[future] conspiracy

Cheng Rui looked at Bai Chuan: "Why did you promise him?"

Bai Chuan said indifferently: "Because if I were him, I would make the same choice as him."

"..."

He said this coldly and restrainedly, but when Cheng Rui looked into his eyes, he saw the same seriousness in Tang Qi's eyes from those ice-blue pupils.He only felt that his heart was astringent and warm, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, but his breathing was involuntarily relaxed.He looked at Bai Chuan, his pure black eyes were complicated and deep: "Why?"

However, Bai Chuan looked at him as if he was insane. After watching for a few seconds, he finally realized the worrying about gain and loss under his calm expression. Hand gently said: "Because I love you, Cheng Rui, I love you, if there is anyone in this world that I will never give up, it must be you."

Cheng Rui stared at him for a long time, then slowly said: "This is really the most beautiful love story you have ever said to me."

Bai Chuan laughed: "You like to listen, I will talk more about it later."

"Then let me make sure there will be a future." Cheng Rui smiled and looked at the archives room seriously. "How long do we have?"

"5 minutes to run out, we have 3 minutes to open this door."

"Let me try." Cheng Rui closed his eyes, "Come with me."

He closed his eyes and walked completely by feeling.

Bai Chuan was surprised to find that the white smoke around him remained the same, but it seemed that it had no longer affected Cheng Rui.With his hands tightly clenched, Cheng Rui seemed to be walking around in disorder, but the door was getting closer and closer to them.

Soon, Cheng Rui had touched the doorknob.

He opened his eyes and asked Bai Chuan with a smile, "How many minutes?"

"1 minutes."

"It seems that the technology is not unfamiliar. Let's go. After we go out, we have a good chat about our 'future' and other things." He opened the door and pulled Bai Chuan out, "Did Tang Qi tell you about this place?"

"Well, I asked him when I found him."

Cheng Rui glanced at the box in his hand and asked, "Who did you find that thing for?"

"client."

"Darcy?"

"of course not."

"Who is that?"

Bai Chuan was a little impatient: "Can you go out and talk about this?"

Cheng Rui: "..."

"I'm sorry I was in a hurry." Bai Chuan immediately apologized, "Shall we go out and talk about this?"

Cheng Rui collected himself: "OK."

Without saying a word, the two hurried out and ran out.If what Tang Qi said was right, this place would soon turn into ruins.

Liang Meng looked coldly at the father and son who were still pretending in the church, feeling extremely irritable.

Father Beverly has always been spared. Although he was injured by Darcy in several places, he was not seriously injured. On the contrary, Darcy was injured all over his body, with a broken rib, three stab wounds on his leg, five punches in the abdomen, The left shoulder was crushed, and the only thing that was clean was the face.

Father Beverly seemed to avoid his face on purpose, no matter how much he was hurt, he would not touch his face.

"Darcy, you have suffered so much, why don't you always have a long memory?" Father Beverly kicked his second rib, stepped on him, and looked down at him condescendingly, "How could you naively think that you can kill someone?" me?"

Darcy was dripping with cold sweat, staring at him with wide eyes, showing that cowardly and pitiful look again: "Yes...you forced me..."

"I forced you? What did I force you for? You don't like killing people, so I won't let you do it. You don't even want to learn some business skills?" Father Beverly knelt down, reached out to lift his chin, and squeezed it tightly, "I see You have learned well, and you can fool so many people into joining forces to deal with me."

Darcy's teeth chattered, and the fear of him since childhood reappeared completely uncontrollably: "I don't want to stay here, I want to leave! You won't let me go!"

Father Beverly lowered his voice and said bitterly, "Go? Where are you going? Your whole body is mine. Without me, you would never have come to this world. Where can you go without me?"

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have endured all this!" Darcy roared, but was stepped on hard by him, and immediately screamed, curled up into a ball, and began to cry.

"It's so good, it's so nice to cry." Father Beverly brushed away his sweaty silver hair, and gently stroked his face, "I like you just like this, you have nothing to do with me, but you can only be held in my arms." The palm of your hand. If you act like a baby to me, I may take you away from the island and walk around."

"I don't just want to go for a walk..." Darcy cried, "I want to leave you devil!"

"Devil?" Father Beverly put the word in his mouth, and chuckled, "I am a priest, and I follow God's instructions. How could I be a devil?"

"You don't believe in God..." Darcy stared at him viciously, "The only one you believe in is yourself!"

"Of course I believe in God, otherwise why would I spoil you so much?" Father Beverly patted his forehead lightly, and said softly, "Little Darcy, sing me a song, your voice is so beautiful, but you never take the initiative sang for me."

Darcy was short of breath, curled up at his feet and looked at him with wide eyes: "Will you let me go after I sing?"

"Are you afraid?"

"..." Darcy replied wordlessly with a trembling body.

Father Beverly reached out and patted the top of his head, comforting him: "Sing, I want to hear it."

"I...I'm going to sit up..."

Father Beverly let go of his feet and reached out to help him up.

"What do you want to hear?" Darcy asked.

"Sing your favorite song."

Darcy froze for a moment, then looked at him blankly: "What song?"

"Don't you know?" Father Beverly looked at him, "You've sung songs for so many years, but don't you like any of them?"

Darcy actually thought about it seriously for a while before slowly saying: "No."

He sang many beautiful songs, but he was never moved.

Father Beverly was silent for a moment, and said, "Sing any song."

For some reason, Darcy remembered the song he sang to Tang Qi. That song represented warning and betrayal in Lost Hell, but to him who longed for the outside world, it represented light and bravery.

He coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and hummed the prelude. After a short dull hum, a clear and pleasant singing voice sang from his mouth: "There is a poem hidden in the song of the ocean."

The wings of birds carry songs

I walk through the flying waves

looking for the runaway girl

I see fish among thorns

and the dawn on that branch

Boy far away, please stop

There are terrible eagles in the night..."

Liang Meng heard this song for the second time, but found that the emotions invested in the two singing were completely different.

The first time it sounded good, but it lacked soul. But this time, the young singer with vibrato was not perfect, but full of emotion. With a yearning for light and freedom, he looked at the beautiful boy sitting on the ground and sang loudly. He stood up while singing, and gently shook his body on the spot with his eyes closed...

At this moment, his communicator received a message from an unfamiliar communication code:

Evacuate the Lost Hell within 10 minutes, urgent! —— Tang Qi

What does it mean?

"Warriors chasing love go forward with swords

justice will bring light

That kind girl is still waiting for you

The robin on the tip is about to wake up

Cut through the sea of ​​fire and cross the ice river

The sea of ​​flowers blooms in the soil

Boy, boy, wake up

Wake up and see bright stars..."

It wasn't the first time Father Beverly heard him sing, but it was the first time he heard him sing this song.

He doesn't like this poem engraved in Hell - even though he wrote it.When he first wrote this poem, he was still a young man who didn't know much about the world. He yearned for the vast world and dreamy fairy tales. Later, as he grew up, he lost his innocence and fantasy, and crushed his young dreams in the past with his own hands.

He wrote this poem to warn those who have entered the Hell of Lost, where they cannot dream of freedom.

As he listened, he suddenly recalled himself in a trance when he was a teenager.

He wore a small suit and followed his parents to the church to worship, holding a thick Bible and hymns in his small hands, praying with a straight face on the floor.

The young couple next to them brought their three or four-year-old son to receive religious influence, praying to God devoutly.However, the innocent little boy lay on the table and looked at the fairy tale book curiously, giggling non-stop at the thorns, robins, eagles, sea, and cute elves in the illustrations of the fairy tale book with his big eyes.

He peeked over, and the little boy was waving his hands and flipping through the fairy tale book clumsily. When he found him peeking, he opened his big eyes and looked over, calling softly, "Brother?"

He secretly stretched out his hand and flipped through the fairy tale book for him.

The little boy thought he was going to take it away, so he pouted pitifully and looked at him with tears in his eyes.

He wiped off the drool on the fairy tale book, and put it back to him again.

The little boy immediately smiled, as cute as a little angel.

He whispered, "What's your name?"

The little boy lay on the fairy tale book and turned his face shyly, then turned back after a while, buried his head in the fairy tale book, and said in a low voice, "I...my name is Darcy...how about you brother?"

"I... My name is..." His memory suddenly blurred into a ball, and Father Beverly came back to his senses, only to realize that the singing had already ended at some point, and his eyebrows were pressed against the black muzzle of the gun.

Darcy picked up the gun at some point, and he controlled his own life and death like this.His hands were steady, and he didn't see the cowardly tremor just now, and his golden eyes did not hide the murderous intent in his heart.

"You're not such a careless person..." Darcy held the gun tightly, looked at him fixedly, and asked the doubts in his heart, "Why?"

Father Beverly smiled and said, "You want to kill me, I'll satisfy you, that's all."

Darcy didn't believe it: "No... For so many years, you have never let me go, why do you want to do this this time?"

"You have done well enough, and I don't have much room for rejection." Father Beverly straightened his cuffs and placket slowly, his brown eyes were deep and compassionate, "You have tried every means to kill me, I If it doesn't go your way, won't it make you sad?"

Darcy thought it was funny, and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "It's not the first time I'm sad, don't you feel bad?"

"Of course I feel distressed, you are my child after all."

"...My parents have been killed by you, I am not your child."

Father Beverly looked at him like a naughty and rebellious child, and insisted: "Of course you are. Your life, your death, your love and hatred, are all given to me."

"..." Darcy realized that he was unable to refute, and his face turned pale.

Father Beverly said slowly: "You can kill me, I can die, but you are only 16 years old, you still need a guardian."

Darcy said coldly: "I don't need it! You can already work at the age of 16!"

"But legally, you are still a minor, and your guardianship is still in the hands of the Beverly family."

Darcy's face turned even paler: "No... I don't want to go back to this family... It's too scary, you and them are too scary..."

Seeing his fear, Father Beverly lowered his voice and said patiently: "I found a guardian for you, he..."

boom----

Gunshots rang out without warning, and Father Beverly's low and gentle voice stopped abruptly.