The city is vibrant at night, with lights shining brightly everywhere, cars bustling about, and a constant stream of noise filling the air.
Skyscrapers rise from the ground, all neat and orderly, while the bustling crowds hurry by.
Fang Rong glanced at the price list on the coffee table, felt his pocket, and realized he had enough change for another cup. It was getting late, and it wouldn't be right for him to linger here and only order one coffee, so he ordered another one.
After he had spent all his change, he slowly followed the crowd.
Perhaps because there were people around, he was no longer so scared. Plus, with some music playing, he felt even more at ease and dawdled his way home.
The moment the light was turned on, he realized he was crazy. He was a grown man, penniless and friendless. Why would anyone be watching him?
It must be because too many things have happened recently, far exceeding his capacity to cope, that he couldn't help but overthink.
Fang Rong took a shower and went online to check what had happened recently. Sometimes he would see the red-clothed boy flashing by at the murder scene. The only thing he couldn't understand was why Fang Hua had to kill people.
For money?
For desire?
Forced into it?
Compared to other reasons, Fang Rong could accept the last one more easily. He believed that Fang Hua was kind and only killed people to obtain power because he was forced to do so.
He turned on the desk lamp and started writing and drawing in the diary, which was already more than half full of everyday trivia.
Because of his poor memory, he developed the habit of keeping a diary, recording all the interesting things that happened during the day.
Not much happened today; he simply made a note of it and wrote down the habits of the newly delivered test subjects so that they could be easily found when he looked back later.
As he was writing, he somehow ended up writing about Fang Hua again. Fang Hua seemed to have a great influence on him, and would pop up from time to time to disturb his thoughts.
Fang Rong took a deep breath and wrote Fang Hua's name in a large blank space in her diary, still harboring many doubts.
Fang Hua, you've regained your freedom and gained power, why won't you leave?
Once you're outside, the sky's the limit and the sea's the freedom to swim, so why don't you just leave?
What are you waiting for?
Fang Rong ended with a big question mark.
Although Fang Hua was raised by him, he is not really him. I don't know what he is thinking.
Fang Rong was a little irritable, and even he couldn't figure out what was bothering him.
He stood there in a daze for a while, and when he realized there was nothing else to do, he decided to go to bed. Just as he lay down, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly called, "Fang Rong, are you alright?"
Fang Rong leaned against the bed and forced a smile. "I'm fine, what's wrong?"
"I have some very important information to tell you, and it's about you."
"Me?" Fang Rong was surprised. "What is it?"
“I just sorted through the recent data and found that Fang Hua has been around you all along. Seventy percent of the murders that happen around you are in other places. Be careful, he might be targeting you.”
Fang Rong was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "Impossible, he once saved me."
He might believe anything else, but he wouldn't believe this, and Fang Hua would never kill him.
"That's not what I meant. I meant to say..."
"Wait a minute," Fang Rong suddenly interrupted him, "It seems the window was left open. I'll go close it."
It's getting windy; he lives on a high floor, so it's a bit cold.
Fang Rong went over to close the window, and suddenly saw a note stuck in the window crack. He picked it out and deliberately opened the window to look outside.
Of course there's no one outside. This is the tenth floor; who could possibly climb up to the tenth floor and slip him a note?
"What happened?"
"No." Fang Rong shook her head. "I don't know where the note came from, it got stuck in the crack of my window."
He unfolded the white paper with one hand; there were no words inside, only a smiley face drawn in the lower right corner.
o(≧v≦)o
The smile on his face seemed quite content, much like the one I saw in his diary last time.
Fang Rong was taken aback. "Fang Hua."
An arm suddenly reached in from outside the window, wrapped around his armpit and hugged him. The arm looked soft and weak, thin and pale, but it was incredibly strong and suddenly pulled him downstairs.
"ah!!!!"
Fang Rong screamed, the echo reverberating throughout the entire building. He was completely unprepared and was leaning against the window. Because of his height, half of his body was exposed outside. Suddenly being dragged out of the window, he felt a sense of weightlessness and falling, his limbs weak and his heart racing.
The personal computer on his wrist couldn't receive the signal because he was moving too fast, so it flickered and automatically shut down.
Before he closed the door, he could still hear Meng Xiuyuan asking with concern, "What's wrong? Hello! Hello!"
Fang Rong opened his mouth wide like a fish out of water, but couldn't utter a sound. Except for the first one, all the sounds he made afterward were blown away by the wind.
The speed of his fall was so fast that he had no time to think, let alone imagine who was behind him. He could only see his shadow on the glass next to him.
The long, bright red dress billowed in the wind, enveloping their bodies, making them look like a girl in a bright red dress drowning. The red dress billowed out like a vibrant flower, creating a stunning effect.
Fang Hua was shirtless, with a white shirt tied around his waist, and his silver-white hair was flying. He buried his head in Fang Rong's neck, tightened his arms, and was unwilling to let go.
Fang Rong was in a state of utter confusion; all he could think about was the possibility of dying.
However, miracles always happen when people are in despair. Two large lumps suddenly appeared on Fang Rong's back. The lumps grew bigger and bigger, as if something was trying to burst out through the skin and flesh, bulging and swelling.
Whoosh!
The thing finally broke through the barrier, like shattering a mirror, revealing a pair of white wings. With a powerful push from those wings, the two figures stopped falling and instead moved rapidly upwards.
Fang Rong closed his eyes, still reeling from the fear. The arm supporting his chest was pulling him up with great force, causing a throbbing pain in his chest. It was because of this that he realized he was still alive.
He slowly stopped his instinctive flailing of arms and legs, and tentatively opened his eyes. All around him were blue skies, white clouds, and tall buildings. The two figures continued to move upwards, and human figures were reflected in the glass next to them.
Fang Hua smiled knowingly at him through the glass.
He seems to have grown taller, his features have matured, and he's more charming than before.
Light occasionally shone through the window, sometimes dimming and sometimes brightening, illuminating his silver-white hair and the corners of his mouth turning upwards on his pale face—a confident curve.
Sure enough, things were different after he went out, bringing him both surprises and frights.
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