he killed his lover

Harrison stared at the brown-haired boy in front of him, and said stiffly:

"Come with me, sir."

He tries hard to act like a conscientious worker.

But actually?He wished that the guards next to them who were staring at them would immediately throw this bastard out of his eyes, never to appear in front of his eyes again.

Today can be regarded as the second worst day since he took the position of director of this nursing home-although the thought has often appeared in his mind since the worst day.

The brows of this tall, serious and cold man were almost tied into a knot.He looked at the boy beside him.

The young man was not tall, with a delicate and fair face, and light-colored curly hair with a slightly curvy tail softly attached to his cheeks, making him look like an underage high school student.His eyes were shining and his face was pure admiration.He was even so excited that his steps were a little weak, as if a devout believer was about to meet his god.

A soft hum was about to escape from Harrison's throat, but thinking of the identity of the boy, he had to swallow it again.

Almost since the worst day when the damned criminal who should have been pulled out and shot was sent here for lack of evidence and need for recuperation, he hadn't enjoyed a moment of peace.

Those snowflake-like letters, crazy boys and girls, as well as magazine drafts, and even those guards who were forcibly sent over.

Of course he knew it wasn't some damn guard!The smell of blood and gunpowder on their bodies was so strong that it almost overflowed, but these soldiers who were supposed to display their ambitions on the battlefield were sent here to supervise this small nursing home, to be precise, to supervise that person .

What a mockery!But what else could he do but accept?

He strode forward, blinking impatiently at the detector with the flashing red light, and after being approved to enter, he led the young man into the whitewashed corridor.

After loudly explaining to the boy a series of dangerous items that he was forbidden to bring in, Harrison slowly opened the last heavy door.

The orange-yellow lights radiated from the inside, carrying a temperature that was incompatible with this extremely cold sanatorium.

"Don't be within ten meters of his room. The wall is made of soundproof, so he can't hear you. If you must talk to him, please use the walkie-talkie on the right side of the seat-although I don't recommend you Do it. Don't give him anything, and don't take anything he gives you."

Harrison raised his chin and pointed to the keychain on the boy's waist, indicating that this one cannot be taken in.

"The last time he had a long conversation with a psychotherapist, by the way, he killed himself shortly after that session. Since then we've replaced his walls with soundproofing. "

The dean raised his finger and waved it in the boy's face.

"Anything in his hands can be a deadly weapon. But in any case, his greatest weapon is still his words."

Seeing the boy's uncontrollable excitement, he didn't say his last words in vain.

Never trust him.

Harrison went out and slammed the door shut.

And inside the door.The boy who was left inside took a deep breath.

This is the most important day of my life.He murmured softly.

He has been waiting for this meeting for a long time, perhaps several lifetimes.Just like what that person said in his book, like a bright moon reflecting in the water, it is within reach but beyond reach.

He thought that he could only chase after that person forever and look up at the bright moon, but he never thought that he would have the honor of holding that moon in his hand.Although knowing that it was just a party, it can still be used as consolation.

He nervously turned around in place a few times, scratching his flaxen curly hair that always turned up with his fingers, secretly regretting that his image was too bad.

Along the corridor, the boy continued on.

At the end of the corridor is a room separated by some kind of transparent material, and a wall lamp in warm colors is lit in the room.The blond man was lowering his head, writing something by the light of the wall lamp.

Closer, closer.

The boy's breathing became heavier, he didn't make a sound, he just looked at the person in front of him with some obsession.Although I have seen his photos many times in those gimmicky magazines and newspapers, the real person is not comparable to those false and empty photos.

He was writing on the table. This room was too simple, with a red-lacquered table, a single bed, and a bookcase full of books.The boy noticed that all the corners of the table were covered with special material.

A few strands of blond hair fell from the man's forehead, covering his eyes.He has a handsome face like a god.But it has a pair of melancholy eyes and a somewhat fragile expression.

The man stood up. He was wearing a light blue shirt that was buttoned up to the top, and only a little bit of the neckline was exposed, which was particularly fascinating.

His skin was glowing white under the light, making him look like a fragile piece of beautiful porcelain.

God, he's like an angel.The boy stared at him blankly, even forgetting the draft that he had typed countless times in his heart before coming here.

There is a sky in his eyes.

Just when the boy was in a daze, the blond man in the room noticed the boy's arrival, the expression on his face softened slightly, his beautiful thin lips opened and closed slightly, as if he was saying something.

The boy frantically brought the walkie-talkie to his ear.

"Hello." The man's voice was smooth and low, with a little hoarseness.Just listening to his voice, the boy felt his ears turned red.

"I heard from Harrison that you were coming this afternoon, but I didn't expect you to come so early."

"Of course sir." The boy stumbled a little, and when he was talking to the man, he didn't even dare to look at the man's face.Just staring at the soft, well-textured shirt he was wearing.

"I'm glad you can come. It's been a long time since anyone has talked to me like this." The man's fluttering golden eyelashes drooped like a tired butterfly.

"No, no, I'm glad to meet you too. Actually, I never thought I would have such an opportunity before, to have such an opportunity to meet you. You are my idol, sir." The boy summoned up his courage Said.

The corners of the man's mouth raised slightly, revealing a soft smile.

The boy froze in place again, not knowing what to say.

"Your hair is beautiful, it reminds me of those green trees in Bavaria. They are full of youthful vitality just like you. I like it very much." The blue sky in the man's eyes seemed to be dragged by his master Into some kind of long-term memory, more and more distant and misty.

"I also like forests. I think the part about forests that you mentioned in the article in the latest issue of "Unraveling Puzzles" is very interesting."

"Really? Didn't you think you are still a little reader of mine." The man's smile deepened.

"Of course, every one of your articles and interviews, as well as all your published books and photos... papers. I have read them all."

The man didn't ignore the boy's change of words, and turned his head to look at him, with a smile in his tone.

"Oh? All the papers, eh?"

The boy felt his face redder, almost burning.He sped up his speech, trying not to show it.

"You are my idol. I am obsessed with your dual world concept. This is definitely the greatest concept proposed by mankind in this century, and no other can surpass it! But they criticize you as heresy."

The boy looked aggrieved.

"They even have you coerced...locked here. The mastermind of a serial murder, what a ridiculous reason. You were three states away from the place of the crime when it happened and had no connection to the victims ...if a few words written on a piece of paper can judge a person guilty. Then if those sensitive people commit suicide because they saw Shakespeare's tragedy, are they to judge that the great dramatist premeditated the murder? They I haven't even found any evidence, just relying on those people's one-sided words!"

The man sat down slowly on the only chair in the room, leaned back, and placed one hand casually on his lap.He listened to the boy quietly, but there was no expression of indignation on his face, as if what he was listening to was someone else's story.

"It's nothing." He reassured the boy. "We can't forcefully change everyone's mind." His slender fingers tapped the rhythm lightly on the desk.

The warm light cast blurred shadows on his face.

"All we can decide is ourselves. In fact, I am even grateful that they gave me such an environment, so that I can avoid those trivial and unnecessary communication and have enough time to build my inner world. .”

"Yes, the inner self!" The boy's emotions grew.

"That's exactly what I want to say! Consciousness alone is the only free one. A truly unfettered consciousness can fully express its true self. Every human being is a collection of many different consciousnesses. Some of them are lazy, some are Some are greedy, some are noble. They hate each other and yet love each other, they are separate and yet they are united."

"Every decision and every action of each of us is a psychological game. Those who can truly master themselves can release all these selves in the second world. But more people are ashamed To admit the evil in their hearts, and pretend to be noble."

"They really disgust me."

The man's body leaned forward slightly, his blue eyes were clear.He just listened carefully to what the boy said without commenting.

And as long as he is watched by those eyes full of encouragement, the boy can't help but keep saying this.

Then, what else did they say later?He talked about his dissatisfaction with his father's excessive interference in his life, his complaints about the too strict and closed family system, his school tutors and his own studies.

Men seldom speak, and most of the time they act as listeners.But the boy felt that he had the happiest time since he was an adult.

When the boy left, it was almost evening, but he didn't notice it. Here, where the outside light was completely blocked, there seemed to be no difference between day and night.

Until Harrison forcibly asked him to leave immediately, because he had exceeded the standard visit time by half an hour.

Following Harrison out of the long corridor, he felt a little lost, as if the little girl who broke into a dream had returned to reality again.

What a good man he was, so gentle, learned and kind.There is not even a complaint about these things they do.But he had to suffer from it.

In comparison, those who did such things to him are even more unforgivable.

After the boy decided to leave here, he immediately explained it to his father. His family had quite a status in this area.It is precisely for this reason that he was able to visit here for the purpose of academic research.

Even if he can't completely get rid of such a state of imprisonment, at least he can put some pressure on those people.

"You should leave." Harrison said coldly.

"No, wait, can I take another look at him?" the boy said eagerly. "Just a video is fine."

After moving the family out again to test the pressure and make sure that this is the last request, the boy came to the monitoring room.

There are surveillance cameras for all the rooms in the nursing home.The boy saw the man's room at a glance. It was the largest screen, occupying almost half of the entire monitoring screen.

The boy looked at the handsome blond man obsessively.

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes lightly.

A dark notebook was casually placed beside him, half closed, like a window leading to countless strange dreams.

What a nice man he is, the boy looked at him and murmured.

Just like the gods in this world.

The author has something to say:

The brain hole comes from Hannibal in "Red Dragon" and Gao Ming's "Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right".

You never know what's going on in a psychopath's head.

There is also a side story, revealing the protagonist's long and crooked process. /bushi