Silent Reading Chapter 112: Verkhovinski (22)

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Fei Du’s expression seemed to be frozen by the outdoor temperature of minus 5 degrees Celsius. It solidified for a long time, but Luo Yiguo had already licked a little milk on the small dish, and put a big tail over his trouser legs. Only when he woke up like a dream, with a slight movement, Luo Wenzhou seemed to have something in his hand like an iron hoop. He immediately released it, allowing him to withdraw his wrist.

Fei Du bowed his head and looked at Luo Yiguo with a big waist, and then smiled: "It's true, it scares me to death."

Luo Wenzhou's magma-like blood cooled slightly, stopped the uncontrollable left-to-right collision, and gradually fell to the ground into a thick pile of volcanic ash.

He realized that he had chosen the wrong time.

Since he put Fei Du by his side, he always seemed to be impatient and couldn't help himself. The previously thought-up progress bar that was going to be sluggish became a stray dog-he couldn't hold back touching him, couldn't hold back the feelings that burst in his heart, couldn't hold back the extra words... more than one sentence.

In just a few days, he repeatedly "plans can't keep up with the changes." The original idea was full of loopholes, and it has become a rag that can't be sewn.

His hapless father and mother, who specializes in pitting his son, came back to chaos.

Probably the so-called age and experience endowed with "skillfulness" is just an illusion. In many cases, being comfortable is just after reading all the sails, getting cold, tired, and unmoved.

Unfortunately, at this point, it is impossible to look back.

Luo Wenzhou felt that he really scared Fei Du, so he lowered his voice slightly: "You want to tell me this?"

Fei Du thought about it, stepped back a few steps, dragged a chair from the dining room and sat down, resting his elbows on the dining table, fingers against his forehead, pressing on his temples one after another, eyes Half-opened and said: "I thought you knew me better."

Luo Wenzhou: "Which aspect do I know better about you?"

"Of course not in that regard," Fei Du casually joked. Seeing that Luo Wenzhou didn't mean to join in, he gave up the joke, but the tired look slowly surfaced, Fei Du was silent for a while." I remember that you warned me more than once before, let me behave and don’t experience your prison car one day."

"If I remember correctly, on the day of chasing Zhao Haochang, under the sky, I had already said that." Luo Wenzhou took out the hot milk and pushed it up from the end of the table. The cup stopped exactly at the expense. In front of Du, a drop was not spilled, "Can you still pour some other stubble?"

Fei Du shut his mouth briefly, because his mind was so dazzling for a moment that his mind was dazzling, letting his tongue be like a spring, and he didn't know where to start.

For a while, he raised his head.

"No, you don’t actually need to apologize, and you’re right. I didn’t kill my father, because I was limited in my ability. I couldn’t do it. When you investigated Fei Chengyu, you found another group of people following. He, that is indeed my person, I hired through some unlawful channels, and later you withdrew, these people all disappeared in a strange way overnight, and they were doing a gray business, and no one called the police. I ended up living without seeing people or corpses—that was the warning Fei Chengyu gave me. My wings were not hard enough to shake him. I stopped because of this, not because of moral and legal constraints."

Luo Wenzhou's heart began to sink continuously: "So what?"

"Team Luo, you have worked in front-line criminals for so many years, and you have seen no one thousand or eight hundred perverts. You should believe in your initial intuition. I am indeed'the kind of person'-born with a brain defect. Moral sense and sense of responsibility are below normal levels, dopamine and □ secretion are abnormal, unable to perceive normal happiness, anger, sorrow and happiness, nor can they establish long-term and stable relationships with people... Maybe you don’t even perceive what the so-called “love” is. Nothing."

Luo Wenzhou was leaning against the wall next to the restaurant, and the wall clock kept walking above his head—this thing had been broken for a long time and was always inaccurate. Fei Du took it apart and repaired it again.

He heard this and said coldly: "It doesn't mean that to me, you don't like me, you can say it clearly."

For a moment, Fei Du opened his mouth to explain something, but quickly held back.

Luo Wenzhou's heavy "life together" pressure made him almost unable to breathe. His most instinctive reaction was to panic and escape, and exhausted all his strength to maintain his good manners.

He is like a wanderer who wanders on thin ice in the long night of Weiyang, and he doesn't know which invisible deep cold pool the so-called "life" points to.

Fei Du was silent for a while, and finally just said dryly: "Sorry."

"Then why are you trying to provoke me again and again?" Luo Wenzhou's voice was suppressed extremely low, as if his chest was full of stones, and the sound had to be squeezed out from the cracks in the stones, biting every word I have to "creak", "I have warned you and rejected you many times, why do you still—"

Fei Du avoided his sight indifferently.

Luo Wenzhou stopped his mouth. He suddenly felt very boring. He was silent for a while, exhaled heavily, strode to the study, and slammed the door.

Luo Yiguo was taken aback by the sound of the earth-shattering door slamming, his throat exploded and he straightened his neck and looked around, wondering what's wrong with the **** shoveler. It blew the hairs vigilantly for a while, and when no one was paying attention to it, it trot over to Fei Du in confusion, jumped onto the dining table, and stared at Fei Du with big eyes.

Fei Du seemed to be still, and stared at it silently for a moment. His heart was filled with emotions, and his mind fell silent again. His chest was empty and white, and his thoughts were silent.

For a while, he remembered for no reason what Xia Xiaonan said in the interrogation room of the city bureau during the day-"You may never meet a boy who likes you so much in your life."

Feng Bin is to Xia Xiaonan as Luo Wenzhou is to him. It is the same luck as an accident. A person can only hope for once in his life.

In a lifetime without seeing the head in the future, it is precious to have a little memory. Although the memories are a bit short.

But it doesn't matter, all "memories" in the world are short.

Fei Du slowly rushed towards Luo Yiguo and stretched out his hand. Luo Yiguo first instinctively turned his head back and avoided, then he hesitantly approached, tentatively smelling Fei Duchui The hand in mid-air smelled a circle inside and out, and it finally let go of its guard, lowering its head and rubbing against the palm of his hand.

Fei Du finally fell cautiously, stuck it on Luo Yiguo's greasy back, and gently stroked it along the fur from the top of his head.

It turns out that cats are like this. The hair is fine and soft, and it is different from plush products-the roots of the fine hair are warm and dry, and when you place your hands on it, you can feel the long breathing and the gently struggling heartbeat.

It's a carefree little life.

Luo Yiguo squinted his eyes, groaning in his throat for a moment, and flicking his big fluffy tail one after another, making a very silly hum.

Fei Du almost peacefully coexisted with it for a while, the cat master was served comfortably, so he grouped himself into a ball, his squinted eyes slowly closed, and he fell asleep on the spot.

Fei Du quietly retracted his hand, picked up his mobile phone, walked to the entrance of the study, and knocked three times: "Thank you for taking care of it these days."

Luo Wenzhou ignored him.

Fei Du didn’t stay any longer, turned around and took off his coat and scarf from the hanger in the hallway, ready to go out and find a nearby hotel to make do with one night, and then think of a way to clean up his small apartment that had been vacant for a long time tomorrow. , Move home to live.

In the middle of the night, it takes a little courage to walk from the heated home into the cold winter night. Fei Du sighed, feeling that just thinking about it, his hands and feet are already chilling like a conditioned reflex.

However, just when he just put on his coat and before he had time to put his arms into his sleeves, the closed study door was suddenly opened heavily from the inside.

The hapless Luo Yiguo just closed his eyes, and was awakened by a violent wind passing by, and he didn't know who to provoke him. It yelled angrily, slipped into Luo Wenzhou's second bedroom, which had been vacant for several days, and refused to come out.

Fei Du didn't have time to turn his head. He was suddenly pulled from behind. He staggered half a step off guard, and his coat fell to the ground.

Luo Wenzhou grabbed his scarf, Fei Du, in order not to become a hanged ghost on Christmas Eve, had to retreat following his strength, and Luo Wenzhou raised his hand against the narrow wall at the entrance.

"I'll ask you two things," Luo Wenzhou said with a deep face, "First, don't like me, why do you have to stand in front of me when Zheng Kaifeng's car explodes."

Fei Du: "I..."

Luo Wenzhou didn’t listen to him at all. “Secondly, since you are a pervert who doesn’t know whether you love or hate, why are there electric shocks and vomiting devices in your basement? I have been a front-line detective for so many years. There are no one thousand and eight hundred perverts. I have never heard of any of them coming in because they are keen to toss themselves!"

Fei Du's pupils shrank sharply, and then he started to move subconsciously.

Suppressing him is no more difficult than suppressing Xiao Haiyang. Luo Wenzhou folded his arms behind him, pulled off the loose scarf around his neck, and wrapped it in his hands three times. In the circle, he fastened a buckle firmly, and sneered coldly: "President Fei, you lack exercise."

Fei Du was dragged into the living room by Luo Wenzhou and threw it on the sofa nearby. His long leg hit the coffee table. A dish of oranges prepared just to entertain Luo Cheng and Mu Xiaoqing fell on the ground, and no one cared about it.

Luo Wenzhou ripped off Fei Du’s shirt that had to be carefully served by the dry cleaners, and the snapped buttons rubbed his chin and fled hurriedly. Luo Wenzhou raised his hand and held Fei Du’s chest—this body is after all Young, the recovery ability is as strong as the metabolism, and many old scars only have shallow traces, and only a few shallow shadows can be seen under the headlights.

"If you use a tattoo sticker to get an electric shock, you are not afraid of burning your internal organs? You are not afraid of dying silently and carefully in that empty basement of your house?" Luo Wenzhou looked at him condescendingly, "Go back from Heng'ai Hospital that day , If it wasn’t for me to drag you out forcibly, what are you going to do?"

Fei Du has been mixed with a bunch of dudes since he was a child, and his shame is limited. It’s not a big deal to run naked wherever he is happy, but at this time, Luo Wenzhou started to tear it apart, but it seemed that it was not just a shirt, but His skin bag wrapped in flesh and blood. For the first time in his life, Fei Du felt unspeakable panic, and he bent his knees in a panic: "Let go--"

Luo Wenzhou didn’t dodge, but after suffering this, his hard knees slammed into a muffled sound that hurts to hear. Fei Du became stiff and missed the opportunity to fight back. He told Luo Wenzhou to press his knees and force them apart. Fei Du subconsciously closed his eyes with a soft "crack" sound at the joints.

But the two stood in a stalemate for a long time in a posture that seemed to foreshadow a violent treatment, but Luo Wenzhou didn't touch his hair.

"I really can't wait..." After a long while, Luo Wenzhou sighed, lowered his head and kissed his dry lips lightly, and whispered, "Take out your wicked heart and lungs and take a look."

As he said, he loosened the clamp, lifted a thin blanket from the rocking chair next to the sofa, threw it on Fei Du, and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly: "It's too late, you go wash and sleep. Okay. I'll go back... back to my room..."

"The basement used to belong to Fei Chengyu," Fei Du didn't move, and suddenly spoke lowly, "Fei Chengyu is a sadist. If my mother violates his'rules', she will be He dragged into the basement to punish."

Luo Wenzhou stunned, his heart beating wildly, and he subconsciously held his breath. He secretly took two deep breaths before he calmed his voice and asked softly: "What rules?"

"Many, I can’t say clearly. For example, she is not allowed to speak to outsiders-including babysitters and cleaners, she is forbidden to make eye contact with others, and she is forbidden to touch books and TV shows outside of his permission... Her daily The time of work and rest is fixed. Get up at 7:30, go to the table at 8: Start to clean the vases at home at 8:30, and replace with new flower arrangements. If the error time exceeds one minute, he will be dragged into the basement-the electric shock does not count. What a very light means." Fei Du whispered, "Fei Chengyu believes that this is his way of expressing affection. You not only need to get someone’s love, but also her spirit, and put her whole person. Put it in a glass bottle and let her every branch grow with her own mind. This person is considered to be her own. He doesn't avoid me when he does these things. There is even a children's desk in his basement."

Luo Wenzhou's breathing suddenly became a little difficult: "Did he...have..."

"Have you abused me?" Fei Du paused slightly, and then said with a constant expression, "No, I am the heir, and Fei Chengyu even thinks that I represent a part of him and will not do anything to me."

Luo Wenzhou's strained heart slightly lowered, he sighed in relief, walked over gently, and sat next to Fei Du.

"Since I am sensible, I have always wanted to get rid of him, but I just thought, I didn’t do anything—until she committed suicide." Fei Du whispered, "She was trapped in the devil’s cage with only An indifferent me, long-term deformity and abuse, her mentality is abnormal, in addition to depression, there are also deep delusions of persecution, thinking that the air is full of probes that monitor her, even if she is alone with me At that time, she never dared to say a word outside the “regulated range”. Fei Chengyu asked her to read me an hour’s book every night before going to bed, so she spent two years carefully mixing what she wanted to say In those reading subjects, I tried to instill the concept of'freedom' repeatedly into me... Maybe my reaction was too indifferent? After reading the last book, she finally showed me in person what is called'don't be free, give me death' ."

"I'm sorry," Fei Du said softly, "I actually knew that she committed suicide from the very beginning. At that time, I insisted on disagreeing with the suicide conclusion. In fact, I want to use you to trouble Fei Chengyu and them."

Luo Wenzhou: "...they?"

"Do you know the relationship between parasites?" Fei Du said, "I will provide you with nutrients and carbohydrates, and you will provide me with protection and trace elements... There is such a parasitic beast behind Fei Chengyu." /