How to cough up blood

Go back to an hour ago.

The silver spectacle frame reflected the sporadic light outside, Ji Zhisheng looked down at the pen knife in his hand, the tip of the knife was very short, occasionally flashing a cold light.

On the table in front of him was a glass of water and the pills he had prepared.

Tomorrow is the ninth day, time is getting tighter, and the feeling that something is wrong in his heart is becoming more and more obvious, there must be something he has overlooked.

This feeling is very wonderful. There is no clear vocabulary to explain it. It can only be experienced in a deeper state of immersion.

Ji Zhisheng slowly emptied all his emotions, his pale eyes gradually became indifferent, and his muscles were slowly relaxing.

T has a superhuman obsession with blood.

If he wants to fully empathize, he has to let himself go and be exactly in the situation at the time.

When Ji Zhisheng turned the pen knife in his hand, Sen Han pointed the knife point at the palm of his left hand.

Tick.

Tick ​​tock.

On the pale floor, hideous blood flowers smashed out.

clang.

The pen knife fell to the ground.

It doesn't hurt at all.

Ji Zhisheng looked at his palm and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Gradually, a blush appeared on his fair side face, and his eyes were a little blurred. He leaned closer and gently sniffed his fingertips.

"..."

With his movements, the mid-length hair fell down to block the expression on his face.Only Ji Zhisheng's pale jaw and slender blood-stained fingers could be seen.

His temperament suddenly changed, and his whole figure was like a dark silhouette in the shadows, gloomy and sick.

Ji Zhisheng forced himself to infinitely agree with what T said.

"...we're the same kind of people, you know what I'm thinking, and I know what you're thinking too."

"What I like, you should like too, what I dislike, you should dislike too..."

There is fresh food on the dinner plate, the smell of hot meat.

"I've been hungry for a long time, what a pity."

"You really want to kill people, right? You have a natural desire to kill..."

The knife was handed into his hand, it was cold and could cut open hearts.

"You were born, the perfect prisoner..."

"Look, you're excited, you're shaking, it's so cute," the voice laughed, approaching slowly.

"..."

Ji Zhisheng's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he slowly slid on the side of the bed as if he lost his strength. The feeling of suffocation was like an invisible grip in the abyss, holding him firmly.

The gulping breath made a sobbing sound from his throat, his consciousness was in a trance, Ji Zhisheng didn't know where he was now, and it took him a long time to even remember who he was.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable feeling of vomiting surged up in his stomach, Ji Zhisheng curled up on the ground in a state of embarrassment, the cold floor chilled his body thoroughly.

The feeling of being on the verge of death made him struggle to open his eyes. Ji Zhisheng stretched out his hand towards the pills on the table, but accidentally wiped the water glass next to the ground with a bang, and the glass shattered to the ground, along with the pills on the table. The pills also rolled to nowhere.

"..."

Ji Zhisheng was panting, weeping completely uncontrollably, but his expression was terrifyingly indifferent, he lowered his head and gritted his teeth, the murderous desire, humanity and memories aroused by empathy hit together fiercely like a rolling tsunami.

He curled up on the ground again, with half of his body lying on his back in the slag of glass on the ground. The water flowed all over the ground, and his hair was wet and stuck to his cold and sticky neck.

Blood streaks gradually appeared in the water on the ground, and the color became darker and darker.

Ji Zhisheng was breathing hard, but he still couldn't hear his own breathing gradually.

out of breath...

So sad.

The cold moonlight peeped into the room, and saw a pale hand hanging down in a pool of water where the ground gradually became scarlet.

Shards of glass scattered around, like diamonds, glistened in the moonlight.

"Fuck!"

Xi Jin never felt that the short distance of more than 20 meters was so far. He knocked on the door of Ji Zhisheng's room: "Ji Zhisheng! Ji Zhisheng!"

There was no reaction from inside, Xiao Liu rushed over in a hurry, panting: "What, what's wrong, deputy team?!"

Xi Jin: "Go to the front desk of the hotel below to get a spare room card! Hurry up!"

Xiao Liu had never seen such a look on his face before, and he also realized that something had happened, so he hurriedly said, "Okay! I'll go right away!"

After Xiao Liu left, Xi Jin forced himself to calm down. His hands were trembling unconsciously, and the heat in his body seemed to be locked by the door that couldn't be opened.

He shouldn't have moved out just like that a few days ago, and he shouldn't have had a good word with Ji Zhisheng because of his feelings, and he shouldn't have noticed Ji Zhisheng's emotional changes in advance.

Obviously...

Xi Jin pressed her forehead against the door and said hoarsely, "Ji Zhisheng..."

If something really happened, Xi Jin would never forgive herself in this life.

"Quick, quick! Deputy team!!"

Xiao Liu was out of breath and handed over the spare room card, followed by the hotel owner who was equally anxious.

Xi Jin's hands trembled so much that she almost lost her grip several times.

drip.

The lock clicked open.

A bloody smell lingered in the air, making Xi Jin feel like falling into an ice cave. His hands and feet were cold, and he almost hurriedly opened the door. He saw Ji Zhisheng lying in a pool of blood with a pale face and eyes closed.

"..."

Xi Jin's mind went blank.

The hotel owner's exclamation sounded behind him, "Ah!! Hurry up! Call 110, no, 120, hurry up!"

Xi Jin didn't know how he got there, when he came back to his senses, he was already squatting beside Ji Zhisheng, reaching out to check his breath

And breathing.

Like a suffocated person suddenly getting oxygen, Xi Jin seemed to have just come back to life, her body was extremely stiff, she pulled Ji Zhisheng up in fear, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

He could feel the steady heartbeat of the person in his arms.

Xi Jin's eyes gradually turned red.

"Ji Zhisheng..."

"Ji Zhisheng..."

He seems to only be able to say these three words.

"Not going...to the hospital..." A soft whisper came from Xi Jin's ear.

"I do not want to go……"

Startled, Xi Jin relaxed a little and looked at Ji Zhisheng's face.

Ji Zhisheng seemed to wake up, but also didn't seem to wake up, his eyelashes were wet, drooping as if he hadn't pulled away, and the thick black eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Xi Jin subconsciously comforted him, patted Ji Zhisheng on the back, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I won't go, I won't go anywhere."

When he lowered his voice, in fact, there was almost no coaxing feeling, but it made people feel very safe and inexplicably reliable.

The boss turned on the light with a snap: "Hey! Hurry up and take him out!"

The glare of the light suddenly illuminated Qing Ji Zhisheng's pale face, but he seemed to be stimulated by something, his body shook violently, his teeth were clenched, and he retracted himself without a word.

Xi Jin's pupils shrank, he clearly saw Ji Zhisheng's bite just now, bleeding out of his own mouth.

He turned his head and said sharply: "Turn off the lights! Get out, don't call 120, hurry up!"

Xiao Liu was the first to react, and quickly turned off the lights, pulled the boss out, and closed the door with a bang. There were a few quarrels outside, but it soon quieted down.

Returning to the dark environment made Ji Zhisheng's body relax a little bit. Xi Jin coaxed him in a low voice for a while, but Ji Zhisheng still didn't respond at all. In desperation, he could only force Ji Zhisheng to raise his head.

An obvious line of blood slid down the corner of his mouth.

Ji Zhisheng's expression was a little numb.

Xi Jin's heart skipped a beat, the hand pinching his chin suddenly tightened, and said in a deep voice, "Open your mouth!"

Ji Zhisheng blinked his eyes slowly, but did not open them.

"Ji Zhisheng, can you hear me?" Xi Jin caressed his side face, "Open your mouth."

Ji Zhisheng still didn't respond, and even tensed up because of Xi Jin's gentle voice, he hid back

Xi Jin didn't give him a chance to dodge, she put her palm on the back of Ji Zhisheng's neck, forcing him to look up.

He whispered, "Professor Ji, I'm sorry."

Xi Jin lowered his head and kissed Ji Zhisheng's cold lips, the strong smell of blood filled his mouth almost instantly, and he tried jerky to pry open Ji Zhisheng's tightly closed teeth.

Ji Zhisheng's pupils dilated slightly, and in the next second, he began to struggle desperately, but the strength of the struggle was very small, and he was easily suppressed.

"Um...no..."

As soon as he spoke, Xi Jin seized the opportunity to kiss him deeper, preventing Ji Zhisheng from hurting him any more.Neither the initiative party nor the undertaker has any experience.

Ji Zhisheng subconsciously pushed Xi Jin out during the kiss, but the kiss kept deepening.The back of his neck was pressed by Xi Jin, there was no way to escape, the air in his mouth was almost plundered by the gentle yet strong force.

Occasionally, during extremely short breaths, he uttered two broken words:

"No...don't eat..."

The extremely blurred consciousness seemed to be a little clearer, Ji Zhisheng thought in a trance

He is kissing Xi Jin.

A strange feeling of suffocation that was completely different from before gradually swept over, followed by a numbness rising from the tailbone.

Ji Zhisheng's eyes slowly became slack, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling and swallowing, and there were wet tears in the corners of his eyes.

Sven's ascetic face looked a little different because of the red lips that were still being kissed by someone, and the shirt that was soaked in bloody water was tightly attached to his body.

Xi Jin's strong five fingers were inserted into his hair, and his soft mid-length hair was pulled back by him.Ji Zhisheng could hear Xi Jin's heartbeat gradually accelerating.

In fact, Xi Jin didn't know why he followed Ji Zhisheng's words, instead of calling 120, and letting everyone go out, he was just out of intuition, if Ji Zhisheng in this state was sent to the hospital like this, it would be even more unpredictable. things.

Now Ji Zhisheng gives him the feeling that the other party has stepped on the edge of a certain line, if someone gently pushes him again

He no longer saw Ji Zhisheng.

When he first came in, his legs were really scared, but after he calmed down, he found that there was actually very little blood on the ground.

The wound was on Ji Zhisheng's right back, which was pierced by glass shards, and on the palm of his left hand, there were two wounds just enough to bleed.

Although he didn't know what Ji Zhisheng's reason was, luckily this guy didn't cut his wrist.

Sensing that the person in his arms gradually loosened his grip, Xi Jin slowly let go of him, their foreheads were pressed against each other, and the breathing of both of them was a little messy.

Ji Zhisheng lowered his head, inexplicably giving off a very cute quietness.

After a long time, Xi Jin whispered: "...Why did you cut yourself with a knife?"

He finally understood why the sharpest things in Ji Zhisheng's house were nail clippers. If he really put a kitchen knife and fruit knife, no one was watching this guy that day, and he might really kill himself.

He couldn't help covering Ji Zhisheng's cold wrist, and put it in his palm to warm it up.

Ji Zhisheng reacted for a long time, as if he hadn't completely escaped from a certain state, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Because... blood is needed."

Xi Jin: "What do you want blood for?"

"...totally empathize with T...to avoid reckoning...mistakes..."

Ji Zhisheng asked a question and answered a sentence, he was so obedient.

"Complete empathy, blood every time, right?"

"Only T..."

Only when he empathizes with T, he needs the stimulation of blood. He must fully immerse himself in the desire to enjoy killing, awaken the killing instinct hidden in the soul in the body, and then struggle on the verge of the collapse of human nature to resist this desire. .

Seeing that his mood seemed to fluctuate again, Xi Jin hurriedly followed his back, grasping Ji Zhisheng's meaning and took advantage of the momentum to ask: "So did your empathy come to fruition? Who does T want to kill?"

"I want to... kill who?"

Ji Zhi whispered, and repeated it twice. After a while, he smiled weakly and cheerfully at Xi Jin, and turned into another person in a trance: "I... want to kill."

"I want……"

"Ji Zhisheng!" Xi Jin shouted suddenly.

He straightened Ji Zhisheng's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Ji Zhisheng, you are not T, it's not you who want to kill, it's him."

"Did you hear it clearly?!"

"..."

Ji Zhisheng blinked, and the disobedient smile slowly disappeared. He seemed a little dazed, and after a while, he nodded in agreement, "Oh."

Only then did Xi Jin breathe a sigh of relief, "I was scared to death, I thought you were really gone."

Ji Zhisheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said softly, "I'm sorry."

"I didn't close the door properly," he said.

That's why I let you in and was intimidated.

Originally, before the door of his house was smashed by Xi Jin, he was the only one who could enter, so no matter what he did, he was never afraid of scaring people.

But then this man broke in, smashed all his locks, pulled him out of the dark corner, shook him, and put him in the sun to bask in the sun.

It was as if he was really a completely normal person, and he was afraid that if he shut himself up for a long time, he would turn into a moldy mushroom.

He babbled a lot like a little old man.

Ji Zhisheng's reaction was still slow and blunt, he was in a semi-faint state, but his fingertips curled up, unconsciously hooking the corner of Xi Jin's clothes.

Xi Jin was stunned, this was the first time he heard Ji Zhisheng's serious apology, but he didn't expect him to be in such a situation when he was killed.All he felt was pain.

Fool.

There's nothing to apologize for.

Before he could decide what to say, he heard Ji Zhisheng continue: "...I won't die."

He was answering the second half of what Xi Jin said just now.

Ji Zhisheng said: "The pen knife I chose...can be controlled..."

Xi Jin tilted her head to look around, her eyes paused, and then she fell on a dark object on the ground next to her, and she could vaguely see the tip of a knife.

When Ji Zhisheng said this, he didn't think there was anything wrong with drawing two wounds on the palm of his hand, and he even spoke very well, like a child who thought he had chosen the right toy.

"That's not OK!"

Xi Jin patted the back of his hand as punishment, and said seriously, "No next time."

Ji Zhisheng was slightly taken aback.

He frowned, looked at the shirt on the back of Ji Zhisheng, and found that the glass shards were separated by the material, stuck to the clothes, and did not really penetrate into the skin.

But take care of it.

He pulled Ji Zhisheng's left hand away, looked at the two wounds above, there was no need for stitches, and they were not deep, but they would not heal within half a month.

Xi Jin remembered that the last time Ji Zhisheng finished applying the medicine, he put the medicine bottle in the drawer, and it was not long before it was in use again.

"If you don't go to the hospital, then I'll give you the wound medicine, so don't move around."

Ji Zhisheng: "...um."

Xi Jin asked, "Can I turn on the light?"

Ji Zhisheng shook his head.

"The phone light doesn't work either?"

Ji Zhisheng looked at him silently.

"..."

"Okay," Xi Jin reluctantly compromised, he was at a loss for a while.

The wound on Ji Zhisheng's back pierced by the glass must be very small. Now the room is dark, although it does not affect the basic vision, but the fine things must be invisible.

After a while, Xi Jin looked at the window sill stone, which was not too big or too small, just enough to accommodate a person lying on it.

He stroked his chin, then his eyes lit up, he folded the quilt on the bed into two folds, and spread them out.

He found a good place for wound medicine!

The window sill is the brightest place, with the colorful light from outside shining on it, you can clearly see the traffic passing below and the lights of the surrounding shops.

Xi Jin picked up Ji Zhisheng, who was wet all over the ground, and carried him to the window sill, then stretched out his hand to unbutton Ji Zhisheng's shirt.

Ji Zhisheng didn't show any resistance. When the shirt was fully opened, Xi Jin paused obviously, and then looked away.

return……

It's quite powdery.

The tips of Xi Jin's ears were red again. He was concerned about the injury on Ji Zhisheng's shoulder, so he couldn't help being a lot more careful in his movements, and it had been 3 minutes since he took it off completely.

After he finished taking off, he suddenly remembered that the door was not locked, so he went over to lock the door. Now that the room card and the spare room card are with him, there is no need to worry about someone coming in suddenly.

Xi Jin took out her mobile phone and sent a few text messages to Xiao Liu, basically saying don't worry, they are all fine.

When he finished and looked back, he froze on the spot.

Ji Zhisheng took off his pants at some point, and they were thrown on the ground just like the shirt.

Brown medium-length hair, gentle and handsome young man, there is only one piece of fabric left on his body at this time, his slender and fair neck is lowered, his fingertips are already hooked on the edge of the last piece of fabric, and he seems to be planning to take it off again.

Xi Jin: ...

Xi Jin:! ! !

He walked over quickly in three or two steps, grabbed Ji Zhisheng's hand, and forced a comforting smile into the latter's blank eyes, "...you don't need to take off so much."

Ji Zhisheng: "But, the clothes are wet."

His current weird state is a bit like a sequela of empathy. After the body falls into self-protection, the brain's reaction will be particularly straightforward.

Ji Zhisheng pointed to the last piece of fabric on his body, and said seriously: "...It's wet too."

So take it off as well.

Xi Jin froze: "...Then will you wear it yourself if you take it off?"

He finds one for Ji Zhisheng, and he can put it on himself.

Ji Zhisheng's lips were red from being sucked by Xi Jin, thought for a moment, and shook his head.

After a while, he hesitated and said: "...Can you help me wear it?"

Xi Jin: "..."

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