Chapter 33 Confusion
"What do you mean..." Ji Mingyun, who was standing aside watching the show, realized something was wrong.
He cast a puzzled look at [Li Ziyue]: "Isn't he Li Ziyue? Why does he call you...Li Ziyue?"
[Li Ziyue] didn't say a word. He clenched his hands quietly beside him, and there was a strong taste of blood in his mouth. No one knew if it was because he clenched his teeth too tightly, his blood was attacking his heart, or because Li Ziyue's kick on the ground was too hard before.
"Forget it, I don't have time to worry about this now." Ji Mingyun raised his foot and looked out the window. "I thought he was so powerful, but in the end he just jumped down and was bitten to death by zombies."
"Heh, for a moment I don't know which is more shameful: being bitten to death by zombies or being hanged."
He glanced at Li Ziyue, who was curled up in pain on the ground. "It's a clever thing that you two brothers look alike. It's a good opportunity for me to compare these two death penalty methods."
[Li Ziyue] doesn't have time to deal with Ji Mingyun.
Li Ziyue's kick woke him up completely. After calming down, his brain unconsciously began to analyze Li Ziyue's previous words and deeds.
It seemed that he was scheming against Li Ziyue in this game, but in reality, the two sides ended up in a draw. No, from a certain perspective, Li Ziyue won this game.
At first, I used props for a minute to catch him out of the corner, then removed the props and pretended to be weak to let him oppress me.
He was previously at a disadvantage and was taught a lesson by Li Ziyue, so he naturally couldn't suppress his anger. Now that he has gained the upper hand again, the brief happiness will make him, who is still unable to get rid of his arrogance, lose his mind.
Then, Li Ziyue, contrary to his usual expression of weakness and guilt, looked at him with pure envy.
This again made him feel abnormal. When people sense something unusual, they will subconsciously hesitate in their actions and emotions.
And all this was just a psychological warfare waged by Li Ziyue to delay time.
This is to wait for the bell to ring, and only after the bell rings will the villagers rush to the house to catch people.
He used "no time to think" to restrain Li Ziyue, but Li Ziyue might use this method to strike back at him.
But was everything Li Ziyue did before really just an act?
[Li Ziyue] I know it very well in my heart.
What kind of performance can deceive "myself"?
No false performances.
All those emotions before were Li Ziyue's true feelings.
Hatred and...envy are also real.
"Tsk." Li Ziyue frowned and forced himself to swallow the bloody taste in his mouth. He supported himself on the door sill with one hand and slowly stood up.
But just as he stood firm, Ji Mingyun kicked him back again.
"puff!"
He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
[Li Ziyue] slowly closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed the anger that was about to explode in his chest.
Li Ziyue was right. The biggest difference between him and him was that he was too crazy.
But now.
[Li Ziyue] glanced at Ji Mingyun with cold eyes.
He is arrogant because compared with Li Ziyue. If compared with Ji Mingyun, Li Ziyue can even be regarded as a "servile" person.
An indescribable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looking at Ji Mingyun were filled with anger and... pity.
mercy?
Ji Mingyun suddenly felt an unreasonable sense of uneasiness in his heart.
It is obvious that he is the one who is intact and full of energy, while the one covered in scars and panting is Li Ziyue.
But why, panic gripped his heart.
"You seem to have misunderstood," [Li Ziyue] coughed, "Do you think you are the oriole in 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind'?"
He chuckled softly, his fangs showing at the corners of his mouth with a childish evil air.
"Or maybe? Do you now suspect that you are the cicada that is about to be eaten?"
[Li Ziyue] just shook his head and heard the voices outside getting closer and louder.
"Catch him! Catch him!"
"Everyone, come together! We can't let the murderer get away!"
He looked at Ji Mingyun with the most playful and mocking eyes: "You are the beginning of the food chain. You are the tree whose leaves are eaten by cicadas."
Ji Mingyun stepped back unconsciously, but the next second, he felt an icy chill on the back of his neck.
A series of raised bumps and bubbles instantly stuck to his fragile skin, and mucus spread over his limbs, fixing him firmly in place.
He looked back in disbelief—
The 'strong man' who had been transformed into a monster twisted his body and pinched his vulnerable wrists and ankles, and his sharp fangs pierced the blood vessels in his neck.
"You are a tree that is fixed here forever, deprived of any point of movement."
[Li Ziyue] walked slowly away from the window, leaving only his back to Ji Mingyun: "Has Li Ziyue ever told you that he doesn't like you?"
At this moment, Ji Mingyun's mouth was blocked by the mucus of the monster behind him. He could only stammer a few times and could not utter complete sentences.
"He probably doesn't like you," Li Ziyue said to himself, "After all, I don't like you either."
"At the beginning, this game was just a simple encounter between him and me. Of course, a simple encounter is also an opportunity to kill the other party," [Li Ziyue] snorted, "We did get serious before, and you really believed that you were just a bystander in this game."
"But you only saw the calculations between me and him," Li Ziyue took out a roll of brand new bandage from his pocket. The sound of the plastic shell of the bandage being torn off was drowned out by the sound of rain. "Have you ever thought that calculations are easy, but cooperation is even easier?"
Ji Mingyun's lower body was already deeply sunken in the mucus.
"After all, he and I don't even need to speak. We can understand each other's thoughts with just a glance."
"He kicked me to the door, so that I could catch you who were also standing in the corner of the door." [Li Ziyue] yawned lazily and wrapped the bandage around the wound on his wrist leisurely. "How could someone in the world understand all my plans the moment he fell into the trap?"
"It's really scary when you think about it, and that's one of the reasons why I hate him."
"He saw through me too thoroughly. The moment you mistook him and me for twins, he knew I had decided to kill you."
"Tsk," [Li Ziyue] sighed, "It's so annoying. When will he die? I will be the first one to send flowers to his funeral."
Ji Mingyun's eyes widened, and the hideous red bloodshot seemed to want to dye his entire eyes as red as a blood moon.
[Li Ziyue] smiled at him: "Sorry, poor detective."
"In fact, your role in this game from beginning to end is..."
He paused for two seconds, put one hand on his chin, narrowed his eyes, and curved them into a beautiful crescent: "Victim."
“Bang!”
The rusty lock of the door had been smashed open by someone outside. Just as the murder scene was about to be discovered, Ji Mingyun's movements and mouth and nose were blocked by increasing amounts of mucus.
He was like a melting flameless candle. The wax accumulated under his feet gradually solidified, and above him, another layer of mucus silently covered his eyes.
Two lines of transparent liquid quietly flowed down from the burial place.
[“The detective was sentenced to death by hanging, which is the highest courtesy for the murderer.”]
[Li Ziyue] yawned leisurely.
Until his death, Ji Mingyun never confessed another reason why he came here. It had nothing to do with Li Ziyue or any detective game.
He just wanted to take advantage of the situation to get the 5,000 points for stabbing the bride.
The fatal blow was delivered by Ji Mingyun, and Li Ziyue, who had been hiding in the corner, saw it clearly.
When he seduced Liu Fengfeng, did he ever think that one day he would lose his life because of his greed for points?
Hanged? It's not an injustice to him.
Afterwards, a gust of wind blew and Li Ziyue disappeared from the room.
…
The rain subsided, and a faint gray-yellow streak appeared in the distant sky. Most of the thick dark clouds dispersed, the thunder disappeared, and the lightning stopped.
It is now 4:00 Beijing time, and there are still two hours before the rainy night ends.
It seemed to be particularly humid here. Several pieces of half-moldy and half-dry firewood were burning in the house. The faint fragrance of the burning tree trunks floated upwards along with the milky smoke.
The firelight illuminated this small area. On the other side, the old wooden bed made a heavy "creaking" sound. Through the firelight, a hazy figure was seen.
He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his naked upper body had extremely beautiful muscular lines. Any more would make him too muscular, and any less would make him look thin. A few drops of water slid down his side hidden in the darkness and sank into the lower part.
He was staring at the person lying on the bed, his Adam's apple rolling slowly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his handsome brows slightly wrinkled.
He heard his own heartbeat like thunder, felt his blood quietly boiling, and his throat began to feel blocked.
Although the man on the bed only had half of his face exposed outside the quilt, he could clearly see the tips of his ears, which were red to the point of being almost transparent due to the fever, and his slender, white neck, with half of his obvious collarbone exposed, rising and falling slowly with his breathing.
The fever had not yet subsided, and his lips were abnormally red. His black hair, soaked with moisture, was scattered on the soft pillow. The firelight was not bright, but it covered him with a hazy beauty.
It's like an artistically processed painting.
Li Ziyue is usually indifferent, unless it is necessary to act. At other times, even if his body is in so much pain that he can hardly move, as long as he is conscious, he will not show his truly vulnerable side.
He forced himself to swallow all the tiredness and weakness. He would always stand with his back straight, always walk in the front, and always be in a high position to lend a helping hand to others.
But Zhang Lian was like a ruthless hunter waiting for a rabbit to fall into his net. He had spread the net of temptation long ago, trying to catch Li Ziyue's vulnerability.
And now.
The bed made another hoarse sound, and one side of the mattress was visibly sinking due to the pressure.
Zhang Lian's eyebrows and eyes looked slightly cold in the dim firelight. He picked up the upper body of the unconscious Li Ziyue.
Li Ziyue was exhausted and naturally leaned in his arms, with his chin tucked into the crook of his neck.
He is well-behaved and very dependent, as if he would cry out of grievance if Zhang Lian put him down.
Although the word "wronged" does not suit Li Ziyue.
But liking someone means it’s easy to see the other person as extremely fragile, so fragile that they will melt if you don’t hold them in your hands.
Zhang Lian felt an unbearable warmth coming from there. When he moved slightly, he felt something soft touching his skin.
Of course he knew what it was.
Zhang Lian's slightly cool fingertips lifted the short hair at the tip of Li Ziyue's ear and rubbed it lightly or heavily.
Feeling the person in his arms' breathing gradually stabilize, Zhang Lian took a soft dry towel and wiped away the remaining water stains on the tip of the plum.
Finally, Zhang Lian lowered his eyes and lowered his head a few degrees, just enough for his lips to touch Li Ziyue's earlobe, which had turned pink.
He paused for a long time, his eyes sinking into the thick darkness.
As if possessed by a ghost, he tentatively extended his tongue tip, and held that soft spot in his mouth. The burning temperature penetrated into his body through the sensitive tip of his tongue, and wrapped around his heart layer by layer.
Li Ziyue vaguely felt that someone was harassing him and subconsciously tried to hide somewhere else, but Zhang Lian firmly held the back of his head, making him unable to move.
It was unknown how long it took before he finally put Li Ziyue down.
Zhang Lian placed one hand on the side of Li Ziyue's sleeping face and just looked at him quietly.
His eyes were no longer as calm as before. There was an indescribable thick fog suppressed in his narrow and long almond-shaped eyes. His thin maple-colored lips were slightly pursed, and his Adam's apple rolled quietly.
He simply used his soft fingertips to gently pinch Li Zi's increasingly hot lower lip.
With a little force, that place quickly caved in and wrapped around his finger.
Zhang Lian couldn't describe what the feeling was. It seemed as if a light and fast electric current was running through his body, disturbing his mind and making it unclear.
His fingers exerted force slightly upwards as if uncontrollably. Li Ziyue was already unconscious at this moment, and all his reactions were instinctive. His lips, which had been barely closed, opened slightly because of Zhang Lian's movement, just in time to suck the tip of Zhang Lian's index finger.
Zhang Lian narrowed his eyes slightly. The water droplets that were previously hanging on his upper body had completely evaporated. The faint water marks made his muscles more obvious and sexy in the firelight.
Contrary to his usual behavior, he did not retract his fingers, but instead probed deeper. Only when Li Ziyue groaned impatiently did Zhang Lian reluctantly stop going deeper.
However, he did not change his actions, and the color in his eyes became darker.
He placed one hand on Li Zi's increasingly red face.
Zhang Lian's palm was still a little cold. Li Ziyue was already running a fever, and the heat from his body could not dissipate. Just when he was longing for coolness, he ditched himself and drilled into Zhang Lian's palm, pressing his entire side against it.
Zhang Lian blinked slowly and looked at Li Ziyue intently, as if he wanted to remember his every breath in his mind.
He opened his lips slightly and his hoarse voice rang out in the silent room.
"Before, you were always angry that I didn't come into the house, and you had to wait for you in the snow. I was in poor health at that time, and I always had a fever at night."
"When I had a fever, you stayed up all night to take care of me by my bed. At the time, I just thought that this would keep you by my side, but I didn't expect that you must be worried in your heart."
The slightly cool fingertips stroked Li Ziyue's still hot forehead, then moved down to his earlobe, and then down again, reaching into the collarbone that was half-covered by his shirt, and rubbed there slowly.
"Now I understand how you feel."
His fingers gently lifted the fabric on that side, revealing Li Ziyue's smooth and delicate shoulder, with a sharp tooth mark at the very top.
Zhang Lian’s warm palm covered the scar. He leaned his upper body slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and looked at the wound carefully.
After a few hours, the wound had formed a scar with dark red bloodstains on it. When I touched it, I could still feel the pain of the fangs piercing into it.
Zhang Lian's emotions are so stable that many people consider him abnormal. No matter whether he is sad or happy, his face always has an expression as calm as water.
In fact, he is not without feelings, but he has a very detailed and stable control over his emotions.
It is extremely rare that Zhang Lian's anger can be clearly felt like this.
When he saw the golden light in the corner of Li Ziyue's eyes among the zombies, his brain went blank for a rare moment.
He had invested almost all of his points into the points store, so he naturally knew what that golden light meant.
His normally controlled emotions were like a Pandora's box that was suddenly opened. His gentleness seemed to be thrown into a prison, and only anger and...
Confess desire.
If I could have arrived earlier, if...
Zhang Lian took a deep breath.
He muffled his voice, and his slightly trembling lips moved closer and closer to the wound.
Finally, a piece of warmth covered it, with a small piece of even hotter softness hidden in between, licking it.
Zhang Lian's breathing had been unstable since the beginning, and now it was even more chaotic.
He doesn't care about that.
The subtle fragrance from Li Ziyue's body filled his nose. Because of the fever, his body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people. However, Zhang Lian's body temperature was low due to the previous environment. At this moment, their skin was touching, and Li Ziyue's body trembled unconsciously.
Zhang Lian's voice had become completely hoarse.
He buried his head in Li Ziyue's neck.
The lips pressed against the plum, becoming redder and redder until they reached the transparent tip of the ear.
The name was squeezed out of his throat with difficulty, with too much unspeakable emotions and madness suppressed underneath.
His fingertips gently kneaded Li Ziyue's soft earlobe on the other side.
There was a sound of rain outside, the fire flickered inside, the firewood made a small "crackling" sound, and on the other side, the wooden bed was shaking slowly.
He called him.
"……elder brother."
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