Chapter 174 The Perfect Victim (Thirty-Nine)

You Zui's body was stiff, and he stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, like a frozen fish.The breath was getting closer and closer to him, and it fell on the back of his neck coldly, sucking the place where his blood was most full.

You can even feel the chill on the fangs, like a vampire preparing to start its own hunt.

You Zui's body trembled slightly, his fingers began to shrink, he rubbed upwards to grab the forearm of the predator, and rubbed his soft cheek against him.

"don't want……"

He begged softly, choked up, tears filled the misty fox's eyes.

For a moment, You Zui thought that he had fallen into the nightmare that hadn't struck again for many days.

But his begging for mercy was obviously not granted, and a sudden sharp pain came.

"A Yue... woo woo, A Yue..."

You Zui struggled in the dark, feeling the pain lingering on his neck for a long time, his arms were grabbed, and his resistance was easily stopped.

The quick and cold breath pressed against his ear, greedily plundering his breath.

"A Yue, help me! A Yue!"

There seemed to be bright red thick flowers coming from the darkness, and he saw Ling Yue standing in the darkness, holding a piercing sharp knife in his hand at some point.

He showed a malicious smile, and stabbed heavily at the man's back.

"Wow"

The sound of glass breaking came, You Zui struggled to get off the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.

The room was bright, and he was shivering wrapped in the sheets.

He lowered his head and found that he had a sharp table knife in his hand at some point.

Ling Yue had disappeared.

Because his grasping posture was wrong, the knife cut the palm of his hand, and the blood flowed down from the palm of his hand and spilled into the cracks in the floor.

He saw scarlet colors everywhere on the floor and bed sheets, smeared wantonly like red paint.

There seemed to be more blood than flowed from his hands.

He heard the blood dripping like water from a tap that was not closed tightly, making a tick-tock-tick sound.

It turns out that there is no difference between blood and water.

You Zui thought in a daze, his bare snow-white calf and feet were stained with blood.

He hugged his knees and sat in the blood, like a pure white lily blooming from the abyss of evil.

"What's the matter?"

Huo Peiying was awakened by the sound of the glass, and when she was walking down the stairs in her nightgown, she happened to see this scene in front of her.

She was so startled that she shuddered, and ran to knock on Huo Zehan's door.

"Huo Zehan, are you awake! Huo Zehan! Don't go to sleep, something happened to your little boyfriend!"

Half a minute later, Huo Zehan's door opened, and Huo Zehan came out of the room neatly dressed. His face was a little pale, and the black shirt on his body made his complexion even more stern.

He frowned looking at the bloody scene, but his expression was extremely calm.

"Let go."

He half-kneeled in front of You Zui, trying to make him let go of the knife in his hand.

The moment You Zui heard his voice, his body trembled, and the foggy fox eyes were full of fear.

"It's me, Huo Zehan, you are safe now."

Huo Zehan gently stroked You Zui's back, and patted it with a fixed force.

"No one will hurt you."

You Zui blinked his eyes in a daze, and finally pressed himself on Huo Zehan's shoulder, and closed it tiredly.

But he didn't notice that when he put all his weight down, Huo Zehan frowned slightly,

After staying in the hospital for half the night, You Zui's hand was bandaged like a mummy, and then he was carried back like a glass man.

When such a thing happened, Huo Zehan watched him more carefully, and he was not very willing to let him out.

Even including You Zui himself, everyone thought that he had hallucinations and self-harm that night.

"You mean he hid a table knife under his pillow when he slept?"

Fu Ying raised his eyebrows and looked at his old friend in front of him.

The other party seemed to still have that cold look, even if the world was destroyed, his expression would not change a bit.

Fu Ying and Huo Zehan were young, but Fu Ying was not as "well-behaved" as Huo Zehan. He went to study psychology in a deviant way, and now he can be regarded as a well-known psychological counselor in Uptown Haspenham.

When encountering such a question, Huo Zehan can be regarded as the right person to ask him.

"Is he on good terms with his dead ex-boyfriend?"

"very good."

There was a trace of irritability in Huo Zehan's brows and eyes, which made Fu Ying take another look in surprise.

"I doubt he even wants to die with him."

"Wow." Fu Ying said exaggeratedly.

"Then the difficulty of your strategy seems to be very high. They are so in love with each other, and you still have to intervene!"

"Do you know it's not good to be a mistress...

"I'm just asking for your opinion. If you can't uphold your basic ethics as a consultant, I will change it."

"Don't!" Fu Ying turned around the chair with a smile.

"Do you need me to give you some advice?"

Huo Zehan's face became even colder. He stood by the window and slowly looked at the night outside, then lowered his head to look at the black gloves on his hands.

"Okay, just kidding with you!"

Fu Ying stroked his chin.

"Self-harm, hallucinations... These may be the precursors of depression. Do you think his mood is still stable?"

"Yes, he acted... normal when he was with me, even too normal."

"This is a bit strange..."

Fu Ying made a few more guesses, all of which were rejected by Huo Zehan.Looking up and down Huo Zehan's expression, Ying Ying came to ask from another place.

"He suddenly fell ill. These days... have you done something to irritate him?"

Huo Zehan's face froze for a moment, and he hummed reluctantly.

"Oh, no wonder, can't you come slowly?"

Fu Ying looked at him sadly, and began to ramble.

"It was hard for him to stabilize his emotions and put himself in a fairly peaceful state, but if you insist on stimulating him, maybe some self-doubt will arise in him, and this will cause a big problem!"

Huo Zehan kept a cold face and remained silent.

"I won't in the future."

After a long time, he said.

"I didn't do that on purpose, I just..."

Can't help it.

Even like the worst beast, unable to control his desires.

In the end, Fu Ying could only let him continue to observe, and try to minimize the stimulation to You Zui.

"What you can do now is to boil the frog in warm water, and let him let go of his inner defenses little by little, so that he can be with you.

"After all, things like feelings are difficult to explain clearly, but no matter when, time will be a good medicine."

Huo Zehan carefully memorized them one by one, then turned and left.

"Hey, what happened to your back?"

Fu Ying shouted behind him.

"It's okay, just a small scratch."

You Zui sat on the window sill on the second floor in a daze. He looked outside, and outside the window, the Heihe River, which entered the dry season, was flowing slowly, wetting the river bed little by little, and disappearing into the distance.

Ling Yue came over from behind him, pulled him into his arms, and silently kissed him, from his forehead to his collarbone little by little.

You Zui let him kiss without saying a word.

The room was very quiet, and Huo Peiying had already left. Before leaving, she forcefully asked You Zui to remember her phone number and WeChat, and told You Zui that if Huo Zehan bullied him, she would call herself, and she would definitely vent her anger on him.

You Zui just smiled and nodded.

Since that night, he had obviously become silent, and only when he went out for a walk with the dog in the morning and chatted with Qi Hongwen would he smile more on his face.

The so-called vitality in his body seemed to be gradually disappearing.

This is a slower but irreversible damage.

He seldom goes out, dares not surf the Internet, and gradually loses some of the fun in life.

You Zui can no longer cook, because he will quietly hide the knife when he is not paying attention, and hide it in an unexpected place in the room.

Huo Zehan would also try not to let Benny or Bella be alone with him.

So You Zui became more and more silent.

Sometimes he saw You Zui sitting quietly by the window, as if he saw a lily that was slowly withering.

"What exactly do you want to do? A Yue."

You Zui looked at the person behind him, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Do you want me to accompany you, so impatient?

"Aren't you even willing to let me stay here for a few more days?"

Ling Yue was silent, he never spoke, maybe because he stayed underground for too long, all his words were buried in the cold soil.

Once no one would listen to him, so he shut up.

Ling Yue just turned his face to the side, biting You Zui's finger lightly, the sunlight penetrated his transparent face, leaving no shadow under him.

"All right."

You Zui smiled helplessly, just like when Ling Yue acted like a baby to him countless times before.

He thought there was nothing he could do about his lover who was younger than him, and they all knew this.

"Alright alright."

You Zui looked out the window for a while, then closed his eyes tiredly, and kissed the eyes of his lover behind him.

Perhaps, he should have done so long ago.

To do... the thing he was supposed to do.

The time You Zui chooses is in the morning, he likes the morning, the morning is always bright and hopeful, before the grandest noon, it is bright and full of sunrise.

Nothing to do with all darkness, nothing to do with all death.

He likes this time.

He was acting normal that day, he even fed Benny and Bella the usual dog food in the morning and then walked the dogs.

"Good morning, Little Rose."

The young boy in sportswear smiled slightly at him, and You Zui noticed that he looked a little different today, with some imperceptible tension in his expression.

Perhaps because he felt that he should try to be a good person on the last day of his life, so You Zui bent his eyes at him and smiled.

"Good morning."

He said in a soft and husky voice.

This is the first time You Zui said good morning to him.

The young boy was stunned. He looked at You Zui for at least three seconds, and then his ears turned red.

"That... this is for you!"

A love letter tied with a light blue ribbon was stuffed into You Zui's hand. You Zui opened his eyes wide and looked at the other party in surprise.

"Anyway... I know it's very old-fashioned to send love letters in this day and age, but I still want to do it, it's a kind of... a ritual!"

Qi Hongwen, who has always been talkative, stuttered a little at this time. He tried hard to pretend that he didn't care, but he only seemed to cover up.

"I like you, can you stay with me?"

You Zui's eyes were wet for a moment, he raised his head, the light fell into his eyes, which made him want to cry.

But he controlled it, and only carefully looked at this sincere and sincere person in front of him with watery eyes, who wanted to hold his sincerity in front of him.

He is so young, handsome and sincere.

How good would it be if it wasn't this time?

if...if...

It's a pity that there is no if.

You Zui thought helplessly in his heart, until now, he didn't even feel sad.

Some are just full of helplessness.

He covered his face, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said "You are late" to the person in front of him.