Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

【Lust】【Murder】【Rage】【Cruel】【Arrogance】

With the growth of the fetus, Anna's stomach became very obvious when it turned over in June of the new year, and it was very bulging. When walking, she needed to support her waist with her hands, and her head was slightly tilted back.

The doctor who has been providing family services for Anna suggested that since Anna lives in the villa and does not usually have any activities or work, she just needs to wear loose pajamas, and it is better to walk around the villa instead of staying all the time In one place, so as not to have a bad influence on the body of the pregnant woman, the development of the fetus and the mood of the pregnant woman.

Today, Han Sen accompanied Nietzsche to drink tea and read a book under the flower stand in the garden.

A wisteria was transplanted on the flower stand, and the twisted and coiled twigs were wrapped around the stand, which was extremely complicated.

Now it is the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, all the lavender flowers on the wisteria are in full bloom, and the flowers are clustered and fragrant.

In fact, Nietzsche really doesn’t like doing things like viewing flowers and grass. He would rather sit in a daze in the room, and then sit without saying a word for a whole day. It makes sense to do this kind of thing.

But Han Sen seemed to be trying his best to adjust Nietzsche's gloomy and unhappy personality, so he took Nietzsche for a walk in the garden every now and then, watching the gardener pruning the rose branches all over the garden together, even in some Sometimes, Han Sen would take Nietzsche to trim the roses himself.

Such a lawful and graceful manor-style family life is a great enjoyment and comfort for Han Sen.

But Nietzsche was really annoyed by this. Compared with the regular and orthodox family life, Nietzsche was still accustomed to the luxurious and lustful lifestyle in the past.

After all, Nietzsche was born as a serious gangster son, so living a normal life is very abnormal for him.

"Miss Anna, do you need another dress?"

While Han Sen and Nietzsche were quietly sitting on the coffee table in the garden, Anna was walking towards the garden with her stomach full.

Nietzsche glanced coldly towards the edge of the garden, put down the books in his hand, stood up slowly with his knees propped up, "I'm going back first."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's face and nodded,

"Go back first, I'll find you later."

Nietzsche gave a low acknowledgment, and walked towards the gate of the villa with his legs open.

"Hello, Mr. Nietzsche."

Seeing the tall and handsome Nietzsche walking towards her through the rose bushes, and now it was his child staying in her stomach, Anna looked at Nietzsche nervously, and then greeted Nietzsche shyly.

Nietzsche looked at Anna's slightly rounded face, fair skin and fingers spread out on her abdomen, and nodded to Anna: "Hello."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche passed Anna with a blank expression.

Anna turned her head, looked straight at Nietzsche's slender back and bright red hair, and stood in the garden blankly, dazed for a long time.

"Miss Anna, this way please."

The butler interrupted Anna, who was in a daze, and led Anna towards Han Sen.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Han."

Anna smiled and slowly sat down opposite Han Sen. The butler bent down and poured a cup of tea for Anna.

Han Sen took the book that Nietzsche had just read in front of him, turned to the page that had just stopped, folded it, and placed it on his right hand.

"Are you feeling well now?"

Anna nodded,

"There is nothing uncomfortable. Everyone has taken good care of me, and my body is very comfortable now. I just need to wait for the baby in my stomach to be born."

Anna covered her belly with her fingers, and suddenly felt the baby in her stomach kick her belly.

"Hey?!"

Anna looked at her holding her stomach in amazement, her expression became very strange.

Han Sen looked straight at Anna's face,

"What's the matter, is there something uncomfortable?"

Anna shook her head and said with a smile:

"Mr. Han, the child seems to have kicked me in the stomach!"

Han Sen looked straight at Anna's stomach.

"Mr. Han, do you want to touch it?"

Anna smiled gently at Han Sen.

Han Sen suddenly remembered the feeling when he put his palm on Bai Jin's stomach when he was at Shen Zui's house.

Han Sen nodded and put his palms down on Anna's stomach, feeling as if something was kicking his feet.

"This child will definitely look like Mr. Nietzsche, and when he grows up, he will be like his father, a handsome man, don't you think?"

Anna looked at Han Sen with a shy expression.

Han Sen nodded, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Yes, you are right."

Nietzsche stood behind the curtains on the second floor, seeing the smile on Han Sen's face and Anna's shy expression, her slender fingers tightly twisting the curtains beside her hands, her expression became abnormally gloomy and cold.

Han Sen accompanied Anna to rest in the garden for a while, and asked the housekeeper to send Anna back. Then he got up and put away Nietzsche and the book he had put on the coffee table, and turned around and walked towards Nietzsche's bedroom.

"Nietzsche."

Nietzsche's door was not closed from the inside. Han Sen pushed the door open and saw Nietzsche who was sitting on the sofa get up and walk towards him.

"What did you tell her just now?"

As soon as Han Sen closed the door and before he reached out to turn on the light, Nietzsche slammed his body up against Han Sen's chest, staring straight at Han Sen's face.

Han Sen raised his hand to straighten Nietzsche's hair, and smiled silently:

"What else can I say, it's not about children."

Nietzsche raised his head, still looking directly at Han Sen's face, and snorted coldly: "What's there to talk about, as long as the child is not born."

Han Sen shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, Nietzsche's lips stuck together. His lips and Han Sen's lips were entangled, and their lips suddenly became wet.

"From now on, shut up."

Nietzsche smiled sinisterly at Han Sen, walked towards the bedside of the room while pulling Han Sen's skirt with his fingers, then stretched out his hand and pushed Han Sen onto the bed.

Han Sen was lying on the bed, looking up at Nietzsche,

"What are you going to do?"

Nietzsche stood in front of Han Sen, slowly took off his clothes, put his legs up on the bed, and sat on Han Sen's body, "What do you think?"

Han Sen reached out and stroked Nietzsche's hair hanging on his cheeks,

"You seem to be very promiscuous recently, Lutheran."

In fact, Nietzsche's age has long passed the age of a man's vigor and vigor, but through the comparison with the previous few years of getting along, Han Sen still clearly feels that Nietzsche seems to be very keen on doing this now. Especially recently, uncharacteristically, he often drags Han Sen to bed, and he never tires of it.

Nietzsche sneered and waved Han Sen's palm away, put his hands on Han Sen's side, facing Han Sen's face, "Prostitution? In this world, what is prostitution and what is decent. You are decent, now Why don't you obediently accompany me to bed."

"Han Sen, you have to know that I am this kind of person."

Nietzsche dragged Han Sen's fingers to come under him. Han Sen found the position, made a few skillful moves, and then helped Nietzsche to sit down slowly on his body.

"call……"

Sensing that Han Sen had all come in, Nietzsche let out a low gasp, put his hands on Han Sen's broad shoulders, his slender fingers tightly wrapped around the skin of Han Sen's neck, and his slender legs wrapped around Han Sen's waist. entangled.

Han Sen sat up abruptly, wrapped his arms around Nietzsche's waist, lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's chest with his lips.

Nietzsche reached out and pulled Han Sen's hair, causing him to raise his head. His red lips touched Han Sen's lips, and then kissed him.

"You've been trying to please me. Haven't you?"

Han Sen blinked and looked at Nietzsche's face.

Nietzsche nodded noncommittally:

"Yes, I am flattering you."

"So. What do you want to do?"

Han Sen's palm moved back and forth from Nietzsche's buttocks to his waist, carefully feeling the delicate skin under his palm.

Nietzsche pulled his lips silently, pinched Han Sen's chin with his slender fingers and said:

"Han Sen, shall we go to Mass?"

Han Sen raised his eyebrows in surprise,

"Do you believe in Christianity?"

Nietzsche nodded:

"Yes,"

"I've always believed in immortality and hell. I also believed that I was going to hell."

Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche's face and said softly:

"Then why did you ask me to accompany you to mass?"

Nietzsche looked deeply at Han Sen's face for about half a minute, and finally smiled softly, with a smile as beautiful as a legendary ghost: "No matter what happens, we will always If you want to be together, I think it's better to send you to hell and wait for me first."

Han Sen pulled his lips silently,

"Is it necessary? I think I'm in hell now. To me, you are the opposite of heaven."

The day after Nietzsche finished speaking about this matter was Mass Day, and the sky in downtown Rome began to rain profusely.

Because it was requested by Nietzsche, Han Sen drove Nietzsche to the Roman church to attend the mass without any entourage.

It is hard to believe that Nietzsche used to attend Mass like this, but he was actually a devout Christian—like his mother.

Nietzsche firmly believed in hell and heaven, and also believed that he would fall into hell.

However, it is one thing to believe it or not, and it is another thing to be afraid or not.

The problem is, Nietzsche was never afraid.

If there is a so-called devil in hell, then Nietzsche felt that he was the embodiment of the devil, and he had no fear of everything—whether it was the past, the present or the future.

Everything, for Nietzsche Lutheran, is not enough to make him daunting possibility.

According to the rules and manners of attending the mass, Han Sen wore a black suit, and then tidied up the suit for Nietzsche. The two of them held an umbrella and walked down the hillside along the path, and then drove all the way to downtown Rome.

The church in the urban area of ​​Rome is solemn and magnificent, standing in the center of the urban area.

"Lutheran, the church will be here soon."

Han Sen pointed to the top of the church in front of him.

The light rain outside began to gradually increase, and the vision began to become blurred.

Because it was a rest day, there were almost no people on the street, and the doors of the shops were basically closed. Only a few homeless men walked through the bustling city center, tightly wrapped in tattered and thin clothes. clothes.

"Han Sen, I want to buy some flowers."

Nietzsche said suddenly.

Han Sen turned his head to look at Nietzsche, said nothing, and started looking for flower shops on the street.

Han Sen actually knew that Nietzsche hated things like flowers very much, but since Nietzsche brought it up, he must have his own reasons, so Han Sen didn't ask anything.

"What flowers do you want?"

Han Sen looked around the street, and finally saw a flower shop at the end of the street. The door of the flower shop was half closed, and Han Sen saw that the shop was filled with all kinds of flowers.

"White Rose."

Nietzsche raised his arms, straightened the sleeves of his shirt inside his suit, and looked at the door of the shop expressionlessly.

Han Sen nodded and drove to the open shop and stopped.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back."

Han Sen turned his head, kissed Nietzsche on the cheek, then pushed open the car door, got out of the car quickly, and walked into the shop.

Nietzsche took out a silver pistol from his pocket—it was the silver small-caliber pistol that Han Sen had placed in his study before, and then lowered his head to load the bullet without any expression on his face.

It was raining harder and harder outside. Sitting in the car, Nietzsche saw Han Sen walking out of the flower shop with a bouquet of white roses in his hand.

wow wow wow...

Between the heaven and the earth, the only thing that comes into my ears is the sound of rain watering down.

"Lutheran."

Han Sen waved at Nietzsche. Because of the heavy rain, Han Sen's voice was almost drowned out, but Nietzsche felt that he could still hear Han Sen's voice clearly.

The world also became strangely quiet.

Nietzsche nodded to Han Sen, opened the door, and signaled Han Sen to sit up quickly.

Han Sen walked quickly to the front of the car and sat in.

"Why buy white roses?"

Han Sen looked at the large bouquet of roses in his hand and frowned silently.

Like all Chinese, Han Sen doesn't really like white things, including flowers and everything else.

White is always unlucky, especially on such days.

Nietzsche pulled his lips silently, and the bright red lips moved towards Han Sen's head.

Han Sen thought that Nietzsche was going to kiss him, so he habitually stretched his head over. The moment Nietzsche's lips touched Han Sen's lips.

"Bang bang bang-!"

three times.

Han Sen obviously felt the scorching high-speed spinning bullet pass through his body, and a large piece of warm blood rushed up from his throat unstoppably. In a rapid period of time, Han Sen clearly felt his body The innermost fishy sweet taste.

Han Sen let go, white roses scattered in the car, and some fell on the ground outside the car.

Nietzsche's lips left Han Sen's lips, and his forehead was close to Han Sen's forehead. He said in a deep voice, "It's to send you to hell."

Han Sen lowered his head with difficulty, and saw Nietzsche holding his gun in his hand and pressing it against his abdomen.

Because of the sudden blood loss, Han Sen fell limply on the seat. Nietzsche stretched out his arms and held Han Sen in his arms, letting Han Sen's head rest on his arms.

The blood from Han Sen's abdomen quickly flowed to the driver's seat under Han Sen, and some flowed along the cracks of the car to the street outside, but it was washed away by the pouring rain in an instant.

The ring on Han Sen's ring finger was not stained with blood red either.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche blankly, and said in a deep and weak voice:

"Lutheran, you are a husband-killer. Is this what your noble Lutheran family taught you?...No one can protect you except me. No one can preserve you completely like me."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen closed his eyes, began to breathe weakly, his head gradually became dizzy, and his dark pupils also began to slowly become larger and loose. Nietzsche could hardly see his own reflection in Han Sen's pupils at this moment.

Nietzsche reached out and hugged Han Sen's body tightly, letting his head rest on his shoulders, stroking the back of Han Sen's head with his palm, and said softly: "I don't need the so-called protection." , what you can give me must be because I want it."

"Actually, I have given myself to you, but why don't you cherish it."

"I know I'm not pure, but I like pure things."

"You shouldn't have children with other women after you have me. If you really want to, you should let me do it instead of having children with that woman yourself."

"However, it's too late."

Nietzsche pulled the trigger, and after a few gunshots, Han Sen's body trembled a few times, and then there was complete silence.

At the last second, Han Sen leaned his head on Nietzsche's shoulder, opened his bloody mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just stretched out his blood-stained palm and covered Nietzsche's face. On his left hand, he silently and stubbornly touched the ring Nietzsche wore on his hand.

In the end, Han Sen's palm slipped softly, and his blood-stained fingertips left several shallow bloodstains on the back of Nietzsche's white hand.

Nietzsche pinched Han Sen's chin, lowered his head and kissed Han Sen's lips until his mouth was full of blood. Then he took off the ring on his hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, and stuffed it into Han Sen's lips. In the pocket of his suit, stick it to Han Sen's heart.

Nietzsche got out of the car, closed the car door, put an umbrella on top of his head, bent down to pick up a pure white rose that fell in the rain just now, held it in his hand, and walked away without turning his head .

【Han Sen, with the ring, wait for me in hell. 】