Legendary Road

The colorful neon signs attract the attention of a large number of tourists in the urban area of ​​Dortmund, and people enjoy delicious grilled sausages and mugs of beer on the street.

Yan Jing, who had just been complained about by Dr. Anna, came out of the hospital. In the end, he still got Anna's promise to ask acquaintances for help.

Yan Jing glanced at the time and it was getting late, so he hurried to the suburbs far away from the city center - the apartment he rented was built there.

The complicated and dazzling artificial lights gradually disappeared from Yan Jing's vision, and the Cicada Concerto composed by the group of cicadas sounded among the dense trees in the summer night starry sky.The small two-storey building not far ahead is lit with dim warm orange lights, connecting with the street lights on the side of the path to form a way to guide people back.

Yan Jing has lived here since graduating from university.

The landlord of the apartment he was renting was an elderly lady named Aotelia, a kind person.She used to have two lovely sons, but both died of hereditary diseases in the family, and her husband did not live longer than her, so she was summoned by God before her.

At that time, Yan Jing hadn't found a job yet, so he was a complete pauper.He happened to see an ad for a shared house with an abnormally low rent. He dubiously followed the address on the ad and came to this quiet suburb. After discussing with Mrs. Aotelia, he managed to move into the empty second floor. .

Walking on the road, Yan Jing suddenly found that under the streetlight less than five meters away from the apartment, there was a black sack nearly [-] centimeters long that looked like it was full of garbage, and it was placed generously beside the streetlight pole.

Yan Jingxin said that whoever has no sense of public morality, didn't rest on his feet, and rushed over without stopping, kindly trying to do Lei Feng's throwing the sack into the sorting garbage bin.

Yan Jing reached out and grabbed the mouth of the sack, and found that he couldn't lift it up at the first stroke. He was thinking "what kind of garbage is this?" when the unsealed sack was exposed under the light of the street lamp A small part of it.

blond hair? !

Yan Jing suddenly felt that the contents of the sack might not be rubbish. The horror movies he had watched reminded him that usually the sack contained corpses dismembered by a murderous demon...

Yan Jing swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and carefully rolled out the side of the sack bit by bit.

The mysterious outer packaging of the black sack gradually faded away, and Yan Jing found sadly that what was inside was actually a boy with his eyes closed and a painful expression.

At this moment, Yan Jing felt that his water meter would soon be checked.

But when he saw the boy's dirty face clearly, he really felt that the world was too fucking small.

Hell, who's going to tell him why a corpse-like Nick Vincent is lying in a sack under his street lamp?

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The metal key unscrewed the door lock, and the heavy iron door deflected inward, making an obscure and mocking "creak" sound in the silent night.

Yan Jing poked half of his head into the door and looked around for a while.After confirming that Mrs. Aotelia had fallen asleep, she turned around and dragged the black sack containing Nick into the room.

The rubbing of the sack on the smooth floor didn't make much noise. It wasn't until he reached the stairs that he couldn't drag it any more. Yan Jing had no choice but to pick up the sack horizontally and walk up the stairs as lightly as possible.

Nick's figure has always belonged to the thin but muscular type, and Yan Jing didn't take too much effort to hug him.

However, the combined weight of the two people stepped on the wooden steps and the movement was much louder than usual. The sound of creaking footsteps echoed throughout the house in the narrow spiral staircase.

"Yan, can you keep your voice down? I was just about to fall asleep—"

Yan Jing was taken aback by Mrs. Autelia's sudden complaint, and then he glanced at Nick, who was drooling in the sack and whose cheek had been pinched red by himself, but was still sleeping like a dead pig, and responded helplessly. : "I'm sorry Mrs. Autelia - I've got a little too much to borrow today."

Unscrewing the doorknob of his bedroom, Yan Jing hurriedly threw Nick's sack on the bed, rubbed his sore arms and was thinking about how to deal with the big trouble in front of him, the sack seemed to shrink towards the foot of the bed suddenly.

"..."

Yan Jing stared at the sack suspiciously, then turned on the wall lamp.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a pair of roguish blue eyes met his gaze, and after a moment, he closed them abruptly, sleeping peacefully.

I bought a watch last year... this guy is pretending to be asleep!Unfortunately, I have to drag you up with my life!

There is no mirror in Yan Jing's bedroom, so he doesn't know how many veins are popping out on his forehead now.

He closed the door tightly and locked it, and approached Nick step by step, who was naked.

Just when Yan Jing's hand was about to reach into the sack, Nick sat up abruptly, looked at the hand in front of him, opened his throat and screamed something shocking and crying

"Help, I raped a boy—"

I'm not a pedophile, let alone you are a man!

Hearing that the corners of Yan Jing's eyes were twitching badly, he was about to say something to explain that he didn't have such a hobby, but he found that Nick was taking a deep breath, and seemed to have the idea of ​​letting out a voice.So Yan Jing rushed forward desperately and pressed Nick under him, and stretched out his hand to tightly cover the other's big mouth where he spoke indiscriminately.

"Yan, what was your voice just now?" Mrs. Autelia downstairs asked again.

"Woo! Woo!" Nick stared angrily at Yan Jing's face, which was close at hand, and kept struggling to get rid of Yan Jing's confinement.

"Ms. Autelia, I'm sorry, I forgot to turn down the volume when I just started playing the video tape—" Yan Jing's mind turned quickly, and there was no problem with the reason given.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have this hobby. I thought most Chinese people would be disgusted."

Mrs. Aotelia's meaningful voice came from downstairs, obviously she misunderstood something.

Yan Jing rushed downstairs to explain: "No, Mrs. Aotelia, listen to me! I didn't..."

The old lady interrupted Yan Jing bluntly without giving him a chance to explain, and said empathetically: "No, no, no need to explain Yan, don't worry, I never discriminate against gays, even my eldest son once had a Boyfriend five years older than him. But god, the pedophile tapes you're seeing are pretty bad, how about I introduce you to some nice guys? You know it's always hands to body? Great."

"..." Yan Jing was already unable to explain anything, even if he explained, it would only get darker and darker.

At the same time, his straight male heart was roaring: I have nothing to explain!Who the fuck watches pedophile tapes!My sexuality is too normal to be normal!It's much better to use your hands than your butt!Leave those men to your lonely and empty son in heaven!Foreign old lady, why are you so open and gossiping!

Yan Jing was still immersed in grief and indignation, and Nick, who was almost out of breath under Yan Jing's weight, quit.

Nick grinned, showing his white teeth, and bit Yan Jing's hand with a bloody mouth.

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With a bitter face, Nick sat on the edge of the bed with his head buried, and confessed his mistake to Yan Jing in a low voice.

"I thought you were a human trafficker from the East, who specialized in selling human organs."

"Who wants to sell you!" Yan Jing's palm had a ring of purple tooth marks inside and out, and he was already in an extremely bad mood, and he had to control his voice so as not to disturb the downstairs who had finally fallen asleep Mrs. Aotelia.

Nick stuck out his tongue and said nothing.

After a while, Yan Jing sighed resignedly, and then asked: "Okay, I'm unlucky. In order to prevent me from being charged as a lover trafficker and rapist, no matter what, tell me your name and your home phone number , I will ask your family to take you back."

"Nick Vincent. I don't remember my home phone number. The string of numbers is too long." Nick blurted out without thinking.

"...The address of your home?"

"My mother should know, but I don't know." Spreading his hands, Erlang raised his legs, looking like a coquettish man, and added emphatically at the end, "I'm telling the truth, believe me. "

Believe you are a ghost!

Yan Jingshen took a deep breath and told himself not to be as knowledgeable as a kid, then walked to the landline, pointed at the phone and spoke with a smile.

"Do you know what this is, Mr. Vincent?"

"Call it."

"Very well, do you know the number of the police?"

"110, please, are you an idiot?"

Nick raised his head and looked at Yan Jing who was smiling ambiguously. A second later, he suddenly realized that his previous look disappeared without a trace. He straightened his legs and put his hands on his knees, staring at him nervously. With Yan Jing.

"You, what do you want to do!"

"Why call 110, please, are you an idiot?" Yan Jing was amused when he saw Nick's reaction, and then imitated Nick's expression vividly.

"Oh no! Wait! Dear sir, I think we can settle this perfectly in a more peaceful way!"

"I think only the police can clear me of the rape of a boy."

"Damn! I'm already fifteen, you're the boy!" Nick stood up and stared at Yan Jing in front of him, his eyes widened, as if he wanted to say something but he didn't know how to speak, and his face turned red Without deterrence, he said, "You, you can do anything else you want, anyway...you can't call the police!"

Yan Jing glanced curiously at the overexcited Nick: "Why?"

"..."

Yan Jing put the receiver to his ear pretending to be helpless.

"Don't tell me? Well, then I have to give the police..."

"...Run away from home." Nick moved his lips, and his voice was as soft as a mosquito moan.

Yan Jing looked at Nick in surprise, and subconsciously repeated, "What did you say—"

"FUCK! If your ears are healthy, you should have heard me say that I ran away from home!"