evening photos

On June 6, Mo Nong took out the dated videotape from the bag, pushed the recorder in, then he sat back on the chair and pressed play——

"What's your name?"

A familiar voice sounded from the screen.

Shu Zhao was only wearing a pair of white briefs. He knelt on the carpet and said stubbornly:

"Shu Zhao."

Gong Ruihe also appeared in the camera, squatting beside Shu Zhao, his eyes were chillingly kind:

"how old are you?"

"17."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Mo Nong's body, his palms were cold, he stared at the screen tightly, his whole body was so nervous that he couldn't help trembling.

"Have you ever talked about a boyfriend?"

"Talk."

"How many times have you talked?"

"One."

"How long have you been talking?"

"...one year."

"Oh," Gong Ruihe picked up his hand hanging by his side, "Don't be afraid, tell Dad, have you been fucked by him?"

Shu Zhao was trembling, and his body swayed slightly. His eyes were looking at a certain place, and his voice was trembling:

"No."

Gong Ruihe put his hand on his shoulders that were as thin as a board:

"Then dad will open | buds for you today."

"It's not that..." Shu Zhao swallowed the saliva that came out of nervousness, "I...are only responsible for being beaten, not for...accompanying...accompanying|sleeping."

Gong Ruihe then sat cross-legged beside him, lit a cigarette and lit it, he exhaled at Shu Zhao, causing Shu Zhao to cough twice, and then squeezed his lips tightly to hold it back.

"Why did you come to see me today?"

"I need money."

"How much do you want?"

"Eighty thousand."

"Eighty thousand, this is not a small amount of money. You just want to earn 8 by beatings. Dad is afraid that you won't be able to bear it."

Shu Zhao took a deep breath and straightened his thin chest,

"I can bear it."

Gong Ruihe stopped talking, and only squinted at him while smoking a cigarette. When the cigarette was exhausted, he suddenly changed his hand to hold the cigarette butt, and pressed it on the back of Shu Zhao, which was out of reach of the camera.

Shu Zhao suddenly let out a hoarse cry, put his hands on the ground, lowered his head, his pale and thin body trembled violently in the camera.

Mo Nong's hands were clenched tightly into fists, so that the palms were aching.

Gong Ruihe stood up and walked out of the camera, and came back after a few seconds, holding a brown leather whip in his hand. He raised his foot and stepped on Shu Zhao's face, and his smooth and shiny leather shoes stepped on Shu Zhao's beautiful face. Gotta change shape.

"Call Dad."

Shu Zhao was gasping for breath, curled up on the ground, his eye sockets turned red when he was looking at the camera.

"Call Dad."

Mo Nong saw Shu Zhao's lips tremble, but then closed his eyes, and stopped trembling as if resigned to his fate.

"Call!"

The whip made a crisp sound on his back, and Shu Zhao's whole face was wrinkled, and the two long and slender eyebrows were twisted together.

"Call or not? Call or not? Call or not!"

Every time Gong Ruihe yelled, he twitched Shu Zhao's back. In the end, he twitched like crazy because of Shu Zhao's restraint. Ken made a sound.

"Father sees you have a lot of backbone!" Gong Ruihe pinched his waist with one hand, panting heavily, his chest heaving, "Okay, let's change to a whip, this whip doesn't work, it's too soft."

He left the camera again, and during the short 1 minute that he was able to breathe, Mo Nong looked at the hunched Shu Zhao on the screen, only to feel a piercing chill all over his body, and a sudden burning of anxiety, and his whole face was suffocated. It was flushed, but the palms were still covered with cold sweat.The whip that fell on Shu Zhao's body seemed to fall on himself, and the pain passed from the skin to the bone, and he was a little short of breath, as if a hand was pinching his heart.

Gong Ruihe appeared behind Shu Zhao again, pulled his hair and forced his face to the camera, holding a candle in his other hand, coaxing softly:

"Azhao, call me Dad."

Shu Zhao still refused to speak, the candle's flame was so close that it almost burned his eyelashes.

"This can't be done. It won't be good if your face is burned. Dad likes beautiful children the most."

Mo Nong's stomach vomited, his brain was dizzy and swollen, his whole body was tortured by the alternating hot and cold feeling, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. It's like a nightmare from which you can't wake up.

Gong Ruihe tilted his hand, and dripped the wax on Shu Zhao's face one by one.He licked his lips for half a fee, satisfied with this masterpiece, he got up and left, and the sound of the shutter being pressed from time to time was heard from the place where the camera could not see.

When he stood behind Shu Zhao again, he had another leather whip in his hand. He stretched that leather whip with both hands,

"Azhao, Dad really loves you very much, and Dad doesn't want to beat you like this. Be good, take off your panties, and come here and kneel, okay?"

Shu Zhao hugged his legs slowly, buried his whole face between his bent legs, and covered his ears, as if he could protect himself by doing this, and seemed to be escaping the cruel reality that he couldn't resist.

"If you look like this, you won't get any money," Gong Ruihe stepped forward and kicked him, "Have you ever seen a dog crawl? Come on, kneel up and lie on the ground. Eighty thousand, I'll slap you ten times for 1." Ten thousand yuan, do you want to count it?"

Shu Zhao slowly turned over and knelt on the ground again, with his hands resting on the ground, the interlaced back of the whip marks forming a plane.

Gong Ruihe nodded, and the whip in his hand dangled in the air, "You count it, remember to remind me if you have enough."

The whip slashed through the air with a loud bang, and slammed on Shu Zhao's back, "One hit!" Gong Ruihe gritted his teeth and shouted, "Twice!"

Shu Zhao, who had been holding back all this time, suddenly let out a scream, his arm knocked on the ground as if suddenly broken, and his head shook like chaff against the ground.Mo Nong could see clearly that what the whip pulled out from Shu Zhao's body was no longer bright red bloodstains, but directly tearing open the flesh and oozing blood.

"Six strokes!" Gong Ruihe stood far away, swinging his arms in a straight line in the air. When the whip was raised, it made a sound of piercing the air. When it fell, Gong Ruihe's body leaned forward sharply, and the end of the whip was fast and hard. The ground slapped Shu Zhao's back, the crisp sound was the sound of skin tearing, and Shu Zhao's cry was like two sharp blades cutting and rubbing against each other, hoarsely cutting on Mo Nong's heart one after another, making him A painful whimper escaped from his rolling throat.

He began to dodge and crawl forward, but the whip that followed broke his strength, and several bloodstains appeared on his two slender legs, each time was accompanied by piercing screams, and his body twitched more than.

Gong Ruihe got so carried away with the whipping that his mouth even drooled because he didn't have time to breathe. He seemed to be tired from the convulsions. He threw the whip casually and straddled Shu Zhao against the bulge in his crotch. Then he unbuttoned his pants and took out the ugly thing. , turned over Shuzhao and stuffed it into his mouth.

Shu Zhao kept her mouth shut, her arms flapped and struggled in the air, and her head frantically shook to avoid it.

"Damn you! Bitch!" Gong Ruihe slapped him, grabbed Shu Zhao's hair and knocked it to the ground. The muffled sound of the skull hitting the carpet was suffocating and thrilling.Gong Ruihe seemed to have forgotten his lower body, and just focused on beating and scolding, until Shu Zhao had no strength to fight back, and lay unconsciously under him, and then moved to Shu Zhao's body to pick up the flimsy underwear. But Shu Zhao moved suddenly, his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't tell whether he was open or closed, but tears flowed from the corners of his bruised eyes.

"Please..." Mo Nong heard him whisper: "Don't do this...don't do this...don't treat me like this, we agreed, I won't sleep with you, I won't sleep with you..."

Gong Ruihe turned a deaf ear to the begging, he tore off Shu Zhao's underwear, and then lowered himself down.

"Ah..." Shu Zhao raised his neck and let out a shrill scream, his hand feebly pushed his head, but only got another severe beating.Just at this moment, another voice suddenly appeared in the camera,

"Boss Gong, it's time."

The picture finally stops here, and jumps out of the black screen.

Mo Nong sat on the chair, closed his dry eyes, his face was already cold.

His tense mind has not yet escaped from the picture, his heart beats like a drum and vibrates his eardrums. Every time he beats, Shu Zhao's screams rang out in his ears, tearing his nerves, until the last moment of despair The cry is like a barrier, isolating all thoughts, leaving only the overwhelming pain.

He knelt down on the ground suddenly, and vomited a lot at the pot of photos that had already been burned to ashes, until his stomach was empty and he collapsed on the ground, his temples throbbed with pain, and the phone on the table rang several times , he didn't want to talk about it.To be more precise, he was afraid that it was Shu Zhao calling, and he couldn't face him now, nor could he bear to hear his voice.These experiences were more unacceptable than he had imagined, too cruel, too dark, and too heart-wrenching.He was afraid that he would cry out when he saw Shu Zhao. Whether it was Shu Zhao on the screen or Shu Zhao now, he felt a heart-piercing pain.

How can so many scars be healed?Even if he tried his best, would those scars heal?

No, no, Mo Nong feels that he is covered with bruises from the inside to the outside. Use his bloody heart to mend another devastated heart, can he mend it?

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Little Lingdang was captured and brought back, so one can imagine his fate, Gong Ruihe beat him half to death, if Zhang Lifeng hadn't come forward to bring him back to recuperate, he would probably have to wait to die in Gong Ruihe's villa.

"I can't die, I can't die," Little Bell sat on the bed holding a plate full of fruits, poked a piece of apple with a toothpick and ate it happily. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and the bruises were painted yellow and red. The ointment, the splint on the left leg is restless, it keeps shaking,

"Grandpa, it's so easy for me to die. If I really can't live, I have to bite off a piece of meat on his face before I die, to see if the bastard's blood is red or black."

"What does red and black have anything to do with you?" Wen Ru read a book cross-legged on the small bed beside him, Shu Zhao rested on his lap, listening to him talking to Little Bell, the sun warmed the quilt, autumn The cool breeze rolled in from the window cracks, bringing a little refreshing coolness.

"A bastard is a bastard, what's the use of biting off a piece of his flesh? Just crush that bastard's egg, cut it out and stuff it in his mouth, that's the only way to be happy."

Shu Zhao felt drowsy, the corners of his mouth were raised with a smile, the sound of gently flipping the pages of the book sounded peaceful and reassuring, half-paid Wen Ru squeezed a grape from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth,

"What are you thinking about being so happy?"

"I didn't think about anything." Shu Zhao crossed his hands on his stomach, "What time is it? I should go back. I have a meeting at the company at 04:30."

"It's [-]:[-], let's go downstairs and have something to eat before you go, I'll bring some back for this sick patient."

Shu Zhao lazily stood up, "Forget it, you can order takeaway, I won't eat with you."

"What?" Wen Ru put the book page down on the bed, her big cat-like eyes slightly narrowed to reveal the meaning of inquiry, "Did you fall in love with that good young man?"

"Which is a good young man?" Little Bell asked first.

"I said you don't know each other," Shu Zhao replied to Little Bell first, then looked at Wen Ru, and said with a smile, "For the time being, it's okay, he takes me very seriously, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come to see me at night for a short time. is you."

Wen Ru curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "If you don't come, you won't come. You can bring him another day so that I can educate him. I have worked so hard to raise a little chrysanthemum. How can I pick it so easily? It's too cheap for him." Already!"

"Fuck you, you're just a little chrysanthemum!" Shu Zhao laughed and scolded and left, and went downstairs to call Mo Nong to ask him to pick it up, but no one answered after ringing for a long time.

Mo the police are negligent of their duties, Shu Zhao shrugged, it would be better not to come!

Shu Zhao managed to book a private room that night, and went to have supper with them after Xingang had a good time, and there was no news from Mo Nong until midnight. The white off-road vehicle stopped right in front of him, and after the window fell, Mo Nong rushed to him in the driver's seat and said:

"boarding."

Seeing his expression, Shu Zhao felt that there was something wrong with him. He got into the car and stared at Mo Nong for a long time.

"Did you go well today?"

Shu Zhao frowned, "What's wrong with you? What happened? You look bitter and hateful."

"It's nothing, I have a little fever," Mo Nongqiang cheered up, restraining his expression, "Just go back and have a rest."

Shu Zhao touched his forehead with his hand. He felt a little fever, and withdrew his hand and said, "Then hurry home, there are cold medicines at home."

Mo Nong started the car, and there was still a long way to go home from here. There were not many cars on the road, and there were no buildings on both sides of the road. Only the winding street lights flickered into the car. The car was also very quiet. I texted Wen Ru while driving, and Wen Ru sent a short video of a female model in sky-high clothes slipping on the catwalk, fluttering like a shaved rooster. It landed on the hard ground with a cold light.

Shu Zhao let out a chuckle from his throat, and the light of the phone screen reflected his happy smiling eyes brightly, but Mo Nong's trembling, wailing screams sounded in Mo Nong's ears again, the screams were like a slap in the face. The sword pierced through his happy laughter at the moment, and pierced Mo Nong's heart once and for all.

His facial features twisted together in pain, he slammed on the brakes, the car stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, the bodies of both of them rushed forward according to the inertia, and then Mo Nong lay on the steering wheel, mouthing as if on the verge of suffocation Panting heavily, cold tears dripped from the back of his hand under his eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Shu Zhao was frightened by his appearance, and hurried forward to grab his arm, "What's wrong? How about I call an ambulance?"

Mo Nong turned his head away from the window, "No need," he said in a hoarse voice, "It will be fine later."

"Do you have any pain?" Shu Zhao stared at the back of his head worriedly, and then swept him from head to toe, but he didn't see any injuries.

"Shu Zhao,"

Shu Zhao was puzzled: "Huh?"

"Can you move your hands away?...I can't stand it." Mo Nong's eye sockets were hot.

Shu Zhao's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and hesitantly withdrew his hand on his arm, feeling a little hurt.

But just as he felt a little hurt, Mo Nong, who had been turning his back to him, suddenly took off his seat belt, leaped over the middle gear and rushed over to hold him down, quickly biting him hard on the shoulder , and stopped suddenly, hugging him with astonishing strength, his whole body was trembling.

"What's the matter with you?" Shu Zhao was baffled by him, and patted his back comfortingly, "Did you encounter any difficulties? Tell me, and I will help you find a solution."

"My heart hurts." Mo Nong leaned against the chair in front of him and said these words without thinking.

Shu Zhao smiled, "I'll rub it for you."

His hands squeezed into the chests of the two of them with great effort, rubbing gently on Mo Nong's heart, "Is this better?"

"No," Mo Nong buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, "the more you rub it, the more it hurts."

"Then what should I do? How about someone else rub it for you?" Shu Zhao joked.

Mo Nong didn't answer him, just said: "Let's die together!"

Seeing you, not seeing you, is uncomfortable, and death is joyful.

"You..." Shu Zhao didn't know how to answer him, but felt that Mo Nong like this was a bit scary, "Hey," he struggled to push Mo Nong up to see his expression, "You...don't scare me Ah, I'm very timid, and I'm terribly afraid of my life!... You don't have a mental illness, do you? Or depression? Why are you so abnormal!"

"Yes," Mo Nong said without thinking again, "It's not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill someone."