How to cough up blood

Ji Zhisheng didn't see the message Xi Jin sent him, he wasn't home at all.

This afternoon, after Xi Jin was called away by Qin Yan, he went to the Pan Dian motorcycle competition venue.

The motorcycle race on the top of the plate is a place that many young people like to play. It is lively and exciting, and people are injured almost every day. It is a good place to play handsome and die.

Ji Zhisheng has been wandering here for several hours now, stuffing money into the registration area for tonight's competition.

His gentle and handsome appearance is very deceptive, a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, and abstinent and neat attire, which is incompatible with the atmosphere here.

"Handsome guy, are you really here for the competition?" The young lady in charge of registration looked at him hesitantly.

Ji Zhisheng rolled his eyes: "Well, it doesn't look like it?"

"is a bit……"

It feels like a teacher who came to catch students who skipped classes.

Ji Zhi raised his eyebrows, he raised his hand to loosen the neckline, pulled off the black tie, and tied it on his thin wrist.Unbutton the two buttons to reveal the delicate collarbone.

Then he brushed his hair up, and a black diamond flashed on the earlobe.

The breath of the prodigal son of the joyous field rushed towards his face, and his temperament suddenly changed.

He lazily raised his eyes, his tone seemed a little distressed, "Now, does it look like it?"

Young lady: "!!!Like!"

She handed the sign to Ji Zhisheng, held her beating heart, and took out an emergency contact form: "In order to prevent accidents, the handsome guy fills in this. By the way, is the handsome guy here for the first time?"

"Must fill in?"

"Yes."

Ji Zhisheng sighed, thought for a moment, and wrote a few lines:

[Emergency Contact: Xi

Tel: 183***]

"It's indeed the first time I've been here. Speaking of which, this is the second time I've driven a motorcycle."

After Ji Zhisheng finished speaking, he didn't care about the shocked look of the young lady. After filling it out, he pushed the form, got up and walked to the competition venue.

The young lady murmured: "Really or not, the second time... I'm afraid this person is here to seek death..."

And not long after he left, the person in charge of the venue came to inspect, chatted with the young lady for a while, and accidentally saw the emergency contact phone number Ji Zhisheng left, and was so frightened that his knees almost went limp on the spot.

He hurriedly looked at the form carefully, and made sure that this was the contact information of Young Master Xi that few people in the circle knew. He swallowed and asked anxiously, "Who filled in the emergency contact is Young Master Xi?"

"He's a very gentle-looking person, and he said that he touched a motorcycle for the second time," the young lady hurriedly said, "What's the matter, Brother Ye?"

Brother Ye covered his face.

Who in the circle doesn't know that Xi Jin hates motorcycle races and car races the most, even the small place like Pan Dian has been checked by Xi Jin many times.

Being able to fill Xi Jin as an emergency contact... If that person has nothing else to do with him, he won't be able to open this shitty place.

Ye Ge gritted his teeth and called Xi Jin.

Anyway, let's get a vaccination first.

……

Ji Zhisheng belonged to the nature of playing tickets, and the motorcycle he used was also provided by Pan Dian. He didn't wear a helmet, and leaned on the motorcycle with a cigarette between his fingertips.

The cigarette butt is a little scarlet, dangerous and charming.

Going to the bar was no longer working, and this was his newfound relief.Ji Zhisheng squinted his eyes, looked down from the top of the pan, his clothes were bulging in the evening wind.

Just one glance at the dark and winding road can make people's adrenaline rise, and the joy and excitement that has not been seen for a long time are filled in the mind.It feels pretty good, Ji Zhisheng thought to himself.

With him, there are several young people in their early twenties.

Surrounded by colorful lights and a group of hot-blooded teenagers and girls with colorful hair dyed, cheers and applause can be heard endlessly.

Ji Zhisheng couldn't tell his age, his handsome and gentle appearance and contradictory temperament on his body attracted the attention of almost all the little girls.

A lot of good-looking girls came to ask for his WeChat, Ji Zhisheng smiled, and refused with ease, but he didn't make people disgusted, and instead recruited more people to challenge him.

"Hey, this brother, you're new here?" A yellow hair couldn't stand it, and handed a bottle of beer in front of Ji Zhisheng, "Do you know the rules?"

Ji Zhisheng glanced at him lazily, thinking that the kids are so funny now, "Oh? What rules?" He paused, and jokingly said, "I'm an adult."

Huang Mao was annoyed, "Who told you this, we are all adults, why don't we play this game and wait for the game?"

"It's a new competition, the loser has to blow a bottle of beer, and open another round by himself, how about it, will you compare with us?"

Ji Zhisheng smiled, "I thought you wanted me to drink before competing."

"Okay, if you lose, you can drink as much as you want."

They really have their own small circle, and seeing Ji Zhisheng agree, they no longer feel embarrassed, Huang Mao who just spoke to him is right next to Ji Zhisheng.

He leaned over curiously: "Hey, brother, you play motorcycles... are you good?" Otherwise, why did he agree easily, with a calm look on his face.

Ji Zhisheng: "No, it's very good. It's the second time to drive a motorcycle."

Huangmao: "?!!"

He couldn't believe it: "The second time?! Don't die?!"

He looked at Ji Zhisheng, and found that this man didn't even wear a helmet, and his clothes were his own, without protective gear.

Huang Mao swallowed, thinking that this person would not really come to seek death.

"Don't worry, I'll come and play."

"Oh..." Huang Mao was a little relieved, the game was about to start, and he no longer paid attention to Ji Zhisheng.

There are quite a few people who just come here to play, maybe they are really here for a stroll or something, they are probably curious novices, and they may not be able to complete a lap.

Countdown to the game.

At the moment when the last second of the timer fell, Huang Mao felt a gust of wind rushing out of his side.His pupils were dilated, and he burst out with a bang.

"Crazy, is this?!"

Just now I told him to have fun, the brother who had only touched the motorcycle twice, took the lead and left them behind.The speed is almost at the maximum, and the speed is slightly reduced before turning to the limit. This is obviously a desperate way to drive.

The lingering wind blew past his ears, and the thrill of brushing past danger made Ji Zhisheng's brain excited like never before. He lowered his body, and his smooth and firm muscle lines were faintly visible.

The locomotive roared.

Countless times, he was about to hit the guardrail, and avoided it dangerously.Ji Zhisheng's arm was numb from the shock, he couldn't hear any sound, and was in a state of absolute emptiness.

The yellow-haired people in the back chased very hard, biting Ji Zhisheng more than ten meters away.A few times, I almost thought that Ji Zhisheng would fly out and fall off the track.

Huang Mao: "Damn it, this is definitely the most exciting competition I have ever participated in."

The finish line was right in front of us, and Ji Zhisheng crossed it first.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The screeching brake sound was endless, and the tires and the ground sparked, leaving deep black marks.

Screams and cheers erupted.

Ji Zhisheng lowered his head, his chest heaved and fluctuated, and there was a surge of heat in his body. He exhaled, stroked his hair, leaned against the side of the car, squinted at the winding road, wondering what he was thinking.

The yellow-haired man came over with admiration just now, and gave a thumbs up in admiration: "Brother, you are so fierce."

He still had a beer in his hand, "No.1, you can't drink this wine anymore."

Ji Zhisheng stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Do you want to drink?"

Huang Mao patted his thigh, and said happily, "Yes, yes! Of course." He ran to get two new bottles, opened them himself and handed them to Ji Zhisheng, "Drink whatever you want!"

The cold and stimulating beer had a bitter taste. Ji Zhisheng seldom drank beer, but he adapted well. Under Huangmao's watchful eyes, he drank one bottle and opened a second bottle himself.

Huang Mao: "Niu, brother, is this really the second time you touch a motorcycle?"

"Ah."

Ji Zhisheng thought about it, the first time he touched a motorcycle was in high school, when he beat up a group of gangsters and robbed them of their motorcycle and ran away.Later, although I figured out how to drive it, I still fell and was sent to the police station together.

"Then you haven't thought about it. If you lose control or something, you may die if you fall."

"To die is to die."

Ji Zhisheng said nothing, finished the second bottle of wine and threw it into the trash can, with a slightly drunken look on his face.

"That's right," Huang Mao scratched his head, "We love motorcycles, which one is not a person who dares to fight."

"Hey, brother, do you want to go home, or add a WeChat, and come out to play together next time."

Ji Zhisheng stepped on the motorcycle and stopped at the finish line, with a playful tone, "I'm alone, what excitement can I have when I go home, I'll drive back, and go back to the top of the pan to blow the air."

Huang Mao hesitated: "You're not drunk, are you?"

Although there are no people or cars on Panding Road, they have a principled bet. If the loser gets drunk with a bottle of beer, he will not be punished.

Besides, Ji Zhisheng did not lose.

"Counsel," Ji Zhisheng chuckled, his right hand was already on the handlebar, he wasn't disrespectful, besides, this small place, "Where is there a policeman?"

The voice just fell.

Click.

Silver handcuffs were locked on Ji Zhisheng's right wrist.

Xi Jin's unrecognizable voice sounded: "Really, Professor Ji."

"..."

Ji Zhisheng turned his head slowly, "Deputy Captain Xi?"

Xi Jin was followed by Brother Ye, the person in charge of the Pan Dian Club, and immediately winked at the people next to him when he saw this.

After a while, besides Brother Ye, there were only Ji Zhisheng and Xi Jin left here.

Xi Jin ignored him, and glanced to the side: "Brothers from the police station will come to investigate later, everyone here should not leave tonight."

"Yes, yes, yes." Brother Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly dealt with it.

Ji Zhisheng looked at the handcuffs on his wrist, and sighed, "What does Deputy Xi mean?"

"Driving illegally."

"Where is the violation?" Ji Zhisheng raised his hand, "I haven't opened it yet."

Xi Jin: "Intent to drive illegally."

"Isn't the intention okay?"

Xi Jin's black pupils were dark, unmoved, he grabbed the other end of the handcuffs, pulled Ji Zhisheng down, and walked out of the club with a cold face.

After he received the call here, he came here without stopping. When he got here, the race had just started. He had the honor to watch the whole process of Ji Zhisheng's drag racing, and his heart almost flew out several times.

He walked forward without saying a word, Ji Zhisheng frowned slightly, his wrist hurt a little from being pulled.He faintly felt that Xi Jin was very angry now, but he didn't know why this guy was angry...it seemed to be aimed at him.

Ji Zhisheng thought about it, but he didn't think of anything else he did.Is it because of this future violation that hasn't happened yet?Not so.

He took out his mobile phone with his left hand, and found that Xi Jin had sent him a message a few hours ago, saying that he would buy him a drink.

Ji Zhisheng was thoughtful, was he angry because he didn't agree?

He was really a little drunk, thinking slowly, pondering for a moment, "...I came today impromptu, the phone is on silent, I didn't see your message, if you want to buy me a drink, we can go now."

Cullinan stopped right in front. Ji Zhisheng had never said so much unilaterally, and seeing that Xi Jin still refused to give him the slightest response, he didn't even turn his head.

He looked at his red wrists from the handcuffs, and was also a little annoyed, his tone became cold: "Deputy Captain Xi, I'll just pay the fine if you want, there's no need to lock me up all the time."

Ji Zhisheng's wrist tightened suddenly, his eyes blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already pressed against the car door by Xi Jin, with his hands firmly on top of his head.

"Well……"

The force was a bit strong, and Ji Zhisheng felt a dull pain in his back, he heard Xi Jin's hoarse and suppressed voice: "Ji Zhisheng, are you looking for death?"

Ji Zhisheng: "What are you talking about?"

"I said, are you looking for death?!" Xi Jin stared into Ji Zhisheng's eyes with the pressure of the storm in her eyes, "Honestly speaking, this is the first time you touch a motorcycle."

His breath was too hot, Ji Zhisheng tilted his head uncomfortably, "Number..."

"truth."

Ji Zhi paused slightly, raised his eyes, "This has nothing to do with Vice Captain Xi, right?"

He thought it was a bit ridiculous, he struggled to free his hand but couldn't free it, his tone was cold.

"If the deputy team judges me to violate the rules, it will be dealt with according to the rules. What is this now? I'm just racing where the competition system allows. Besides, are we familiar with each other?"

Ji Zhisheng's pupils shrank slightly, and Xi Jin swallowed all the remaining words.

Caught off guard by an angry kiss.

Xi Jin was really scared this time, and the anger born of fear and panic was stronger than ever.He thought again and again of Ji Zhisheng's racing car just now.

The words I heard from Qin Yan before made a sense of existence again, senior brother doesn't want to live anymore.

At the beginning, he didn't have any specific feelings, but Ji Zhisheng made such a move for him right after.

Under the alcohol, Ji Zhisheng didn't know why Xi Jin was going crazy, the base of his tongue hurt from being sucked, and his brain was dizzy due to lack of oxygen.In order to prevent himself from passing out, he bit the tip of Xi Jin's tongue hard.

The smell of blood spread.

Xi Jin paused, and let go of him. Ji Zhi's voice rushed into his lungs, and he coughed continuously, "You... are crazy, Xi Jin."

"Don't you want to drink?" Xi Jin said.

Ji Zhisheng still didn't understand why Xi Jin was angry, so he frowned slowly: "...Are you angry because I didn't agree to drink with you?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to have heard Xi Jin's sneer angrily.

In the next second, Xi Jin directly opened the driver's door, bent down to stuff Ji Zhisheng in, and hugged the co-pilot.The handcuffs were still not released.He closed the car door with a cold face, and quickly drove to Tianxi Garden.

"..."

Ji Zhisheng was dizzy by his movements, the atmosphere in the car was very dignified, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder that would explode at the touch of a touch.Xi Jin was really angry, Ji Zhisheng had never seen him so angry.

He raised his eyes that were a little foggy due to the smell of alcohol, and looked at Xi Jin's cold and hard side face.I don't know how much strength was used in the hands holding the steering wheel, and blue veins were faintly visible on the back of the hands.

Inexplicably, Ji Zhisheng looked down at his frayed right wrist, and felt a subtle sense of oppression uncontrollably in his heart.

He pursed his lips and remained silent all the way.

When she arrived at Ji Zhisheng's house, Xi Jin unlocked it, slammed the door, and put the red wine she bought on the table.

The cold light in the room came down, and the quiet room made his disordered breathing obvious.

"..."

Xi Jin suddenly calmed down.

Suddenly realizing what he was doing, his body was slightly stiff, and he was a little afraid to turn his head to look at the people behind him.

"Didn't you drink?" Ji Zhisheng walked around him, brought two goblets over, and uncorked the red wine bottle.

He looked very calm, but the cork that he threw on the ground made Ah Rou's hairs explode in shock, and it hurriedly got into Ji Zhisheng's bedroom.

"I promise, I will drink with you."

The two wine glasses were filled to the brim, without any sense of beauty, the dark red wine made Ji Zhi pause, and a gloomy glint flashed in his eyes.

The emotions that have just been vented through the racing car seem to be piled up on the emotional gate that is extremely oppressive.

Ji Zhisheng drank it expressionlessly, and he filled it up again, "You don't want to drink?"

Seeing that Xi Jin didn't respond, he smiled, "Forget it." Ji Zhisheng reached for the wine glass in front of Xi Jin, but was held down.

Xi Jin: "I drink."

He stared at Ji Zhisheng without blinking, and drank the wine completely.

Obviously he was the one who asked for a drink, but it seemed like he was being forced.

Ji Zhisheng lowered his eyes and had no other reaction, but he never poured wine for Xi Jin, and drank it without saying a word. In a blink of an eye, the wine bottle was two-thirds empty.

The more he drank, the more he suppressed his emotions.

The red wine irritated him very much, Ji Zhisheng gradually became a little out of breath, subconsciously wanted to find his own medicine, only after a moment of reaction did he realize that Qin Yan had already taken away his mood control pills.

Xi Jin's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, forgetting his original purpose, he took Ji Zhisheng's wine glass and said in a deep voice, "Don't drink it."

Ji Zhi lay on the bar counter, his fingertips trembling slightly, he felt that his emotions were on the verge of losing control, but... there was no medicine.

He has no medicine.

Ji Zhisheng felt a burst of fear for no reason, he didn't want Xi Jin to see him completely out of control, so he murmured something.

Xi Jin: "What?"

Ji Zhisheng snatched the wine glass over and said softly, "Get lost..."

He raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I said, get out, can't you hear me?"

Regardless of Xi Jin's expression, he drank the rest of the wine in the glass and put it heavily on the bar. With a click, the goblet broke, and the glass cut a small hole on Ji Zhisheng's thumb.

The wrist was grabbed suddenly, Xi Jin looked at it deeply: "Where's your medicine box?"

Ji Zhisheng didn't say anything, he looked at the blood coming out of his fingertips, slowly lowered his head, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Xi Jin's pupils shrank.

In the next second, the mist in Ji Zhisheng's eyes faded, his face turned pale suddenly, and he couldn't control his nausea.He turned around and rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, and after a while, the sound of the shower came from inside.

"Ji Zhisheng!!" Xi Jin's heart skipped a beat, she couldn't stop knocking on the door, and said anxiously, "Are you okay?!"

There was no movement inside for a long time, Xi Jin became more and more anxious, just when he couldn't help but was about to knock on the door, the bathroom door was swung open, and a thin hand pulled him in.

boom!

Xi Jin was pushed against the bathroom door.

Ji Zhisheng's body was wet and icy cold, his eyes struggled with pain, trying to maintain a trace of clarity and reason, he leaned on Xi Jin's neck, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Help me...don't make me..."

Xi Jin subconsciously clung to his waist, her palms were hot, and her voice was tight: "Don't let you..."

He squeezed hard in his hands, and the positions of the two of them immediately switched. Ji Zhisheng let out a muffled snort, and the handcuff on his right wrist hit the frosted door of the bathroom, making a tinkling sound.

Xi Jin's eyes darkened, "...don't let you do anything."

"Don't let me..." Ji Zhisheng gasped, with a look of pain floating between his brows.

He struggled to the brink of collapse, desperately suppressing the turbulent and dark emotions that pressed down on him like a mountain.

no more medicine...

No more medicine.

Ji Zhisheng opened his eyes, and vaguely saw Xi Jin's deep eyes.

He moved his eyes down, his eyes fell on Xi Jin's lips, he leaned over slowly, and bit down on them slowly, a vague sentence jumped into Xi Jin's ears

"Don't make me..."

"Become a madman."

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid of turning into the monster that lost his mind in the abyss that he once stared at.

and so.

Ji Zhisheng clenched the corner of Xi Jin's clothes tightly, his voice hoarse.

"help me……"