Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"So, where are we going now? Are we going home now?"

When Han Sen and Nietzsche walked outside the door, Nietzsche turned to look at Han Sen, wondering if they should go home or stay in the city.

When he came out of Shen Zui's house, the sky outside was already close to dusk, and the faint afterglow of the setting sun cast a light golden light on Han Sen's cheeks.

Nietzsche couldn't help but look at Han Sen's face with a heavy beauty after being illuminated by time.

Nietzsche has always known that Han Sen is good-looking, but most of the time, Nietzsche’s memory of Han Sen is still the boy with red lips and white teeth that he saw at the Roman prison playground many years ago. In these years, Nietzsche rarely knows Look carefully at Han Sen from the outside.

You must know that when a person's own appearance is recognized as outstanding, he will unconsciously ignore the appearance of the people around him.

But Nietzsche never expected that the mature Han Sen would fascinate him so much, just from his appearance.

"I heard from my subordinates that a large artificial lake has been newly built in the urban area. I'll take you to watch the night view. It's very beautiful."

Han Sen smiled slightly at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche gave a low acknowledgment, and the driver who had been standing by came over and opened the door, and the two sat in.

Just as Han Sen's three cars drove out of the gate of Shen Zui's house, a black car on the street corner also drove out. There were two men sitting in the car, with two large-caliber guns on hand.

"Han Sen is a very vigilant person, put away the gun."

The man driving turned his head and reminded the man sitting in the passenger seat in a low voice.

The man nodded, picked up the gun and stuffed it into his suit.

Following Han Sen's instructions, the driver drove all the way towards the artificial lake.

In fact, the artificial lake is still some distance away from the urban area, almost close to the suburbs. It is said that the government decided to add a new project when it was doing urban construction recently, in order to allow citizens to have more places to rest on weekends.

The distance is not short, and now it is the time for office workers to get off work, and there is a lot of traffic on the road, so the car will inevitably be blocked on the road, so it will be delayed for a long time.

"Is it cold?"

Han Sen turned around and looked at Nietzsche. Nietzsche was wearing a low-necked black sweater, and his red hair was tied into a low ponytail behind his head. He always looked very cold when he said nothing. Lie, even a youthful ponytail doesn't make him any cuter, but it does make his pretty face stand out.

Nietzsche shook his head, probably because he was a little uncomfortable after taking the car for a long time, and said with a displeased expression: "It's stuffy in the car, how can it be cold, but I really don't know what the government uses the money for, so I'm willing to take the money out After digging such a big lake, can’t we spare some money for road construction?”

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's indignant expression, smiled in a low voice, then raised an arm, put it behind Nietzsche's neck, motioned Nietzsche to rest on his arm, and said to the driver: "Put the window down." Come down a little and let Mr Nietzsche breathe."

The driver looked at Han Sen from the rearview mirror and saw Han Sen's serious expression, so he nodded respectfully: "Okay, Mr. Han."

The driver slowly put the rear window of the car in a more reasonable place, Han Sen put a little force on his arms, hugged Nietzsche in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle, you can take a rest in my arms now, We'll be there in a minute, see if you can."

Nietzsche snorted lowly, nodded, leaned his head on Han Sen's shoulder tiredly, and pressed his cheek against Han Sen's neck, feeling the smell in Han Sen's neck was very good Familiar, Nietzsche closed his eyes and rested in satisfaction.

Han Sen slightly checked his head, looked in the rearview mirror, saw a black car following behind him, narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was expressionless.

When Han Sen and Nietzsche arrived there, it was already evening, and the sun was almost sinking into the bottom of the sea, but the lights on the side of the road were not on yet, and the road was still clear, but it was covered with a hazy layer. The color, the outline of the whole city is very ambiguous.

"Mr. Han, here we are."

The driver turned his head to remind Han Sen, and three black limousines stopped beside the huge artificial lake.

Han Sen nodded, waved his hand lightly, signaled the driver not to speak, then turned to look at Nietzsche lying in his arms.

Nietzsche seemed to be in a light sleep. He didn't look up when he heard the driver's voice. He just closed his eyes and lay quietly in Han Sen's arms.

Han Sen lowered his head, kissed Nietzsche's forehead, then gently took his arm out from under Nietzsche's neck, and placed it under Nietzsche's head for a long time, his arm was already numb.

Han Sen pushed open the door of the car as if nothing had happened, and walked slowly to the edge of the artificial lake. His toes touched the edge of the lake, his eyes were fixed in his dark eyes, and he looked straight at the calm lake.

There was a slight wind blowing over the lake, blowing on the broken hair on Han Sen's forehead.

Nietzsche felt in a trance that Han Sen seemed to have left his side.

Nietzsche opened his eyes and saw Han Sen standing by the lake through the car window, his back blurred.

"Han Sen..."

Nietzsche yelled in a low voice, feeling that his voice was a little hoarse. Nietzsche cleared his throat with a low cough, then sat up straight, turned around and lay on the window to look at Han Sen's tall and straight back.

Hearing Nietzsche's voice, Han Sen turned his head and saw Nietzsche lying on the edge of the car window, staring straight at him with dark green eyes, with a ponytail on his left shoulder.

Han Sen walked over, opened the car door, took Nietzsche's hand and brought him out.

"Is it cold?"

Han Sen asked him, in the evening, the wind began to blow non-stop, blowing on people's skin, it was cold.Nietzsche is afraid of the cold, and Han Sen knows better than anyone else.

Nietzsche nodded unabashedly. Han Sen bent down and took the jacket out of the carriage, motioning for Nietzsche to put it on.

Nietzsche stood beside the car and stretched out his arms to ask Han Sen to help him put his coat on.

"come over."

Han Sen waved at Nietzsche.

"What?"

Nietzsche asked as he walked over. Han Sen stretched out his arms and held Nietzsche in his arms. He pressed Nietzsche's head against his shoulder with one hand, and asked in a low voice, "Is it still cold?"

Nietzsche shook his head,

"Your body is very hot, it's not cold now."

With his backhand around Han Sen's waist, Nietzsche leaned against Han Sen's body.

In the evening, when viewed from the surface of the huge lake, the setting sun began to sink slowly, and the two leaned together, like an abstract oil painting.

"Uncle, tell me, when I followed you in prison, you always sat there for a long time without saying or doing anything. What were you thinking?"

When Han Sen was with Nietzsche in the prison, Han Sen was still a nobody at that time, always standing silently behind Nietzsche, waiting for Nietzsche's orders anytime and anywhere.

And Han Sen always remembers that Nietzsche's favorite thing to do every day is to sit on the bench on the playground of the Roman prison, silently watching everything on the playground, sitting for one to two hours, and even most of the Time is silent, unless someone is causing trouble on the playground, or someone deliberately came to talk to Nietzsche.

Han Sen has never understood what Nietzsche was thinking at that time. He even wondered if Nietzsche still had some kind of language barrier, referred to as mental retardation, or mental retardation.

But Han Sen would never tell Nietzsche what he thought.

Han Sen suddenly asked, then looked down at Nietzsche.

"Well,"

Nietzsche seems to have thought about it seriously,

"Actually, it's nothing, because life in the prison is rather boring, and no one is with me.

I will think about how to spend every boring night.I would think about how long it will be before I get out of prison, what I will do after I get out of prison, who to kill, and how to kill. "

Han Sen smiled silently:

"Apart from these?"

Nietzsche blinked:

"Sometimes I think of you, my wonderful young body, and how I can be happier with you."

Han Sen raised his eyebrows. Compared with ordinary people, Nietzsche's thoughts are dirty and obscene, and it is true: "Besides me, there are many people around you. Besides thinking of me, who else is there?"

Nietzsche frowned, as if briefly recalling his absurd self-indulgence in the past, and then shook his head: "It seems that everything that has ever had a relationship with me has disappeared in your hands, I really can't remember who those people are Besides, there are so many people around me, how can I remember, and I don’t bother to remember those people.”

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche raised his head and kissed Han Sen heavily on the cheek:

"I feel that the only real existence is you."

Everything in the past is like an illusion. In my life these years, you are the only reality.

Hearing what Nietzsche said, Han Sen seemed to be nodding in satisfaction, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand and pinched Nietzsche's cheek.

While Han Sen was talking to Nietzsche, a black car came from the other side of the lake, and the front windows of the car were lowered.

Han Sen stared straight at the car coming towards him, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. It was an inexplicable feeling, it seemed to be an intuition, a bad intuition.

There were two men in the car, sitting side by side. One of them looked straight at Han Sen, with his right hand stretched into his suit.

The man looked at Han Sen blankly, as if he was nervous because he was caught by Han Sen's gaze. He wanted to dodge but forced himself to look at Han Sen.

Han Sen even saw the thin beads of sweat on the man's forehead. Those beads of sweat condensed together and slid down the man's temples. Slowly and silently, they fell to the corner of the man's mouth. Shaking, it was a silent hint, it couldn't hide from Han Sen's eyes.

At this moment, all the lights on both sides of the road were suddenly lit up, and the pale golden light ignited the entire city, which was dazzling.

The sun had completely set.

In fact, all thoughts and all the scenes that Han Sen saw were in such a short few seconds.

At the moment when Han Sen was thinking, Nietzsche let go of Han Sen's waist and raised his head to say something to Han Sen. The man in the car took a very short time to complete the mental construction, and then suddenly jumped out of the suit. He took out his gun and aimed it in Han Sen's direction, his eyes were full of the cruelty and determination of a killer.

"Go away."

Responding quickly, Han Sen grabbed Nietzsche's hands and pushed him behind to block him. At the same time, he took out the gun from his pocket and aimed it at the assassin holding the gun in the car.

The assassin in the car was going to assassinate Han Sen, but when he drew his gun, Nietzsche stood in front of Han Sen for no reason, and the assassin hesitated for a second.

What he didn't expect was that in the short second of his hesitation, Han Sen had dragged Nietzsche behind him to block him, and shot himself.

"Bang-bang-!"

"Bang-bang-!"

Before Nietzsche could react, there was already a loud gunshot, and Han Sen and the assassin shot at each other almost at the same time.

At the moment when the gun made a loud noise, Nietzsche saw Han Sen's bullet hit the assassin's forehead accurately, and blood spurted out from the bullet hole like a small fountain.

Due to the force of the bullet, the assassin fell to one side and hit the accomplice driver. The driver was suddenly pushed aside, the steering wheel was out of control, the car nodded and hit the electric pole on the side of the road. The driver's head He slammed into the steering wheel uncontrollably, fainted, and had a wound on his forehead, bleeding a lot on the steering wheel.

The bodyguards who followed Han Sen quickly surrounded him.

When Nietzsche saw that the assassin was killed, he let out a breath. He had been living this kind of life since he was a teenager. He had never seen anything before. mood swings.

But just now, when it came to Han Sen's life safety, Nietzsche felt as if his heart had stopped.

At this moment, Nietzsche felt that he was probably really old.

"Uncle, you are not injured."

Han Sen's voice came from behind Nietzsche, it was very low, even a little hoarse.

Nietzsche nodded in a daze, and felt Han Sen's cheek close to him, and warm lips kissed the corner of his mouth: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

After saying this, Han Sen let go of Nietzsche's palm, leaned back suddenly, and fell into the cold lake water. There was a piercing sound of "Plop!" from the calm lake.

Nietzsche felt something drip from the corner of his mouth, he raised his finger and stroked it lightly, his fingertips were impressively stained with bright red blood.

Nietzsche turned his head and saw Han Sen's young body lying on his back in the lake, with one hand covering his chest, where blood was continuously flowing out, passing through the gap between Han Sen's slender fingers, quickly draining the surrounding lake water dyed red.

Han Sen's body seemed to be sinking slowly away from the lake.

"Han Sen."

Subconsciously, almost without any consideration, Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's body, jumped down quickly, swam to Han Sen's side, and hugged Han Sen's body in the cold lake water. The bodyguards who came over followed Nietzsche and jumped down. Together with Nietzsche, they dragged Han Sen's body out of the cold water and put him on the car.

"Two people brought me the killer who didn't die. When I went back to interrogate them, the others accompanied me to the hospital."

Nietzsche held Han Sen's body tightly in his arms, his expression cold.

"Mr. Nietzsche, Mr. Han has a designated personal doctor."

One of the bodyguards hurriedly reminded Nietzsche.

Nietzsche looked very calm, but his eyes were cold and frightening. He nodded silently: "Then call the doctor and tell him that Mr. Han is about to die after being shot. Immediately bring the medical equipment needed for the operation to the hospital. Mr. Han's home for treatment."

"Ok!"

After speaking, a group of people quickly drove towards Han Sen's villa.

"Han Sen?"

When the car was leading to Han Sen's villa, Nietzsche sat on the back seat of the car holding Han Sen's body, and stretched out his hand to test Han Sen's breath from time to time, just like a father carrying a seriously ill child to the hospital.

Nietzsche reached out and patted Han Sen's cheek gently, but Han Sen didn't respond. His lips, which were pale due to blood loss, were tightly pressed together, and his forehead was covered with thin sweat, as if he was enduring the intense pain. Pain.

Looking at Han Sen's face, Nicholas closed his eyes forcefully:

"Han Sen, whoever hurts you, I, Nietzsche, will make his life worse than death!"

Nietzsche lowered his head and looked straight at Han Sen's face. Han Sen's expression looked very uncomfortable, but he never opened his eyes. His dark eyes were just tightly closed together.

Nietzsche turned his face sideways, put his cheek against Han Sen's cold cheek, leaned his lips against Han Sen's ear, and whispered: "Sen, don't do this, don't do this."

Han Sen, can you have a word with me?

Say whatever you want.

Nietzsche felt his fingers trembling slightly. He needed Han Sen to open his eyes and look at him, and he needed those silent eyes to always look at him.

Not even for a second.

Neither can.

【Father, this is the first time I feel scared. Someone is going to hurt my lover, and someone wants him to close his eyes and sleep forever. 】