midnight out of control

Thinking about the phone calls Jack made when he was under house arrest, Jack knew everything, whether he was being coerced or wronged, Jack knew best.Now that Jack came forward to arrest him, how could he not go back obediently?Even if Jack was forced to do nothing, the matter had come to this point. He would be exposed sooner or later, and it was impossible for him to live happily ever after. His end was already doomed when he killed the prince.He willingly offered everything, even his life, to Jack's feet, just for Jack's eyes to stay on him.

If you have to die, it is better to die in the arms of your lover than at the hands of others.

He stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Jack's face on the TV with his thick fingers. His blue eyes flooded with countless missing lights, which turned into wet tears, shining in the eye sockets.He suppressed tears, leaned over, turned his head, and kissed Jack's face with his lips across the TV screen.

"...Jack." He murmured, tears finally flowed down, he hadn't washed his face for several days, and the water stained his face with black marks, flowing down his cheeks.He casually wiped it off, picked up the bottle and drank the last of the wine.

Memory fragments flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern. He remembered the first glimpse when he got off the train and stood in the snow; he thought of Jack's injured and angry eyes at the party, and his leaving back; In the starry night, Jack sitting behind his car, the arms around his waist, and the words blown away by the wind; he thought of the same cigarette they smoked in the snow, and their warm embrace; he thought of Jack's pale face in the bathroom. His face and bright red lips, as well as his hot tears, broke his heart from crying.

He thought of that night when there was heavy rain, thunder and lightning, the proud prince abandoned everything and became one with him in the dark, and the souls were forged with each other's marks, and the long life finally had a return at that moment.

That was his prince, his love, his Jack.

The longing burned his last rationality. After drinking, his mind became clearer. The alcohol penetrated into every ditch along the veins of the brain, and the already heavy longing went deep into the bone marrow. He couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up and walked from He took out two coins from his dirty coat pocket and walked towards the public phone booth.

He's going to call Jack.

After Jack issued the wanted warrant, he hid in the office alone. He was reluctant to issue this wanted warrant, but he had to do so.He has no choice. It is only a matter of time before Curtis will be arrested. Instead of risking him being shot dead by the police, it is better for Jack to lead the team to control the rhythm. At least without his order, the police will not dare to shoot. .

He was throbbing with a headache, wishing that Curtis could escape as far as possible, Curtis did all this for him, he killed Curtis—he couldn’t hurt him a second time .

His cell phone vibrated, and an unfamiliar number was displayed on it. Jack was holding the cell phone, staring at the string of numbers, his heart was beating wildly involuntarily, and he didn't dare to answer it.With a bad feeling in his heart, he answered the phone with trembling fingers.

"Jack, it's me." Curtis said on the other end of the phone.

Sure enough, it was Curtis. His voice was hoarse several times, and he sounded extremely tired. Jack felt pain in his heart, but he didn't dare to say too much: "I know."

"I miss you very much." Curtis held the receiver with his hand and choked up.He has never been in such pain. The moment he got off the train, he thought he had been saved, but fate still involved him in the torrent. As soon as he heard Jack's voice, he couldn't control himself. He felt suffocated and burst into tears. Dropped on rusty telephone wires, spattered with broken marks.

Curtis's choking made Jack's heart ache, and he was about to cry. He said insincerely, "Don't call me again."

"I can't do it, Jack." Curtis's voice on the phone was misty, which was the trace of evaporated tears.

"..." Jack breathed tremblingly, trying to dissuade him, but couldn't speak.

"I'm in the next town, Jack, come and catch me." Curtis' fingers wrapped around the phone wire and let go, his tone calm and doting, "Catch me, and then kill me."

Tears welled up in Jack's eyes, big ones fell down, and the phone screen was wet with tears. He cried and cursed, "Are you courting death? Why are you doing this?"

"I just don't want you to be too difficult. I am willing to die in your hands." Curtis's voice came from a distance along the telephone line, gently tapping on Jack's eardrum:

"I'm waiting for you, don't cry for me, baby."

Jack's cell phone slipped from his hand, and he sat on the chair exhausted, tears kept pouring out, and his heart was extremely painful.

Curtis hung up the phone, gathered up his crumpled coat, entered the room with his head shrunk, and sat quietly on the ground watching TV without moving.Curtis's heavy breathing could only be heard in the room, the TV was silent, and Jack's face was paused on the screen.

Curtis looked at it reluctantly for a while, then closed his eyes, with a relieved smile on his face.

There was a knock on Jack's office door, he quickly wiped away his tears, and opened the door expressionlessly.Two soldiers stood outside the door and said to him, "Your Highness, you just tracked down Curtis's location."

Jack suddenly understood that these people tracked Curtis along his phone, otherwise it would not have been so fast.Curtis has been running away for a day, because the phone call just now gave away his location.Although he knew that Curtis would be caught sooner or later, he still couldn't help venting his anger at the soldier and asked, "How did you find out?"

The two soldiers looked at each other, not daring to speak.

"Father asked you to monitor my phone?"

The two soldiers looked at each other and shook their heads silently.

If it's not the king, then it's the queen. Maybe Jack's cell phone has been under surveillance since the day he was under house arrest, and he has never been revoked.For the first time, real hatred gushed out of Jack's heart. He could accept or even not blame everything the Queen had done before, whether it was indifference, selfishness, or ignoring him. Only this incident, he could not forgive.

Curtis is his bottom line. If Curtis is killed because of this incident, then no one will feel better.

The most urgent task is how to quietly protect Curtis and save his life.Perhaps it would be safer to hold him and keep him close by.He made a decision at once, and ordered decisively: "Call the people and set off immediately."

The police car kept moving forward along the road. Jack was sitting in the car. The window glass was covered with a layer of black film. The light inside the car was dim, and his expression could not be seen clearly.The people used to capture Curtis were all arranged by the king, and it was unlikely that he wanted to play tricks under the noses of these people.

Jack thought hard. Although he led the arrest team and obeyed his orders, he was actually the one who was alone and helpless. There was no one to discuss with him, and he had to make up his mind.

Curtis must be caught. Jack opened the car window, looked out the window indifferently, and told his subordinates: "No one is allowed to shoot without my order."

The car drove for several hours, and it was already evening when it arrived. This time, the police car did not make the same mistake as last time. They did not dare to be careless. They surrounded the house where Curtis was hiding from front to back, making it difficult for him to fly even with wings.

The door of Curtis's room was closed tightly. Jack got out of the car and walked forward. His subordinates reminded him worriedly: "Your Highness, be careful. The murderer is inside."

Jack returned, randomly pulled out a gun from someone's waist, held it in his hand, and said as he walked, "I have a gun. You wait here."

A bunch of policemen had to wait obediently where they were, and they didn't dare to rush forward without the order of the prince, but the order of the king was to shoot Curtis on the spot.Obviously, neither side should offend, so they had no choice but to raise their guns towards the door, and shoot Curtis to death when he came out.

Of course Jack knew what the group of people were planning. He walked a few steps toward the door and then turned around. He looked at the group of policemen helplessly, "Why are you pointing their guns at my back? Want to seek rebellion?"

The policemen were all embarrassed, whether they raised their guns or lowered their guns. Jack admired himself for being able to laugh at this time. He smiled and said, "Relax, put the gun away."

The policemen did not dare to disobey his order, and reluctantly closed their guns.

Jack knocked on the door, but Curtis didn't even lock the door. He pushed the door open and walked in, almost crying for a moment.

The house is dilapidated and small, the bed is just a wooden board, the floor is covered with straw, and a few wine bottles are thrown in disorder.There was a TV hanging on the yellowed and cracked wall, and it was playing the arrest warrant he had issued repeatedly. Curtis stood up and looked at him, his eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, but he said nothing.

Jack unplugged the TV and walked to him: "You live in this kind of place these days?"

"It's nothing, I lived in the tail compartment of the train for 17 years." Curtis hugged Jack, the smell of straw and fireworks mixed with the smell of alcohol hit Jack's nose.

"I miss you so much." Curtis sniffed the scent of his neck deeply, touched his ear with his nose, and kissed him lightly with his lips.

There are no windows in the house, so you can't see everything from the outside. Jack hugged Curtis tightly, buried his head on his shoulder, and whispered, "I'm sorry." I hurt you.

"It's nothing, let me take a good look at you." Curtis held his shoulders, looked at him tenderly with blue eyes, and frowned, unable to hide his sadness, "You've lost weight, Jack. Did they bully you?"

Jack's eye circles were red, and his chest was in an uncontrollable dull pain. He pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and comforted Curtis: "No, Curtis."

Curtis stretched out his hands, put his thick wrists together, and raised them towards Jack: "Catch me."

Jack fought back tears, and solemnly promised him: "I won't let anything happen to you.