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I was taken by these two people to the mansion where I lived.

The reason why there are no servants in my house is not like what Mu Tian said, I don't like extravagance.On the contrary, maybe it's because I'm an ignorant dude who always has an inexplicable inferiority complex towards intellectuals in my heart, but I'm a person who pays attention to pomp, no matter where I go, there must be someone by my side.

When there was no Mu Tian, ​​there were many servants around me. After having Mu Tian, ​​I never hired a servant again.

I only need Mu Tian alone, that's enough.

I was lying on the big bed in my house, sleeping peacefully as usual.The hands are crossed and placed on the abdomen by them. This is the only posture that is different from the past. I have never been in such a stable posture in my entire life.

In the past, I always liked to pose in a large font and sleep without image. When Mu Tian was my servant, he knew it.After he became my lover, for fear of crushing him, I would lie on my side, or simply hold him in my arms.

So the current posture must be the most disciplined, elegant and dignified posture I have lived in these years.

After these two people put my body on the bed, one sat far away, with his back straight, his hands on his knees, and his lips tightly pursed. This sitting posture, at first glance, is Luo Kun's misleading son the people's teacher; the other stood with his arms folded, staring at me fixedly, as if I was not a dead person, but a beautiful flower.

He looked at me for a while, he didn't know what emotion was suppressed in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Luo Kun, does it look like he is just sleeping? He died really painlessly, without any expression of panic on his face." .”

Luo Kun didn't answer, I think he didn't look at me at all, because his eyes were dull, loose and out of focus, as if the soulless person wasn't me, but him.

Mu Tian didn't seem to want him to answer, he took out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket, the cigarette was sandwiched between two slender fingers, the other hand lit the lighter, leaned on the cigarette to ignite, his fingers trembled slightly, He didn't light it the first time, he took a deep breath, lit it for the third time, stabilized his hand, lit the fire, then threw the lighter on the table beside him, with the cigarette facing his beautifully shaped lips, he inhaled He took a breath, and exhaled again, the smoke came out along his lips, lingering around, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

Mu Tian has never smoked in front of me. I always thought he was a good boy. He used to be a top student in the eyes of the teacher when he was in school. I was the one who copied his homework. Friends eat, drink and have fun, we are two extremes.

I never knew he could smoke.

He took another breath, looked at me again, and said: "No, he is definitely not sleeping. His sleeping position has never been so like that of a real family member."

It seems that Mu Tian has also noticed that today I must have used a posture that is more elegant and dignified than in my previous life. I, a prodigal son, will finally look like a nobleman one day.

Hearing this, Luo Kun seemed to wake up suddenly, his eyes moved, and he looked towards him. I was inexplicably shocked, because his eyes were so deep that there was nothing but blackness, like a hole that swallowed the soul.

Mu Tian looked at his expression and suddenly smiled.When he smiled, I had a bad feeling.

Since I died, I found that the happier and sweeter Mu Tian's smile is, it proves that the more twisted and mocking his heart is, the darker it is.

Because the moment Luo Kun stabbed me to death, I saw this expression.

Sure enough, Mu Tian asked with a smile in a voice as sweet as poison: "What? Luo Kun, you killed him, and now you regret it?"

Luo Kun was shaken all over, he raised his head slowly, grasped and opened his hands, and then clenched into fists again, he stood up, walked to Mu Tian, ​​and whispered: "Tian, ​​bury him, Don't make mistakes again and again." He took Mu Tian's hand and held it in his palm, "You bury him, we leave here, go far away, and never come back again, together, Live some ordinary days, okay?"

"Wrong?" Mu Tian tilted his head, his face clearly pretending to be blank, "What did I do wrong, and what did you do wrong?" He smiled, his pretty face darkened, "Luo Kun, what do you want to do?" Go, I don't intend to go." He looked at me, his eyes narrowed, "This is what the Zhao family owes me, and I want to get it back one by one."

"Tian, ​​Zhao Mingze died," Luo Kun took a deep breath, as if this would increase his courage, "Enough."

"Enough?" Mu Tian smiled, "Is it enough?"

I thought, this must be the second time I saw Mu Tian's cruel side after me.He held the cigarette in his right hand, Luo Kun held his left hand, and he used the cigarette in his right hand to press down on the back of Luo Kun's hand holding his left hand, until the cigarette was extinguished and turned into ashes.

But Luo Kun was able to hold back the pain, without saying a word, and let him burn the back of his hand.

I didn't see that Luo Kun had such great endurance and resilience. I always thought that if this teacher was sentenced to death in ancient times, he must be the kind of person who would be recruited immediately after beating him.

It seems that I, Zhao Mingze, really don't have the ability to recognize people.

"Luo Kun, if you have time to persuade me, why don't you think about how to make Zhao Mingze's corpse rot slower. If he becomes a bone too soon, this game will not be fun."

Luo Kun was startled when he heard this, his face turned sideways little by little, and he looked at me with complicated expressions in his eyes. After a while, he said: "Do you want to get formalin?"

Mu Tian threw away the cigarette butt, "Do whatever you want, as long as his body doesn't rot."

Formalin? !

If my soul is not in my body, I can do whatever you want, but put me in there as a dead person who still has consciousness...

Well, maybe this time, I will really go to heaven or go to hell, and I will never stay in this body again.

I stared fixedly at Luo Kun, saw his eyebrows twitched, his eyeballs twitched, his lips murmured, and finally he uttered a word, "Okay." Then it seemed that his words surprised him, his eyes widened up.I continued to stare at his lips, hoping that he would repent, but I saw him pursing his lips and uttering a few more words. "Okay, I'll get it for you now."

After speaking, he broke free from Mu Tian's hand, turned around and left.

I watched as he straightened his back, stepped out step by step, and disappeared from my field of vision, and then the door was closed forcefully with a "bang", and the lights on the roof were also shaken.

The room fell silent.Since there was only one living person in the room, unless he was talking to himself, there should only be gasping in the room.

Sure enough, there was only the sound of panting, and with Mu Tian's piercing eyes piercing towards me, I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.

There was hatred in those eyes, I tried to find a trace of love, but after spending a few minutes, all I found was hatred.

I was able to watch my lover die, and after Luo Kun walked out the door, and only Mu Tian and the dead me were left in this room, I finally realized this fact.

Mu Tian, ​​he doesn't love me at all.

He and I are also regarded as bamboo horses and bamboo horses. We grew up without the affection of a lover, but we should have some affection for a relative.

But I didn't find it in his eyes.

Can you please let me close my eyes, I don't want to see this person at all.His gaze is too glaring, too piercing, my heart is not yet hardened to the point of hard heart, so I will definitely feel heartache.Can you let me close my eyes, like a living person, as long as I close my eyes, there will be darkness, and I will never see those eyes again?

When I thought about it like this, I actually closed my eyes like a living person, and I couldn't see anything.

Just as I was rejoicing, I suddenly felt that my hand was being held by another hand. That hand was long and slender. When I was alive, I could tell whose hand it was even with my eyes closed.

The five fingers of Mu Tian's hand held my hand, clasped it tightly, and the grip became tighter and tighter, until the five fingers of my hand made the sound of dislocation of bones.

"Zhao Mingze, I hate you," I heard his voice say, "I will never forgive you in this lifetime, even if you go to the [-]th floor of hell, I will not!"

When he was talking, his five fingers kept holding my hand and didn't let go.

As he spoke, I felt a drop of liquid fall on the side of my cheek, slide down my cheek, and land on my lips, and I tasted it with my postmortem tongue.

Salty.