Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

On the evening of the fourth day in the prison, after Han Sen finished my dinner in his cell, he opened the door and walked to Shen Qingyang's cell opposite.

Han Sen stood at the door and knocked lightly. Shen Qingyang stood inside and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

Han Sen whispered:

"It's me, I'm Han Sen."

As soon as Shen Qingyang heard the voice, Han Sen's standard handsome face immediately appeared in Shen Qingyang's mind. He stood up quickly, walked to the door and opened the door, looked at Han Sen who was standing outside the door, and smiled with his mouth open: " You came?"

Han Sen nodded.

Shen Qingyang reached out and brought Han Sen in.

"Okay, hands up."

Shen Qingyang said.

He wanted to search Han Sen's whole body to make sure that people who were close to him and staying alone with him would not bring in any weapons that would pose a threat to his life.

Han Sen made a puzzled expression on purpose, blinked his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Han Sen's ignorant expression, Shen Qingyang smiled softly, reached out and patted Han Sen's shoulder and said, "It's nothing, come in, just to tease you."

Han Sen hummed, smiled at Shen Qingyang, and walked in sideways.

After Han Sen came in, Shen Qingyang immediately locked the door behind him.

"Sit down."

Shen Qingyang said, looking straight at Han Sen's handsome face.

Han Sen sat down on Shen Qingyang's bed.

"What would you like to drink?"

Shen Qingyang asked suddenly.

Han Sen thought for a while, "Whatever, whatever."

Shen Qingyang turned around and poured a cup of hot water for Han Sen. Han Sen held it in his hand and took a sip with his head down.

Shen Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Han Sen with a low eyebrow and a pleasing expression with a slight smile.

"Do you like reading?"

Shen Qingyang said suddenly.

Han Sen noticed that Shen Qingyang got a small bookshelf from nowhere and put it in the cell, just opposite the bed, and the bookshelf was full of books.

Han Sen coughed awkwardly:

"I don't read much."

"Why, don't you like it?"

Shen Qingyang asked.

Han Sen shook his head and said:

"No, I studied in a public elementary school when I was young, but after my father and mother passed away, I stopped studying, so I can't understand many things."

Shen Qingyang also nodded silently: "Can you write your own name?"

"Of course it will."

Han Sen nodded, Shen Qingyang gave him a pen, and then opened a blank title page of a book, "Write and read."

Han Sen didn't speak, picked up a pen and wrote "Han Sen" in two slightly elongated Chinese characters on the title page.

Shen Qingyang looked down carefully, then raised his head and smiled and said:

"You are really good at writing. However, I personally think that if you have the opportunity in the future, you'd better read. If you don't read, people will never make progress. Books are the ladder of human progress."

Han Sen also smiled, feeling that Shen Qingyang's words were really one set.

Shen Qingyang sat next to Han Sen, pressed his body tightly against Han Sen's body, reached out to write his own name next to Han Sen's name, and said softly, "This is my name, I write Does it look good?"

Han Sen turned his head suddenly, looked straight at Shen Qingyang, nodded and said:

"nice."

Then, Han Sen suddenly turned over and pressed Shen Qingyang under him, lowered his head and kissed Shen Qingyang's neck and side face. Eliminates the embarrassment of being kissing a guy at the moment.

Shen Qingyang exhaled softly, put his arms around Han Sen's waist, felt Han Sen's heart beating non-stop, and smiled softly: "Why are you nervous, you do these things for comfort, since you feel comfortable , I will also feel comfortable, so this kind of thing is a good thing, so don't be nervous."

It was obvious that Han Sen turned over and suppressed him, but Shen Qingyang, who has always been kind, patted Han Sen's back with his backhand, and comforted Han Sen with a smile.

Han Sen nodded, raised his head, looked straight at Shen Qingyang's light brown pupils, lowered his head and gently kissed Shen Qingyang's forehead.

When kissing, Han Sen tried his best to choose some back kisses that would not make him feel embarrassed. In short, Han Sen was unwilling to kiss a man's lips no matter what.

Seeing that Shen Qingyang didn't seem to intend to kiss, Han Sen felt more at ease, besides Nietzsche.When Lutheran was with her, she never kissed her lips.

Han Sen is trying his best to imagine the flirting methods he has seen before, so that Shen Qingyang will fall into the temptation of beauty earlier. This slightly jerky and active flirting method makes Shen Qingyang, who has seen countless people, feel that Very interesting.

Shen Qingyang trembled slightly. He didn't expect Han Sen's kiss to be so soft. With his arms around Han Sen's neck, Shen Qingyang said in a deep voice, "Didn't we just agree to chat today? Why are you so impatient?"

Even so, Shen Qingyang had a slight smile in the corner of his eyes. He really liked young men like Han Sen—the immature face had a calm personality. feel sexy.

Han Sen didn't answer, but stretched out a hand to lift the hem of Shen Qingyang's clothes, spread his palms, and slowly groped Shen Qingyang's flat abdomen and chest. Shen Qingyang squinted his eyes comfortably.

"I like you very much, and now I really want to fuck you."

After making up his mind to flirt, Han Sen began to say these words without blushing.

"But I didn't take a shower today. I'll take a shower first."

Han Sen sat up and nodded respectfully.

Shen Qingyang sat up quickly, then kissed Han Sen on the cheek with a smile, then turned and went into the bathroom.

As soon as Shen Qingyang entered the bathroom, Han Sen sat there, raised his arm and silently wiped the place where Shen Qingyang kissed his lips just now, sat on the edge of the bed and took a silent breath, then walked lightly The son walked towards Shen Qingyang's bathroom.

Shen Qingyang was standing inside taking a shower, and the water flowed slowly down his jet-black hair.

"Isn't it cold to take a shower at this time?"

Han Sen asked in a low voice.

Shen Qingyang smiled softly, and said very comfortably:

"Fortunately, I used to take cold baths in the middle of winter, and I would team up with my friends for winter swimming. These are trivial things."

Han Sen nodded, reached out and pulled a silk thread with extremely small prickles that was almost invisible to the naked eye from the edge of his trousers.

This is what the man named Matthew next to Nietzsche taught Han Sen. This killing tool is extremely easy to hide, the material is extremely flexible, and there are thorns nailed on it.

Those puncture points are made of pure steel mixed with diamond powder, which are specially embedded in the silk thread in the later stage. They can easily be embedded in the thick fat layer in the human body and cut off the fragile large arteries under the dermis, and they are gently pasted on the skin. When it's on other people's skin, that person can't feel it at all.

While talking with Shen Qingyang, Han Sen walked towards Shen Qingyang, trying to suppress the murderous aura that slowly surged in his heart.

Life and death are important matters, but when there is murderous intent approaching, most people can feel that their lives are in danger.

An excellent assassin is to try his best to control that evil spirit.

Han Sen wrapped the silk thread around his palm and stood behind Shen Qingyang. Shen Qingyang's eyes were still closed due to the water flow. Han Sen quickly pulled the silk thread over Shen Qingyang's neck.

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Shen Qingyang's back and neck, and the water wetted his chest.

Shen Qingyang took a low breath from Han Sen's kiss, reached out to turn off the water flow, opened his eyes and pulled his lips into a smile.

His voice started to become hoarse, his face groped for Han Sen's face, and his lips pressed against Han Sen's ear and whispered softly, "Do you want to do it here?"

Shen Qingyang's movements were extremely gentle, and the two were intimacy like real lovers.

Han Sen nodded, "Yes, I want to fuck you here."

This is Shen Qingyang's most relaxed moment. Matthew said that the self-defense mechanism of normal people reacts very quickly, and when encountering danger, Jiangyin's muscles tense at an amazing speed. You must choose the most relaxed time—— For example, moments involving love.

At this time, a person's whole body is relaxed, and due to the action of hormones, the blood flow becomes faster and the blood vessels dilate. At this time, bloodletting can make people die the fastest, and the airway is also the most vulnerable.

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Shen Qingyang's shoulder blades expressionlessly. When Shen Qingyang hummed softly because of the strong erotic atmosphere, Han Sen's eyes darkened, and his right hand gently touched the end of the silk thread. After going around for a while, he pulled the silk thread taut quietly, then pulled the silk thread tightly, and strangled Shen Qingyang's neck fiercely.

This kind of extremely thin killing tool is the most lethal, and it makes the opponent unable to yell.

Shen Qingyang didn't even have time to yell. After struggling a few times, the aorta on the left side of his neck spewed out blood. The bright red blood sprayed out like a fountain, Han Sen Feeling Shen Qingyang tremble a few times in his arms, he died of heart paralysis due to excessive blood loss.

Han Sen still hugged Shen Qingyang's still warm body tightly, and maintained this position for about 5 minutes. Every 30 seconds, Han Sen would reach out and open Shen Qingyang's upper and lower eyelids to take a look.

After confirming that Shen Qingyang was really dead, Han Sen turned around, put Shen Qingyang on the floor of the bathroom, and then quickly exited the bathroom.

When he walked outside the bathroom, Han Sen immediately pulled some toilet paper to wipe off the blood stains on his feet, and then put the used toilet paper in his pocket to avoid leaving marks when he went out.

Then, Han Sen tore off the title page that he wrote his name on Shen Qingyang's book just now, put the book back, and finally turned around and quietly opened the door of the cell and walked out.

As soon as he went out, Han Sen didn't immediately go back to his own cell, but walked quickly to Nietzsche's cell and knocked on the door: "I'm Han Sen."

Han Sen whispered.

"come in."

Nietzsche's hoarse voice came from inside.

Han Sen immediately opened the door and walked in, but suddenly saw Xia Zuo being pressed under Nietzsche, his usual sullen expression was swept away, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were like silk, and his long black hair Curly hair stuck to fair cheeks.

Xia Zuo didn't feel ashamed when he saw Han Sen come in, but hugged Nietzsche's neck more tightly, and said in a sweet voice: "Boss, I still want... so comfortable..."

Han Sen stood by the door and glanced at the two lying on the bed. Originally, he told Nietzsche after killing Shen Qingyang according to Nietzsche's request.

But now, Han Sen suddenly felt a disgusting feeling occupy his heart. He blankly glanced at Xia Zuo who was lying next to Nietzsche. His white body and sticky voice made people feel disgusted. The sticky blood that Shen Qingyang splattered when he was in his arms intertwined together.

Han Sen rushed into Nietzsche's bathroom, lay down on the sink and vomited it out. Because of Shen Qingyang, Han Sen barely ate anything, so he could only vomit dryly.

Nietzsche glanced in the direction of the bathroom expressionlessly, then got out of bed, and said to Xia Zuo, "Go back."

Xia Zuo thought to himself that that damned ignorant yellow pig had ruined the rare moment of tenderness between himself and his beloved boss, and wished he could shoot that pig to death now, preferably turning it into a hornet's nest.

But looking at Nietzsche's cold face, Xia Zuo didn't have the courage to disobey Nietzsche, and Nietzsche would feel very annoyed if he refused to leave. , So he quickly got out of bed, put on his clothes neatly, and opened the door to return to his room.

After Han Sen vomited, he went out of the bathroom and saw Nietzsche, who was wearing a light gray low-necked sweater, sitting at the dining table drinking coffee in silence.

Nietzsche turned his face to look at the blood stains on Han Sen's body, and asked lightly:

"Shen Qingyang was killed?"

Han Sen nodded, "Yes, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche didn't speak, just picked up the glass on hand, took a sip of wine, and then glanced at Han Sen silently.

Han Sen lowered his eyes silently, unwilling to meet Nietzsche's gaze. He just wanted to go back to his room and quickly wash off the bloody smell on his body: "Mr. Nietzsche, if you have nothing to do, I will gone back."

After speaking, Han Sen turned around and wanted to leave.

"stop."

Nietzsche put down the transparent wine glass in his hand, looked at Han Sen and said:

"come over."

Han Sen nodded and walked over.

Nietzsche sat at the table with his legs crossed, looked at Nietzsche and said:

"Slept with him?"

Han Sen nodded, then shook his head again:

"A few kisses, nothing done, I killed him while he was in the shower."

"Are you disappointed?"

Han Sen quickly shook his head and said, "No, I'm just telling the truth."

"Who initiated it?"

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche and said, "It's me."

"Ah."

Nietzsche hummed, nodded lightly, then stood up, and slapped Han Sen on the face suddenly.

Han Sen was thrown out by the palm and hit the refrigerator, but he came back to his senses and immediately stood in front of Nietzsche with his head down.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen's appearance, waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go back."

Han Sen quickly opened the door and walked out.

What a pervert, I don't know what he is thinking at all, and I don't know what he wants to do in the next second - Han Sen thought so in the moment he went out, but his face remained expressionless.

After returning to the cell, Han Sen quickly took off his clothes, sat in the bathroom with soap and washed his clothes seriously, trying to wash off all the blood stains on the clothes, so as not to arouse others' suspicion. To be on the safe side, Han Sen even brushed the soles of his shoes carefully.

Finally, I went back to sleep with peace of mind.

When lying on the bed, thinking of what Shen Qingyang said to himself before, Shen Qingyang's smiling face appeared in his eyes.

Han Sen knew that Shen Qingyang was a good person, but the person he offended was Nietzsche, and if it fell into Nietzsche's hands, the fate would be even worse.