nyslfriends Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Jiang Wenhao opened the door and looked at Zhitao standing there blankly. He was holding a dead sparrow in his hand, with pinch marks on his neck. The red, white, and black were like the oil paintings that the master splashed wantonly. The sight of people.
Zhitao stood there watching Jiang Wenhao approaching him, his body was still trembling slightly, and looked at the man walking towards him with fear, Jiang Wenhao didn't frighten him, but gently pulled his closed hands away, Reveal the stiff bird inside.
"Peach." Jiang Wenhao called him.
The childish peach was as white as a cherry blossom forest that had been misreported, he looked at the dead body with cold palms, as if he was looking at his own heart, with a fearful innocence, he asked blankly: "Why did it die? "
Why hurt it?Why hurt him?Is it because he did something wrong?
Jiang Wenhao couldn't answer, he led Zhitao to bury the sparrow in a flower pot, and helped Zhitao wash his hands, Zhitao was dumbfounded, without much reaction.
"Do you want to eat something?" Jiang Wenhao asked him to sit on the chair and put the food in his hand on the table.
Zhitao watched as he opened the complicated lunch box layer by layer, revealing the exquisite meals inside. The way to use that lunch box was very complicated. When Zhitao used it for the first time, he didn't know how to open it at all, but Jiang Wenhao was very familiar with it.
It's like this lunch box is his, but it's obviously a lunch box given by Gabriel, so Zhitao asked softly, "Do you know Gabriel?"
Jiang Wenhao froze in place, and the dishes in his hand were also suspended in the air. The silence spread quietly. Zhitao recalled the circle Jiang Wenhao said, combined with his reaction, and said with certainty: "You are Gabriel .”
Unexpectedly, he would fall off the horse in this way, Jiang Wenhao remained silent, pretending he didn't hear and continued serving the dishes, and handed the chopsticks to Zhitao by the way.
Zhitao didn't take the chopsticks, he stared at the table and asked questions one after another: "How did you open the door? Why are you not surprised to see me like this?"
Jiang Wenhao sat across from him silently, Zhitao has been extremely sensitive to these things since the teddy bear, he raised his eyes to Jiang Wenhao and asked, "Are you spying on me?"
Surveillance is not a compliment no matter where it is placed, Jiang Wenhao didn't want to admit it, an embarrassing silence enveloped the dining table, the man's performance explained everything.
The iron chopsticks and the table made a crisp sound, then Zhitao pushed the chair away and went into the bedroom, Jiang Wenhao watched him leave and couldn't help but persuade: "Eat more."
He was answered by a loud slam of the door.
The curtains in the bedroom were not opened, and the overwhelming darkness pushed Zhitao onto the bed, causing him to fall into a depressed mood. Because he longed to be loved, he was tired of living, and because he was hurt, he longed to be loved.
He buried his head in the pillow, and heard footsteps coming from the door, and Jiang Wenhao's voice, "I'm sorry."
Zhitao tilted her head and looked towards the door, inexplicably recalling the apology from the "senior" to him. Sure enough, he is not a senior, and a real senior would not apologize to him, because Zhitao is a weak person who can be bullied by anyone, there is no need apologize to him.
Jiang Wenhao's voice came intermittently from the door, "I'm worried about you, that's why I...but you should at least eat something first..."
Zhitao stuffed himself into the pillow, the soft and fluffy pillow reminded him of the scene he saw when he was a child, the white sheet on the clothesline was blown up by the wind, it seemed to absorb all the sunlight, shining in Zhitao's eyes .
That was one of his few good memories. The cool summer wind blew, and the white sheets swelled up like big blisters, and his hair would also be blown up by the wind.
...So warm, so peaceful, so gentle, he slowly fell asleep in this kind of imagination, and sleeping is what he does most often now.
It was night again when he woke up, and after turning on his phone, he found that Saltos had disappeared. For a moment, Zhitao felt that he had been abandoned by this world.
Because he is clumsy and timid, he can't distinguish the malice of his adoptive father and senior, and he is afraid of the love from the monster.
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Zhitao was sitting on the sofa watching TV, beside Jiang Wenhao was talking about himself, occasionally Zhitao would give him a rewarding look, signaling him to continue talking.
As for why the two of them got along so harmoniously, the matter had to start from half an hour ago.
Zhitao received a new black bag in the morning. The bag was hanging on the doorknob. After taking it off, he found that the place where the bag was held was also stained with blood. He didn't know what kind of animal blood it was. Zhitao only thought it smelled bad.
He knelt down and carefully placed the bag on the ground. As the bag spread out on the ground, black balls gradually protruded from the surface of the black bag. The bag was very thin, so Zhitao knew that those balls were actually eyes.
Just when Zhitao was panicking, Jiang Wenhao's voice came from next to his ears. He seemed to be afraid that Zhitao would be angry because of what happened yesterday, so he asked cautiously, "Do you need help?"
Hearing his voice, Zhitao squatted on the ground and raised her head, her eyelashes were clearly defined, and the morning sun made him look extra clean, "...Yes, thank you."
Zhitao whispered, pinching her blood-stained fingertips, Jiang Wenhao's voice also lowered, "Then I'll go get some tools first."
When Jiang Wenhao helped him clean, Zhitao went back to the house to wash his hands, Zhitao looked down at the blood being washed away by the water, and when he was almost done washing, he reached out and turned off the faucet, which creaked softly.
Zhitao caressed the scar on his neck with his hands, and he did the same in the mirror, the contrast between white and purple was frightening, he gently closed the neckline, and walked out in silence.
At this time, Jiang Wenhao, a hardworking and good neighbor, had already cleaned up for him, and even called his master to install the camera for him.
Zhitao sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, but his eyes were chasing Jiang Wenhao's figure. Now he is like a small animal being pushed into the water and needs a shore to rest.
"...If you find an unidentified courier, please don't accept it. Hundreds of people have received unidentified couriers containing threatening letters. Please pay more attention."
Zhitao listened to the news, then lifted her feet onto the sofa, her toes gripping the furry sofa, "Did Killer Bear do this?"
"That's right, hundreds of green tasks have been sent out." Jiang Wenhao kept an eye on the Guai Tan app.
One green task costs 1 yuan, which costs millions, and it's just for people to send express delivery. Killer Bear is really rich, Zhitao couldn't help but sigh.
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[Honey, you are my favorite toy. ]
Here it comes again, Zhitao looked at the words on the phone, and casually deleted this unsigned text message, this text message should have been sent to him by Killer Bear, or the delivery man.
Killer bears have become more and more popular recently, and this seems to have become a trend. As long as he goes out, he can hear discussions about killer bears, such as now.
"Did you know? I also received a courier teddy bear, it's really scary!" Although the girl said this, her tone was full of pride.
I don’t know since when, the teddy bear with scary colors has become a tool to show off fashion. First, because the recipients of the teddy bear are recognized as having superior conditions, and second, because so far there has been no new one. homicide.
Zhitao looked back at the girl who was talking, the manicure with broken diamonds was extraordinarily beautiful under the light, Jiang Wenhao next to him followed his gaze, "What's wrong?"
"Tell me," Zhitao pursed her lips, "Isn't the strange talk about the teddy bear too popular? Is there no official control?"
Jiang Wenhao rubbed his hair, "Maybe it's just because the official has come to an end."
Zhitao couldn't understand the meaning of his words, and he was still thinking of Killing Bear to send him a text message. After hearing Jiang Wenhao's words, he said absent-mindedly, "Really?"
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On the second day after receiving the text message, there was a new dead man. This time, the dead man was a 1.8-meter-tall boy. His limbs were connected to the teddy bear. teddy bear.
A work full of malice and catharsis.
Zhitao felt peeping at him like a shadow at home, like a dark snake watching him, trying to crawl along his feet to the heart and inject poison into his aorta.
He lowered his head to look at the kettle with boiling water, the red temperature on it was constantly beating. Looking at the scalding water, he suddenly thought of a documentary he had watched.
The documentary describes the way Komodo dragons hunt, chasing down a large prey until it is exhausted and eaten alive.
He still remembered the howling wild deer. It tried to stretch out its legs to kick the monitor lizard away, but the cunning monitor found an opportunity to bite on its stomach. The organs in its stomach fell off and were eaten away by the monitor lizard. The wild deer He tried to escape, but was entangled by the monitor lizard and could not escape.
You can only watch yourself being eaten.
Zhitao picked up the kettle and poured water, and suddenly there was a soft clicking sound amidst the smooth flow of water, like the sound of a lock being unlocked, this sound was as loud as thunder in Zhitao's ears.
He put the kettle back on the table and listened carefully to the movement in the room. The room was quiet except for his own heartbeat.
That person will eventually kill you.
In the silence, this idea suddenly popped up in his brain, as sure as he saw the monitor lizard eating a wild deer, because he knew that person had extraordinary persistence and cruelty.
Zhitao walked out of the kitchen with a glass, and there was no one outside the door. The sound of the lock unlocking seemed to be just his illusion. He walked in the room wearing slippers, and finally stopped at the half-open door of the cloakroom.
He couldn't see what was in the cloakroom, but Zhitao was strangely sure that there was someone inside, maybe the person inside was squatting in the closet and staring at Zhitao.
Zhitao silently pulled the door of the cloakroom. When pulling, he felt a little resistance, but then the resistance disappeared, allowing him to close the door smoothly.
Zhitao backed away, and then quickly ran towards the door. After he ran away, a low sigh came from the cloakroom, and at the same time the closed door opened again.
A pair of dark eyes looked at Zhitao's back.
Zhitao closed the door, his fingers were trembling, he was about to walk towards Jiang Wenhao, when he suddenly saw a small piece of paper falling on the ground.
He stood there looking at it for a while, finally picked it up and opened it, and there were still words written in blood inside: [The next one is you. ]
It seemed that the blood book hadn't been written for a long time. After Zhitao accidentally squeezed the blood, his fingertips were stained with the same red color. He realized it and immediately let go of his hand, only to find that there was still a row of small crooked characters in the place covered by his fingers: [I'm looking forward to it? ]
He tore up the note and threw it on the ground, and repeatedly used the fingernails where the blood was stained. The pain spread from his fingertips, and his heart also felt uncomfortable.