Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

The night was as dark as ink, not a single star could be seen, and even the full moon was covered by layers of dark clouds, leaving only the cold wind blowing gently.

Finally finished writing.

Song Yanchen sat in front of the computer and hit the last period key drowsily.

The reflection from the computer screen reflected on his glasses, making his face look paler and sicker, like a ceramic beauty for people to watch, her pale and watery skin was flushed with cheeks, beautiful and delicate .

The window was half open, and a few gusts of cold wind would blow in from time to time, and even the screens fluttered gently.

A pair of dark eyes stared silently at the room from behind the screen window, like a viper preying on its prey, with both eyes erected in a state of alert.

He stared at the unsuspecting Song Yanchen, greedily and obsessively staring at the other's exposed thighs as if admiring a world-famous painting.

Song Yanchen only wore a pair of black shorts and a white T. His whole body was as white as soaked milk, showing slender and straight legs, and the feet on the white wool carpet. The toes were small and round, bent into an extremely emotional The curvature of the color is like a work carefully crafted by God, which makes people feel itchy.

The man swallowed uncontrollably, and sighed silently.

Hee hee, I really want to lick it.

Song Yanchen closed the document and stretched.

He has not eaten for a day.

Song Yanchen felt the tingling sensation in his stomach after not eating for a long time, got up quickly, stood on tiptoe with difficulty, reached for the instant noodles on the bookcase, his light brown eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The waist is also so soft.

The man squinted his eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, like a hungry diner, eager to pry open the oyster, with undisguised greed.

Song Yanchen touched it for a long time before he suddenly realized that he had already eaten the last bucket of instant noodles yesterday, and the trash was lying on the table and hadn't been thrown away yet.

Song Yanchen looked around and found that the cramped and narrow space was full of miscellaneous things, such as a messy big bed, a sofa full of clothes, matching computer desks and chairs, and second-hand bookcases that he bought with huge sums of money.

The trash can next to the computer desk had been filled long ago, the bucket of instant noodles was thrown all over the floor, and there was no food left in the room.

It has been half a month since he went out last time.

Song Yanchen sniffed, his stomach, which had not eaten for a long time, was wrinkled into a ball, making a silent but stinging resistance.

The man who noticed Song Yanchen's small movements, his eyes darkened and changed.

I'm so rude and don't know how to take care of myself.

Finally, Song Yanchen stood there and hesitated for a long time, as if he had made a big decision, he took out a peaked cap from the cabinet to cover his head, and took out a pair of jeans from the cabinet to start changing.

The man's breathing began to become short and forceful, and the interval between breathing seemed to be filled with forbearance.

Why not close the windows?Are you not afraid of being found out?

The man's face was intoxicated, his eyes greedily and carefully scanned every inch of the young man's skin, and even the corner of his mouth grinned silently with an idiotic smile.

Don't you know that perverts like to stare at people who live alone?

Especially a pretty kid like you.

whee.

After simply disposing of the garbage in the room and bundling it into several bags, Song Yanchen was ready to go out for food.

The moment he opened the door, Song Yanchen unconsciously looked out the window, and met a pair of scarlet eyes.

The latter reacted extremely quickly, and disappeared in place in a flash.

Song Yanchen's expression paused slightly, his eyes blinked innocently, and his face was dull.

Illusion?Did he see someone outside the window just now?But isn't this the thirteenth floor?

Fortunately, Song Yanchen's eyes were a little nearsighted, and he couldn't see very clearly, so he didn't take it too seriously.

He closed the door carefully, ready to go.

The man slowly poked his head out again, looking at the darkened room, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

After a while, he turned into a mass of black shadows, silently blending with the shadow on the wall, and then slowly crawled into the room, squeezed through the crack of the door, and followed Song Yanchen's footsteps.

whee.

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"Boss, I want a bowl of vegetarian noodles." Song Yanchen looked around with some fear, hesitated for a long time, then pointed to the menu slowly, and whispered his needs.

"There are two more people, see you soon,"

Song Yanchen covered his aching stomach, nodded timidly, and stood aside silently, without urging, rubbing his thin white fingers carefully on his chest, looking very reserved.

The black shadow and Song Yanchen's shadow merged together silently, following behind him, carefully and silently watching each other's every move.

Tsk, the ass is really up.

"Fuck, what's in this bowl? Is this a bug?" Suddenly, a diner sitting at the booth slammed the table, making a loud 'bang', and started yelling cursing.

The cry immediately attracted the attention of all the diners in the booth, and everyone's action of holding chopsticks was instantly determined.

Seeing this, the boss became anxious, "Don't talk nonsense, our booth has been open for more than ten years, and we have never been complained about hygiene problems."

The diners immediately argued, with red eyes, they picked out the worms in the bowl, "Look, look, what is this if it's not a worm?"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar. The diners in the booth all gasped, and began to retch when facing the side. What's more, they started shouting "Money back!" The whole scene was in chaos.

The boss panicked for a moment, and the fan stopped doing it. He hurried over to communicate, "Don't talk nonsense, we have surveillance in the store."

Seeing this, the young couple who were originally in front of Song Yanchen frowned immediately, showing a disgusted expression. They didn't even want the finished powder, whispered a few words, then shook their heads and walked away.

Song Yanchen was left alone standing there a little helplessly, his face still pale.

Head dizzy...stomach hurts...

how much longer......

Heiying noticed the change in Song Yanchen's expression, his eyes became colder, and his dark eyes slowly locked on the shouting diners.

damn thing.

In the next second, the diner felt as if he had been slapped by something, and he fell backwards uncontrollably. Even the seat with him fell on the ground because of his funny movements. On the ground, diners threw out a piece of shit.

The people watching the play thought that he had fallen by himself, and immediately burst into laughter.

Even the expression of the stall owner almost failed.

Song Yanchen first glanced at the powder left by the young couple in front of him, and then at the boss who was still arguing. After a moment of hesitation, he picked up the powder and sat in the corner regardless of whether it was dirty or not. , Take a few mouthfuls silently.

Seeing this, Hei Ying heaved a sigh of relief and slowly followed his footsteps.

Suddenly, the black image sensed something, his eyes slowly raised, and his sharp eyes quickly locked on the precarious figure on the height of the building next to him.

His expression changed instantly.

not good!

.......

Only this position is empty.

Song Yanchen held the powder and walked purposefully towards the empty space. Seeing that there was still a meter away, a line of eye-catching red letters suddenly appeared in his field of vision, floating in the air, and a pair of invisible eyes appeared behind him. His hands quickly clasped his waist.

'Don't come here! You'll die!'

Song Yanchen was shocked, holding the powder, and stopped in place for an instant. He first looked behind him with a look of helplessness, but when he found nothing, he looked away again.

The next second, with a loud bang, a huge object fell from the sky, brushed past his body, and hit the ground straight.

The liquid also splashed all over Song Yanchen's body.

The sound was earth-shattering, and even the ground was splashed with dust, and the noisy surroundings were all shut down because of the sudden noise.

"......" Song Yanchen's pupils trembled slightly, his brain seemed to be hit by a white light, hallucinations appeared, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the powder in his hands fell off and fell to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In an instant, the crowd seemed to recover from the daze at the same time. A woman holding a child broke down and screamed, and then everyone around them started to run like crazy. The cry was earth-shattering.

Someone died and jumped off the building.

The deceased was a woman with a knife stuck in her chest.

Song Yanchen's body was very stiff, his legs seemed to be fixed on the ground and he couldn't move away, he slowly turned his head away, his eyes were very red, he stretched out his hand in bewilderment, and touched his face tremblingly.

------It's all blood.

Song Yanchen slowly turned his head, his ears seemed to fail suddenly, he couldn't hear any sound, and he seemed very out of tune with the whole world.

And everything around him seemed to be pressed in slow motion. He could see the stall owner yelling at the phone anxiously, spittle splashing, and he could also see the panicked passers-by backing away one after another, opening and closing their mouths like talking about something......

But the black shadow was stunned at this moment, he stared at Song Yanchen's blood-stained face with a dazed look, and a flash of unthinking amazement flashed in his eyes.

The bright rotten berry color on the young man's face formed a great contrast with his permeable white skin. Under the dim yellow streetlights, his whole body seemed to be glowing, with an indescribable sense of visual impact.

gorgeous......

The biting wind blew past Song Yanchen's ears, and the sudden chill made him shudder uncontrollably, as if he had been woken up from a dream by the force of life, and the noisy voices around him also instantly All the time passed into his ears, and the throbbing feeling of another world lingered in his heart.

Seeing the corpse on the ground with its brains splashed everywhere, and the large intestine slowly flowing out of the cut open stomach, a strong physiological reaction slowly fermented in Song Yanchen's brain, and his body also leaned forward precariously.

Song Yanchen resisted the nausea, pressed his chest tremblingly, took a few steps back, opened the distance between himself and the corpse again, then squatted down and retched frantically.

He was like a dehydrated fish, exhaling quickly and forcefully, the blood all over his body was sinking, and even his heart was beating wildly like a derailed train, as if it would rush out of his chest in the next second.

The original scarlet letter also slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant, like a beach washed by waves, and everything returned to calm.

Instead, a piece of washed white characters floated slowly before Song Yanchen's eyes.

'Why do you look so good-looking even when you're scared? '

"You are so curvy, you look more rounded when you squat down"

'I really want to eat you in one bite'

'.........'

........

One after another, filled with all kinds of obscene language, and obscenities like idiots.

What the hell is this?It saved me?

But if he didn't stop his footsteps just now, he didn't dare to imagine the result.

Song Yanchen trembled faster and faster, his fine eyelashes fluttered in a panic and silently.

Intense and multiple visual shocks continued to ferment at this moment, and the pain from his stomach was like a twisted rag, crumpled into a ball, making him unable to breathe.

Finally, he rolled his eyes, and couldn't bear the stimulation anymore, his knees were weak and limp, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Seeing that he was about to fall heavily to the ground, Song Yanchen dazedly saw a tall figure suddenly appearing beside him, grabbing him into his arms.

But he was so dizzy that he felt himself falling into a cold and powerful embrace. Before he could look at the other person's face, he closed his eyes and passed out.

The man firmly hugged Song Yanchen, who was covered in blood, into his arms. He glanced at the woman's corpse with warm blood on the ground with his innocent and cold eyes, and the corner of his mouth was slightly sneering.

The man's bony hands brushed against Song Yanchen's outline, and his slightly callused fingertips silently wiped the blood on his face.

Good boy.

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The author has something to say:

The visual sense of a whole big bt, hahahahahaha

(The other one didn't abandon the pit, I'm just too busy, and I will resume updating soon)