Your plug-in has reached [the end of the world]

The evening light is getting darker and darker, until the whole world is silent in darkness.

Gu Xun seemed to have a natural tranquilizer on his body. If he was left there alone, even if he didn't do anything, it would give people a sense of security.

Song Mi raised his hand to light the candle on the table, and tilted his head to look at Gu Xun: "Boss Gu, you have a cut on your face."

Gu Xun said "um", "It's okay."

"How can it be okay? Such a handsome face, it's a pity to leave a scar!" Song Miping held up his mummified arm, and took a piece of Band-Aid from the medicine box on the table, "Come on, I'll put it on for you." .”

Song Mi picked Gu Xun's chin with his index finger, and after the other party raised his head, he pressed his side face and put a Band-Aid on the wound.

The young man's fingertips were warm, and the force he pressed on Gu Xun's face was not heavy, like a feather, as he swept it lightly, what was left was a bone-piercing itch.

Gu Xun looked at Song Mi who had more than one wound on his face, and even a large area of ​​bruises and redness, his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"Don't touch me." Gu Xun lowered his eyes again.

Song Mi raised his hand, and picked Gu Xun's chin desperately: "What happened to you?"

Gu Xun raised his hand and held Song Mi's wrist: "Song Mi."

Song Mi tilted his head: "Huh?"

There was a strange silence between the two, as if they were about to say something, but they were hidden in the flickering candlelight.

Gu Xun's eyes were pitch black, like a deep invisible well.Song Mi looked into his pupils, as if he was about to fall into this quiet dark night.

Finally, Gu Xun let go of Song Mi's wrist, and repeated in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch me."

However, this warning does not seem to be of any use.

That night, Song Mi dragged Gu Xun onto his bed.

"Come on~ Boss Gu~" Song Mi threw a set of her own pajamas to Gu Xun, and she started to let herself go as soon as she lay down on the bed, "This long night, let us..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Xun covered his mouth and pressed him on the bed: "Shut up."

Song Mi sank into the soft quilt, nodded with a smile on his face.

The water and electricity were all cut off. Fortunately, a large reservoir was built in the yard of Song Mi's house for the convenience of watering vegetables, which barely maintained the water for the past few days.

But after Gu Xun arrived, the problem of water use was no longer a problem.

"Boss Gu, can your cloud adjust the water temperature?" Song Mi yelled in the bathroom, "Is it too forced to take a cold shower today?"

Gu Xun sat on the bed, took the phone and tried to charge it: "No."

"Then can you move your Jin Gui's ass and come help me?" Song Mi yelled again, "I'm covered in gauze, so I can't move it."

Gu Xun put the phone back on the bedside table, got up and went to the bathroom.

Song Mi pouted her buttocks and bowed her waist, washing her hair with one hand.

"I've lost my eyes." Song Mi's paws fluttered wildly on the washbasin, "Ahhh, boss Gu, where is the cloud pouring in your house? I wash my hair, not take a bath."

Gu Xun sighed, stuffed the towel into Song Mi's hand, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hair.

"Om-"

The hair dryer made a sound, and Gu Xun inserted his fingers into Song Mi's black hair, carefully blowing the moisture on it.

Song Mi sat cross-legged on the bed, picked up the black wire of the hair dryer, and saw a blue electric light coiling around the socket.

"The generator," Song Mi sighed, raising his head, "It's awesome."

Gu Xun straightened his head: "Don't move."

So Song Mi sat obediently, waiting for Gu Xun to dry his hair.

A few minutes later, Song Mi shook her fluffy hair like a lion with its teeth and claws, rolling around on the bed with a mobile phone.

"You can also charge your phone, oh my god, Boss Gu, you really charged it up!"

Gu Xun pulled the quilt over Song Mi's abdomen: "Go to bed early."

A sound of the game sounded, and Song Mi lay on the bed with his mobile phone in his hands: "I just got a few SSRs a few days ago, and now I can't even get into the server."

Gu Xun raised his hand and took Song Mi's phone away: "Sleep."

Song Mi looked at the ceiling and sighed, "Sleeping is so boring, let's chat for a while."

Gu Xun conscientiously pulled the quilt to Song Mi's chest again: "What are you talking about?"

Song Mi turned her head and looked at Gu Xun lying beside him: "Talk about the stars, the moon, from poetry to the ideal of life..."

Gu Xun closed his eyes: "I fell asleep."

Song Mi: "..."

The room was silent for a few seconds, but only for those few seconds.

"Boss Gu," Song Mi looked straight at the people around him, "Are you asleep?"

No one ignored him.

"Boss Gu?" Song Mi asked again, "Are you really asleep?"

still ignored

Song Mi paused, and began to move towards Gu Xun quietly like a maggot.

Until their arms were touching each other, Gu Xun couldn't bear it anymore, opened his eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

"Squeeze to keep warm." Song Mi also touched Gu Xun's leg.

Gu Xun: "..."

He turned over and turned his back to Song Mi.

"Boss Gu," Song Mi rubbed his hands again, "We have known each other for so long and haven't slept together yet, today's first night, we need something commemorative..."

Gu Xun sat up: "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Xun was almost squeezed out by Song Mi on such a big bed.

Song Mi was silent for a moment, covered his face with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "When I close my eyes, it is Zhao Cheng's face."

Gu Xun sat on the bed and straightened the messy quilt.

"Are you saying he's going to kill me?" Song Mi lifted the quilt, and his whole body was so angry on the bed, "It's fine to kill once, but come again? Didn't I just quarrel with him when I was a freshman?" ? As for remembering a year?"

"So he deserves to die," Gu Xun put the quilt back on him tirelessly, "You're right."

Song Mi looked at Gu Xun: "But I killed a lot of people."

Gu Xun covered his eyes with his palm: "Why?"

"I don't know," Song Mi closed her eyes, "They want to kill me."

"Justifiable defense," Gu Xun said, "It's okay."

"At first it was self-defense, but later it was not." Song Mi said.

He was so red-eyed that he wanted to chop people up when he saw them.

At that time, when he thought that there was a sleeping Gu Xun behind him, he wished he could kill all these people without leaving any future troubles.

"There was a man at the time, and he ran away." Song Mi's eyes were moist, and his voice became softer, "But I chased after him and killed him."

Gu Xun stroked Song Mi's fluffy hair: "He might want to hide and attack."

"How did I become like that?" Song Mi's tears slid down the corners of his eyes, dripping all the way into his ears, "There's a lot of blood..."

"It's all over." Gu Xun lay down and put his arms around Song Mi's shoulders.

Song Mi turned around and buried her face in Gu Xun's chest: "I killed 26 people."

Gu Xun hugged Song Mi, clasping the back of his head with his palm: "It's okay."

"I don't want to kill people." Song Mi choked up.

Gu Xun patted him on the back lightly: "I'll kill you."

The person in his arms breathed gradually, Gu Xun lowered his head, and put his lips on Song Mi's hair.

There was hostility in his eyes, entangled with darkness: "Let me kill all of them."