The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

Late at night, the dew was heavy, and the temperature in the back mountain was close to zero.

Xie Xingzhou woke up from the cold. When he woke up, the down jacket on his body had been taken off, and he was only wearing a thin sweater.

He struggled for his wrist, only to find that his hands were tied behind his back on a wooden bench, and his ankles were also tied with hemp rope.

Surrounded by a dilapidated wooden house, not far from him were painted wooden tables and benches, the tabletops were covered with dust, and there were many old red candles standing in the middle, which were arranged in strange shapes. It looks very weird.

Xie Xingzhou felt pain in the back of his neck. He shook his aching head, closed his cloudy eyes, and opened them again after the fundus cleared.

He saw a person standing behind the wooden table with his back to him, holding a ceramic pot, watering it around.

"Aunt Duan?" Xie Xingzhou looked at the person half hidden in the shadow in surprise, and called her out in disbelief.

Duan Jingcheng ignored him, and continued to sprinkle the pottery jars around, and finished watering the southwest corner of the wooden house all the way.

Then she turned around with a sullen face, and continued to sprinkle slowly along the way, until she was in front of Xie Xingzhou.

A pungent smell penetrated into his nostrils, Xie Xingzhou was startled, and looked at the can in Duan Jingcheng's hand - it was filled with gasoline.

"Aunt Duan, what are you doing?" Xie Xingzhou tried his best to shake his body, knocking the wooden stool under him, trying to wake up Duan Jingcheng.

"Aunt Duan, are you still awake? Everyone is looking for you, I'm Xingzhou, look at me..."

Duan Jingcheng still ignored him, and she didn't stop in the house until the gasoline in the can was spilled, and she said to herself: "Next step, what to do next... I forgot, I can't forget , what's the next step..."

Her words gradually became agitated, and she began to rummage around frantically, and finally found a booklet in a corner.

The light in the wooden house was dim, and Duan Jingcheng couldn't read the words on the booklet clearly, so she walked around the open space in front of Xie Xingzhou anxiously.

"Aunt Duan, don't worry, show me for you." Xie Xingzhou calmed down and guided Duan Jingcheng to put down his guard step by step.

Duan Jingcheng really looked over and glared at him with round eyes: "Can you see clearly? Read it to me!"

"...Okay, give it to me." Xie Xingzhou nodded cautiously, nervously watching Duan Jingcheng approaching him step by step.

Duan Jingcheng held the booklet tightly and leaned over, and spread out the pages for Xie Xingzhou to read.

Xie Xingzhou used the faint candlelight to carefully identify the ant-sized text on the booklet, and found that it was just a science fiction short story. It was written about an ancient tribe who sacrificed the living to the dead and prayed for the resurrection of those who were burned to death. Arcana.

Sacrifice... red candles on the table, gasoline on the ground, living people...

Xie Xingzhou was so shocked that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Read it to me!" Duan Jingcheng suddenly yelled at him.

Xie Xingzhou held his breath and forced himself to calm down again.

"Aunt Duan, let me go first, I'm inconvenient now, I'll read to you after you let go, okay?"

"No!" Duan Jingcheng immediately vetoed him, muttering, "He said he can't let him go. If he lets go, my son won't be able to come back..."

"He? Who is he?" A face wearing a peaked cap flashed in his mind, and Xie Xingzhou seemed to have guessed something.

Duan Jingcheng stopped talking, and walked alone to the candle on the table with the booklet staggeringly, and began to read it with difficulty.

The figure at the table was lonely and crazy, Duan Jingcheng's appearance was obviously brainwashed and unable to wake up, Xie Xingzhou closed his eyes in despair.

At this time, the mobile phone in his trousers pocket kept vibrating. He guessed that it was Meng Siyi and Jiang Muye who couldn't find anyone. Everyone was working hard to search and rescue...

No, he can't sit still.

Xie Xingzhou took a deep breath, reorganized his words and spoke to Duan Jingcheng: "Aunt Duan, I know where your son is, how about I take you to find him?"

"No need..." Duan Jingcheng laughed, turned to look at Xie Xingzhou and said, "I also know where my son is, I'm just waiting for him, when he comes, we can be reunited..."

"Where are you coming from? Here?" Duan Jize probably doesn't know about the nursing home, so the son Duan Jingcheng is talking about should not be Duan Jize.

Xie Xingzhou followed Duan Jingcheng's words to delay time, and groped with his bound hands trying to untie the rope.

"My son will be here soon..." Duan Jingcheng was still talking to himself, picking up a candle on the table.

Xie Xingzhou looked at her with trepidation, knowing that if that candle fell into the gasoline-filled ground, the wooden house would definitely be destroyed in the flames.

He couldn't help speeding up his self-rescue movements, but the binding method was very professional, and he couldn't untie it at all.

And Duan Jingcheng was sitting in front of the open wooden door with a candle, staring closely at the deep forest outside the wooden house, waiting expectantly.

Time passed by, the red candle was burning slowly, and the melted wax dripped down Duan Jingcheng's fingers.

No one in the wooden house made a sound, only the shallow breathing of the two of them, and the sound of the wind outside.

I don't know how long it has been like this, but half of the red candle has been burned.

At this time, Duan Jingcheng suddenly stood up from the stool, looked at the light outside the door, and shouted excitedly: "My son, my son is here, he didn't lie to me...he didn't lie to me..."

"Aunt Duan, who's here?" Xie Xingzhou nervously watched the candle in Duan Jingcheng's hand rippling with her movements.

Duan Jingcheng was so excited that she burst into tears, she had no time to care about Xie Xingzhou, she turned around and ran back to the wooden table filled with red candles, laughing at the open fire on the table.

Xie Xingzhou realized what she was going to do, and hurriedly stopped her: "No, Aunt Duan, you can't do this, no matter what that person told you, it was a lie to you, calm down..."

At the same time, Xie Xingzhou heard someone calling his name outside the wooden house, the voice was wrapped in the cold winter wind, but it was still very familiar.

It was Jiang Muye who came to find him.

Xie Xingzhou was dazzled by the criss-crossing candlelight in front of his eyes, and he finally understood the intention of the person behind the scenes—instigating Duan Jingcheng and kidnapping him were not the ultimate goal, the ultimate goal was to lure Jiang Muye over, and then logically borrow Duan Jingcheng's hand murder.

"do not want!"

The flames in front of him shot up instantly, and the gasoline on the ground was swallowed by the flames bit by bit, forming a fine net between Xie Xingzhou and Duan Jingcheng, separating them on both sides of a wall of fire.

After Duan Jingcheng swept the candles to the ground, she just sat on the wooden bench, showing no sign of fear, but smiling happily at the growing flames in front of her.

Xie Xingzhou didn't have much gasoline here, and although the flames were big, they didn't spread over immediately, but Duan Jingcheng's side was extremely dangerous, and even the beams of the house were touched by flames.

"No... Aunt Duan..."

Xie Xingzhou watched helplessly as the fire broke out around Duan Jingcheng. He tried his best to lift the stool to stand up and tried to rush over to save others, but he was bound tightly and fell to the ground after only taking two steps.

There was severe pain in his knee, but he didn't notice it, and kept crawling forward, trying to use the burning fire to burn off the rope on his body, and then go to save people.

"Thank you Xingzhou!"

Jiang Muye, who was outside the house, quickly found him with the flash of fire. He broke into the wooden house, and saw Xie Xingzhou who was bound and fell to the ground at a glance.

The house was full of raging fire, just like the one in the game city back then.

Jiang Muye was once again exposed to such a scene, and suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, and his fingertips trembled unconsciously.

But seeing Xie Xingzhou's pained face from the smoke, he forgot all hesitation and fear. He almost knelt beside Xie Xingzhou, picked him up from the ground together with the stool, and ran out of the house.

"Xingzhou, how are you..."

Jiang Muye put Xie Xingzhou on a grass field far away from the fire, then wiped off the dirt on Xie Xingzhou's face with his hands, and called his name worriedly.

Xie Xingzhou's head was choked by the smoke, and he finally breathed in the fresh air in the forest. He coughed and woke up.

After waking up, he immediately turned his head to look at the wooden house where the fire was raging, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm fine, Aunt Duan...she's still inside, let someone rescue her..."

"I know, don't worry, you just wait for me here, Zhang Bo and the others will lead people to find here soon." Jiang Muye took Xie Xingzhou into his arms, hugged him tightly, and kissed him at the corner of his eyes.

The fire in the wooden house not far away had spread to a large area, and there was even the sound of the beams collapsing. Jiang Muye let go of Xie Xingzhou and stood up.

Realizing that Jiang Muye wanted to turn back, Xie Xingzhou's heart trembled, and he wanted to grab his clothes, but found that his hands and feet were still tied and he couldn't move at all.

"Jiang Muye, what are you doing, you untie me..."

Jiang Muye was unmoved, just bent over and covered his eyes with a smile.

"If you're scared, just close your eyes, dear."

Xie Xingzhou struggled violently.

"Jiang Muye! You don't need to save me, you untie me!"

Jiang Muye took a deep look at him, turned around and broke into the wooden house that had turned into a sea of ​​flames without looking back.

The tall figure was quickly covered by the bright flames and merged into one.

"Jiang Muye, you are crazy..."

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the flames were getting more and more dazzling. Xie Xingzhou closed his eyes almost in despair.

One side of the cabin had collapsed, and the sound of every piece of wood falling hit the tip of his heart.

Xie Xingzhou stared at the only exit of the wooden house with red eyes and remained motionless until he saw Jiang Muye bent slightly, holding the unconscious Duan Jingcheng out of the flames.

He finally seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and he was so happy that he fell numbly to the ground.

Jiang Muye's black clothes were covered with stains, and several places were burnt.He put the unconscious Duan Jingcheng on the grass next to Xie Xingzhou, and found that the people around him were staring at him.

"Jiang Muye, you..." Xie Xingzhou's eyes greedily traced Jiang Muye's real appearance, and the words of concern were already on his lips.

Jiang Muye wiped off the dirt on his face, and smiled at Xie Xingzhou: "I'm lucky, I'm fine."

"It's fine." Xie Xingzhou's nose was sour, and he lowered his head to cover the heat in the corners of his eyes.

He quickly turned his head to look at Duan Jingcheng, and asked, "How is Aunt Duan? Is she injured?"

"No burns, just inhaled some harmful gas, Zhang Bo will be here soon, don't worry." Jiang Muye comforted him, then walked over and half knelt in front of him, stretched out his hand to untie the rope on his hand.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Muye looked at Xie Xingzhou's torn wrist with distress, and lowered his head to give him a blow with his mouth.

Xie Xingzhou withdrew his hand in shame, "I'm fine."

"But my heart hurts." Jiang Muye didn't let go, but looked at him with burning eyes, the love in his eyes was ready to come out.

Xie Xingzhou turned his face away, his heart was beating violently.

Seeing him dodging, Jiang Muye couldn't help laughing at himself, bowed his head and carefully untied the rope on his feet.

However, before he untied it, he was exhausted and fell towards Xie Xingzhou.

Xie Xingzhou was startled, and hurriedly hugged his back to catch him.

"what happened to you?"

Jiang Muye snorted, leaning on Xie Xingzhou's shoulder with all his weight.

It was only then that Xie Xingzhou felt that his hands were all sticky. He realized something, and carefully moved the hand on Jiang Muye's back.

Jiang Muye immediately snorted again.

Xie Xingzhou froze, and slowly raised his hand, only to see that the palm of his hand was stained with blood, and there were even burnt clothes and fallen flesh.

Jiang Muye was obviously seriously injured, but he couldn't tell because he was wearing all black clothes.

"It's okay, the beam fell down just now, I blocked it, it's not serious..." Jiang Muye's voice was hoarse and weak, he pinched Xie Xingzhou's palm and comforted him.

"Not serious?" Xie Xingzhou's eyes turned hot, and his voice was already crying, "Jiang Muye...do you think I'm a fool?"

"Aren't you just a little fool, why are you crying?"

Jiang Muye propped himself up, wiped away the tears from Xie Xingzhou's face, and said with a smile: "I owe her and Duan Jize this, it's just a burden on you..."

Jiang Muye's hands were full of stains, the more he wiped Xie Xingzhou's face, the dirtier it became.

He simply withdrew his hand, and his voice was low: "I asked you before, if you were Duan Jingcheng, would you forgive me, you said you would not blame me, but you could not accept me, I know this is human nature, these years I also blamed myself for this and took care of Duan Jingcheng in every possible way, but I know that Duan Jize's experience in the past few years cannot be made up for by me casually. Hate me, don't want to see me, then disappear..."

Jiang Muye couldn't help coughing at this point, the cough involved the damaged inside, and he coughed up a hand full of blood.

He hurriedly hid his hands and laughed: "I just don't know if I still have a chance to meet you secretly."

If Xie Xingzhou didn't want to see him, he could just peek outside the window of Xie Xingzhou's self-study for a while like he did this month.

But if...

Jiang Muye was seriously injured, and his Tibetan hands were not moving smoothly, Xie Xingzhou saw it all.

He grabbed Jiang Muye's wrist suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "Jiang Muye, who made you decide on your own, when did I say I don't want to see you..."

However, Jiang Muye didn't hold back, and passed out before he could speak, unable to hear his final confession.

"Jiang Muye!"

Jiang Muye collapsed in his arms covered in injuries, Xie Xingzhou was really scared, he knew that this was no longer the dishonesty that Jiang Muye used to lie to others, and he could no longer just say a few words of provocative words to make him feel ashamed. people wake up.

He cried silently and shivered in the cold wind holding Jiang Muye in his arms.

Until Zhang Bo brought people up, there was a huge group of people, some commanded, some put out the fire, some rescued...

Xie Xingzhou felt dazed amidst the noise of people coming and going, as if he had a thrilling dream.

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