My Professor Shen

Shen Ming's wrists were in shackles, and there was a faint metallic luster under the incandescent light.

The narrow windows frame the vast blue sky, and the breeze blows a melodious bird song, the light and shadow are swaying, and the face of the crooked figure on the opposite side cannot be seen clearly.

The prison guard locked Shen Ming on the seat, greeted Shen Qingchuan and retreated, staring at the monitor without blinking.

Silence brewed between the two, metal clanging on the armrest.

After a long time, Shen Ming slowly raised his eyes from the shadows, revealing those gloomy eyes, with a hoarse voice, "Sister..."

Shen Qingchuan frowned slightly for a name he hadn't heard for a long time, and replied as always, "Don't call me sister."

The distance between the two was no more than five meters, so close that he could clearly see the subtle expression changes on Shen Qingchuan's face.

"I want to call." He puckered the corners of his mouth, and there was a bit of joy on his unshaven face.

Shen Qingchuan had a panoramic view of his emotional changes, and cursed secretly in his heart that he was sick.

According to regulations, his hair was shaved into a short cut, without the cover of bangs, there were shallow scars all over his forehead, alopecia areata appeared on his temples, and uneven scars could be vaguely seen.

Although Shen Qingchuan didn't like this younger brother who came out of nowhere, he had to admit that he used to be a sunny boy who loved fitness and basketball.

Shen Ming looked behind her, there was no one there, the tip of his tongue touched the palate, he shrugged, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Just my sister? Where's your little follower?"

Hearing him mention Jiang Ling, Shen Qingchuan was sitting upright, looking at him with guarded and warning eyes, "It has nothing to do with you, you'd better not have any wrong thoughts."

Shen Ming didn't care about the cold tone, he waved his hands, the white wall was bright and shadowy, "Sister is so nervous, I'm just a cripple with no strength to restrain a chicken."

Shen Qingchuan did not let down his vigilance because of the joke in his words, and naturally missed the flash of loneliness in the similar peach blossom eyes.

Shen Ming didn't seem to cherish the visitation opportunity he fought so hard for.

"Has sister eaten yet?" He smiled like an innocent big boy, not a reckless executioner.

Shen Qingchuan glanced at him coldly, choosing to ignore the boring question.

"Then I'll eat it as my sister." He wasn't angry, and muttered to himself, not like a scheming mastermind behind the scenes.

He was lying on the table, his skinny cheeks flushed, "How did sister come here? Did you drive by yourself or Ah San sent you?"

Shen Qingchuan stared at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Shen Ming was very excited, and asked the parents about their affairs.

After talking to himself for 10 minutes, he licked his dry lips, and pulled off a piece of dead skin neatly along the lines. In an instant, blood gushed, and the tip of his tongue tasted a sweet smell. Shen Ming's expression was surprisingly enjoyable .

He swallowed his saliva to moisten his throat, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face, "Sister is planning to have sex with Jiang Ling..."

Shen Qingchuan interrupted him, with dark clouds covering his brows and eyes, he said sharply: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Although he used interrogative sentences, the words he spit out were sure that he would trip him up again.

The corners of Shen Ming's lips stiffened slightly, but his face quickly returned to calm, "Let's chat."

Shen Qingchuan smiled ironically, not wanting to waste time with him, "I'm leaving."

Shen Ming looked at her back with a dazed expression, pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth, his eyes sparkled, and he had a pure and innocent smile.

The iron door between the grids has been repainted with a layer of green paint, and the door handle is a bit rough, and a pungent formaldehyde smell can be smelled when you get close.

The outside looks brand new, but the inside is still rusty.

Shen Ming closed his eyes, raised his head again, with that arrogant and conceited look again, "Don't you want to know who he is!"

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, withdrew his hand, turned around and sat down.

Shen Ming grinned presumptuously, and the laughter was mixed with indistinct murmurs, which made the prison guards in the monitoring room next door couldn't help but dig their ears.

The mood switches quickly, as if the dual personality is pulling on itself.

"Is there something wrong with him?" The prison guard nodded to his colleague.

The colleague shook the goosebumps all over his body, "If he is normal, he can still be a murderer."

Shen Ming wiped away the tears forced out by the smile, raised his eyes to look at Shen Qingchuan, his eyes were stern, "You can't find him, because he's already, dead."

His tone rose slightly, and his pupils dilated with excitement.

Shen Qingchuan's throat moved slightly, and he said affirmatively, "No, he didn't."

"Sister." The corners of Shen Ming's eyes were red, dense red blood clinging to the white eyeballs, "Do you know what human flesh tastes like?"

This sentence made everyone tremble.

Shen Qingchuan squinted his eyes, and silently moved back two steps.

Veins appeared on Shen Ming's neck, his eyelids drooped, and his long eyelashes blocked the light in his eyes, "Tsk tsk tsk, old bastard with no strength, I cut his trachea with a knife, he is like a maggot They also struggled and begged for mercy in front of me."

His eyes were bloodthirsty and indifferent, revealing a shocking hatred.

Shen Qingchuan suppressed the chill that gradually rose on his back, his red lips parted slightly, "And then?"

Shen Ming sneered, "Then? Heh, then I cut open his stomach with my own hands, fed the intestines to the dogs, gouged out his eyeballs, and fed them to the fish."

As if that wasn't enough, he licked his lips, dancing and gesticulating as if he was at the scene.

As his narration deepened, the prison guards seemed to be able to feel the smell of blood coming towards them.

Shen Ming laughed heartily, his voice was a bit hoarse, he smacked his lips as if trying to remember, "The meat of the old stuff is not tasty, it stinks, you can't chew it."

After he finished speaking, his face became even more smug.

"Ugh—" the prison guard turned pale and retched while covering his mouth.

Shen Qingchuan stood up without changing his face, and walked to the nearest place where activities were allowed, "Is it enough?"

Shen Ming's eyes were slightly startled, and he said coldly: "I didn't make it up." He wished he could drink his blood and eat his flesh, or make his life worse than death.

"Let's not talk about whether you, a cripple, can beat a healthy person. Even if you win by chance, how can you dispose of the corpse with your own hands." Shen Qingchuan paced in front of him.

"He is dead! I killed him with my own hands!" Shen Ming looked a little crazy, the handcuffs made a few dents on the table, and the roar directly penetrated the wall.

"Brother." Shen Qingchuan suddenly called him.

Shen Ming swallowed, with a dazed expression, his body reacted before his thoughts, and nodded.

"Actually, you have been hinting to me from the beginning to the end." Shen Qingchuan caught a glimpse of his limbs stiffening for a moment, and there were faint sweat beads on his forehead.

He turned his stiff neck mechanically, staring at Shen Qingchuan in astonishment.

Shen Qingchuan pressed his fingertips to his forehead, and conjectured from the bottom of his heart, "After the first car accident, you installed the pinhole camera in the ward." And the camera is connected to the Internet, and the purpose is obvious.

It didn't take long for things to happen, as if in front of you.

"Crack!" Shen Yuan's face was ashen, and the confidant behind him watched the scene of confrontation between father and son and fell silent.

The trees on the back mountain are lush and lush, only a tree-lined path has been opened up, and almost no pedestrians pass by in the private area.

Shen Ming tilted his head, the palm print on his left face was striking.

Shen Yuan snorted coldly, "Idiot, you dare to show such blatant things."

Shen Ming's temple was hit with light red marks by the pinhole camera. He lowered his head, looked gloomy, and clenched his hands under the thin blanket into fists.

"Others will find Shen's house along the network cable." Shen Yuan crushed his foot hard, and the camera sank into the mud, covered by quietly falling leaves.

Shen Ming gritted his teeth and said respectfully, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Shen Yuan tightly grasped his unconscious calf, and said contemptuously: "Useless trash, it hasn't moved for so long."

He is infertile, and Shen Ming is paralyzed and disabled. He needs a newborn to continue his hope.

What he didn't know was that Shen Ming took the initiative to perform a ligation.

The corner of Shen Ming's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile, and he said calmly, "I will work hard."

I'm afraid Shen Yuan doesn't know until now that he will always have no successor.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes were sharp, "Ah□□ Intrusion, I only found out that the IP address is near Shen's house. It just so happened that I didn't get along with Shen Li, so I subconsciously thought that it was him who was monitoring me, and didn't think much about it."

The palms hidden under the table trembled slightly, Shen Ming said casually: "So what."

If you want to talk, you have to let the other party take off their guard.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes flickered slightly, she stroked his head through the air, and said softly: "Does it hurt?"

The subtle air fluctuations seemed to carry an exciting temperature, Shen Ming hurriedly lowered his head to cover the glaring scar, and said stubbornly: "It doesn't hurt."

Shen Qingchuan leaned forward, and sighed unobtrusively, "Then can I pretend to be sentimental and think that the pursuit in the alley is because you took the initiative to release the water."

Her tone was too gentle, even though she knew she was plotting, Shen Ming still chose to perish.

The night before the plan was implemented, the father and son met again in the back mountain.

"Dad, you came to me." Shen Ming said, the disdain and resentment in his eyes were hidden in the dark night.

"Have you made all the arrangements?" Shen Yuan had his hands behind his back, the lights of thousands of houses under the mountain were dotted with lights, and the pride of being king in the world lingered in his chest.

Shen Ming nodded, and realized that he couldn't see again, so he said loudly: "Yes, make sure everything is safe."

Shen Yuan patted him on the shoulder, "I want to hear the details."

Shen Ming sideways dodges, lures Wang Mingli away from Jiang Ling, and then Ah Wu will reveal all his plans to kill Shen Qingchuan with one blow.

He narrated like a machine, Shen Ming squinted his eyes, knowing that he was still angry with him, and the estrangement between father and son would not disappear for a while.

He said earnestly: "Father knows that you hate me, but I did this all for you, and I am also a child of the Shen family. Why should Shen Li be so beautiful, but I will be like a rat in a stinky ditch Hiding in Tibet!"

It's these rhetoric again, these years, Shen Ming is almost able to recite it backwards.

"These will be yours from now on."

When Shen Ming returned to the house that was confined, it was as if a heavy stone was pressed against his heart.

This time, his dear father still didn't know that he temporarily switched the tasks of Wang Mingli and A Wu, and he never cared about Jiang Ling's life or death.

Although he also hated the father and daughter Shen Li and Shen Qingchuan, everyone in the Shen family could bear the blame for his current appearance of being neither human nor ghost, but he subconsciously didn't want Shen Qingchuan to die.

He persuaded himself: I just don't want Shen Yuan to get what he wants.

So, on the second day of the mission, Ah Wen asked him, "Why did the young master ask Wang Mingli to deal with Shen Qingchuan, and why can't the young master ask Ah Wu to go directly?"

In the photo, Shen Qingchuan's face was pale, his hands were hanging limply by his sides, his fingertips were bright red, and the pool of blood on the ground was bright red.

Shen Ming pressed his heart, but he couldn't tell whether he felt uncomfortable or happy, or whether his emotions were intertwined.

He Ming cast a sideways glance at Ah Wen, pretending to be deep and said: "Murdering, you idiot."