Dream Maker [Rebirth]

With the slender fingers lightly hooking and picking slowly, the melodious sound of the piano flows, sometimes like Guanying's voice, sometimes like a quiet spring, as if a barrier cuts off the beautiful spring sounds outside the house.

The sound of the piano didn't stop for a long time, but Mr. Huo gradually became absent-minded. He first poured a glass of wine and drank it, then looked around for a while, and finally got up and walked towards Song Zhong with his hands behind his back.

After standing beside him, Mr. Huo stood still for a moment, then stretched out his hand and plucked lightly on the strings, and then covered the back of Song Zhong's hand.

Song Zhong froze, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

Master Huo's hand walked up his wrist and forearm until it touched his shoulder, and his fingers gently scratched the side of his neck.

Song Zhong was quiet for a moment, then said: "Is Master Huo too impatient?"

Master Huo leaned over and whispered greasy in his ear: "Isn't that what you teased?"

As he said that, his hand slid down and pinched Song Zhong's belt and pulled it lightly, the skirt of his clothes suddenly fell apart, Song Zhong grabbed his hand and said: "Master Huo is already old, I'm afraid he has more energy than he wants Bar?"

The tone of his words was completely different from just now, with a hint of playfulness and a bit of provocation, which made Mr. Huo feel itchy, and said ambiguously: "I don't have enough strength, so I have to try it to know?"

As he said that, he put his hand on Song Zhong's collar and was about to peel it off, but Song Zhong suddenly got up and took a step back, picked up the torn off shoulder of the shirt, lifted the tip of his left finger holding the paper bag and shook it. Huang: "There's no need to try it, it's better to have something real."

Master Huo narrowed his eyes and said, "What is this?"

"Hehuan San," Song Zhong said, then took the wine glass on the table, opened the paper bag, poured the powder inside into the wine, and handed the glass forward, "Master Huo has never heard of it, right?"

This acacia powder is a commonly used item in brothels to "enjoy the fun". Mr. Huo, an old woman who comes and goes in the flowers, is naturally familiar with it. He just didn't expect that the seemingly gentle boy in front of him would prepare this item, so he couldn't help laughing Said: "I thought you were a good cat, but I didn't expect you to be a glutton?"

Song Zhong didn't answer, but turned the cup in his hand, the meaning was very obvious - do you want to drink?

Master Huo took the cup with a bend of his mouth, raised his head and drank it down, wiped the corner of his mouth out of the bottom of the cup and said, "Satisfied now?"

Song Zhong took the empty cup and put it back on the table, then turned around and walked towards the desk in the back of the room: "The medicine will take a while to take effect, I just prepared something, you go to bed and wait."

Master Huo immediately thought of grease and other things, smiled secretly in his heart, and even doubted whether this so-called Qingguan was a baby, but at this moment, he was about to start, and he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he went to bed and lay down to wait up.

The candles in the room were flickering, and there were occasional coquettish and angry voices outside the room, which were not real to the ears after being blocked by the door.

The room was still mostly quiet, Mr. Huo was lying on the bed happily, listening to Song Zhong's voice with his ears up.

After waiting left and right, he still didn't see him coming, but he could vaguely hear the rustling sound of paper rubbing against each other. Mr. Huo raised his voice and joked, "What's the matter? Playing the piano is not enough, and you still have to recite poems and paint?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his throat was extremely itchy. He wanted to cough twice but couldn't make a sound. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to cover his throat, but he was surprised to find that his arm was so numb that he couldn't move at all. .

He suddenly panicked, opened his mouth in vain to shout, but only made a few breath sounds, like panting!

At this moment, the sound of Song Zhong's footsteps came from the desk.

Mr. Huo hurriedly turned his eyes to look over to let him notice his abnormal state, but unexpectedly, Song Zhong didn't even glance at him when he passed by the bed, and went straight to the wine table, took out a piece of paper and lit any candle on the candle. It burned up and turned into a small spot of light, then picked up the jug on the table, turned around and walked towards the bed.

Mr. Huo took a closer look, and saw that he was holding the jug in his right hand, but he was holding a stack of rice papers in his left hand. He couldn't help wondering: He prepared all these papers after preparing for a long time at the desk?What does he use paper for?

Before he could think about it, Song Zhong had already approached him.

He sat down sideways on the edge of the bed, put the jug and rice paper in his hand in front of him, then raised his eyes to look at Mr. Huo, directly ignoring his opening and closing mouth, and silently met him with a gaze that was as cold as a pool of stagnant water After staring at it for a while, he suddenly said softly, "Master Huo, do you think my face is familiar to you?"

Master Huo first stared at him suspiciously, then stared at him and suddenly gasped!

This face...was actually quite similar to a woman in clothes who used to live in his house. At this moment, the face of the woman in his memory gradually overlapped with the boy in front of him, almost the same!

Seeing his staring eyes, Song Zhong knew that he had remembered it, and said slowly: "They all said - I look very similar to my mother, as good-looking as her, and as coveted as her..."

The tone of the last four words was cold, Master Huo's heart jumped wildly, and a series of memories about the woman flooded into his mind instantly!

Huo's mansion originally had someone in charge of washing and mending clothes, but one of the servants happened to see the woman somewhere else and thought she was very beautiful. After inquiring, he found out that she was a casual worker who went around washing and mending clothes.

Thinking that his master is notoriously lustful, the servant was overjoyed, and hurriedly told him about it.

Master Huo really became interested, and immediately asked the servant to bring her to the mansion, and he was amazed at the first sight, and even promised a high price to make her come to the mansion often to wash clothes.

The first two times, he just took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with her while she was washing her clothes, but the closer he looked, the more beautiful she became, and his heart itch became unbearable, and the third time he couldn't help but began to move her hands and feet intentionally or unintentionally. The woman was quite vigilant, hurriedly said that she was in a hurry and left in a hurry, and then repeatedly refused to ask her.

The unattainable food is always the most greedy, the more Mr. Huo thinks about it, the more unwilling he becomes, and he always wants to find a way to get rid of her.It was at that time that the servant who discovered the woman gave him another idea.

In the following period of time, no one asked the woman to come to wash clothes and mend, because it was rumored that her hands and feet were not clean, and she stole a lot of things while working in Huo's residence.

The woman was wronged in vain, and her livelihood was cut off because of this, so she had to go to Huo's mansion again, and begged Master Huo to come forward to clarify the rumors for her.

Mr. Huo succeeded in his treacherous scheme, but pretended to be very dissatisfied with her previous attitude, and left her in the courtyard for a long time, until the evening, he let her in "magnanimously", telling her that it was not right for the Huo family to come forward to clarify It's difficult, just - wait for him for one night.

The woman immediately turned around sullenly and wanted to leave. Mr. Huo immediately revealed his true colors and grabbed her, dragged her into the room with hugs, regardless of her struggle and resistance, he wanted to fight hard!

Shouts and cries resounded throughout Huo's mansion, but everyone in the mansion pretended to be deaf and dumb, and even some servants gathered in front of the door to listen and snicker.

However, although the woman was small in stature, she was surprisingly strong in resisting death. I don't know how many scratches she left on Master Huo's body. kill her!

Seeing that he couldn't succeed, Master Huo was furious, and directly called several strong men in the mansion to drag her to the firewood room to beat, scold and insult her in turn, and finally dragged her disheveled and bruised out of the mansion, and threw her on the bustling street!

After that, Mr. Huo never saw the woman again, and he didn't care where she went. If the scars on his face were not still there, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a person.

And now...

Master Huo looked at the young man in front of him in horror, and his whole body trembled violently with fear!

"Do you know how my mother died?"

He was obviously asking a question, but Song Zhong didn't seem to need any answer. He leaned over a little closer, and said word by word in a very gentle voice like a whisper: "Jump, well."

After finishing speaking, he straightened up and looked at Master Huo with disdain, and asked, "Do you know what it feels like to jump into a well?"

Master Huo was already terrified at this moment, wishing he could kneel down and beg for mercy immediately, but he could only open his mouth slightly with trembling lips, begging him to let him go with his eyes!

Song Zhong suddenly showed a very cold sneer, which was exactly the same as the reflection in the mirror pool before.

He lowered his head and picked up a sheet from the stack of papers in front of him, and looked up into Master Huo's eyes: "You will know soon."

Under Master Huo's fearful gaze, Song Zhong stretched out his arms very slowly like Ling Chi, and hung the piece of paper over Master Huo inch by inch, and covered his face squarely!

As Master Huo's sight was blocked, Lu Ci could no longer see the situation in front of him, but he knew very clearly what Song Zhong was going to do next.

——Post plus officer.

This is an extreme form of torture, in which layers of thin paper are placed on the human face and wet, causing the person to suffocate little by little like drowning.When the dead paper is dry, the paper will fit the face tightly and shape the face of a person, just like the mask worn by the "Tiaojiaguan" in the opera.

Just now, following Master Huo's memories and seeing his past that was not as good as a beast, Lu Ci only felt that it was not a pity that this person should be hacked to death. He was not surprised that Song Zhong would use this kind of torture to avenge his mother.

At this time, Master Huo's identity has also been revealed - he is the victim in Song Zhong's file, the wealthy businessman who was killed by Song Zhong!

After understanding this, Lu Ci suddenly thought of a question - he didn't see Fu Ling in Song Zhong's hand just now, and he speculated that he hadn't got it yet.However, according to Song Zhong's dossier, Song Zhong was arrested and imprisoned on the spot after the murder was successful, and then he was taken to Xuanjingtai.

That is to say, he will be imprisoned immediately after killing Master Huo, and he will have no chance to go to other places. If he has not obtained Fu Ling at this time, will he get it after he is imprisoned?Or, he actually got it now, but he didn't wear it on his hand?

Before Luci could continue his analysis, the cold liquid was already poured on the paper, and the thin paper was immediately soaked and adhered to the surface. The acrid smell of wine pierced his nose, and his eyes were burned.

When the second piece of paper was put on, the sense of blocked mouth and nose was immediately obvious, and the breathing through the wet paper became rapid and heavy.

All Master Huo's feelings are being experienced simultaneously, as if it is not Master Huo who is being tortured, but himself!

As he breathed heavily, his mind exploded, and he suddenly understood what Jingchi had done to the prisoners.

——Use water as a mirror to reflect your sins!

Jingchi drags the prisoners into the memories of the person they killed before they died, allowing them to witness how they committed the crime and experience the pain, fear and despair of the person killed.

No wonder Luo Hanxin would say that anyone who has experienced the amnesty ceremony will change their minds—just imagine if Song Zhong killed Master Huo without a valid reason, and if he was the one who went to the secret realm, then what he witnessed and experienced at this moment would be "I was killed by myself." How can such a weird and terrifying experience not make people feel heartbroken and regretful?

The third piece of paper was covered, and the sound of the wine pouring down dragged the person into the deep well like a death knell. The wine poured into the seven orifices and was sucked into the lungs, causing a tearing pain!

Amid the severe pain and suffocation that surged up at the same time, Lu Ci suddenly remembered the prisoner who fell straight in the mirror pool, and the floating corpses scattered all over the pool.

—they are all dead.

Could it be that Jingchi not only wanted them to experience the feelings of the victim before death, but also let them die with the victim when their memories ended?

Master Huo's whole body began to tremble and twitch, and he was almost dying, and Lu Ci's mind became chaotic as the suffocation became stronger.

This feeling of dying is no stranger to him, and he was also so dazed before dying in the secret realm.

With the few traces of clarity left, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: Song Zhong, oh Song Zhong, your body really has a long way to go. I've only borrowed it for a few days, but I've been in danger time and time again. Now it seems that I can't keep it anymore, is it really fate to force it all the time?

Suffocation, dizziness.

Darkness, tinnitus.

Lu Ci's thoughts became more and more chaotic.

And just when he was about to lose consciousness, three words suddenly echoed in his ears!

--"Do not take it seriously."

This is the whisper that Ji Wuzhou whispered to him outside the secret place. Lu Ci was puzzled all the way, but at this moment he was suddenly shocked, and he was enlightened in an instant!

Yes, don't take it seriously!

All these pictures and feelings are just a memory, it should never have the power to kill, and the reason why those prisoners died is probably because they have no time to distinguish the truth from the great fear and remorse, and they are convinced of everything they have experienced Undoubtedly, even the feeling of death is believed to be true, and this will cause the real body to die along with the victim's memory!

Just kidding.

Just kidding.

Just kidding.

Lu Ci recited silently in his heart, and it didn't take a moment to realize that the suffocation that was so real just now began to gradually subside, and his consciousness slowly returned to clarity!

It was as if he was slowly detaching from Master Huo's body, and the five senses connected with him began to be disconnected and pulled away little by little.

Gradually go away, go away...

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感谢在2020-11-1121:00:00~2020-11-1516:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 koi;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Yuxi; 12 bottles of Song Changye;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!