Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Black

Feng Ran's face turned green, and he couldn't help but look at Shen Zhi with new eyes.

So much so that he couldn't react when Shen Zhi's lips were close to him. A light kiss fell, and Shen Zhi's earlobes turned red. Feng Ran was stunned and didn't move. They stood three centimeters apart for three seconds - three seconds when time was still.

A loud noise suddenly came from downstairs, breaking all the tranquility. Feng Ran turned his head away, and Shen Zhi straightened up, turned around and said, "I'll go down and take a look, it will be quick."

After he pushed the door open, Feng Ran quickly washed away the foam and searched in the bathroom.

It was very strenuous to operate with one hand, but the search range was limited, so it didn't take too much time.

As expected, his mobile phone was on the inside of the drawer under the sink.

In addition to this place and the studio, they were all under renovation these days, and Shen Zhi was careless.

He hid his mobile phone in a towel and walked out. Shen Zhi just came upstairs and asked, "It's out now? Didn't you say you wanted to wash for an hour?"

It was dark outside the window, and the masters downstairs had all left. There were only two people left in the huge room. I didn't feel it before, but now it was so quiet that it was unsettling.

"I've washed enough." Feng Ran walked around him.

Shen Zhi stood in front of him, stepped up a step to block his way, and said, "The doors and windows are open downstairs. You're not wearing anything, you'll catch a cold."

"You broke my arm, and you're still worried that I'll catch a cold. Aren't you kidding me?" Feng Ran said impatiently, "I'm just going to drink some water and take a walk."

"I'll ask someone to get some water. You can also take a walk on the second floor." Shen Zhi pressed on.

Feng Ran couldn't help but retreat to the highest point, with no way to go.

"What are you still worried about? I'm already trapped by you."

"Trapped by you... I just want to be with you, to be together openly, even if everyone knows it, it doesn't matter. Why don't you understand?"

Shen Zhi suddenly grabbed his wrist, so hard that he let go in pain. The towel fell apart, and the phone inside rolled down step by step. No one picked it up, and it fell to the last step before giving up.

He shook his hand away vigorously and said, "What about you? Why don't you understand that there is no possibility for us!"

"I can give you whatever you want. If you want to play games, I will equip you with the best graphics card. It's boring to play alone. I can find time to learn and play with you. If you want to go home, I will decorate this house to look like your home, or we can buy another house that is exactly the same and buy an identical Internet cafe. I will convert half of the kitchen into a bar... All of these are up to you to decide, but you can't leave me, leave my sight, you can only think about me and love me with all your heart..."

"Enough," Feng Ran interrupted him, unable to bear it any more, "What do you think of me? Chen Zhi, what do you think of me? Tell me, am I a human being, or an animal you keep in captivity?"

He asked repeatedly, but only silence came out.

Feng Ran's heartbeat gradually slowed down, and he took a deep breath and said, "Chen Zhi, tell me, why did you agree to be with me in the first place?"

Suddenly, a muffled thunder rumbled in the sky, and the room fell into darkness in an instant. There was a brief commotion downstairs, and the bodyguard rushed in with a flashlight. He saw the shadows of the two of them on the stairs, still, folded layer by layer, and stretched out. Then they fell into silence and darkness again. Like a deep pool.

Shen Zhi's eyes seemed to be darker, dark and bright, staring at Feng Ran without blinking, without any expression, like a cat's eyes, beautiful and creepy.

Feng Ran was completely defeated, looked away, and tried to turn the situation around with a tough tone: "Don't look at me like that, tell me, what's going on, is it related to my mother... and your father?"

He stared at Shen Zhi's expression, and probably guessed right.

Then Shen Zhi's body shook, and Feng Ran suddenly felt something was wrong. He reached out, but didn't hold him, and watched him suddenly fall down and fall down the stairs.

Shen Zhi was sick.

No one knew when he started to have a fever.

Feng Ran had never seen him have a high fever before, usually a little headache and fever, and he would be fine after a good sleep. After trying again and again, the mercury in the thermometer seemed to have solidified, and it stopped at 39 degrees and refused to drop.

The doctor came, the one who adjusted Feng Ran's bones. The two looked at each other, and Feng Ran said, "It wasn't me. Although I do have a grudge against him."

The doctor said embarrassedly that that was not what he meant, hung up the drip, and told him about the precautions.

Feng Ran asked the bodyguard beside him, "Did you remember?"

After the others left, Chen Zhi opened his eyes slightly, with indescribable emotions in his eyes, as clear and cold as snow.

"Don't look at it. I'll leave at dawn." He stroked those eyes, his eyelashes itching in the palm of his hand, "Rest assured. Someone will take care of you."

He just stood up, and his hand was grabbed tightly.

"Don't go."

He wanted to pull his arm free, but was grabbed even tighter. In the transparent infusion tube, dark red slowly climbed up, which was very eye-catching. Feng Ran frowned and said, "Don't move, the needle is threaded." Shen

Zhi repeated in a low voice, "Don't leave."

Feng Ran's face darkened and he didn't say anything. He adjusted his posture and used his other hand, which was hung up, to laboriously pry open his fingers one by one. When

the last finger left, Feng Ran just stood up, and Shen Zhi laboriously turned sideways and pulled out the entire infusion tube.

The needle was pulled out of the skin, and blood splashed out and fell on the two people.

The heartbeat was like a sudden rainstorm, deafening.

Amid Feng Ran's angry curses, he wanted to sit up, but failed. He closed his eyes, and reality quickly retreated. His body became light, and a pair of invisible hands recolored the black and white world. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to this house many years ago.

He subconsciously looked at the watch on his wrist. The time was eye-catching. He knew what was going to happen on this day.

But it was cold and lonely here, which was very different from what he remembered.

It was a dream. He closed his eyes and let the heat wave swallow him.

For the past ten years, he has always been trapped here, and would come back whenever he had a fever. Calculating the time, the last time he had a fever was when he was in school. It has been so long, but he still can't let it go. He slowly squatted down. This day will be the nightmare of his life.

When he was ten years old, Shen Zhi came home from school, put his schoolbag away, took off his school uniform and put it in the washing machine, took a bath, and quietly painted in the living room.

He was like this every day, well-behaved,

and no one except his father did not praise him for being obedient and sensible. - He was so well-behaved that he couldn't be better, and he was born gentle and beautiful. He was born without words such as mischievous to describe boys of this age. Even when painting

, he sat in a chair motionless, never made too much noise, and didn't throw tools around. There was a special small brush next to the easel to clean up the eraser and paper scraps that fell at any time. His aunt hired a special teacher to teach him to paint. There were three classes a week, and Shen Zhi's time after school was almost all used to complete the painting homework.

Today, when he was about to color the painting, there was a long, loud and piercing scream above his head. His hand trembled, and a long crimson streak was drawn on the drawing paper.

He looked up and saw a blazing, endless cloud of black smoke coming out of the "restricted area" on the second floor. Then a cluster of flames suddenly rose up and rushed to the ceiling.

That was an area he could not enter at all, and what happened had nothing to do with him.

"If you dare to go up there, I will beat you to death!" said his father.

The smoke alarm beeped and water splashed down. In the dazzling light, he was temporarily blinded. Carbon black kept falling, landing on his head and shoulders, and burning the front of his shirt.

He shuddered and jumped up from the chair. The pain of his skin being burned became more and more intense. He put out the fire and crawled behind a row of drawing boards. The cooking auntie came out from nowhere, poured a basin of water, picked him up by the waist, and rushed out of the house.

Black smoke surged over the small building, and someone called the fire department. People in the room ran out one after another, all of them were in a state of panic, their mouths opened and closed, and no one knew what they were saying. Shen Zhi huddled in the gap of the flowerbed and watched this mystery.

Not long after, his father came back with the ambulance. When he got out of the car, he didn't stand firmly and almost twisted his foot. He was supported by the housekeeper. Shen Zhi rarely saw him in such a miserable state: his hair was messy, his clothes were untidy, his mental state was not very good, and his face was full of anxiety.

The housekeeper came close to him and spoke. His face changed from stunned to ferocious, like a machine wound up, holding his head and stamping his feet, baring his teeth and claws.

He roared like a madman, and there was silence all around.

"Madman! What a madman! How could I provoke such a woman? I provide her with food and shelter, and it is not enough to destroy her, but she also wants to destroy me! The rotten brain is like a plague. For so many years, I can't rest in peace even after death..."

Not long after, several people came out with a stretcher covered with a white cloth.

Shen Zhi couldn't help but stretch his neck to see. As the stretcher swung, the white cloth shook, and suddenly an arm fell out of the gap.

A charred arm and a charred hand.

The fingers were connected together in a curled manner, and it was impossible to distinguish the five fingers.

People were whispering, and there was a constant sound of car doors opening and closing outside the door. Familiar and unfamiliar relatives came, and their expressions were all solemn.

The smell of roasted protein and fat gradually drifted into Shen Zhi's nose. On this hot summer night, his teeth couldn't stop trembling, his stomach twitched, and the desire to vomit became stronger and stronger.

The stretcher stopped in front of his father. He covered his mouth and nose with disgust, frowned into the shape of a "chuan" character, and looked around.

Shen Zhi became alert and shrank his body to hide in the bushes, but it was in vain. His father found him the moment he turned around.

He suddenly became excited, strode over with a smile, his eyes were sharp, and his eyes seemed to be nailed to him.

Shen Zhi retreated again and again, fear filled his entire brain, and the eyes around him were focused on him, but no one offered a hand.

"Do you want to see your mother for the last time? Ah? Come, come here quickly! Haven't you always wanted to see your mother?"

He grabbed Shen Zhi's arm and tried to pull him out.

The fear reached its peak at this moment. Shen Zhi shook his head, struggling and shouting with all his strength, and tears flowed out without knowing when.

His father finally gave up. Looking at him who couldn't stop trembling, he sneered and cursed in a low voice: "You will end up like your mother."

His father let go and left.

He always loved cleanliness. He didn't have time to clean up the broken leaves and dust on his head and body, nor did he have time to care about the environment. The last respect he gave himself was to turn around, leaving his back to everyone, and then kneel on the ground, retching uncontrollably.

His mother died on the night when he was ten years old. The cause of death was self-immolation.

After that, the open flame ignited the curtains, and it was not discovered in time, causing a small fire.

Or this is the superficial cause of death, and no one knows the real reason. It is said that she has been crazy for several years and was locked in a narrow room by her father. She has not had contact with anyone for many years.

For a long time after that day, no one dared to enter the house. Gradually, relatives came to visit, some cleaned the house, and taught him, but they never stayed overnight.

The huge house became an endless purgatory for Shen Zhi. He eats and sleeps here alone, grows up and lives here. Over time, he is tortured and eaten by the dead souls in this house, and burned by the endless fire of karma, turning his body into the flesh and blood of Shura evil spirits.

Perhaps because he has been in this hell for too long, he often falls into confusion in his dreams. He always feels that it was not only his mother who died when he was ten years old, but also him, and he was also trapped in the warehouse on the second floor. He watched the flames burn them, mother and son, without feeling pain or fear.

There is no breath of the living here. Until... until... he raised his head, and outside the firelight, someone tore this dream apart with bare hands.