[Rebirth] Bone Quest

On the way home, the rain became more and more urgent. The pouring rain rolled the leaves and hit the car window, making a loud bang.

Qiao Yu only brought an umbrella, and he and Cong Rong snuggled together and still got their clothes wet. When they got home, the two of them were drenched like soaked rats, and the water could be squeezed out by twisting their clothes.

Cong Rong took out two towels from the bathroom, put one on his shoulders, and handed the other to Qiao Yu: "It's raining really hard, thank you for bringing me an umbrella, otherwise I must have drowned to death."

Qiao Yu took the towel and wiped her hair, and said with a smile, "With an umbrella, you're still drowned. Why are you more wet than me? Your clothes are sticking to your body, take them off quickly."

Cong Rong smiled and said nothing, just now he almost tilted the entire umbrella to Qiao Yu's side outside, most of his body was drenched outside, of course his whole body is covered with water now, but luckily Ye Xing was not exposed to the rain, Otherwise, with his thin body, he would have to catch a cold.

Thinking of this, Cong Rong raised his head, but his eyes were attracted by the scene in front of him, and his nosebleed almost burst out.

Qiao Yu didn't seem to realize what he was doing at all, and took off his clothes on his own. When the T-shirt was dragged halfway, the zipper on it got stuck in his hair, and he couldn't put it on or take it off. Covered in the clothes, the part from the chest to the waistline is all exposed, and the smooth skin is permeated with moisture, like a piece of uncut white marble.

The two bright red dots on the chest were faintly visible under the clothes, and the small ones shrank and stood upright when encountering the outside air.There was a red hickey on his narrow waist, which Cong Rong secretly branded while he was asleep the day before yesterday.

A circle of white underwear was exposed on the buttocks, and against the print of the brown pants, there was a sense of ascetic beauty.

Qiao Yu was so embarrassed that he was dying of embarrassment, his face was covered by his clothes and he couldn't see outside. He knew that Cong Rong was watching the fun right in front of him, but he couldn't bear to ask him for help. His appearance directly aroused Cong Rong's anger.

Cong Rong felt that his throat was getting dry and itchy, and even his breathing was a little short. These days, everyone has been working overtime for the case. Although he and Qiao Yu are together every day, they have no time to make out. Now seeing this lively look Looking at the picture, I can't wait to pounce on it and turn into a wolf.

He turned his eyes away fiercely, walked over to help Qiao Yu untie the stuck place, and then carefully helped him put down his clothes, but he never dared to touch Qiao Yu's skin with his fingers, for fear that he couldn't help it.

Qiao Yu's ears turned red from embarrassment, how could he do such a shameful thing, how old is he, and his clothes can't be taken off easily, thinking of these, Qiao Yu wished to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

He raised his eyes to look at Cong Rong, and said falteringly, "That... I didn't expect to get stuck... Uh... Thank you."

Cong Rong turned his head away from him, his face seemed to be holding back something, Qiao Yu thought he was uncomfortable, and leaned forward a few steps to speak, when Cong Rong suddenly said, "Don't come here, go take a shower quickly."

Qiao Yu didn't understand why he glanced at him, but suddenly glanced at the obvious bulge under Cong Rong's trousers, and he reacted immediately, his face flushed as if on fire.

"Uh... I, that... I'm going to take a shower first." As he spoke, he ran into the bathroom as if his feet were thorns.

Cong Rong let out a long sigh of relief. If Qiao Yu still leaned over like just now, he really didn't know what he would do. He was not a saint, so he would definitely be excited when he saw someone he liked, but he didn't want Qiao Yu to feel that Two people are together for this kind of thing.

But he, Cong Rong, is also a normal man. Being Liu Xiahui was really painful. He looked down at his little brother, and sighed: "Be patient, don't move around, just stand at attention and salute me."

He took off the wet clothes on his body, revealing his honey-colored strong chest, and walked to the bedroom with the towel, but saw the plastic bag Qiao Yu left at the door.

"What is this?" Cong Rong curiously opened the bag and looked, there was a purple drop-shaped pendant and a black CD case inside.

"Where did he get these things? They don't look like they're new. I haven't seen him use them before."

Cong Rong put his things away talking to himself, went into the bedroom and took out some dry clothes to change in a while, but accidentally knocked the things in the bag, and the black CD hit the ground and broke in two. The disc inside rolled a few times on the ground and stopped not far away.

Cong Rong scratched his head and hurriedly picked it up, "Fortunately, it didn't break. Ye Xing would have strangled me if he had broken his things."

He looked at the CD, and there was nothing on it except the letters "GH", and there was no track introduction on the box. He couldn't help being curious, what was in this thing? Could it be that GH is the abbreviation of which singer's name?

Thinking of this, he turned on the computer in the bedroom, put the CD in, the black CD was swallowed by the CD drive, the screen jumped out of the player, and then the melodious prelude came out from the speakers.

This is a slow song with a long prelude, and each note seems to float lazily with sleepiness, making people unable to help but relax and listen quietly.

Cong Rong raised the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect that the songs on this CD were light music, which would relieve the tension of dealing with the case these days. He smiled softly, turned the speakers to the maximum, and went to the kitchen to cook with a towel.

The soft and low-pitched music is very coordinated with the sound of splashing water in the bathroom. After a long prelude, a singing finally sounded. A low and hoarse voice hummed something. The erratic feeling was like looking at people through frosted glass. Everything is covered with a layer of veil, ethereal and not like the world.

Cong Rong always felt that this song was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

I don't know why my head suddenly feels dizzy, as if someone has poured glue into it to bind all the nerves together, I don't have any strength in my body, and even a strange sense of oppression rises in my chest, forcing me to He is getting more and more irritable.

The kitchen knife in his hand gradually became uncontrollable, and he always wanted to cut something to relieve it.

At this time, the image of being bullied in the orphanage when he was a child flashed through his head. The curse words and the stones thrown at him pierced his chest like needles, and bursts of anger surged in his heart.

Cong Rong put down the knife, picked up water and splashed it on his face, closed his eyes and tried hard to think about something happy, the pain gradually eased a lot.

The deep and magnetic male voice is still singing, and the ethereal voice is like the Gita reverberating in the church, looking down on all the people listening, provoking the most fanatical and bloody side of my heart.

The bathroom door opened, and Qiao Yu came out wearing a big shirt. He was wiping his hair with a towel and had just walked into the living room when he heard singing.

Why did this guy Cong Rong suddenly listen to the song? I have never seen him listen to the song before.Qiao Yu raised the corner of his mouth and said towards the direction of the bedroom: "Cong Rong, are you in the bedroom? Come out quickly, I have something to tell you."

As he said that, he turned and walked to the door, but found that the plastic bag with the black CD was gone. He was startled suddenly, and asked eagerly, "Cong Rong, did you move the bag I brought back?"

The misty singing became louder and louder, and accompanied by the sound of the cello lingering in the living room, Qiao Yu was afraid that something might happen to Cong Rong, and just wanted to turn around to look for him, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The position of the chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, kneading and beating crazily, and the feeling of suffocation came to the face. This tearing pain was very similar to that after hearing Wang Xiaojuan's cell phone ringing in the elevator before. a feeling of.

Qiao Yu covered his chest, gasping for breath while leaning against the wall, his head was buzzing, and countless memories of killings in his previous life flashed before his eyes. The bloody and brutal images suddenly ignited the crazy factor in his body, and his sanity became blurred stand up.

Cong Rong had just regained his senses when he heard Qiao Yu's roar in the living room. He stumbled and ran to the living room, and saw Qiao Yu beating the tables, chairs and benches madly as if possessed by a demon.

"Yexing! Calm down!" Cong Rong ran to hug the crazy Qiao Yu, but was pushed to the ground hard.

Qiao Yu's body suddenly exploded with unprecedented strength, and he overturned the cabinet in the living room, and the vase on it fell down, and the fragments slashed across his cheeks, and blood flowed out, but he didn't seem to feel it. As if in pain, he continued to frantically destroy everything in front of him.

Cong Rong got up, threw himself behind him fiercely, locked him tightly with his arms, and shouted: "Yexing! Be sober, don't deliberately think about those painful things! Relax! Did you hear that!"

"Go away!"

Qiao Yu screamed, bent his elbows and pressed Cong Rong's chest, turned around and kicked him again, Cong Rong was not prepared to fall all at once, the debris on the ground pierced his arm, and blood gushed out Come out and drip on the light colored marble tiles.

Qiao Yu raised the corners of his mouth and sneered, "I hate other people interfering in my affairs the most. Since you have so many things, you might as well die."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of broken porcelain and hit Cong Rong's neck. Cong Rong flinched suddenly, and the sharp piece of porcelain almost grazed his aorta. He lays down the killer.

"Are you crazy? Stop it! Ye Xing, don't be confused, look into my eyes!" Cong Rong rushed forward desperately, and hugged the red-eyed Qiao Yu again.

Qiao Yu raised the tile and was about to make a move, but his eyes were fixed by Cong Rong's persistent eyes. He doesn't know who he is now, he just wants to kill people, and he gets excited when he sees blood, but Cong Rong's eyes are unexpectedly He felt familiar.

Seeing that Qiao Yu was obviously loose, Cong Rong breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off Qiao Yu's face, and said in a low voice, "Are you sober? Then listen to me, the CD you brought back has Question! This thing..."

Before the words were finished, the singing voice in the speaker suddenly rose, and the whole song entered the most gaochao. The man who sang was humming loudly with an ecstatic smile. Every note seemed to be given life. touching the eardrums of the audience, making the blood boil.

Qiao Yu's eyes flashed gloomily, staring at Cong Rong's wounded blood, he smiled evilly, "I'm awake, so I know you won't survive tonight!"

He took the tile and attacked Cong Rong. He was so fast that it was impossible to see how he made the move. The man had already flashed in front of Cong Rong.

Cong Rong couldn't dodge, but he couldn't hurt Qiao Yu. In the end, he let out a low growl, pulled and pulled Qiao Yu with his backhand, and pinned Qiao Yu to the ground.

Qiao Yu screamed and struggled: "Let go of me! I'm going to kill you!"

Cong Rong gritted his teeth and wrapped his hands around Qiao Yu's arms, "If this can calm you down, then I will not hesitate..."

As he spoke, he kissed Qiao Yu's lips fiercely.

"Well!"

Qiao snorted depressingly, raised his legs and struggled violently, Cong Rong used a lot of strength to restrain him, the wound was torn open, and a strong smell of blood came over his face.

"Hey, Ye Xing, calm down... good..." Cong Rong hugged him tightly, stroking his chest with both hands.

"Hmm... let go..."

Qiao Yu's head seemed to be filled with countless bugs, beating and struggling to crack his skull, he raised his head and met Cong Rong's eyes.

For a moment, Cong Rong's eyes overlapped with Xi Sen's. In a whirl, Xi Sen's treacherous smile flooded into his eardrums, mixed with the ethereal singing, making him seem to have returned to the secret room where he was once imprisoned.

In the dark room that never sees the light of day, there are cruel punishments, whips soaked in salt water, poisonous snakes with sharp fangs, and soldering irons that are always smoking...

Qiao Yu screamed, tears welled up in his eyes, he covered his ears with his hands and moaned in pain: "Father... let me go! I beg you father!... Father!"

Cong Rong froze suddenly. He stood up and looked at Qiao Yu incredulously, "Ye Xing, who is the adoptive father you are talking about? What did you think of? Ye Xing!"

Qiao Yu's body curled up like a leaf falling in the wind. The white shirt was torn off due to the struggle, revealing her white chest. The two blushes on her chest also shivered, "I'm not Ye Xing! Don't call me Ye Xing!"

Cong Rong's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face turned pale all of a sudden. What was Ye Xing thinking, and why was he in such pain?Who is the adoptive father in his mouth?