boyfriend picked up from the sewer

When Lin Yanzhi came out of the bedroom, there was already a bright moon hanging high outside the window, and more than half of the lights in Wanjia were extinguished.

Qin Wu hurriedly stood up from the sofa, with a chubby little pillow around his arms, which looked familiar, like the one that Lin Yanzhi was sleeping on not long ago.

"Academician Lin, you're awake."

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Lin Yanzhi's voice was a little hoarse, his loose collar was wrinkled from sleeping, and he could faintly see a well-shaped collarbone as he walked.

Seeing him take a bottle of soda water that was still steaming from the refrigerator, Qin Wu hurriedly said: "Academician Lin, there is hot water in the thermos, let me pour you a cup."

What answered him was the sound of air flow after the cap of the soda bottle was unscrewed.

"Academician Lin, the injury on your hand—"

"You should go."

Looking at the red, swollen and bleeding wound on his right hand, Qin Wu's heart felt tight, his atrium seemed to be pinched by a hand, and he felt a little depressed, "Why don't I ask Wu Hai to come in and ask him to help you wrap up the wound?" .”

Lin Yanzhi didn't say yes or no, he lowered his head and drank the soda water one after another, letting the cold air bubbles jump up and down in his empty stomach.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Qin Wu boldly took it as an acquiescence, and then without daring to delay for a moment, he walked towards the door.

"When you come tomorrow, bring me a butyrophenone-type nerve blocker that is enough for an adult for a month."

Qin Wu was overjoyed at first when he heard the words, but then he was stunned again.

"Nerve blockers? What do you want them for?"

"Headache."

Lin Yanzhi put down the water bottle and replied indifferently.

Qin Wu was suspicious and wanted to ask again, before he could open his mouth, he heard him continue: "I don't have the ingredients for making sweet porridge here, remember to bring them here."

Qin Wu blushed, and hurriedly nodded in response.

"Okay! Well, if possible, I will cook a few more dishes for you, or make some pasta, like steamed buns and rolls. You can freeze them when you make more, and you can steam them later and eat them gone."

"It's too late, you should go."

The same sentence "You should go", but now Qin Wu felt warm in his heart, said goodnight to Lin Yanzhi, and then walked towards the door.

"Cushions."

"what?"

Lin Yanzhi raised his finger and pointed to the object he was holding tightly in his arms.

Qin Wu blinked, looked down, his face turned red, and hurriedly trotted to put it back on the sofa.

"Why, do you want to bring some souvenirs back before you leave?" Lin Yanzhi looked at Qin Wu with a half-smile.

"No, that, good night Academician Lin."

"Take a good rest and see you tomorrow."

Qin Wutong blushed and walked out quickly, forgetting to close the half-open door.

Inside the room, the curve of Lin Yanzhi's mouth disappeared.He looked in the direction of the entrance with an unclear expression, and suddenly there was a roar like a wild animal from the cabinet where the clothes were hung.

The sound is not loud, and it sounds a little distorted at first glance.

Listening to it in the next second, everything returned to calm again, and the slight strange sound just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Lin Yanzhi picked up the TV remote control, and the night news host filled the empty living room with Mandarin with a Jinghua accent, creating a false excitement with his overly passionate voice.

"Buck, buckle, buckle—"

The attendant Wu Hai knocked on the half-hidden door and waited for a response before pushing the door open and going in.

"Academician Lin, that researcher surnamed Qin said that your wound needs to be repacked?"

Inside the house, a slender but slightly thin figure leaned against the window.Lin Yanzhi looked at the night sky intently through the glass.

The moon and stars are thin tonight,

It's a good time to light the way home.

Brother, you should come back.

In the guest bedroom, Hei Ying watched Wu Hai re-sterilize and bandage his wound through the crack of the door, and his curled up heart relaxed a little.

【Xiaoyan is using Qin Wu. 】

【Nerve blocker—】

[Isn't that the antipsychotic drug used to treat schizophrenia and mania? 】

[What does Xiaoyan want this for?It's enough for a month's supply. 】

【eat by yourself?wrong--】

Zhan Feng looked at the wardrobe at the entrance, the strange movement just now was definitely not his illusion.

*****

The black shadow hides in a corner where the sun does not shine. From time to time, it crawls forward along the cracks in the wall, and then retreats after walking out a meter, vividly interpreting the words "restless".

Five days had passed since Qin Wu delivered the nerve blocker, and Lin Yanzhi spent most of the day in the basement.

Zhan Feng tried to find other ways to enter the basement besides the secret door.However, he walked around the sewer system of the house for several days, but he couldn't find any pipes leading to the basement, let alone the necessary vents.

In other words, this basement is completely isolated from the outside world, and it is likely that even the most basic air and water cannot communicate with each other.

The special metal partition was not only used on the secret door, but also wrapped the entire basement, isolating all signals and detections.

From the current point of view, the only way to the basement is the well-fitted secret door.

Although it was said that the calls were made every hour, in fact Wu Hai's call intervals were not fixed, but Lin Yanzhi could always come out of the basement within three rings after the phone rang.

If Zhanfeng's guess is correct, Xiaoyan might be monitoring Wu Hai's every move in some way, or more simply, monitoring himself or his cell phone.

But what worries Zhan Feng the most is not what Lin Yanzhi is doing in the basement, but his state in the past few days.

After five days in a row, Lin Yanzhi spent very little time on eating and sleeping, but he didn't feel tired at all, and remained in a highly excited state for a long time.

Zhan Feng always felt that he was eagerly looking forward to, or waiting for something.

For a person with antisocial personality disorder, this can be said to be a dangerous emotion.

This danger is not only for others, but also for Lin Yanzhi himself.In this situation, he seems to be walking on the verge of losing control. One step to the left is hell, and one step to the right is still hell.

"Jingle Bell--"

【one. 】

"Jingle Bell--"

【two. 】

"Jingle Bell--"

【three. 】

Zhan Feng counted silently in his heart.

After three rings, the ear-piercing bell was still ringing tirelessly, but there was no movement at the other end of the porch.

About half a minute later, the lit phone screen gradually dimmed.

Zhan Feng seemed to be able to see Wu Hai opening the car door and walking quickly across the road.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone, which had been quiet for less than ten seconds, rang dutifully again.Outside the house separated by a wall, Wu Hai reached out to take off the spare key hanging around his neck while talking on the phone.

"Hey."

Wu Hai was stunned for a moment, the key inserted in the door lock was only half turned.

"say."

There seemed to be something wrong with Lin Yanzhi's voice, but Wu Hai couldn't tell what was wrong for a moment.

He tentatively asked, "Academician Lin, are you busy? Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

As a special soldier who considers himself qualified, Wu Hai is not the kind of person who would allow doubts to breed but do nothing.While chatting with Lin Yanzhi in a natural tone, he carefully unlocked the door.

"Ah."

Lin Yanzhi gave a low laugh, as if a magnet was installed in his throat, his hoarse voice attracted the weak current from the other end of the phone, "Busy? Of course I'm busy, what do you sound like I'm doing?"

Before Wu Hai could react, it was as if Lin Yanzhi had put the microphone to his lips, and the sound of some messy breathing penetrated into the depths of his cochlea through the receiver, bringing out bursts of annoying itch.

Wu Hai subconsciously quickly took the phone away.

Lin Yanzhi's breathing became more and more intense, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to hear clearly.

After a while, he probably had enough fun. He breathed slowly, and said with a low laugh: "I'm busy flying the plane. This plane is big and durable, and it will take a long time to fly well."

The movement of Wu Hai to open the door froze, and the expression on his face showed a bit of indescribable embarrassment.If he still doesn't understand what Lin Yanzhi is talking about at this moment, the army for so many years will be in vain.

"The co-pilot seat on the plane is still empty, are you interested in coming in together?"

"Ahem, well, I'm an army soldier, and I'm afraid of heights, so you should drive it yourself. You can drive it well, and drive it well."

Lin Yanzhi's words are an invitation to others, but to Wu Hai, it's like a big bad wolf coming to find a little white sheep for a party, and it's definitely a malicious intention.

He talked nonsense, took the key and fled back to the car.Sitting in the driver's seat, Wu Hai shivered greatly, and then poured several mouthfuls of hot water in succession before he regained his composure.

"My dear mother, what the hell is this?"

Inside the house, Lin Yanzhi watched Wu Hai return to the car through the gauze curtain, and dark red blood trickled down the phone screen onto the floor.

The bright red footprints stretched from the secret door all the way to the entrance, most of the pure white home clothes were stained red with blood, and his hand holding the phone was shaking.

The conversation just now consumed most of his strength, Lin Yanzhi's eyes were a little dark, he staggered back two steps, his back hit the wall heavily, and made a muffled "boom".

He looked down at the blood on his body, his light gray eyes reflected a dazzling bright red, and his body slowly slid along the wall to the ground.

"why?"

"There must be something wrong..."

"No, I can't be wrong!"

"No... I will be wrong, I will be wrong..."

The moment Zhan Feng saw Lin Yanzhi coming out, he lost his composure and rushed over without thinking.But as soon as he got to the door, he quickly realized that those bloodstains were not Lin Yanzhi's.

Not to mention that there is no way for ordinary people to survive with such a large amount of bleeding, and the taste and color of the blood are also somewhat weird.

If you want to describe it, it smells like pig iron that has sunk in the bottom of the sea. After being corroded by salt for many years, it is suddenly fished out of the water. The fishy, ​​salty and rusty smell slowly evaporates, giving it a strong sense of presence.

The color is also much darker than normal blood.Zhan Feng had only seen such a deep and thick red in an old man who was suffering from serious cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and was about to pass away.

But even if the blood didn't belong to Lin Yanzhi, his current state made Zhan Feng's heart sink to the bottom.

The blood-stained mobile phone fell to the side. Lin Yanzhi put his arms around his knees, but such a man with long hands and legs shrank himself into a ball and hid in the corner of the wall.His thin body trembled violently, the magnitude of which could be seen clearly from several meters away.

"I was wrong... Brother... Am I wrong?"

"elder brother……"

"I was wrong...brother..."

Zhan Feng couldn't hold back anymore, he had never seen Lin Yanzhi like this before.

This kind of fragility is so weak that it seems that one more minute, one more second, a little more, a little more, and he will collapse.

[Small words——]

He was obviously no longer a human being, so how could his heart still hurt so badly, so badly that Zhan Feng couldn't remember why he hid himself, and why he didn't dare to see him.

Those reasons that were originally obvious became insignificant at this moment.Zhan Feng only knew that this person in front of him, who was more important than his life, was so sad right now, so sad that he was about to suffocate.

The shadow hiding in the shadows crawled forward.

The midday sun shines into the house through the gap, erecting an invisible wall between the two, and also dividing the not-so-spacious entrance into two.

One side is dark, and the other side is still dark.

Only the high wall made of light in the middle is shining brightly.

Lin Yanzhi put his hands on the ground and stood up with some difficulty.Just less than half a meter away from him, Hei Ying paused and retreated silently.

Lin Yanzhi's expression was too calm, as if the scene of losing control just now had never happened.The secret door hidden in the closet slowly closed, and he walked towards the bathroom with some unsteady steps.

The plush carpets in the living room were all removed after the unfortunate "bathroom mirror incident", and the new custom-made ones have not yet arrived. The marble floor tiles that have been buried have finally seen the light of day. Unexpectedly, they have not escaped The fate of being "bloodbathed".

In the bathroom, Lin Yanzhi tirelessly rinsed his blood-stained hands repeatedly, scraping away the blood scabs hidden between his nails little by little, and the pink blood flowed down the pipe into the ground.

The loose cuffs were rolled up by him, and the five slender wounds on the elbows that looked like scratches were particularly eye-catching against the excessively fair skin.

After the bloody clothes were shredded and mixed with clean water, they were stuffed into the cooking machine. They were instantly turned into a slurry, and disappeared into the sea with the sound of the toilet being flushed.

The wet blood on the floor was easily wiped off with a towel soaked in lemon juice.

After a while, a few towels followed in the footsteps of the clothes.

The fresh air system quickly dilutes and discharges the somewhat pungent lemon aroma.Half a quarter of an hour later, there was only a faint aftertaste left in the house, and it even smelled a bit refreshing.

The newly wiped mobile phone was also put back intact on the small table in the entrance.After taking a shower, Lin Yanzhi fetched the charging cable and connected the phone which was on the verge of shutting down.

As soon as he turned around and walked away, the familiar ringtone came from the other end of the phone.

"Academician Lin, are you asleep?"

"you guess."

"Hey, then you have a good rest."

The routine "post check" made this day seem as ordinary as every other day in the past. Lin Yanzhi's tone and voice were so natural that even Wu Hai, who was a scout, couldn't detect anything unusual.

After hanging up the phone, he slowly took apart the expensive cooking machine and cleaned it bit by bit.

A dozen brightly colored, plump lemons were still piled in the sink.Lin Yanzhi patiently washed the lemons one by one and made it into juice, and picked out a good-looking cup as a container for it.

The aroma of lemon juice drifted away in a short while, and mixed with the original taste, and the rusty smell, which was almost undetectable, was completely covered up.

There is also a reasonable explanation for the unique aftertaste of lemons in the house and the "corpses" of lemons in the trash can.

Lin Yanzhi walked around the dining table and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

Just two steps away, he suddenly flickered.

Zhan Feng said inwardly that he was not good, and rushed out from the side sleeper where he was hiding.

[Xiaoyan——! 】