Rib Flower [Ability]

Fortunately, Sayero really didn't come in, but walked towards the living room.

Holo took the opportunity to open the window and slipped to the outside of the wall, leaving a narrow gap to peek at the image in the mirror.The blood vessels in his lower limbs seemed to be blocked, his legs were weak, and he had to hold on to the pipes on the wall to prevent himself from falling.

In the mirror, Sayero walked through the living room and walked to Helo's room.He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of knocking on the door, but he hung in front of the door without falling, and listened to the movement inside the door.

The room was eerily quiet.And Helo's room is not soundproof.

A kind of doubt suddenly bit his nerve, driving him to use the electromagnetic key to unlock the door without knocking, and the light penetrated the dark living room through the crack of the door.He breathed a sigh of relief.Fortunately, the little naughty ghost didn't follow him outside and stayed at home obediently.

The boy turned around on the swivel chair, took off his headphones, and stared at him fearfully and warily like a small animal that had been caught. The computer screen behind him was deliberately pure white.

He was not familiar with this kind of demeanor.What bad things did this kid do behind his back.

Sayero's brows raised slightly, and he supported the door frame with one hand: "What are you doing at home alone at night?

"Listening to music, surfing the Internet, and doing school homework." The young man answered crisply, as if he had rehearsed it a long time ago, but he didn't dare to meet the man's sharp and deep eyes, and his breath revealed a trace of panic.

He lowered his eyelids, showing a little impatient, got up from the chair and sat on the bed: "I'm going to bed, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just want to see if you're asleep. If you don't mind, let me check your homework?" Said, Shayeluo pointed to his computer, and walked over, "You may have radiation if you don't turn it off when you sleep. .”

"Uh... I'll turn it off myself! I'll show you the homework tomorrow morning, and I haven't finished it yet!"

The boy jumped up from the bed, trying to block the man's hand reaching out to touch the screen, but it was too late.Sayero unlocked his combination lock with his fingerprint, and the full screen of data graphs appeared in front of his eyes instantly.This is simply a disaster-the international hacker war is in full swing, and his team members are attacking the electronic protection network of an arms smuggling agency named "Thorn Paradise" frantically according to his instructions.

He just found out that Sayero was secretly employed by this group.He wanted to find out what else Sayero was doing besides fighting in the casino. He knew that the man he got along with day and night was not simple.

Really unfortunate.This should not be done at home.he thought angrily.

"Homework? Huh?" Sayero exaggeratedly admired, looking down at the child who had paralyzed the entire Asian arms trading market overnight, pinching his small chin with one hand, Rubbing the boy's skin that can be broken by blowing bombs, "Your homework is really high-level!"

Feeling a low air pressure condensing above his head, the boy couldn't help but hold his breath.

"You investigate me?" The man leaned down, forcing him to raise his head to respond to him.His strength was a little too strong, hurting the opponent.The teenager stepped back and swung his arms away, almost falling on the bed.

"Didn't I tell you that it is forbidden to inquire about everything about me? Now you are lucky enough to do such an outrageous thing. Hacking into the dark net? This is no joke...

"Don't you know you're going to die from this?"

The young man turned his head to one side, without saying a word, but the inverse scales that had grown wildly during his adolescence were rattling in his flesh, making his already stubborn temperament even more unruly, like a hedgehog that would show its fierceness when touched.

"so what?"

He raised his head, his beautiful clear blue eyes were dazzling: "Can you control me?"

Stretching out his hand to grab the wireless mouse on the table, he strode back to the other end of the bed, but was snatched by the man and forced him to the corner with his body.He stared at him, threw the mouse into the trash can neatly with a wave of his hand, and shut down the computer and wireless network with a password.

"The computer is confiscated. Without my permission, you are not allowed to surf the Internet at home. As for the school, I will keep in touch with your instructor to prevent you from crashing the school's network system, hacker boy."

Sayero whispered a warning word by word next to his ear.

He felt like an angry beast, but the little animal caught under his paws didn't buy it at all. Instead, it stared intently at its toes, as if silently provoking, its thin and bright red lips curled up slightly; The collar of the white pajamas was loose, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone. Because he was too close, he could smell the unique body fragrance from the young man, brushing the tip of his nose with his breath.

The furious man turned his face away as if being splashed by sparks, and straightened his body to distance himself.

Seemingly proud of his victory in this silent confrontation, the boy let out a soft snort from his nose.

Sayero wasn't sure whether he heard it or not, but now he just wanted to push the kid on the bed and give him a hard lesson.

But after all, he is already 16 years old, not a kid anymore.He had to respect the extra damn self-esteem of a child of this age, and don't touch this kid's full body.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go to bed."

Feeling helpless, he decided to let this kid go, let go of his hand and walked out the door.

The boy followed from behind, grabbed the doorknob with one hand, and put his lips close to his neck: "Hey, I found something."

"Sayaro, you are a mercenary, an arms smuggler, a soldier who has been in prison, and participated in World War III. Moreover, you hide some secrets about that war. As for what it is, I have not yet Find out, but one day I will find out the truth. Don't try to hide everything from me."

The young man spit out a sentence in a low voice, which made his eyelids twitch wildly.

The moment he turned his head back, the door slammed shut against his face with a "bang", and then there was a series of clicks and clicks of locking the door.

Herlo looked at this extremely familiar scene and her past self from the window, feeling very strange.

Compared with the sharp temperament covered with thorns in adolescence, he has been a lot gentler after struggling in the thorny paradise as an adult, but the things in his bones have not changed, he just hides those sharp edges and corners.

Probably only Sayero can tolerate her true self like this.

He grasped the water pipe outside the wall, the cold metal temperature seeped into his palm, but his body temperature became hotter and hotter.Leaning against the rough concrete wall, he suddenly longed for the other's embrace.

Sayero looked at the closed door in front of him, and smiled wryly in the quiet darkness.

The evidence of the existence of that "secret" has been completely erased by the military on the Internet, as if it was never born in this world. Unless he tells it himself, Herlo will never know.How would he react if he learned all the truth?

Maybe you will doubt the meaning of self-existence.

Can anyone accept that he was born as a "duplicate"?

But precisely, it was this "duplicate" that gradually changed the quality of the family affection that he intended to give with a sense of atonement and self-salvation, and unstoppably fermented in his flesh and blood into an Adam complex.

His affection for the little guy is growing day by day, and has already surpassed the limit of "brother".

He's probably a pervert.

After closing and locking the door of his room, he lay down on his back on the single bed and lit an electronic cigarette.In the dim light of the cigarette butt, he squeezed the cigarette butt and took a deep breath, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, a melancholy crease formed between his brows, his side face was almost as perfect as a statue in the shadow.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he closed his eyes, his Adam's apple slid up and down as the smoke was brewing, his thin lips opened, and he exhaled a mouthful of thick gray-blue smoke.

In the air, the sweet fragrance of the young man still lingers, like a poppy rooted in the depths of his mind, quietly exuding a highly poisonous fragrance.

After habitually groping a few times in the groove under the pillow, he took out a metal box, skillfully opened the combination lock, and took out the small camera inside.

The boy's back when he was taking a bath came out hazily from the water mist, his whole body was pure white, like an angel washed by holy water in a Greek mural, exuding a sense of beauty that should not be profaned.

The smoke sprayed onto the screen along with the man's somewhat disordered breathing, blurring the images that he had hidden privately.He pressed the play button, wiped the mist with his thumb, sat up while biting his cigarette butt, leaned against the wall, and opened the zipper on the leather pants with one hand.

The man frowned, laughed at himself again, and clenched the genital that was out of his rational control, but at this moment, he heard a little unusual movement.

Holo covered her mouth, suppressed her breath, and clutched the water hose tightly with one hand.

The sound was very subtle, but it was enough of an alarm for Sayero.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked out of the bathroom window vigilantly. He stood up from the bed, but looked around for a while, walked towards the door leading to the corridor, picked up the Smith & Wesson riot gun behind the door, and pretended to check it out. The situation outside the door.

In fact, he hid at the stairs on the next floor, dormant quietly.