Mr Killer Next Door

Jiang Yu bandaged the boy's wounded hand, and went up to the sixth floor at his repeated request.Jiang Yu didn't understand his intention of doing this, so the whole corridor looked very dull.

Suddenly, Qiu Shihuan seemed unable to bear the silence between the two of them, and when he was about to reach the stairs, he grabbed the elder by the collar and pulled him back, his blue eyes trembled in Jiang Yu's heart .Then kiss up.

Jiang Yu got an unexpected kiss.

But the lingering this time is different from the past.

The lower lip was licked recklessly and aggressively, Jiang Yu was stunned and could only cooperate and respond.When he was about to taste something from this kiss, Qiu Shihuan pinched his collar even harder, deepening the intimacy that shouldn't have happened.

Hot air puffed on both sides of his cheeks.

The tongue surfaces rub against each other, and the oral mucosa sucks and shrinks each other excitedly.What's in this kiss?Jiang Yu couldn't help stretching out his arms to hug the boy, thinking absently——

He remembered the first time they kissed.

Incomparably savage, incomparably ferocious, almost lost a tongue.

But now there is no more competition between the superiors, no more blood, no more bizarre, no longer implies any deterrence.Qiu Shihuan's emotions are always out of his words, at least much more presumptuous than his lips, the child is unwilling to say anything.Because when he opened his mouth, what he spit out was either lies or threats.

Every time he kissed, he would become like a dimpled kitten, quiet and docile.

have to say.

This kiss that was initiated by the other party, even though it was outrageous and unreasonable, even though it lacked the slightest skill, was firmer than any previous kiss.

The remaining touch between the lips will be pulled away in an instant.

Jiang Yu couldn't help lowering his head—he didn't want everything to end so quickly—then, the elder skillfully bit the boy's lower lip, breaking his all-time reserved and demeanor, almost pushing the other party down. to the wall.

Jiang Yu picked up the unresisting little guy and bit his nose, lips, cheeks, and chin.He doesn't want to let go, he is greedy, he loves.When the lips of both sides were about to wear off a layer of skin, Jiang Yu began to lose his mind again.

Maybe this kiss will never end until dusk fades.

The endless kisses evoked echoes.

After a long time, the lips of the two sides reluctantly parted.

"Uncle." Qiu Shihuan wiped away the wet stains from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, stepped back half a step, his eyes were ambiguous, "I felt good just now."

Jiang Yu didn't say anything.

He fastened the second button of his jacket, and gently wiped away the embarrassment on his lips with the knuckle of his middle finger.

"Why don't you talk?" Qiu Shihuan touched the swollen lips, the pain was negligible, "Uncle, are you worried about something?"

"No."

Jiang Yu tried to withdraw the arm held in the arms of the young man.

He swallowed his Adam's apple, and his breathing became inexplicably heavy.

"Lying—" Qiu Shihuan smiled like a happy little fox, "I know what uncle is thinking. You must think that I lied about many things, right?"

Jiang Yu looked at the lying young man in front of him, and tried his best to maintain restraint.

He did have a lot to learn from Qiu Shihuan.

But what was about to evaporate him at the moment was whether the child's liking was also some kind of lie...or revenge.

"It's useless to escape." Qiu Shihuan interrupted Jiang Yu's train of thought, bent his index finger and tapped the socket of his left eye, "Uncle, I have always been very accurate in seeing people, do you know that your eyes are dodging? Hey, You have been avoiding me. Is what uncle is thinking about related to me?"

This is a rule that is hard to break.

People are always good at hiding themselves when facing strangers or people who are not so close.Once the relationship gets closer, emotions will burst out instinctively, which is difficult to control.

If he was facing his lover, Jiang Yu could only step on this deadly trap and admit defeat.

He avoided Qiu Shihuan's probing gaze.

"Still hiding?" Qiu Shihuan leaned in front of him with a smile on his face, "If you think about it this way, it's actually not difficult to guess what uncle is thinking."

"Finish what you should do." Jiang Yu gritted his teeth, trying to avoid those amazing blue eyes he loved, "We have to hurry up and get out of here before things get serious."

He moved to the sixth floor with a guilty conscience.

And Qiu Shihuan just grabbed the escalator and stood motionless at the stairs.

"Uncle, I know what you want." The boy didn't step forward, but his tone became very flat, "Although it was just a gamble, I knew it just by looking at your reaction. Have you remembered everything? "

Jiang Yu looked weakly at the platform on the upper floor, and he was only a few steps away.

He didn't move on.

"Shihuan, we've met before."

"I know."

"... At that time, I didn't recognize you." Jiang Yu didn't know how to continue, his voice was hoarse, showing a thirst that reached his chest and lungs, "Shihuan, I don't remember anything at that time. My eyes can't see your face, my ears can't distinguish your voice. I even forgot the promise between us."

"Yeah." Qiu Shihuan raised the corners of his mouth and nodded knowingly, "I know."

"I left you alone in the past." Jiang Yu's eyes fell in the shadows, on the young face, he couldn't bear to be numb to such a smile, "Shihuan, you never came out again. You seem to be Trapped in time."

Qiu Shihuan couldn't help laughing.

He stepped forward, pulled Jiang Yu's left hand hanging aside, grabbed the other's wrist and pressed it to his chest.

"Shihuan?"

Jiang Yu looked up at him.

The extremely beautiful blue eyes are like a siren born in blood, tempting him to sink into the bottom of the sea and be smashed to pieces.

"Don't think too much. Uncle, what you feel is what it is. The body will never lie."

"Why do you always beat around the bush? Why can't you just tell me directly."

"Uncle, don't you think?" The unsniffable fragrance lingered on his lips, and the young man said softly, "How can a mouth full of lies say 'love'?"

The rapid beating flows through the chest, through the fingers, through the skin bag and every blood vessel.

It was as if the most sticky and powerful syrup in the world wrapped him up.

devour him.

***

Consistent with Alfonso's last description, on the sixth floor that Qiu Shihuan was familiar with, there was an open door with a bodyguard guarding it.

"Master." The tall man looked at the two of them without showing any form of hostility, but bowed instead, "The president has been waiting for you."

Qiu Shihuan stood in front of the door.

"Why is Dad here?"

The bodyguard didn't look up: "He guessed that you would come here, young master, Mr. Jiang, he has a lot to talk to you about."

"Me?" Jiang Yu pointed at himself in surprise, "I thought he would first find a way to drive me away on such an occasion."

The bodyguard still maintained the standard bowing posture, but he stopped talking.

Jiang Yu pushed open the door helplessly.

A familiar smell of smoke permeated this forgotten office from far to near.The layout of the house is still the same as before it was abandoned. The thick layer of dust on the furniture has been carefully cleaned, and it looks old but not shabby.

Just a desk, empty bookshelves, and a small door leading to a garden porch.

"Shihuan, you're here." Across the desk, Jiang Yu saw the man sitting on a sofa chair, and their eyes met for a moment.Jiang Yu was surprised to find that this guy was much more haggard than the last time he met.After pressing out his cigar in the ashtray full of cigarette butts, Qiu Ang sighed meaningfully, "And you, Officer Jiang."

"Father." Qiu Shihuan looked at the man with a bright smile, "Good evening."

Qiu Ang picked up another cigar unsurprisingly, and cut a sip: "Well, good evening. You are much more polite than before."

Jiang Yu couldn't find the right words to describe his mood at the moment.

"Why are you here?" He looked at the office and quickly found the marks on the wall.This may be the director's office of the Winterhold Orphanage, with several pennants hanging on it.He said in a deep voice, "President Qiu, you should not come to this kind of place."

"But my son is here."

Qiu Ang shook off the cigarette butt, and stared at the two for a long time by the dim light of the fire.The attitude is calm as usual.

"Which son?" Jiang Yu took a deep breath, "Your biological son, or the adopted son whose life you ruined."

"There's no need to make the atmosphere so tense, Officer Jiang." Qiu Ang's expression was blurred by the nicotine, "I know I can't stop the children fighting, I can only accept the status quo. Shihuan, Dad has something to say I want to tell you."

Jiang Yu folded his arms: "Don't I need to avoid it?"

"No need." Qiu Ang laughed dryly. "My son approves of you very much. I can tell that he wants to be with you. If this is his own choice and his resistance to me, I Glad to accept—what do you think, Sehwan."

"Dad, tell me." Qiu Shihuan stared at him expressionlessly, "What is it?"

The cigar twirled clockwise on his fingertips, and Qiu Ang tapped the table uncertainly.

"I want to talk to you about Alfonso from beginning to end."

"I don't like him." Qiu Shihuan refused bluntly, "I don't have any curiosity about him either."

"I know." Qiu Ang sighed, "If I want to explain this to you clearly, he is very important."

Qiu Shihuan stopped talking.

And Qiu Ang also understood that this was a kind of tacit consent.

"When I met Alfonso, I didn't dislike the boy," said the man. "He was a boy of ill-fated fate and a product of impulse. He heard from his mother that he dismantled frogs and disassembled dragonflies into A couple of dollars, and strangled a litter of kittens. I didn't see the need to intervene when he started behaving strangely, and I didn't think I'd have anything to do with an illegitimate child. Until he grew up."

Qiu Ang slowly brushed off the remaining cigarette ash, and he recalled the restlessness between his lips and tongue: "One day, he killed his playmate from childhood to adulthood. I clearly remember the reason that child gave me. He felt... He should have taken that toy, not given it to someone else. I tried to keep this horrible kid out of my life. Unfortunately, I couldn't get away from it."

"He drove his mother to death very quickly. Before committing suicide, the woman sent me a letter asking me to take care of her son. She knew that no one would love her child after she died, as if He shouldn't exist at all. So she threatened me that if she refused, she would make the existence of this illegitimate child public." Qiu Ang laughed, "Alfonso is a child with physical defects, so he seldom irritates people other than himself. Strong people, regardless of gender."

"And then?" Qiu Shihuan listened with gusto, "And then it's my sister's turn?"

"——The appearance of TP-Jessie brought the possibility of controlling Alfonso. She advertised her connections, claiming that as long as she provided 'buckwheat', she would bring me some weak children. They had nothing, and some were beggars , and some are desperate. All this should have been maintained peacefully until your sister appeared. She pierced the dark paper window, and I cannot tolerate this kind of thing happening."

"So Papa let her die."

Qiu Shihuan stated the facts calmly.

"Shihuan." The man swallowed his saliva, his hands froze in the air, "It was also from this moment that, for you, Dad became the object you wanted to escape from. Right?"

Qiu Shihuan didn't speak.

Qiu Ang looked deeply at the silent child and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"—I didn't think about it, the harm is irreparable. Whether it's Mr. Potter, or the court before, I didn't think about it. The thorn was originally stuck in the flesh, give you candy, give you what you want Nothing can remove them."

"Se Hwan, actually the day you called me 'Daddy'. I was happier than having the whole world."

When pushing open the small door of the garden corridor, Qiu Shihuan suddenly felt in a daze.

He paused for a few steps, then walked forward again.

He walked through the garden corridor covered with dead vines, stumbling across the glass path, as if breaking into the white corridor that was about to end again.

At the end of the corridor is an oil painting behind glass.

The man in the suit stood silently in front of the painting, holding the little boy looking around, admiring the ancient collections from centuries ago alone.

Realizing that the other party's attention was all on this incomprehensible painting, the boy holding the teddy bear in one hand suddenly got bolder and shook the man's hand.

"Dad, what's the name of this painting?"

The man looked down.

The broad palm gently stroked the top of the child's hair.

He said with a smile.

"—This is, "Family."