cry of a butterfly

The male host invited the "uninvited guest" to stay for dinner. The young police detective hesitated a little, but agreed.

He had never sat and dined in such a spacious and luxurious living room, and his shirt, tank top, jeans, all went wrong in a way that would give him a rash.While Kang Bo was going upstairs to change his clothes, Chu Hua walked up to a huge indoor foliage plant and picked up the watering bottle next to the flower pot.

Opened it and sniffed it to confirm it was water.

The tough brunette was arranging dinner on the table, and Brigitte was pointing beside her, and no one was looking at him.So Chu Hua quietly used the water for watering the flowers to clean up her unruly broken bangs like a jelly.

Facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the corner of the stairs, he put on several narcissistic expressions in succession: smiling, frowning, squinting... This kind of backside that completely exposes the forehead is actually not very easy to control, but men are born with His thin face and beautiful facial features have handled everything well, and now he looks like a successful person who deals with shopping malls.

"You look great."

The sudden sound startled Chu Hua, who was a little guilty, and turned around, it was Compo.

Perhaps no one can interpret the three words "excellent" so accurately as this man.

Wearing a court-style shirt that is not very lifelike, with elegant and repeated folds and several layers of thickly woven silk cuffs, it complements the man's innate beauty and aristocratic temperament.He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and small hips, a slender waist as if deliberately tied, and a pair of beautiful long legs with an excellent proportion to his upper body.like a graceful dancer.

Compo tied his long flowing brown hair back and tied it into a ponytail of just the right length.The bridge of the nose, the jawbone and the chin, and even the faintly bloody lower eyelids are extremely charming, and the unmodified facial contours still retain the sexiness of a boy - he is really a very beautiful man.

Chu Hua stood there in a daze, looking up at Compo at the top of the stairs, watching him climb down the steps with a cane, watching him walking towards him with slightly staggering dance steps——

It seems that Wan Lai is annihilated.

It feels as if this man came from a very far away place, and all his walking, crossing the ocean, and the suffering and hardships he has encountered are all just to meet himself in the end.

Walking in front of Chu Hua, Compo bent down on one knee.He stretched out the hand with the big ruby ​​ring on his middle finger, gently lifted his fingertips, and lowered his head to kiss the back of his hand.

His eyes were still enchanting and naked, and he stood up from the almost eyelashes between the two faces and responded with a moving smile, repeating the sincere praise in tone, "You look great."

The sound of someone entering the door just interrupted the two looking at each other, which seemed to be the prelude to a kiss.A pair of boys and girls of similar age entered the door.Just based on that overly thin figure, Chu Hua recognized one of them, the stripper who bit Tu Yuming that day.

The 14-year-old boy is called Kang Xiaoqi, and the 16-year-old girl is called Kang Enya.They were originally not surnamed Kang, one was the daughter of Compo's third wife, and the other was the son of his fourth wife.

The siblings, who are not related by blood, also have handsome features and thin bodies, and they also have a face that looks like a child with albinism.Especially Conshoch, this 14-year-old boy has a pair of gray eyes that are completely out of his age, he looks like he has been half-swallowed by some negative emotion, leaving only the other half alive like a walking corpse.

The house, which almost never sees light, is like a cocoon.They are moths or butterflies struggling, dying inside.

The girl took a very noticeable step back when she saw the young detective.She thought he was coming because she had bit off a man's penis.

Compo saw the change in Kang Enya's complexion, and turned to Chu Hua, "Do you know each other?"

Chu Hua glanced at the girl.The girl kept shaking her head, and she cast a pleading look at the other party, looking terrified.The young detective replied almost without thinking, "We have. I interviewed witnesses for a theft case, and your daughter happened to be one of them."

Compo turned to look at his daughter again, and after a few seconds, he smiled, "I never knew you would be so enthusiastic."

It seems that I believe it.

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At the dinner table, Irene obeyed the master's instruction and added a little red wine to the goblet in front of Chu Ping. This was the wine produced in Compo's own vineyard.

Chu Hua looked a little embarrassed. Of course he knew that he had to avoid the temptation of alcohol at this time, but he didn't want to expose his weakness in front of this dangerous man, just like he couldn't expose his softness in front of the sharp teeth of a beast. throat.The young detective pondered for a moment the pretense of refusal, and then asked, "Is this wine from your already world-famous wine cellar?"

"I have two wine cellars, one for storing corpses and the other for entertaining neighbors." Compa fully understood the subtext of the other party, and smiled at him in a soft but undeniable tone, "This wine is very delicious. Not bad, you should try it."

Chu Hua thought about it, and decided to pretend to take a sip—he could hide the liquor under his tongue, and spit it out on the napkin when no one was looking.In order to avoid being drunk by the group of unscrupulous bastards in the police station, he even learned how to continue talking and laughing without showing a trace while taking a sip of alcohol.

"Since you have treated me so kindly, how can I have the heart to say 'no'?" Mr. Detective decided to follow the host's wishes for the time being. He raised his glass generously and said brazenly, "I almost got me shot because of you." cheers!"

Compo smiled, and also raised his wine glass in greeting, "For the first visit of a beauty."

Both of them took a sip of their wine.

He planned to hold the wine in his mouth, but when the thick and mellow liquid slid over his tongue like an invasion, he suddenly froze with his eyes wide open—at least a minute of ideological struggle made this There was a thunderous sex between the wine and the man's mouth, and finally he swallowed it completely disarmed.

Chu Hua looked at Kang Bo in a daze, and after a while, he moved his lips like a dream and said, "Wow..."

"Wow..." Compo imitated Chu Hua's drawn-out "wow" and said teasingly, "Is that how you make the bed when you climax? It's fucking your taste buds."

Such self-praise is far from clichéd and, moreover, not exaggerated.Chu Hua, who had regained his composure, completely forgot about his hidden illness of not being able to drink alcohol.He took another sip of the red wine in the glass, raised his eyebrows and eyes extraordinarily fancy, and the praise in his mouth was sincere, "This wine is really... wonderful! I can feel it kissing the tip of my tongue and caressing my viscera—— One more sip and I should take off my pants!"

This is true.

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The two of them were drinking and talking like old friends who have known each other for a long time. The host always smiled and listened to the witty remarks of the young guest. The atmosphere at the table has never been more harmonious.

The beautiful hostess Brigitte sat aside with a dead face, occasionally interjecting a word or two.And the pair of pale-faced siblings kept their heads down, eating, chewing and swallowing without saying a word.

Until Kang Enya suddenly broke such a harmonious scene.

"I don't want to change schools!" The girl suddenly put down the knife and fork in her hand, and yelled, "I don't want to go to that militarized boarding school!"

"Honey, there are still guests here." Compo glanced at the girl's head and said with a smile, "We'll talk about this issue later."

"That place is simply a mental hospital!" Kang Enya repeated viciously, "That's right, it's a damned, dirty, perverted mental hospital!"

"Psychiatric hospital?" Compo also put down the knife and fork in his hand, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.The elegant smile on that face seemed to be restrained, "You mean, a mental hospital?"

"No..." Kang Enya seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly explained with a look of horror, "That's not what I meant..."

"No, my dear. That's not the place." The smile returned to Compo's face again, and he looked at his daughter with that snake-like gaze, "Have you ever been to a mental hospital?"

The girl shook her head stiffly.

"Every day you will hear people around you screaming and crying and laughing, and you will call them crazy in your heart more than once, but soon realize that you are also one of them... You will see Seeing a lot of scary and dark things, the boy who was beaten to death, the girl who was raped by a group of doctors, the old man who was forced to lick his own feces... You try to expose the truth, but the bad thing is that no one believes a madman. You will I began to doubt my original choice, maybe it would be more merciful to sit in the electric chair and face death, but you can't even commit suicide..."

Compo slowly looked away, the person he was looking at when he said these words was Chu Hua.

The curvature of the corners of the lips is very dignified, but the hazel eyes are clearly smiling, and the toneless voice is still weird and full of charm.He continued, "They lock you behind iron doors that don't see light, chain you with chains as thick as your arms, and make you swallow all kinds of pills that will make you really crazy; Electric shocks will be applied to your brain, but no matter how many times the electric shocks are given, you will still foam at the mouth and convulse every time, and the pain of convulsions lasts for as long as a lifetime... At first you cried and screamed regretfully every day, Then you gradually become taciturn and silent. You finally understand that you are Rapunzel imprisoned in the forest tower, but you have no long hair that can be saved; His desperate cries will never be heard..."

The atmosphere at the dinner table dropped to freezing point, and even the young police detective, who had been with blood, deformity and even death all year round, frowned and felt speechless.

"Honey, this is Christian hell, this is Jewish Auschwitz, but this is not where you are going anyway." Compo laughed suddenly, and he looked away from the girl's face , looked at the boy again, smiled more and more charmingly and said, "Come on, show off your natural voice, and sing a song that fits the atmosphere of the moment—"Ode to Joy", how about it?"