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The Emperor’s Defection Lover [Starcraft]
Fu Yucheng is about to die, half an hour later.
According to the customs of the imperial prison, all condemned inmates can enjoy a sumptuous meal of decapitation, also known as “ciyang meal”. This last meal usually has fish and meat, and if you are lucky, there will be a good glass of wine.
Today, the death row's "beheading meal" is very different.
A cup of sweet "mint ice cream with crushed nuts".
"Captain Guo, shouldn't the cup of gadgets you hold in your hand be for me? Isn't this kind of place, with this cup of gadgets, a bit...funny?" Net w~w~w.7~2~w~xc~o~m
Fu Yucheng leaned on the head of the bed lazily, looking at the ice cream in the opponent's hand indifferently, raising his eyebrows in a playful manner.
He was in a small prison cell.
A narrow single bed lay across the wall of the cell, and thin beddings were randomly stacked on the bed. At the head of the bed is a desk and a chair-all firmly fixed to the floor to avoid being used as a weapon by prisoners.
In the corner at the end of the bed, there is a simple toilet and wash basin with a thin and old towel on the basin.
Apart from this, there is nothing superfluous.
The cell was originally very small and cramped. Today, five heavily armed men suddenly came in, suddenly appearing even more cramped.
Except for the special police captain Guo Changjian, who was carrying ice cream, the other four special police officers formed a semicircle facing the bed. The high-energy directional infrasonic guns in their hands were all pointed at the unarmed prisoner on the bed.
Each of them, as if facing a major enemy, clenched the infrasonic gun in his hand, and bowed slightly at the same time-this is a highly tense posture.
The palm of the young special police officer on the far left was completely sweaty.
The young man swallowed quietly, and subconsciously held the gun tighter, while repeatedly reminding himself that this lazy and harmless man is the most dangerous felon in the history of the Imperial Prison. He took it lightly with his outstanding appearance.
Indeed, Fu Yucheng is a very handsome and very attractive man.
His body is slender and thin, his dark eyes are faintly dark green, the narrow and narrow upper eye tails are extremely aggressive, and the color of his lips is light and soft.
Unfortunately, the long-term imprisonment and torture made this beautiful prisoner look very haggard.
His bare wrists and ankles were covered with large scars of shocking bright red, and some of them had been inflamed and festered--they were severe burns caused by electric torture.
And around his neck, there is a cold silver metal collar.
Mental suppressor.
The red indicator light on the suppressor is flashing crazily at a very high frequency-this means that the suppressor has been turned on to the highest gear.
The powerful interference current of the suppressor is tantamount to a long delay to the extremely sensitive mental force field controller, which is enough to make most people collapse.
Fu Yucheng put on this damn thing the first day he entered the prison. It has been nine months now.
During these long nine months, he did not have a nervous breakdown, or even showed obvious aggression, and he was able to tell two cold jokes from time to time, which was almost harmless to humans and animals.
However, as one of the direct persons in charge of the prison, Guo Changjian has always handled affairs very carefully. He put the ice cream on the small desk beside the bed, and immediately took two steps back, carefully keeping a safe distance from the opponent.
Captain Guo stared at the prisoner on the bed and said solemnly: "Mr. Fu, there are still 28 minutes before the execution, please eat as soon as possible."
Fu Yucheng did not answer.
He looked down at the ice cream on the table, his expression in a trance, as if he was thinking of some distant past.
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In the crystal cup, light green mint ice cream, plump nuts and crumbs, and crunchy golden waffles are densely layered on top of each other, and finally topped with rich and smooth chocolate sauce, which is extremely attractive.
Fu Yucheng stared at the cup of ice cream.
I don't know how long he had passed, he suddenly sighed, and finally slowly opened his mouth.
Because of torture, his voice was a bit hoarse, but still pleasant to the ears: "Captain Guo, if I'm not mistaken, this cup of stuff was sent by the White Rose Palace?"
Guo Changjian was stunned.
He hesitated for a moment, and answered truthfully: "Yes, Mr. Fu. This cup of ice cream was delivered by the White Rose Palace in a suspended refrigerated truck early this morning."
"Hey, he really bothered." Fu Yucheng snorted, "For most of the past six months, he has held great power and is proud of the spring breeze... Actually I still remember the small cup of ice cream that year. It is so affectionate and important. Moved."
Guo Changjian looked at him confusedly: "Mr. Fu, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing." Fu Yucheng glanced at the captain of the special police indifferently, and inadvertently caught a red rope on the opponent's wrist.
He raised his eyebrows: "Captain Guo, this is your birth year? Thirty-six?"
Guo Changjian nodded cautiously: "It was just full last Friday."
With the rapid advancement of medical technology, the average life span of human beings has already exceeded one hundred years. And the average life span of a mental force field controller is closer to one hundred and fifty years old. The Captain Guo, although he is thirty-six, he seems to be only twenty-seven years old.
"Happy birthday." Fu Yucheng smiled meaningfully, "Captain Guo, I wonder if you have heard from the elderly in the family that a person's birth year is often not very smooth. If you are unlucky, there may be The disaster of blood and light."
There is no doubt that although the description is very haggard, the prisoner laughed, still regarded as pleasing to the eye.
However, this pleasing smile made Guo Changjian's hair horrified, as if being stared at by the emotionless vertical pupils of some bloodthirsty beast.
He forced his scalp to feel numb, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Fu, time is running out, please eat as soon as possible."
Fu Yucheng lowered his eyes, and his slender fingers gently stroked the cold crystal glass, as if caressing his lover's soft bare skin.
"Captain Guo, you may not know... The crystal, although very brittle, has a strength of 7 Mohs. Its fracture surface is extremely sharp and can easily penetrate the human body-half a century ago, that In a famous noble murder case, the murder weapon was a fragment of a crystal vase."
Having said this, Fu Yucheng shook his head regretfully: "Captain Guo, you are a very cautious person. I personally appreciate this. However, if you bring me this cup of ice cream today, it may be yours in your life. The most fatal mistake committed."
He showed a pitying look: "I'm sorry."
Guo Changjian's reaction was extremely fast. Before the other party's voice fell, he leaped a few steps, and said sharply: "First level alert! The directional infrasonic gun is in place!"
The pupils of the four reloaded special police officers suddenly tightened, and at the same time raised the high-energy directional infrasonic guns in their hands!
The four bright spots of blood produced by the sight gathered in the center of the prisoner's eyebrows. Because of the extreme tension of the gunman, the light spot swayed slightly.
For a while, the air in the cell almost solidified into a solid body.
"...Puff, don't be so nervous." In this extremely suffocating atmosphere, Fu Yucheng suddenly smiled.
Among the four bloody spots that kept shaking, he smiled heartlessly like a spring flower, and then slowly raised his hands.
"Captain Guo, don't worry, I won't do anything. In this situation, I can't do anything."
The hateful condemned prisoner looked at Guo Changjian, and he showed an innocent expression shamelessly: "I'm just...just kidding. Captain Guo, you know, the isolation prison is very boring. I was kept here for nine months. In normal times, apart from torture, there is not even a person who speaks... I simply doubt if you want to smother me—tsk, that would be too inhumane."
Guo Changjian didn't have the time to pay attention to his nonsense, his eyes fixed on the delicate crystal cup, only felt that his throat was dry, and a heart in his chest was "thumping".
This person...this person is more dangerous than the mutant snake, how can I be so careless!
"Don't worry, Captain Guo." As if seeing what the other party was worried about, Fu Yucheng laughed softly: "When the current crown prince was five years old, a madly close maid cut his neck with a crystal glass fragment. If his brother hadn't arrived in time, his life would be gone... Since then, every crystal cup in the White Rose Palace has to go through several safety processes, and it will only be broken into fingernail-sized fragments. No one can hurt him except cut his own hand."
Guo Changjian stared at him without saying a word.
"Uh, don't be so stingy. I swear, what I said is true." Fu Yucheng's expression was very helpless, as if the other party was an unreasonable child, "Can I put my hands down? It looks so silly."
Guo Changjian clenched his posterior teeth and said dumbly: "You..."
At this time, an old voice came from his in-ear communicator: "Xiao Guo, there is no problem with the cup, and the suppressor worn by the prisoner is also functioning well. There is no threat to him for the time being."
Guo Changjian was stunned, and glanced at the silver metal wall from the side of light-this is a one-way perspective wall.
At this moment, dozens of senior police inspectors and mental power experts behind the wall, all frowned. More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at the condemned prisoner who was about to die but was still not in peace.
Guo Changjian took a deep breath and nodded very lightly.
He still stared at Fu Yucheng vigilantly, and made a downward gesture with his left hand very slowly.
The four heavy-loaded special police officers slowly dropped their muzzles by fifteen degrees, but they still maintained a ready combat posture for outbreaks at any time.
"Fu Yucheng, I suggest you stop playing tricks." Guo Changjian said every word, "It's not funny at all."
"Captain Guo, you really don't have a sense of humor." Fu Yucheng shrugged disapprovingly. "It's so tiring to live so decently all your life. There is an old saying in China a hundred years ago-being a human being is the most important thing. Is happy."
Guo Changjian: "..."
If he could, he really wanted to strangle this person immediately.
Fifteen minutes later, under everyone's extremely unkind gaze, Fu Yucheng slowly ate the cup of ice cream, and unceremoniously scraped the bottom of the cup clean.
The soft ice cream produced by the White Rose Palace is the best ice cream in the empire. The mouth is soft and smooth, with rich mint and milk flavor.
"Thanks, it tastes really good." He sighed in admiration, picking up the white hot towel on the tray and carefully wiping the corners of his mouth.
After doing all this, Fu Yucheng raised his head to look at Guo Changjian: "Captain Guo, when will that person come over? I have something to do, and I want to communicate with him face to face."
Guo Changjian questioned: "Which person?"
Fu Yucheng was silent for a moment.
He lowered his eyes, his expression was rather weird, and he didn't seem to know how to answer, this simple question was extremely simple.
After a while, he twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Which person? Naturally... the very noble Prince Regent, my good brother who had lived together-Rong Yuan ."
"What are you talking nonsense? How could His Royal Highness be the same as you... a traitor to the party and calling you a brother?" Guo Changjian frowned and looked at each other with a lunatic look. "Furthermore, His Royal Highness manages everything, why Come to see you a death row prisoner on the verge of punishment?
Fu Yucheng didn't even bother to answer.
He picked up the crystal glass on the table casually and played casually. The cup was empty, just like the friendship he and that person once had.
The two of them met at a young age and had the same best teacher. When the most difficult and dangerous times were the most difficult and dangerous, they could stab each other without hesitation.
Unfortunately, people will change.
It is probably one of the deepest roots of mankind that they can share sufferings but cannot share sweets. Betrayal, just like a decaying flower, broke out of the soil in this corrupt swamp.
Outsiders may find this cup of ice cream from the White Rose Palace inexplicable, but Fu Yucheng easily understood its meaning.
A threat.
A threat from the current crown prince.
A despicable threat that he had to accept.
This noble Prince Regent really knew very, very well, his former best friend.
Now, they are a crown prince and a prisoner. The distance between the two of them is more than tens of thousands of miles, and they still have some tacit understanding. It is extremely funny and can be called black humor.
Fu Yucheng suddenly wanted to laugh.
He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, but found that he couldn't laugh too much—to be honest, it was quite rare when Fu Yucheng couldn't laugh.
The complicated pattern of the crystal cup reflects the dazzling bright light. It looks almost like a summer afternoon dream-light, transparent, false and fragile.
Suddenly, a burst of unspeakable deep boredom swept in like a raging tide and completely flooded him.
... fucking fucking.
Everything in this world.
The fucking empire, the fucking royalty, the fucking prince, the fucking ice cream.
Fu Yucheng closed his eyes and suddenly used force in his hands.
With a soft "click", this delicate crystal cup was crushed to pieces. Small fragments plunged deeply into his palm, blood slowly oozing out of his fingers, and he didn't even feel any pain.
That's it, Rong Yuan.
We should have cut off grace long ago.
"What do you want to do?" Guo Changjian took a step back vigilantly, "I warn you..."
"Enough." Fu Yucheng raised a hand and interrupted the other party.
"Tell Rong Yuan that he won." His tone did not fluctuate, as if discussing something to eat at night, "I agree to cooperate with the operation."
"But, after the operation, I'm leaving here...back to Earth."