kiss the night

"He's not your brother, he's..."

"Yanzhao, it's your honor that the Si family is willing to take you in. Listen up, cough... No matter what happens in the future, you must remember to be grateful. You can't be a heartless person in this world, you have to be grateful , listen, I can't stay with you for long..."

"You mean him? I heard that he killed both his biological parents and his adoptive father. For this kind of child, you should stay away from him in the future..."

"Zhao Zhao, today is your birthday, now that you've grown up, I'm going to give you a special birthday present... Come here, come here quickly!"

"No, don't touch my pants! What are you doing!" Yan Zhao desperately shook his head with tears in his eyes, "Si Qi, brother! We can't do this, you will regret it!"

"I don't regret it, I miss this day for a long time."

……

Yanzhao had a long and painful dream. In the dream, the past 18 years were vivid in his mind. Even those childhood memories that should have been blurred came back again. The adoptive father who had forgotten his appearance also appeared in the dream again. .

His adoptive father was the former driver of the Si family. He was a very typical honest man with a square face and a simple and honest appearance. Compared with Yan Zhao's exquisite face, anyone with a discerning eye would know that they were not his own.From the beginning of my impressions, the adoptive father's health was not good, he always coughed, and sometimes even coughed up blood in the middle of the night. He was a man who couldn't even take care of himself, let alone how to take care of his adopted son.

Even so, for Yan Zhao, that man is still his only legal relative. He is grateful to his adoptive father for being willing to adopt him, a son abandoned by his biological parents. Keep it firmly in mind.

Before his death, his adoptive father told Yanzhao that he should treat the Si family as his own, be filial to the Si family's parents, and treat Si Qi like an older brother... However, all this is the beginning of darkness.

Yan Zhao has never been able to confide in others, and every day with Si Qi is painful. Whether it is the special "adult ceremony" or everything in the days to come, Si Qi is just torturing him more and more, telling him Yan Zhao, he is just an unpleasant monster, destined not to be a real family member.

No, not a monster...

"Do you hate them?" a voice asked in his ear.

Do you hate it, Yan Zhao repeated this question.

This question seemed to have plunged him into great pain. The sleeping boy on the bed frowned and gasped heavily.

Laurentine sat on the side of the bed, reached out and pushed Yan Zhao's bangs on his forehead to the side. The touch under his fingers was moist. Obviously, this nightmare had lasted for a long time, so that Yan Zhao's whole body was covered with bruises. Soaked in sweat.

Gilbert stood not far behind Laurentine, looked at it in silence for a while, and said, "I'm sorry Your Highness, it may be that this child is a little sensitive to the ingredients of the drug, so he hasn't woken up."

Laurentine gave a "hmm" and got up: "Let's go, I think the priest and the sheriff must be waiting impatiently, we still have a lot of things to deal with. The castle has not been cleaned for a long time, cockroaches and mice are crawling everywhere, although it is not enough to It affects the overall situation, but I still can't take it lightly. When I was reading Dongfang's books in the past two days, I saw a sentence called "The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest."

Gilbert followed behind him expressionlessly: "I don't understand, Your Highness."

Laurentine smiled, "Oriental wisdom." He closed the door, and everything fell into darkness again.

Yan Zhao was awakened by a long-lost hunger. The moment he opened his eyes, he faced the dark room, and the memory of the fire flashed in his mind. For a moment, he almost thought that his vision had problems and panicked. Get up out of bed.

Fortunately, the bed curtain was not drawn very tightly, and a ray of light came through.

Yan Zhao sat up, opened the bed curtain, and realized that he had somehow returned to Laurentine's castle... Laurentine, he remembered that Gilbert appeared at the scene of the fire and rescued him, what happened? What's going on?

Yan Zhao staggered up, wanted to go out, grabbed the doorknob and twisted it repeatedly, but found that there was no way to unscrew it. He frowned and tried again, but the result of the attempt was still the same—someone locked him up.

Yan Zhao slammed his fist on the door, making a "bang bang" sound, but after a while, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Sir." The maid opened the door and appeared in front of Yan Zhao, "Are you awake, are you hungry?"

Yan Zhao recognized her face, and had seen her in the castle not long ago, but at that time, the maid treated him neither humble nor overbearing, obviously only treating him as a guest, but today it is not completely like this—Yan Zhao found out that she was talking At that time, intentionally or unintentionally, he was blocking the door with his body. Even if Yan Zhao deliberately moved a step forward, making the distance between the two of them smaller than the social distance of normal adults, the maid still had no intention of getting out of the way.

How is this going?

Yan Zhao didn't answer the maid's question, but thought carefully about the current situation.

The maid didn't wait for his answer, but rang the bell herself, and soon, another maid came up with a tray.

The silver tray was longer than an adult's forearm, and the maid held it in her hand, but on the huge tray, there was only a glass of red drink.

"Strawberry juice?" Yan Zhao asked cautiously, he felt that this matter revealed strangeness.

No one answered his words, and the maid carrying the tray just lowered her head, showing no intention of leaving.

A charming fragrance emanated from the glass, just like a bee luring a cub to pick it. Yan Zhao was attracted by the fragrance and almost couldn't help but want to take it up and drink it up. However, it is precisely because of this fatal The attraction made him more vigilant.

Something was beyond Yan Zhao's imagination, and he began to realize it gradually.

"I'm not hungry," he said, taking his eyes off the glass and saying it against his heart.

"Your Highness said, you will definitely be hungry..."

The maid's words seemed to touch Yan Zhao's sensitive nerves, and his breathing became more rapid: "Where's Mr. Laurenting? I want to see him."

"His Royal Highness is not in the castle. He has something to go out today and asked us to take good care of you, sir."

"Then I'm going home." Yan Zhao staggered back a few steps, as if the glass of red liquid in front of him was a monster that took people's lives, "It's impossible for me not to go home after such a big thing happened. I know what's going on, and those people in the bar that day..." The raging fire devoured the middle-aged woman alive, and the man standing in front of him was shot dead and fell into a pool of blood...

Yan Zhao is so old, although he didn't get the proper care, he has never seen such a scene. Recalling these things made him tremble all over, and he always felt that the blood was pouring on his head, and he couldn't wash it off. Lose.

"You can't leave here for the time being, this is His Highness' order." The maid was still standing at the door, wearing a black and white maid uniform, making her look like a ghost from a medieval movie, quiet and determined Carrying out some devil's mission.

"Why do you call him Your Highness?" Yan Zhao asked.

The maid did not answer.

"This country abolished the absolute monarchy hundreds of years ago. Even though the House of Lords is still powerful, the old nobles can still express their opinions on state affairs, but after all, this is already a parliamentary system! People call nobles with Honorific words, but no one can use 'Your Highness'!" After Yan Zhao finished speaking, he walked in front of the maid.

He was taller than the maid, but because he couldn't help but always be attracted by the strange liquid, Yan Zhao's raised hands trembled slightly.

Yan Zhao reached out and overturned the silver tray, and the glass containing the red liquid shattered on the ground, making an ear-piercing sound. All this happened so suddenly that even Yan Zhao himself did not expect that one day he would To do such a bold and disrespectful act.

His eyes widened, and he looked at the ground in disbelief. The red liquid flowed under the broken glass, soaking the white plush carpet, so similar to the blood that night.

Yan Zhao rushed out of the door, and he ran all the way to the basement of the castle based on his memory. He still had some things to confirm, such as whether the woman who was locked in the dungeon of the castle before was the woman published in the news.

He went all the way to the basement without hindrance, and the corridor was pitch black. Suddenly, someone lit a candle behind him, and a tall shadow enveloped Yan Zhao.

"Your Highness!" The chasing maid bowed her head to salute, but Yan Zhao clenched her fists tightly and said nothing.

"Why didn't you go in?" Laurentine asked, his voice was low and he couldn't hear any emotion.

Yan Zhao didn't know how Laurentine appeared behind him without a sound, but it didn't matter until now—everything that happened recently made him have to abandon his previous worldview, and there were too many things that were beyond the reach of science. The extent of the explanation made Yan Zhao almost go crazy.

He walked down the corridor all the way, during which Laurentine followed behind him unhurriedly, the shadows of two people reflected on the stone wall, and the dark field in the distance was like a door, an invisible door Yanzhao always felt that if he really stepped into that door, everything would change.

He froze in place again, staring blankly at the darkness in front of him.

"Don't you want to know what's going on?" Laurentine stood behind him, as if he was tempting a fallen demon, "About some beast attack, about Catherine...even, about your little Si Master. Plato once mentioned the theory of caves in "Utopia", I think this should be the content of your semester."