Take the ghost monster to catch the monster

Whatever happened in the past is the past.

Everything in the past is a prologue.

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[Location: Black and White Casino.Time: now. 】

The neon lights in the splendid buildings are so dazzling, and the sparkling lake water is reflected so gorgeously that the moonlight outside the window seems to have lost its expression.

Tu Shanchi put on his nightgown, he found the floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked at all this indifferently, Tu Shanchi was at the highest point of the building, he looked from top to bottom, and at a glance, the postures of all the sentient beings in Yuanjiang City, All have been seen.

"It's so nice...beautiful...beautiful..."

Afterwards, Tu Shanchi took out a bottle of the strongest spirits from the exquisite wine display cabinet in the distance. Tonight, Tu Shanchi had a long, long dream. He dreamed about a long, long time ago... ...

Mother……

juvenile………

moore......

Tu Shanchi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked at the liquid in the wine glass, the color of the wine was indeed not as clear as that of tea.

Just because the wine is very turbid, people want to use this turbid alcohol to confuse their minds, escape from reality and pursue the joy in confusion.

Tu Shanchi picked up the wine glass, took a sip, then shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's too astringent."

Tu Shanchi didn't like the taste, so he really thought he was more suitable for tea tasting, so Tu Shanchi decided to put down the wine glass.

He turned around and looked back, in the boundary between sobriety and blur, Tu Shanchi's eyes suddenly caught a figure he had been pleasing to the eye for a long time:

Without going through the brain, Tu Shanchi opened his mouth slightly:

"Moore..."

Afterwards, Tu Shanchi denied his statement, shaking his head too self-deprecatingly:

"Sure enough, alcohol is not a good thing. It is easy to cause hallucinations. Moore is dead...I really..."

"gentlemen……"

gentlemen!gentlemen! !gentlemen! ! !

Tu Shanchi raised his head suddenly, what he saw in front of him seemed to really pull him into a psychedelic phantom, unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and falsehood.

Tu Shanchi couldn't control his pace, he walked forward slowly, stroked the other's face, and smiled:

"Sir...Moore...are you calling me..."

The other party covered Tu Shanchi's with his own hand, and he smiled. This is a smile that has endured hundreds of days and nights.

Moore: "Sir, it's me... I'm Moore... I'm back..."

When Tu Shanchi heard Moore's voice, he felt so unreal.

He smiled, held the wine bottle in his hand, and looked down:

"Moore...Moore is dead...been dead for many years...you are lying to me...hehe...sure enough, I am drunk."

Tu Shanchi thought so, so he simply gave up the idea of ​​putting Jiu back in the wine cabinet. He returned to the floor-to-ceiling window and poured the wine. Against the backdrop of the moonlight, it is crystal clear, false and real.

The intoxicated liquid passed through Tu Shanchi's throat and reached his stomach, paralyzing his nerves, which really made people feel very happy.

Tu Shanchi transformed into another wine glass and handed it to the person in front of him who claimed to be Moore:

"You, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Moore followed Tu Shanchi and looked at him quietly. He declined the other party:

"Sir, you have a bad stomach and should not drink alcohol."

Tu Shanchi didn't regard Moore in front of him as a living person, thinking that what he saw in front of him was just a hallucination after he was intoxicated. He hoped that Moore was alive, but he also knew that Moore was dead.

People can't be resurrected after death, everything is a delusion.

Tu Shanchi: "Moore, thank you, I..."

Moore interrupted Tu Shanchi:

"What do you want to say, sir? I know everything."

"I'm really glad that after so many years, sir, you still remember me, and I still have weight in my heart, thinking about it now, maybe even if I'm in hell, I'm not so unwilling."

"However, now that I see my husband, I still remember me. The delusions in my heart are deepening step by step. I don't want to enter the underworld, I don't want to drink Meng Po soup, I don't want to forget my husband, I don't want to enter reincarnation, I want to live again, I I want to stay in this world, I want to always be with you, sir."

Moore's words were so urgent, he wanted to take out all his inner thoughts and tell Tu Shanchi that Mr. was irreplaceable to him.

Moore's words fell into Tu Shanchi's ears like a lead wire, igniting the fire that he had stored in his heart for so many years:

"Moore, you..."

Moore approached Tu Shanchi step by step. He gave up forbearance. He wanted to express all the delusions in his heart at this moment. He had endured it for so many years. When he was still alive, he wanted to tell Tu Shanchi, tell him Sir, how important sir is to him.

But at that time, he had low self-esteem, cowardice, and no courage. He thought that Tu Shanchi was an unattainable existence compared to him, and missed that precious opportunity. Now that Moore is dead, seeing Tu Shanchi again, he Unable to bear it any longer, he had to tell Tu Shanchi all that was in his heart.

If he doesn't tell now, maybe he will never be able to make his mind clear to his husband again.

He and his husband have missed each other in this life

Moore relentlessly stared into Tu Shanchi's eyes, like a loyal dog eager for his master's approval, he wanted his husband to look at him well.

Tu Shanchi saw the other party, he was Moore, he was the child he had brought up single-handedly, he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his heart, and now, the Moore in front of him was familiar yet unfamiliar.

Maybe it's because of the bewilderment of alcohol, the heart in Tu Shanchi's chest was beating violently, and he lost all his previous stability.

Moore grew up, and Tu Shanchi looked at him like this, as if he was taller than himself. Under the moonlight, Moore's projection shone on him, completely covering him.

The wild dog had been hungry for too long and turned into a beast. Moore's eyes were like a long-starved beast, full of possession and aggression, staring closely at Tu Shanchi.

Tu Shanchi felt that it was unreal, and the other party enveloped him, feeling a little flustered inexplicably, he raised the wine bottle on the table, ignoring the previous elegance, raised his head and took a big gulp of alcohol, but swallowed it down his throat.

Alcohol stimulates the nerves, Tu Shanchi wants to use this to calm his turbulent heart, but the effect of alcohol on him is completely opposite, the boundary between reality and fantasy is further blurred in his mind, and his rationality also starts to burn .

"Sir, I have said that you have a bad stomach and should not drink alcohol."

After finishing speaking, Moore snatched the opened bottle of spirits from Tu Shanchi's hand, and raised his head to take a sip of alcohol:

"Since sir wants to drink, then I will accompany him."

"Moore...I..."