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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 124 Human Studies 23┃ Wayward and affectionate lover."

weight="95837"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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The headband worn on Ke Xun’s head is equipped with earphones. Whenever the painful electric current rushes through his body, countless cold voices will be heard in the earphones, with a tone of ridicule, disgust and insult. Speaking in his ear densely:

"Dead gay, perverted, disgusting, inferior to pigs and dogs, beasts, dirty, nasty, shameless, scum, dead gay, dirty stuff, dead gay, not good to die, go to hell, go to the pan, burn you, dead gay , What are you doing alive, beasts that are against morality and humanity, dead gay, dead gay, dead gay..."

The horror of the tongue is more than that of an axe and a machete.

Destroying ** is just pain, destroying spirit and belief, it is cruel and inhuman torture.

Surrounded by these cold and disgusting voices, all the dignity and beliefs of human beings are trampled on. You will become more and more convinced that you are really a beast, a filthy thing, and you are not worthy of being a human being. With dignity, you are being cast aside and humiliated by everything in the world.

If this spit and humiliation are tangible, then Ke Xun is probably covered with thick sputum and dung drowning at the moment. He seems to be stripped and thrown into the dirtiest dirt, surrounded by humiliation with expressions and eyes. The righteous man who is watching him.

They laughed at him, pinched their noses and scorned him like a puddle of dirt. They said, "Dead gay, do you know to repent?"

Ke Xun raised his head from the filth, and raised half of his lips: "Go to your mother's repentance. Lao Tzu is gay for life or death, and it is gay when he goes to hell. When the sky changes and the earth changes, Lao Tzu will not change!"

The data on the display is beating frantically. The wire end of Ke Xun's body is frantically brushing the current. His body shrinks painfully under the impact of the current again and again, almost breaking his bones.

Mu Yiran looked at Ke Xun who was soaked in sweat as if he was fished out of the water, watching him stubbornly grabbing the fingers of the armrest of the seat, reaching out and holding him tightly.

No. 282 on the screen numbly stayed next to the screen. Mu Yiran searched all the corners and details that could be found, but never found the signature.

On the other side, several gray and white shadows, holding the surgical tools, slowly gathered around Zhu Haowen. They communicated with each other as if they were doing ordinary work.

Their voices are vague, and even if they are closer, it is difficult to discern what they are saying.

Mu Yiran's eyelashes suddenly moved, and the fingers of the mobile phone moved slightly, and he clicked on the camera button. Then, facing the microphone, he said in a deep voice: "No. 282, where is Kang Lai's signature?"

After speaking, click Stop, then click Play.

In the speaker of the mobile phone, a string of vague and vague language with his sound quality came out.

He didn't understand what the language was saying, but he understood the number 282 on the screen.

No. 282 moved her chapped and gray lips, and made a low, indistinct sound. Mu Yiran kept pressing the record button, and when it was finished, he clicked play.

"I'm Kang Lai...you want to sign...what are you doing?" The voice of No. 282 in the speaker was gentle but desolate.

"We need your signature to be able to leave here." Mu Yiran said.

"Leave here...Leave here..." No. 282, Kang Lai, his voice seemed to be filled with melancholy and sadness again, "Yeah...should leave here, he should leave here too...a pity, a pity...I couldn't Take him out of here..."

Mu Yiran felt the hand of Ke Xun he was holding again, and once again violently twitched under the electric shock, as if even the bones were shrunk into a ball, and could not help but ask in a deep voice: "Kang Lai, yours Where is the signature?"

"I... can now... write to you..." Conley said gently.

He stretched out his thin, gray fingers and tapped them on Mu Yiran's chest.

"Write to him first." Mu Yiran pointed to Ke Xun beside him.

"I...I'm not in a hurry..." Ke Xun's voice was extremely weak and shaking, "Hao... Hao Wener... anxious..."

The sharp cone for the operation has already been inserted into Zhu Haowen's eye socket.

"Please help." Mu Yiran pointed to Zhu Haowen.

Kang Lai turned around and walked towards Zhu Haowen gently. His fingers touched Zhu Haowen's chest, and the word "Kang Lai" was written on his body.

A faint light shone around Zhu Haowen's body, and a picture frame faintly appeared in the light, and Zhu Haowen's body disappeared into the picture frame in this light.

Kang Lai walked back and looked at Mu Yiran: "Who else do you...want to save?"

It was Ke Xun who spoke to him: "Yan...ask him...can he go to...other laboratory..."

Mu Yiran understood what he meant in a second, and looked at Kang Lai: "Can you please help, go to the other three labs and rescue all our companions."

Kang Lai looked at Mu Yiran dumbly with dark eyes, and asked him: "You and him... are you a lover... relationship?"

This "he" refers to Ke Xun.

Ke Xun's neck and head were locked by leather locks, unable to look up to see Mu Yiran's expression and movements. His ears were also filled with vicious voices in the earphones, and he could not hear clearly, or heard Mu Yiran answer.

At the end, he only heard Kang Lai's voice "translated" on the phone, sad and gentle, with a slight smile: "He...very much like...my love...as stubborn... Willful... and... affectionate... I hope you two... cherish..."

Ke Xun lost consciousness in the faint light.

A low voice faintly came into my ears, like a cool wind in early autumn, blowing in a clear and deep voice.

Ke Xun opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the voice.

Mu Yiran sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, dangling eyes and whispering on his mobile phone. The brilliant light outside the window draped heavily on his body, making his white skin and the snow-white shirt on his upper body reflect soft light.

His hair was still a bit damp, as if he had just taken a bath, and his eyes and lips became more vivid and picturesque with the moisture from the bath.

Ke Xun licked his chapped lips, his throat was dry and painful.

But he didn't make a sound, just continued to lie on his side like this, looking at Mu Yiran without blinking.

"...Well, I received the mail," Mu Yiran continued talking on the phone in a low voice, his eyes fell on the glass coffee table in front of him, where there was a glass of white water, which was placed in a transparent cup, reflecting Linlin in the sun. Xiao Guang, "...I will trouble you to complete the relevant procedures for me. I will take the flight tomorrow and follow-up tomb relocation and other related matters. I will do it myself... Yes, um, ok, that’s it, bye."

Mu Yiran hung up the phone, turned his eyes, and met Ke Xun who was lying on the bed.

"You have to be responsible to others." Ke Xun said hoarsely, but it didn't prevent him from committing a second crime. He wrapped himself tightly with the sheets on his body to make a pitiful look that had been ravaged by gentle animals.

Sven Beast picked up the water glass in front of him, got up, walked over, and stood by the bed. Two buttons on the collar of his shirt were unbuttoned. There was desire in abstinence. Ke Xun wished he could drag a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then People rolled onto the bed.

"Get up and drink water." Mu Yiran looked at him blankly, taking what he said just now as farting.

Ke Xun sat up obediently and took the cup, "Is the other people okay?" He pours water, in fact, it's just a question for nothing. Others must be okay, otherwise Mu Yiran would not sit here and fight so peacefully. Phone, but kindly feed him water.

"Hmm." Mu Yiran took Ke Xun's dry cup back, "Are you still drinking?"

"Drink." Ke Xun sat on the bed happily and looked up at him, eyes shining.

"Get up and fall on your own." Mu Yiran turned away ruthlessly.

"..." Ke Xun fell back on the bed, turned over while holding the sheets, half of his face was buried in the pillow, half of his face looked at Mu Yiran who was sitting back on the sofa, and saw his phone vibrating constantly, not knowing it was a call Still the news, he sighed and asked him: "Do you never take a break throughout the year? You are busy with business before you enter the painting, and after you go out of the painting, you are busy with business. If you dare to enter the painting and experience life and death, it's a casual thing for you? "

"Otherwise." Mu Yiran drew the phone brightly, and his slender fingers twitched on the screen.

Ke Xun scratched his head, thinking about it.

If entering painting is the top priority for adult students, should life continue?

Unless you don't fight to the end with "painting", you have to manage your own life as long as you live for one day. If your real life is ruined because of "painting," why are you still alive?

Ke Xun got up from the bed, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

This hotel was ordered by Mu Yiran. Ke Xun’s clothes were not here. His clothes were already soaked with sweat. As a result, he didn’t change his clothes after washing. He had to come out with a bath towel around his waist and ask his face. The shepherd who looked at him gloomily: "Don't be nervous, I didn't want to seduce you. I just wanted to ask, can I borrow my clothes first?"

The big shepherd probably went through a very fierce battle between heaven and man in his mind, and finally stood up with a gloomy face, and took a pair of trousers and a shirt from his luggage.

"Don't you borrow a pair of underwear?" Ke Xun frantically tested on the edge of danger, "I don't despise you."

"Get dressed and roll." The boss tried his best to suppress the edge of the dog's head, and said coldly.

Ke Xun sighed and sat on the side of the bed and put on pants: "I have never tried such a showy operation, wearing trousers without underwear."

He buttoned his shirt, Ke Xun straightened his clothes and looked down at himself: "...Would you like to lend me a suit jacket to block the protruding part?"

Mu Yiran stared at him coldly, his eyes fell on this person, but he paused slightly.

A person who is accustomed to wearing casual and lazy wind suddenly changed to a noble and elegant style. This contrast has a great visual impact.

Especially people like Ke Xun.

Without the sloppy rendering of fat tube slacks, they are wrapped in stylized trousers. A pair of slender, straight, muscled and tight legs are perfectly presented in front of you, and the tight and straight buttocks are elegant and expensive. The defined clothing is lightly covered, but it is extremely sexy. And the flat and crisp shirt set off his tight and powerful waist and straight shoulders to set off his brilliance and strength.

The whole person seems to have been replaced, a little less scattered and meaningless, a little more chic and...sorrowful.

"It's a bit stuck." Ke Xun, who is not used to formal attire, sat on the side of the bed and looked down at his crotch. The messy strands of hair on the top of his head fully demonstrated his "unpowerful" emotion.

After Mu Yiran answered two more calls, Ke Xun walked over, sat on the opposite sofa, picked up the refilled glass he had just used, looked at him, and asked, "That Kang Lai, what is going on?"