Crossflow

Zhao Jiayang used a 9mm caliber Glock G17, and the impact of the bullet was extremely powerful.

Bright red blood mixed with yellow and white brain matter exploded from the bullet hole, some of which even splashed onto Tao Fengche's face, leaving several extremely glaring marks.

Zhao Jiayang's body shook back and forth twice, and then fell to the ground with a bang, splashing smoke and dust all over the floor.

The imperceptible dust gathered together, floated in the air for a while, and then slowly landed, some of which even landed on Zhao Jiayang's body.Blood and brain matter mixed together, gurgling all over the ground.

This sudden turn of events completely exceeded Sui Yuesheng's expectations.He stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of him, his left hand trembled, and he almost failed to hold the gun.

He pinned the Desert Eagle back to his waist. He really didn't understand why Zhao Jiayang suddenly chose to shoot himself—after so much tossing, he finally killed himself with a bullet. What was he trying to do?

Could it be that he knew there was no way out, so he simply died, so as to escape future sanctions and leave a whole body for himself?

But based on what he knew about Zhao Jiayang, the latter didn't seem like someone who would do this.

So what is he for?

Sui Yuesheng subconsciously turned his attention to Zhao Jiayang, but he would never give an answer again.

Zhao Jiayang lay quietly on the ground with his eyes closed, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. If he ignored the chaos around him, death would be considered peaceful.

Tao Fengche stood aside with straight eyes, the expression on his face was first startled, then blank.

At this moment, the soul seemed to leave his body suddenly.Tao Fengche staggered, walked in front of Zhao Jiayang's corpse in a daze, and staggered when he knelt down and sat down.

Under Sui Yuesheng's complicated and worried gaze, Tao Fengche tremblingly stretched his hand to the tip of Zhao Jiayang's nose, checking his breath.

There was no movement.

The bullet penetrated Zhao Jiayang's right temple, and then shot out from the left side, penetrating his entire skull.On the ground not far away, bloody brass-colored bullet casings were lying there quietly.

This is a fatal wound for which no cure is possible.

Tao Fengche knew this well, but he still couldn't believe it.

Even though Zhao Jiayang didn't show any signs of breathing at this moment, Tao Fengche still didn't want to believe this fact.

He still had so many questions that he hadn't asked him, and so many doubts that hadn't been answered, how could Zhao Jiayang, how dare he...? !

Why on earth did you want to kill Tao Zhixing?

You said you just pushed, so what exactly did you do?

Why are you so obsessed with artificial pheromones?

What happened that year?What does this matter have to do with Chu Yin?

Too many questions were stuck in his throat, but he never had a chance to ask them again.

Tao Fengche took his hands back in a daze, and the iron chains connecting the handcuffs collided together, making a piercing sound.

But Tao Fengche was indifferent to all this.As if suddenly deaf, he lowered his head dejectedly.

Fate was firmly on his shoulders, the weight was so heavy that it almost crushed him.

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, and Zhao Jiayang left this world with countless mysteries, leaving Tao Fengche full of doubts, shocks, and sorrow.

Even though he has come to this point, Tao Fengche still has a feeling of reluctance for Zhao Jiayang in his heart.

...In fact, Zhao Jiayang never really hurt him.

Although he was kidnapped here as a hostage, if Zhao Jiayang really intends to use him as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Yuesheng, he can make him suffer from the beginning: cut off one of his fingers and send it to Sui Yuesheng, after threatening If you don't agree with his conditions, you can cut a few more, or let him bleed...

But Zhao Jiayang never did this.

On the contrary, not only did Zhao Jiayang not do any physical harm to him, he even remembered to ask the mute to bring him food, and at the moment when Sui Yuesheng's bullet hit him, he actually pushed Tao Fengche away .

Tao Fengche didn't blame Sui Yuesheng for firing that shot at Zhao Jiayang, if he switched places, he would choose to do the same.What's more, Zhao Jiayang committed suicide by shooting himself, and the bullets born with the moon did not cause any harm to him at all.

But he still felt a little... unable to adapt.

Everything happened a little too fast.

Over the past year, as if an invisible big hand pressed the fast-forward button, he was sucked into the torrent of time and rushed forward all the way.He wants to resist, but in the face of such a force that cannot be resisted by human beings, no matter what he does, it is useless.

Even though he was the same person who watched him grow up, Xu Song was still different as a housekeeper.

Zhao Jiayang's death was the last straw that crushed Tao Fengche.

From the mother who had never met before, to grandma, Chu Yin, Tao Zhixing... and finally to Zhao Jiayang.

Tao Fengche has experienced too many life and death barriers, and after Zhao Jiayang left, he no longer has any real elders.

Tao Fengche stared at Zhao Jiayang's corpse, thinking in a daze.

Several double images suddenly appeared on Zhao Jiayang's corpse, and Tao Fengche wondered whether Zhao Jiayang had taken some medicine, causing the corpse to gradually disappear.But when he tried to reach out to touch those shadows, he was in vain again.

He finally realized that it was because his vision began to become a little blurred, and his face was also a little wet.

……what happens?Is it raining suddenly?

Tao Fengche couldn't figure it out.

A very faint sandalwood scent suddenly appeared beside Tao Fengche. He felt that this smell was somewhat familiar, but there seemed to be a sticky solid in his mind, which made the process of his thinking extremely difficult.

After Zhao Jiayang passed away, the scent of Chen Chun's white tea also disappeared from his body. Tao Fengche sniffled a little uneasy. He couldn't remember what it was, and he didn't remember smelling such pheromones before.

Seeing Tao Fengche's appearance, Sui Yuesheng couldn't bear it anymore.

——With disheveled hair, hands handcuffed together, kneeling on the dusty ground to touch Zhao Jiayang's gradually icy body, hastily written all over his face, pitiful, as if he just got lost and didn't know How to get home the puppy.

Sui Yuesheng's emotions towards Zhao Jiayang are somewhat complicated: his habitual defense of Tao Fengche is true, but the reason why Tao Fengche is in danger is also because Zhao Jiayang kidnapped him as a hostage.

Sui Yuesheng was very angry about this point, no matter what difficulties Zhao Jiayang had, it could not be an excuse for him to hurt Tao Fengche.

But to Tao Fengche, this is his uncle, his only remaining relative.

Sui Yuesheng could understand Tao Fengche's reluctance and mourning for Zhao Jiayang, but he was completely unable to feel any similar emotions.Seeing Tao Fengche like this, he was even a little depressed, wishing to point at his nose and scold him.

But once he saw Tao Fengche's restricted hand and his tears... Sui Yuesheng was completely lost.

He sighed silently, bent down and wiped Tao Fengche's tears.

Sui Yuesheng's right arm was injured, so he used his left hand reflexively, and suddenly he couldn't control the strength well.

Tao Fengche felt pain on his face, he couldn't help frowning, and then suddenly realized that he was crying.

He was a little embarrassed, turned his head slightly to avoid Sui Yuesheng's hand, sniffed, and wanted to reach out to wipe his tears, but forgot that he was still wearing handcuffs.There was a clanging sound of metal clashing between his movements, and his movements looked very awkward.

"Tsk."

Sui Yuesheng turned around and touched Zhao Jiayang's body, and finally found a key in his trousers pocket. He also brought out the handkerchief that Zhao Jiayang used to wipe his hands just now.

The handkerchief didn't seem to match Zhao Jiayang's style. There was actually a dark pattern in the shape of a plum blossom in the upper left corner, but what was even more glaring was the dots of blood on the handkerchief.

...Zhao Jiayang coughed up blood just now?

Sui Yuesheng's eyes were fixed, but he didn't say anything, he just quickly put the handkerchief back to its original position, then turned around with normal expression, pulled Tao Fengche's hand over, and untied the handcuffs .

There were deep marks on Tao Fengche's wrists, Sui Yuesheng felt it was too harsh to look at, so he simply stretched out his hand and rubbed it for him.

Sui Yuesheng always had cold hands, Tao Fengche had always been a warm little stove, but at this moment, his hands were actually icy cold.

I don't know what happened in the past two days.

Sui Yuesheng sighed silently.

Only his left hand could move as usual, he couldn't hold Tao Fengche's hands together like before, so he could only hold Tao Fengche's two hands in the palm of his hand and knead them alternately.

Sui Yuesheng's strength is so strong that he doesn't look like an omega. When Tao Fengche was young, every time he did this, he would moan a few times, but Tao Fengche didn't utter a sound today.

Sui Yuesheng also remained silent.He lowered his head, his gaze stayed on Tao Fengche's hand, he was so absorbed in it that he seemed to be dealing with some tens of billions of big business, but only Sui Yuesheng knew that he was avoiding Tao Fengche's tears.

—He has always been despised by this.

Sui Yuesheng finally raised his head when Tao Fengche's hands showed signs of warming up, but to his surprise, Tao Fengche was still crying silently.

As if he had lost control of his tears, Tao Fengche's face was blank, without any unnecessary expression, but those eyes turned into springs, and tears gushed out of them non-stop, and then slid down his cheeks, like It is to shed all the tears that have not been shed during this period of time, and I will never stop crying until I cry out the water in my body.

Sui Yuesheng had never seen Tao Fengche cry so badly before, he stared at Tao Fengche worriedly for a long while, and was a little worried - did Tao Fengche get scared?

Sui Yuesheng once saw a corpse that was a hundred times more tragic than Zhao Jiayang:

If a shotgun bullet penetrates from the same location, it can smash half of the head, and the scene of bones and brains mixed together is enough to make the strongest person nauseated; The corpse fell from the window along the inertia, and it would fall into a pool of rotten flesh; if it stepped on a landmine, half of the body would be directly blasted to pieces...

But Tao Fengche, who was held in the palm of Tao Zhixing's hand, would never see these things.

More than half a month ago, after Tao Fengche shot Liu Tianlei in the abdomen, he always reacted in panic and panic, but now Zhao Jiayang died in front of him.And for an inexperienced juvenile alpha, the death scene covered in a mixture of brains and blood is terrifying enough.

Sui Yuesheng sighed deeply, and knelt down in front of Tao Fengche.

Then he picked a clean spot on the coat and wiped his hands, brushing the corners of Tao Fengche's eyes with the thumb of his left hand, wiping away the tears bit by bit.

Sui Yuesheng's eyes were focused and his movements were meticulous, but it didn't play any role - as soon as he finished wiping, tears flowed out again, not like water gushing from a spring, but like a reservoir leaking.

...But at least Tao Fengche no longer stares blankly at Zhao Jiayang's body, but is willing to give him a look, which is still an improvement.

Sui Yuesheng thought so, then stretched out his hand silently, pulled Tao Fengche who was kneeling on the ground into his arms, gave him a firm hug, and then touched his slightly thin back with one hand.

His fingers slid all the way down the young man's protruding spine, and then went up again after reaching the end. After repeating dozens of times, Sui Yuesheng gently rubbed Tao Fengche's shoulder blades, and then slightly opened the distance between the two of them. .

The gray-blue pupils and the deep black pupils stared at each other silently, and after a while, Sui Yuesheng leaned forward and touched Tao Fengche's forehead.

This is the tactic he used ten years ago, it can be called a killer weapon, it is always very useful when dealing with the weeping Tao Fengche.

But Tao Fengche is no longer the crying little boy he was ten years ago after all, so it's always a bit embarrassing to do actions that far exceed the safe social distance.

The distance between the two was close to nothing, and two breathing sounds with different rhythms were intertwined. Sui Yuesheng could even feel Tao Fengche's hot breath brushing against his cheeks, blowing the fine hairs on his face, as if startled. The rosin on the strings brings a tremor that reaches the soul.

A tiny electric current was generated from the part where the two people's skin touched, and then flowed into the limbs along the blood, and even the fingertips were slightly numb.The constant pain from the gunshot wound on his right arm suddenly disappeared without a trace at this moment, as if he had been injected with an immediate anesthetic.

Tao Fengche was still crying, his slightly drooping dog eyes were crystal clear with tears, and when he looked at them from such a close distance, the lethality increased exponentially.

Sui Yuesheng pursed his lips unnaturally, his throat was also a little itchy, and he wanted to cough lightly and push it away.

...Tao Fengche is already this old, and to make such an intimate gesture is really too much.

He thought so.

But Tao Fengche, who had been allowing the moon to move like a stone statue, suddenly moved.

Emotions surged in his eyes, and there was an ebb and flow in an instant, and after a while, he made up his mind.

Tao Fengche recklessly but resolutely leaned forward, with an indomitable courage, kissed Sui Yuesheng's lips.

Sui Yuesheng turned his head in panic, so the kiss landed on the corner of his lips.