Human dimension reduction

The edge of the thin snow-white cloth has a circle of ruffle-like folds, and the rubber band is more than two inches above the wrist, hidden under the sleeves of the clothes, completely covering all possible exposed skin.

Lan Yin's fingers gently penetrated into the tight gap between the rubber band and the skin, and the touch of the human body fed back information to his brain along the fingertips. Lan Yin's heart sank before his sight touched the body under the fabric. .

The mortician's skill is the most important thing. Every mortician regards his hands as treasures and uses various methods to maintain his hands. Lan Yin is also unavoidable, and more than half of his excellent talent comes from these god-given hands. , in addition to the slender bones and perfect shape of the hands, the touch of his hands is very sensitive, so sensitive that he can close his eyes and touch a silk thread missing from the silk.

And the tactile feedback from his fingers made Lan Yin, who was emotionally insensitive, couldn't help but change color.

The surface of the skin under his hands is uneven, roughly rubbed against the soft fingertips, and the hideous and terrifying scar shapes are listed one by one. Lan Yin suddenly doesn't want to look at it anymore, but his instinct is more important than his thoughts. Taking a quick step, he took off the fluffy snow-white gloves and dropped them on the bed.

Lan Yin's dark pupils suddenly constricted.

It was a pair of horrible hands, most of the flesh and blood disappeared abruptly, a thin layer of dead wood-like muscles and muscles were dryly attached to the phalanges, and layers of hideous scars clung to the wrists along the back of the hands, like greed. The evil beast devoured the plump and plump flesh all the way, and there were cuts and chisels everywhere it passed. These can't be counted as hands, but bare bones showing their original shape.

Lan Yin stared at it blankly, his hand was still under it, compared with his beautiful and slender hand, Lorraine's hand looked even more terrifying, like a jade carving holding up a decayed dead branch, anyone who saw it Seeing this kind of comparison can't help frowning, lamenting the extreme beauty and ugliness.

The mortician is probably one of the people who has seen the most scars of all kinds. Lan Yin can instinctively see the origin of these hideous injuries without even looking carefully. It is the trace of the blade of a sharp weapon, and the edge of the knife is even blunt. , You have to goug and cut hard to cut off the flesh, one knife at a time, one knife at a time...

It takes a lot of effort to...

Who is it? !

How could he, how dare he...

"Who is it?" Lan Yin's voice was as soft as a whisper.

Lorraine tilted her head and stared at him quietly, her eyes were calm, without any embarrassment or resentment, and said calmly: "My patient—"

He paused, as if lost in memory, and suddenly laughed again: "But I cured them."

When he said these words, his face contorted for a brief moment, and a kind of crazy and morbid joy flashed across his face, and even those blue eyes became gloomy and gloomy. The contrast between Li's snow-white skin and dark red lips is shocking, like saprophytic flowers growing in the mud, with the ultimate beauty of death.

Lan Yin lowered her head, still holding Lorraine's hand in a daze, until the other party picked up the glove that fell on the quilt, and put it on slowly for herself, Lan Yin suddenly came back to her senses, and grabbed the glove without even thinking about it. Double deformed hands.

The gloves were knocked off by his sudden movement, and the pale blue eyes looked up in surprise, silently expressing inquiries.

Lan Yin's mind was full of mud, and she held her breath and thought for a while before suddenly asking: "Are they... are they still alive? Do they have names? Where is their address?"

Lorraine stared at him for a while: "Are you going to kill someone for me?"

Without waiting for Lan Yin to answer, he quickly answered the call himself, as if refusing to listen to his response: "Even if you think you will never have this chance, I have already cured them, and they are all very, very healthy. "

This answer is somewhat irrelevant, and it is a bit creepy when you look at it carefully.

Lan Yin held that pair of frighteningly bony hands in his palms, and didn't know what to do for a while, so he was stunned for a while, then followed his instinct and lowered his head in a state of fascination.

——A kiss as light as the flapping of butterfly wings fell on the ugly palm with twisted flesh and muscles.

The smile in Lorraine's eyes disappeared.

He stared straight at the top of Lan Yin's head, as if he saw some strange and incomprehensible magical and rare creature.

"what do you mean?"

Lorraine asked coldly.

"Are you showing me sympathy? You don't have to. I'm not the kind of guy who wants pity. Those idiots will end up worse. Maybe you'll think I'm ruthless after seeing them."

Lan Yin accepted his barbed words well, picked up the dropped glove and put it on carefully for him, smoothing out the wrinkles on the fabric, pulling it to the wrist and hiding it under the sleeve.

After both gloves were put on, Lan Yin held Lorraine's thin wrist, suddenly lowered her head and laughed.

This laughter is very strange, as if squeezed out of the trachea and chest cavity, soaked in pure joy, intermittent, with a taste of madness, especially in the dim light of the room, coupled with this laughter, it is almost the same as a morbid murder in a horror movie The prelude to madness doesn't make any difference.

Qiao Zhou narrowed his eyes, silently speechless.

It's bad, the social fearful baby he met, doesn't seem to be as cute and easy to deceive as he appears on the surface?

Lan Yin raised a face with an exaggerated smile. This expression was very inconsistent on his face, and it gave chills down the spine just looking at it.

He climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Qiao Zhou, his black pupils were shining, filled with fragments of transparent light, he gently held Qiao Zhou's cheek with both hands, and leaned closer tentatively, like an innocent cat. Literally rubbing hands with his master.

"Lorraine, Lorraine, I'm so happy..." He giggled, and the sound of the laughter was vaguely mixed in his throat, "How did you get revenge on them? Did you kill them? Did you chop them up? ? Lorraine, Lorraine... I'm so happy..."

Lan Yin spoke incoherently in excitement, his cheeks flushed abnormally, the cold temperament of the flower of the high mountain was overshadowed by the more disordered inhumanity, now he is no different from a pathological neuropathy addicted to dreams: "I am so happy Happy..."

He opened his eyes wide, a tear fell from the moist eye socket, and slid down his cheek: "I thought you were a spotless fairy, I tried so hard to pretend... you like that kind of person, don't you? You are pure-hearted and ignorant of worldly affairs—" —Lorraine, Lorraine..."

He tossed and turned and only called this name over and over again, his voice trembling.

Qiao Zhou was expressionless, and sounded the alarm in his heart.

This wave, this wave...is it actually a pairing? !

Lan Yin's acting skills are really amazing, he didn't see any flaws at all, and he never believed that it was because of his poor eyesight, the only explanation is that Lan Yin is really good at acting, and he showed It is true that a large part of the stuff is not adulterated.

The highest state of lies is falsehood.

So from this point of view, Lan Yin is actually a taciturn and unsociable... hidden pervert?

"I'm so afraid that you hate me, so I don't dare to say a lot to you...Lorraine, it's not that you can't accept me like this, can you?"

Lan Yin's long and narrow phoenix eyes were wide open, and the tails of his eyes were morbidly red, and thanks to his good looks, even with such an expression, he still possessed a beauty that no one else could match.

He is always attracted by death and blood. When he sees the dead bodies in different shapes, he has no regrets or sympathy, only a little joy. He longs to be close to death, longs to touch the cold corpses and pale faces hole.

His father taught him the impermanence of human relations, the awe of life and death, and the distinction between good and evil, but he still couldn't understand the meaning of it. What is there to be afraid of in life and death?Death is not a bad thing. People cannot live without killing and being killed. If they want to live, they must deprive other things of their lives.

But he gradually realized that this was abnormal for him. He didn't know good and evil, didn't distinguish between life and death, and didn't understand love. Before his father died, he stared at him with fearful eyes. It's such a heartless monster.

A monster...a monster, he was a monster.

But he didn't want Lorraine to be afraid of him.

So the monster disguised himself meticulously, using a shy smile to cover up his sick eyes, and using words as precious as gold to cover up his inappropriate words. As long as he did less, he made fewer mistakes, so that Lorraine could stay by his side longer and more. longer.

Until he found out that the person he was facing was not as spotless as he thought.

Lorraine also killed people and indulged the evil thoughts in his heart. If this is the case, then what is he worried about?

They are all monsters that cannot be tolerated by the world!

Qiao Zhou felt the bitterness of being capsized like never before.

The well-behaved and deceitful little cutie is gone, replaced by a madman, who is only one step away from clearing the level to get the props, the game planner clicked and opened the hidden branch, which is still a dark hidden branch, Qiao Zhou felt that he was a little short of breath smooth.

He regretted it.

He shouldn't be so nice and angry. I'll talk about you first and then I'll talk about it. He should just pay Lan Yin out and then go to his house to rummage through the boxes. It's rare that he was forced to capsize when he followed the rules. Where can he reason?

So what to do now?Get rid of Lan Yin and find clues on your own?still……

Qiao Zhou and Lan Yin looked at each other for a moment, a pair of cornflower blue eyes that were naturally affectionate and extremely gentle, his expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand to press Lan Yin's head, and inserted his fingertips into the smooth black hair. Hair, and Lan Yin looked at each other and smiled: "How could I hate you? After all, you like me so much."

——Of course, it is to continue acting. Isn’t the excitement of the game the joy of hanging by a thread?

Lan Yin slightly clasped Lorraine's hand rubbing her hair, turned her face and gently rubbed the palm of that hand, and said with a smile in her voice, "Yes, yes, I really like you."

Qiao Zhou calmly stopped, and didn't try to touch the back of his neck, which is the vital point of the human body. Obviously, Lan Yin no longer pretended to be stupid after both of them took off their masks.

But it doesn't matter, this face-to-face attack is more interesting, isn't it? Knowing that there is a trap ahead, he still can't help but step into it. If Lan Yin chose to use liking as a breakthrough to restrain Qiao Zhou, then he really chose the wrong battlefield.

If monsters insist on putting on warm skins like humans, they can only wait to be eaten alive.

The two handsome young men sat on the bed and looked at each other with unrevealed affection in their eyes.