After being scummed by four men

Ryosuke left.

He Zecheng didn't sleep all night, and sat on the bed blankly, watching the drawn curtains darken and lighten again, he got up slowly, moved his body, and went downstairs like a walking dead.

He went to the entrance to put on his shoes. It was December 2004, the last month of the second semester of Miyagi Junior High, and he still had to go to school.

After he put on his shoes, he numbly felt the biting cold wind blowing on his face. He straightened up, but as soon as he opened his legs, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

He felt his heart beating faster and faster, and the blood rushed from bottom to top like a rushing river, making him dizzy, and the scene in front of him began to be in a trance.

Then there was anxiety and fear permeating from all the limbs, they quickly covered his whole body like ants, and began to bite.

"——" He Zecheng opened his mouth and let out a silent moan.A lot of sweat oozed from his forehead, cheeks and even his whole body, making him look like he was suddenly drenched by rain.

My whole body hurts, it hurts, especially my head.He Zecheng tried to raise his hand to touch his head, but his muscles were sore and weak, and he couldn't move a finger at all, so he could only lie quietly on the ground.

Then someone picked him up.

"What? Withdrawal reaction??" Knotweed Wasuke's face darkened.

Ever since Xiaocheng yelled at him in a bad mood that day, he has been very worried about Xiaocheng's situation, for fear that something might happen to him.

As a result, when he went out for a walk this morning with Hisuhito in his arms, he happened to see Xiao Cheng laying motionless on the ground, but that "Koizumi Junko" was missing, and his heart skipped a beat...

problem occurs.

The doctor thought that the knotweed Wasuke didn't understand what he meant, so he explained to him:

"Withdrawal reaction is a kind of mental and psychological disease. It is an adaptive rebound caused by sudden withdrawal of drugs after long-term medication. The withdrawal symptoms caused by different drugs are also different, and generally show symptoms that are opposite to the effects of the drugs used. "

"Looking at his behavior, I'm not sure what kind of drug he is taking."

"I suggest that you do a vomit test, because the first step in the main treatment for withdrawal symptoms is to slowly withdraw the addictive drug. We must first determine which drug he is taking."

At this time, Knotweed Wasuke only thought that Junko Koizumi took some bad medicine with Makoto, so he didn't think too much, just nodded with an ugly face, and checked Makoto.

However, nothing was found out, no matter how much Polygonum cuspidatum Wasuke asked, the doctor who performed the test just shook his head:

"He was not on any medication."

The doctor who advised them to go for the test heard the test results, and patiently asked him if He Zecheng had any bad habits such as smoking and drinking. road:

"Are you his guardian?"

Knotweed Wasuke nodded.

The He Ze couple had no other blood relatives in China, and other neighbors refused to accept him because of He Ze Cheng's "cursed eyes", so after the He Ze Cheng couple left He Ze Cheng to go abroad, the community transferred the guardianship When it comes to him, he will be He Zecheng's guardian.

The doctor looked at Kozuwawasuke with a very strange look, and then he seemed to try his best to express it tactfully, and said slowly:

"I suggest you go to a psychiatric hospital for further treatment."

Knotweed Wasuke seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue.

At the same time, in a secluded mansion somewhere, Kong Shiyu was reporting work to Ling Suo.

While reporting to work, he sneaked away on errands, wondering whether he would be silenced, when his boss suddenly turned around and left.

Kong Shiyu:? ? ?

Second Monk Kong Shiyu couldn't figure it out, but he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't dare to look for it. He just stood there obediently, like a little chicken.

Rensuo endured the sudden burst of emotion in his heart, and forced himself to leave Kong Shiyu quickly.He stumbled to the bathroom, and after closing the door, he slammed onto the sink.

Yansuo grabbed his chest with his right hand, hoping to relieve the intense pain and soreness.

However it didn't work.

Not only that, loneliness, the coldness of loneliness slowly enveloped his whole body like a slowly spiraling mist.

bang, bang, bang...

His heartbeat suddenly slowed down, and he began to palpitate after another, which made him breathless, and he grabbed his throat hard.

His whole body was drenched with sweat, and his vision was blurred by the glued eyelashes.

He looked at himself in the mirror in a daze, but his heart became clearer and clearer after a while:

"Withdrawal reaction."

For thousands of years, he has also seen what drug addicts look like, and what they look like after they stop taking drugs, so he knows this concept.

And this incident has completely confirmed a fact.

——He is addicted to He Zecheng.

On December 2004, 12, Knotweed Wasuke sent Makoto Kazawa back to the Kazawa residence. Because He Zecheng insisted on going back after waking up, Knotweed Wasuke had nothing to do with him, so he had to go back after taking care of him for a while. .

He couldn't stay for too long, and he had to pick up Youren, who was staying at the neighbor's place.

He Zecheng stared at the ceiling with sour eyes, and tears were rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and the lit screen displayed:

[Junko Koizumi]

[Connecting...]

It is the twelfth day of the winter month in the lunar calendar, and the night sky has become lonelier and deeper than before. In the empty mansion, only Lisuo is sitting in the darkness of the living room, listening to the cold wind outside. Roaring over the roofs, slapping the windows.

Ryosuke couldn't sleep.

He felt the convulsions in his stomach, calmly thinking about his great cause, thinking about how much work he has handled, how much progress has been made, and how many people have been killed since April this year...

He tried his best to ignore his own strangeness, and told himself that if he was named Lisuo, he must take on the mission of leading all sentient beings out of the suffering of the six realms of perdition.

The optimization of mana power is the means by which he completes his mission.

He has been working hard for this for thousands of years, and has made countless preparations without interruption.

Absolutely not, because a non-magician gave up.

Then he got a call.

No one has ever called Ronso, because he was born in the Heiankyo era and he didn't like to use technological items such as mobile phones, so he naturally didn't have such things as a phone number.

He Zecheng is an exception.

Yan Suo watched silently as the phone screen went on and off, and then on after it went dark, and finally answered the phone with jerky movements.

"When will you come back?" On the other end of the phone, the boy's voice was unexpectedly calm, as if they hadn't broken up.

"..." Li Suo pursed his lips, "I won't come back again" the words twirled around his mouth, but when he said it, it became, "It will be a long, long time."

The boy on the other end of the phone laughed softly as if he was sobbing: "How long is a long time?"

"You understand what I mean." After Yan Suo said lightly, his chest suddenly became stuffy, so stuffy that he almost wanted to gasp for breath immediately.

"Do you know that I'm suffering right now?" The boy's sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone.

However, Yan Suo's voice sounded extremely cold: "I don't know."

The two were silent for a moment.

"Don't you love me?" The boy said first, his voice sounded painful and puzzled, "Why do you still have to leave?"

"Because you are hindering me." Ron Suo said lightly, feeling a kind of upset at the same time, "I'm not a brat like you, I have nothing else to do except go to school, I'm very busy, I have to race against time, catch every minute Only one chance can have a slim chance of success."

The boy's voice sounded aggrieved and angry: "I never bothered you when you approved the documents!"

"You disturbed my thinking." Li Suo emphasized each word, with a sticky obscurity in his voice, "Because of you, I can't think at all, and even put myself in danger, thinking that I might die No matter how indifferent, becoming careless about the completion of the great cause—”

"You occupy all my thoughts!" When Yan Suo said this, his tone was tinged with traces of anger, "I can only think to capture you, to occupy you!"

"Jealous for you, mad for you, die for you..." Ron Suo said, pinching the phone tightly, almost gnashing his teeth, "So, what else do you want?"

The boy's rapid breathing came from the phone. After a moment of silence, the boy said softly, "I still want you to come back."

Li Suo paused for breath, and then an uncontrollable ecstasy swept through his body, he felt that every cell in his body was urging him to "go to see him" "go to see him"...

"I, no, can." Li Suo paused word by word with difficulty.

"I miss you." The boy said softly.

"Stop talking." Yan Suo tremblingly picked up the phone and tried to hang up, but was a step too late. Those words rang softly in his ears, but pushed him heavily into the abyss.

He heard the boy's voice coming from the phone softly and clearly into his ears:

"—If you come back, I will reward you."

"!" Ling Suo's phone almost fell to the ground, he endured the beating of his heart that made him almost dizzy, and said with difficulty, "You, say, what, what?"

Damn, this brat is so damn smart, he learns so damn fast!

Yan Suo felt his arrogance roaring angrily in his body, but his mind slowly succumbed like a willow branch hanging down flexibly.

"I hate you! Makoto He Ze! I hate you!" Sensuo yelled at him desperately feeling his own changes.

But the boy kept laughing sadly on the other end of the phone:

"I love you Junko, I really love you."

"—I love you so much that I want to go to hell with you."

When Japanese knotweed came to check on He Zecheng the next day, he found that he had improved.

The doctor suggested that it is best to go to a psychiatric hospital, and his illness improved overnight, making Japanese knotweed a little confused for a while, whether he was misdiagnosed by a quack doctor yesterday.

Anyway, it's good to be better, Knotabazu Wasuke sighed in his heart, and hoped that troublesome Koizumi Junko would never come back again.

During the period, Shuta Murase, that baby-faced friend looked at him worriedly because he took sick leave yesterday.

"Brother Cheng, can you stop laughing like that." Murase Hideta shuddered, then rubbed his arms violently, "Your smile is really penetrating!"

Since last night, He Zecheng has been wearing a sweet smile on his face, that is, those light golden double pupils seem to have lost their highlights, giving people a dark and miserable feeling.

"No, I'm waiting for someone, I must let her see my smile as soon as possible." He Zecheng said in a light and joyful tone.

"Could it be Koizumi, right? The horrible sour smell!" Hideta vomited pretendingly, then hurriedly got up to say goodbye for fear of disturbing them. Pollution, I don’t want to see any mess.”

"roll roll roll."

On the evening of December 12th, Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve is the day when angels announced the birth of Christ to everyone. Later, people began to imitate the angels and spread the news of the birth of the Savior everywhere, and later it evolved into an activity of reporting good news.

And tonight there will be no saints, only demons.

A pair of cold star-like pupils appeared in the boundless snow, and immediately after that, the figure of a slender and tall man appeared in front of him very clearly.

The man's skin was cold and pale, his hair reached his waist, and his braids hung down on both sides of his cheeks. Thin snowflakes were dotted on his hair and sinister eyebrows and eyes. Even the messy kimono was covered with a lot of snow flakes.

He looked travel and dusty, as if he had been on his way since that night, and had never rested for a moment in order to meet him.

The man stood in front of him, staring at him fiercely with the eyes of a viper staring at a bird.

With a smile on his face, He Zecheng lingered on his upturned eyes, half-closed eyes and mean thin lips, and said softly, "Actually, you are a man, right?"

"You just know?" Yan Suo sneered disdainfully when he heard the words, "It's too late to regret it now!"

As he said, he raised his hand to touch his chin, raised his face slightly, and put it at an angle that was convenient for him to kiss:

"Let me charge some interest first, I haven't seen you for a whole day."

"I didn't do it, why?" He Zecheng pretended to be dissatisfied, but with his jaw pinched, it sounded more like he was acting like a baby.

"Do you think you can object?" The man sneered, then lowered his head and kissed her hard.

He Zecheng deliberately avoided the man's pursuit between his lips and tongue, and soon he felt the man's anger, sarcasm, and even a little grievance, and finally, it was the despair that satisfied him.

The man entangled his lips and tongue in retaliation, until he kissed him until he started begging for mercy.

The man let go of him, picked him up angrily, and walked into the house: "Where's my reward? I want it now!"

"Just prepare for me and reward me well!"

In an abandoned factory building, a black-haired, white-clothed, almost human-shaped curse spirit moved slowly and slowly put a stack of photos into a cabinet in the corner, and then his hair suddenly elongated, piercing the cabinet across the board.

After doing all this, it turned its head expectantly to look at the skinny man standing with arms crossed.

The skinny man walked over and opened the cabinet. There were a bunch of photos scattered inside the cabinet. There was a girl with fair hair in the photo. The girl's eyes were upturned and her eyes were cold. The rest could not be seen clearly, because every photo was covered by the curse spirit. Most of the hair was destroyed, and the whole picture could not be seen clearly.

"Good job." The skinny man praised the curse spirit expressionlessly, then went out for a while, and then dragged in a man in a suit and glasses who kept screaming and crying bitterly.

He threw the man with glasses to the curse spirit, and the curse spirit let out a piercing cry of joy and rushed forward, followed by the high-pitched scream of the man with glasses...

The skinny man walked quickly to the gate of the factory with his head down. A man with a scar on his face who looked very similar to him sighed when he saw him come out:

"You are risking your life. If you fail, that lord..."

"But I can't wait any longer, brother!" The skinny man interrupted him growling, with a painful expression on his face, "You know what? Yui said her parents are going to force her to get married!"

"I can't! I can't let her down! Brother!" The skinny man scratched his cheek in pain, as if trying to relieve his pain, "Yui has been waiting for me for ten years! And these ten years I didn't dare to make a phone call or send a message to her in the past year."

"I have to kill that man!" the skinny man begged, "Help me, brother, help me!"

"Oh—" his brother sighed, "Okay, but how do you know where that lord is? How can you be sure what that lord looks like?"

The skinny man smiled, looking a little crazy and confused in the increasingly dark night amidst the wind and snow:

"Of course it's that kid Kong Shiyu. He's still too tender, and he showed some telltale feet. I caught him right away."

"Really?" His brother was relieved after hearing the words, and asked again, "Then when do you plan to do it?"

The skinny man lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said:

"April 2005, 4. It will take some time for the curse spirit to be domesticated."

"I see."

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The author has something to say:

He Zecheng: Can't think of it?This wave is anti-kill (￣y▽￣)~*

Goose, goose, everyone hates brains so much, what a miserable brain