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"Why... did you bring me to this place?"

——This is like a morgue.

Lan Qiaoyi heard his trembling voice.

The fingertips hanging by his side were cold, and he wanted to turn around and run away, but just when he was about to move, he felt a slight pressure on his shoulders.

"Don't you think—" The white earlobe was gently touched and sucked by the warm lips, and there was a slight "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!"

The warm breath clung to Lan Qiaoyi's somewhat pale side face, fainting into a morbid beauty, and the voice in his ears was extremely clear at this moment.

"Here, is it a good performance stage?"

The boy's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and a few hoarse laughter came out from his throat.

"..."

The dense black long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the young man's red lips, which were casually kissed by Ding Zizhuo, were tightly pressed. Upon closer inspection, those bright red lips, like flower petals offering branches, even trembled slightly.

Lan Qiaoyi stared straight ahead. At that moment, he felt that the person standing behind him was not a tasker pretending to be a patient. He thought in a daze that maybe Ding Zizhuo was a real mental patient.

"Are you wondering if I'm really sick?"

Under the uninterrupted kisses, the chestnut-haired boy asked vaguely.

What answered him was a trembling body under his lips.

Ding Zizhuo was stunned, and then the corners of his lips curved slightly. At an angle that Lan Qiao couldn't easily see, the curvature of the boy's lips became wider and wider, but his eyes were inorganic and cold.

The moment the strength on his shoulders left, Lan Qiaoyi turned around suddenly and wanted to run outside, but he was slightly stunned when he saw the closed door, and he stretched out his hand, trying to press the doorknob.

But in the next second, he felt a fiery body suddenly covering his back.

"From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to bring you here."

The beautiful young man under him felt scared because he couldn't escape. He wanted to struggle, but in the end he could only lean helplessly in his arms and cry. Ding Zizhuo imagined that the crystal tears rolled down from the side of his white face, washing A pair of jet-black eyes are moist and bright, like two black pearls with crystal luster.

"beautiful."

Because he couldn't break free from the force behind him, after struggling unsuccessfully, Lan Qiaoyi was turned around by the boy, his back leaned against the cold facade, and his waist was tightly clasped.

"I... I want to leave."

He could hear his voice trembling, and he could hardly utter a complete sentence.

Ding Zizhuo, who looked down at him in front of him, looked gloomy, and he said:

"Don't you want to escape from this mental hospital?"

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, his hands on the boy's chest paused slightly, and his resistance gradually loosened. He blinked, and replied in a daze:

"I, I think."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the eyes of the person in front of him suddenly bent. There seemed to be a slight light shining in the caramel-colored pupils. The boy lowered his head, as if he was coaxing his lover, and the sweet deception was at his fingertips.

"Give me a kiss, and I'll protect you and take you away, okay?"

[It has been detected that the title BUFF has been triggered, the host please answer cautiously. ]

039’s voice was a little nervous. The level of [Primary Leg Pendant] is not high, so the probability of being triggered is also very low. After all, it is equivalent to sharing the luck of the boss. In essence, in the dangerous dungeon world, it is considered a A golden finger exists.

Lan Qiaoyi was also taken aback. He looked at the honey-colored eyes of the boy in front of him. For a moment, he even felt that he saw the tenderness in the boy's eyes.

"Promise me—"

Ding Zizhuo's voice was a little light, and while speaking, Lan Qiaoyi could feel the soft touch of the corners of his lips.

On the one hand, there is the boy's temptation full of intimacy, like the poisonous snake that tempted Eve to eat the poisonous apple in God's Garden of Eden;

"I……"

The boy lowered his eyes slightly, watching the opening and closing of the red lips in front of him. From an angle that the young man couldn't see, his eyes suddenly deepened.

"Well--"

The unfinished words were blocked in the throat by the licking tongue.

The red tongue was entangled, and because of excitement, the tip of the nose was pressed against the soft white cheeks, and the red lips were like petals that had been vigorously rubbed. With a little force, sticky crystal flower juice oozes out.

"Uh... um,—"

A low panting sound from unknown person resounded in the silent space, and the nostrils were filled with the rich aroma of the flushed boy's body. The boy's caramel-colored eyes were unbelievably dark at this time, and the obsession in them was unrestrained. Extremely explicit.

The pads of the fingers touching the upper cheeks were slightly rough, scratching on the greasy white flesh, leaving a light red mark, and the slender waist was held in the palm of the hand, and stroked slowly.

The beautiful young man who was kissed felt the strange stimulation from his waist, and the voice of "woo woo" blurted out uncontrollably.

The petite body in her arms twisted slightly, trying to break free, but suddenly froze in the middle of the movement, and instantly went limp in the next second.

The slender fingers pressed on the pair of slightly sunken waists behind the boy's waist.

Ding Zizhuo noticed the strangeness of the person in his arms, he backed away slightly, but he didn't completely leave the red and full lips that were sucked, but pecked and kissed sticky and intimately, and the words he said were inexplicably ambiguous unclear:

"Your waist must be very beautiful. I'll confirm it one by one, and you say..."

Lan Qiaoyi tried his best to figure out what the boy said next, and after a second of stunned, the flush that had hit his cheeks gradually expanded, and even the delicate and small earlobes were steamed with a faint pink feeling.

That sentence is:

"Maybe when your back is facing me, those intoxicating waists will be more beautiful."

Because of the short-term lack of oxygen during the kiss, Lan Qiaoyi was a little dizzy. He wanted to open his mouth to take a big breath, but suddenly he smelled a smell of formalin in the thickened air.

His body froze suddenly, and his thoughts suddenly became somewhat clear at this moment.

They kiss in the presence of the dead.

Roses bloom before they rot.

Ding Zizhuo, who was always paying attention to the emotions of the person in his arms, knew what the young man was thinking when he saw this.

He pulled his hand away from his white waist, and instead of holding Lan Qiaoyi's hand, he put it on the back of the opponent's neck.

The boy's relaxed tone was accompanied by short breaths, and he said:

"There is a secret hidden in this place."

Lan Qiaoyi raised his eyes and saw that although Ding Zizhuo's tone was somewhat joking, his expression revealed a rare seriousness.

039's voice sounded in his mind:

[The title BUFF is activated, when you are with the tasker Ding Ziyan, there is a 10% chance that you will find something unexpected~]

Unexpected discovery...

Could it be related to the secret in Ding Zizhuo's mouth?

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the chestnut-haired boy in front of him, his small Adam's apple twitched slightly, and followed the other's words:

"What, secret?"

Maybe it was because of the weak 10%, Lan Qiaoyi temporarily let go of his fear at this moment, he looked at the boy in front of him, and felt his heart beating so nervously that "thump bang bang——".

Ding Zizhuo pulled him to stand in front of a bed. Although it was obvious that the morgue was here, and even the room was full of the smell of formalin, when Lan Qiaoyi calmed down, he looked around carefully. It was found that among so many beds, only the one in front of them had corpses.

At first glance, the whiteness frightened Lan Qiaoyi at first.

The boy let go of the hand he was holding, and took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket. After a snap, the glove tightly wrapped his big, bony hand. Lan Qiaoyi watched him walk to beside the bed.

"Do you still remember the unlucky guy who jumped off the building and died that day?"

"Then I want to tell you that he is not the first corpse to die in this hospital."

Even though he was mentally prepared, the moment Ding Ziyan reached out to lift the white cloth, he still subconsciously closed his eyes.

Maybe Lan Qiaoyi didn't realize that the moment the white cloth was lifted, he tightly grasped Ding Zizhuo's arm.

Even if he used all his strength, to a boy, it was just like a kitten acting like a baby with its soft pads shining.

A small piece of Ding Zizhuo's heart suddenly collapsed softly.

After the sound of the white cloth being lifted "crash--", he heard the voice of the person beside him suppressing a smile:

"So scared? Don't you want to know the secret?"

Lan Qiaoyi made psychological hints to himself again and again, saying that it was just a corpse and could not hurt him, so he slowly opened his eyes.

All he saw was a pale and blue face.

——It wasn't as bloodstained as he imagined.

Even if he appeared in front of him in the form of a corpse, Lan Qiaoyi could vaguely see that the deceased was a handsome man before his death.

The gap between reality and expectations strangely balanced the fear in Lan Qiaoyi's heart. He walked slowly to the bedside, lowered his eyes to look carefully, and found that his previous thoughts were a little off.

"He...wasn't that day,"

Ding Zizhuo shook his head when he heard the words. He walked to the end of the bed, lifted a small piece of white cloth, reached in, and drew out a piece of paper in the young man's surprised eyes.

"That is……"

"The name of the deceased."

Lan Qiaoyi took a few steps towards Ding Zizhuo.Leaning slightly, I saw clearly the three small characters on the piece of paper:

"... Yan Wenshu?"

"Ah."

The other party nodded, and threw the piece of paper into the transparent vacuum bag that was taken out of his pocket.

"Who is he?"

When Lan Qiaoyi turned around again and looked at the corpse lying on the hospital bed at this time, an impulsive thought made him blurt out unconsciously.

"He's not the one who fell from the building, who is he? He is..." Lan Qiaoyi even paused midway because of his urgent tone:

"What kind of person was he before he was alive?"

Hearing this, the boy who was grabbing the white cloth to cover it stopped, turned his head to look at Lan Qiaoyi who was standing not far away, and asked with some doubts:

"Are you curious?"

But without waiting for Lan Qiaoyi to answer, Ding Zizhuo immediately answered his question:

"I heard that he was a young master from a rich family. I don't know why he was found dead in this hospital."

"Then what are you..."

Lan Qiaoyi's heart tightened, and he asked subconsciously.

"Because..." There was an inexplicable smile on the chestnut-haired boy's lips. He slowly took off the rubber gloves on his hands, stared at the boy with caramel-colored eyes, and said slowly:

"This corpse was stolen from me."

As if telling Lan Qiaoyi "today's weather is good", Ding Zizhuo's tone was flat, and he didn't realize anything wrong with what he did.

"This is yours..." The small and white Adam's apple moved slightly, Lan Qiaoyi glanced over the corpse covered in white cloth, and said:

"Is this your audience?"

Ding Zizhuo was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled. It could be seen that the boy was in an unprecedentedly happy mood at this time.

"so smart."

After casually putting the rubber gloves in another vacuum bag, the boy took out a small packet of transparent liquid from his pocket, and with a sound of "呲啦——", the sound of sticky liquid sounded in the other's knuckle-boned hands.

"Don't worry—" Seemingly noticing Lan Qiaoyi's gaze, Ding Zizhuo raised his eyelids and said coaxingly:

"I have to wash myself before I can hug you."

Xiao Meili blushed, and in an instant, the originally chaotic thoughts in his mind "biu—" flew out of the blue sky, his thin white fingers curled up slightly, he gave the boy a somewhat embarrassed look, and then wanted to turn around go out.

But when he took the third step, he was brought into his arms by Ding Zizhuo who was chasing up from behind.

The maroon slightly curly hair swept behind the fair and slender neck, Lan Qiaoyi's figure moved slightly, and he tilted his head to avoid the sudden itching.

The boy spoke at this moment:

"You want to know—where did I find him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the strength of the man in his arms stop slightly, and a hint of success flashed across the boy's eyes.

Lan Qiaoyi has always had a clear understanding of himself, but he is not so stupid that he doesn't understand anything.

Although Ding Zizhuo is a teammate whose ideas can be called crazy, but now, he will not be unclear about what the other party wants to tell him.

"This mental hospital is constantly killing people, right?"

"I will protect you."

A loving voice came from behind.

He was telling himself: If you want to survive, you must obey him obediently.

The other party admitted Lan Qiaoyi's conjecture in a disguised form, and the young man's heart sank slightly.

In the process of getting along with Ding Zizhuo, he did not fail to realize that rather than saying that the other party is conscientiously playing the role of a mental patient because of the task requirements, it is better to say that the boy is enjoying the process of releasing himself under the cover of the task.

He is so dangerous.

"But I don't want to listen."

Ding Zizhuo was slightly taken aback.

The handsome young man turned around, his face was filled with a pair of dark starry eyes, he seemed to feel a little distress, his ruddy lips were slightly pursed, he held the boy's hand, and tilted his head slightly , frowned slightly, and asked with some sadness:

"Maybe, in your heart, I am just an object without self?"

The person in front of him was stunned, and he shook his head subconsciously, but after realizing his actions, he suddenly held the thin white fingertips that were resting on his palm at this time.

Ibsen has a famous play called "A Doll's House". At this time, Ding Zizhuo suddenly felt like the hero in the play:

He wanted to catch his little beauty, but found that the other party was not a bird locked in a golden cage.

"I..." The boy's lips opened and closed, and a trace of bewilderment crossed his face.

This is the first time he wants to take good care of a flower.

Maybe he's doing it the wrong way?

The slender and dense eyelashes were slightly lifted, and there was an invisible rejection amidst the waves.

Gently dealt a heavy blow to Ding Zizhuo's heart.

It was the first time he was rejected, and it was always others who asked for his protection, and there was never a scene where he was pushed away.

"... I am very grateful that you accompanied me today, but," the young man who always had a docile and beautiful appearance opened his red lips, and his moist and hot breath almost spread a rich fragrance in the air.

"Maybe we can only be teammates."

After speaking, Lan Qiaoyi took his hand out of the boy's palm and turned to leave.

"Bata——" the sound of the door being closed sounded, leaving Ding Zizhuo standing there, staring blankly at the palm of his hand.

At this time, Lan Qiaoyi, who was walking outside, suddenly quickened his pace, until he passed the corner, he even started to run.

[Ninety-nine——! ]

[Scanning this layer, route generation... now broadcasting the navigation route for you. ]

Amidst the constant reminders from 039 in his mind, Lan Qiaoyi finally returned to the hospital lobby.

When he stood in the spacious and bright hall, he was even in a trance.

He finally got away from the cold and dark basement and returned to the ground.

The lungs that were a little swollen and sore from running hard were screaming at this moment, and after the nerves relaxed, the exhaustion that swept over him.

He leaned on the wall, walked to an inconspicuous corner, found a seat and sat down.

"Huh—" The young man with red cheeks after strenuous exercise sat alone in a corner, his thin white fingers resting weakly on his knees, his red lips parted slightly, looking exhausted and fragile.

"Why are you here?"

Suddenly, a low voice came from behind.

The slender and beautiful back trembled, and the outline of the Butterfly Valley under the thin hospital gown suddenly appeared, as if it was about to flap its wings to fly.

The frightened young man with a pale and pretty face stood up from the bench in a panic - the nurse on the left looked at him faintly.

"Yes, I'm a little tired, just sit down for a while."

He stumbled and said, and subconsciously smiled at the man.

The man glanced across the boy's blushing cheeks even though they had subsided a little, and finally stopped at the two slightly sunken dimples, paused, and then said:

"Doctor Cen is looking for you."

After finishing speaking, he kept silent again, only a pair of black eyes quietly watching the other party.

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, Cen Wensui's gentle face flashed in his mind, but at the same time, he remembered the fear he would always have when facing a man.

His fiancé was the trigger of his illness.

The young man frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little distressed, but he still politely thanked the man.

Just when Lan Qiaoyi was about to pass the man and go alone, the nurse stopped him.

"Follow me."

"Beep——" the elevator door opened, and Lan Qiaoyi followed the man and stepped into the elevator.

The button for the number "7" was lit, and there were only the two of them in the elevator, and there was silence in the air.

"Ding dong——" Soon, the sound of the elevator arriving, Lan Qiaoyi stepped out of the door first, he wanted to turn around to thank him, but the moment he turned his head, he saw the man's hand stretched out to him.

He was startled, and reflexively wanted to avoid it, but the next second he heard a man's commanding voice:

"do not move."

There was a slight coolness on the neck, as light as being touched by snowflakes, and in the blink of an eye, the slightly cool fingers appeared in front of him again.

Lan Qiaoyi opened his eyes slightly, like a pair of frightened cat pupils.

What the man picked up from his neck was a strand of chestnut hair.

There is even a slight curl at the ends of the hair.

The nurse retreated into the elevator.

That's... the pinkness that had finally subsided had reappeared on the white ears in the hair that was floating and falling.

"Thank you, thank you."

Lan Qiaoyi didn't even dare to look directly at the man in the elevator anymore, he was about to turn around and leave in a panic, but at this moment he heard a voice not far away:

"Jojo, what are you doing?"

His pretty little fiancé's cheeks were flushed, and she bit her lower lip lightly. After hearing her call, she raised her eyes and looked at him blankly.

Cen Wensui's eyes suddenly deepened, and when he spoke again, his voice became a little lower:

"Who were you talking to just now?"

Lan Qiaoyi's heart trembled slightly.