Chapter 83 Chapter 83 Honey trap
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Mo Shiyu fell backwards on the ground, looking at the cold face made of leather in front of him.
With no facial features, no breath, and a stature that was too tall, he could not identify with any other creature. The one before him was a monster.
The other person restrained his hands while tidying up the hair that was stuck to his cheeks due to sweat.
I smoothed the hair one by one with my fingers and tucked them behind his ear.
His movements were extremely slow, careful, and delicate, as if he was meticulously dressing up his immobile lover; there was even a hint of subtle trembling and nervousness.
Mo Shiyu knew that the vest had no personality. Although his behavior was based on the character card, it essentially came from Mo Shiyu's own psychology.
He is a neurotic person.
Part of Mo Shiyu was inside the body of No. 2 Vest. He could clearly feel that the monster's action of combing its hair was actually cleaning the wound that he did not pay attention to. In the next step, No. 2 was going to use the monster's blood and flesh to nourish him and heal his wound.
"Let go." Mo Shiyu said word by word with cold eyes.
Under his gaze, Vest No. 2 slowly loosened his grip.
Mo Shiyu supported himself on the ground and sat up.
He lowered his head and first reached behind his head to untie his messy low bun.
In an instant, the ash-gray long hair spread all over his body.
She Yu lay in his arms, looking up at him quietly, her eyelashes thick and white.
Vest No. 2 stood in front of him blankly. Although it was because Mo Shiyu did not control him, this scene still inexplicably looked a bit like a big dog that was lost and dazed after being scolded.
Mo Shiyu fixed his hair himself and raised his head.
His cheeks were pale and his eyes were deep and fluctuating. He stared at the vest for a long while before slowly curling up a beautiful smile.
"Come here." Mo Shiyu called softly.
Vest No. 2 walked towards him. He walked very slowly, and each step seemed to be precisely taken at the right distance.
"Sheyu is a ghost. When he is unconscious, I can choose to release him anywhere, or I can choose not to release him and keep him in my spirit." Mo Shiyu said slowly.
"But you, you're different from Sheyu. You have a social identity, and you have to be present in the world at all times. I don't control your energy all the time. Most of the time, although you're stupid, you don't mess things up. You seem to have some kind of instinct."
Mo Shiyu looked at him and stretched out a hand.
Number Two held up his hand, half-knelt, lowered his head, and rubbed his cheek gently against the palm of his hand.
The cold leather felt cool and oddly comfortable in my hands.
A reminder of his inhumanity.
Mo Shiyu slowly slid from his forehead to where the bridge of his nose should be, and then to the area of his lips, caressing with delicate and gentle movements.
Number Two's reaction was slow, but he seemed to like it very much, like a dog being stroked on the head by its owner, feeling extremely satisfied.
He really does look like a mentally retarded dog.
Mo Shiyu suddenly pulled out his hand and slapped Number Two hard, causing Number Two to tilt his head.
He touched his face a little slowly, raised his head and looked at Mo Shiyu.
"You disobedient thing." Mo Shiyu cursed coldly.
Just now, Number Two chose his favorite method, confining Mo Shiyu to the ground, combing his hair, and checking his wounds.
It must be instinctive.
Mo Shiyu knew that he was a little abnormal, and he was very, very unhappy.
The power of vest number two is so strong that the external manifestation of this power is much more intuitive than She Yu's.
Compared to him, no matter how much training Mo Shiyu received, it would be useless. This is the racial gap, and any resistance he makes will be easily suppressed.
He couldn't stand it, couldn't forgive it.
Even saving him is not possible.
Mo Shiyu doesn't need a disobedient vest.
"Listen carefully. Number Two." Mo Shiyu stepped closer. He raised his fingers and pressed hard on the wound on the temples. He squeezed the burn wound, which had a shallow scab, until blood came out again before he withdrew.
The winding blood flowed down the forehead again, across half of the cheek.
Fumian seemed to be stimulated. He tilted his head back and moved closer to the wound, but was slapped hard by Mo Shiyu again.
Mo Shiyu stared at Vest No. 2 and asked, "Do you know you're wrong?"
Number Two looked at him, he looked confused, but only one thing was that he noticed that Mo Shiyu was angry, and he slowly lowered his head.
Mo Shiyu looked down at him and spoke slowly.
"You can't touch me without my permission."
"If you don't listen to me, I will teach you a lesson."
"Number Two, I know what you like." He stroked the leather face with a bloody hand. "Only if you are obedient will I consider feeding you."
“…”
After a stalemate of more than a minute, the man in black military uniform and leather mask in front of him moved his fingers hanging by his side very slightly.
It seems to have tightened a bit.
But he didn't move.
Mo Shiyu controlled his instinct.
"very good."
As long as he knows that he can control it, Mo Shiyu will still keep him. A tool that is not easy to use can be made useful by slowly training it.
He withdrew his hand without looking at Number Two again, turned around, walked out of the alley, and wiped the blood off his face.
She Yu stretched out his head and looked at the monster behind him.
He noticed that in No. 2's pocket was the gun that the original had used to commit suicide.
It was torn into pieces and is no longer usable.
The original body is like a child who lacks a sense of security. She Yu knows better than anyone that what Mo Shiyu needs is long-term companionship and the sense of security that they can go on together no matter what happens.
If he is suddenly suppressed, his original body will just abandon him.
After all, it is a mindless thing, as clumsy as a dog.
The monster's leathery face, devoid of facial features, was cold and smooth. He had no vocal organs, no throat, no saliva, no heartbeat, and no temperature.
He was unable to speak or express himself, and just quietly watched Mo Shiyu's back as he left. It seemed as if his thinking ability had completely disappeared.
When Mo Shiyu didn't control him, he was dull, like a machine with poor response.
But it didn't completely shut down.
Monsters still have instincts, but that's all they have right now.
The next second, his body suddenly moved, turned around, and moved away from his original body.
It was the original body that took over his body.
***
In the next few days, Mo Shiyu went to the crappy Internet cafe several times.
The first one or two times, the man in the corner just observed him calmly.
Not long after, he began to take the initiative to chat with Mo Shiyu.
Mo Shiyu tied his hair into a low bun, so that people couldn't tell the length of his hair. He wore a baseball cap, a bandage on his forehead, and dressed younger. He looked like a gloomy and beautiful boy with thorns all over his body. It would not be inappropriate to say that he was a high school student under the age of 18.
"Where did you get the wound on your forehead?" The man stood in front of a vending machine and handed him a cup of Fanta.
"No." Mo Shiyu turned his face away and said softly.
"Did someone burn you with something?" he asked. "Your father? Your mother? Or a classmate at school?"
Mo Shiyu didn't say anything.
"Don't you want to study?" the eldest brother asked again.
"No one cares about me if I skip classes." Mo Shiyu said. He raised his eyes and saw the hidden joy in the man's eyes.
"Okay, if you don't mind, just follow me first." The man with half-long black hair and wearing skeleton clothes snorted, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
Mo Shiyu looked at him, with a slight glint in his eyes, "Is it okay?"
The man waved his hand casually, "It won't cost you an extra bite of food."
A young boy who is inexperienced and lacks love can be easily captured by a little kindness.
Not to mention, this is a loyal, tattooed, and cool-looking gangster.
In Japanese culture, the Yakuza are a symbol of passion and rebellion in the eyes of young people.
It's probably the feeling of Hong Kong triads.
It is quite normal for young people to chase after such cool things.
Mo Shiyu didn't have much patience. The man only took him out for dinner a few times. When he asked him to go to the billiard hall to play billiards, he didn't even bother to pretend to be cautious and agreed immediately.
The man led him to a dark place.
The place they went to was even more remote.
After passing through the winding and narrow alleys, they came to a dark and dilapidated neighborhood where broken bottles and suspicious syringes were scattered everywhere on the ground. They walked around the garbage and opened a rusty iron door.
“Squeak—”
The iron door made a long, sharp sound.
Inside was a fairly large billiard room, nicely decorated and clean. There were several people sitting and standing scattered around the room. When they heard the sound at the door, they all looked over.
"..." The gazes of several people skipped over the man with half-long black hair and focused on Mo Shiyu, their eyes slowly changing.
It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Shiyu seemed to see a few hungry wolves with eyes flashing with hunger and greed, hiding dirty desires.
The air grew thick and heavy, and he timidly took a half step back.
The man in front of him uttered a heavy "tsk". "Look at you, don't embarrass me."
The few people then calmed down a bit. A short-haired woman with bare shoulders came over and gently hugged Mo Shiyu. The fragrance filled her nose. There was a sunflower tattoo on the inside of her arm. "New little brother, welcome."
"Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Black tea?"
Mo Shiyu shook his head silently and looked at the man.
The man turned around and said, "I'm going to tell the boss that we need to prepare for the initiation ceremony. You can play here first."
Mo Shiyu opened his mouth, with hesitation and confusion in his eyes, and slowly nodded.
The man and another person walked into the back room. Only a few men with different expressions were left. They seemed to be playing billiards, but they were always secretly looking at him with licking eyes.
If those gazes had substance, Mo Shiyu felt like they would strip him of all his clothes.
Mo Shiyu asked She Yu to turn into a ghost and enter the inner room, so he could hear the sounds coming from the inner room.
The man said, "They said he ran away from home because he didn't study. His family abused him. The wound on his forehead was probably caused by a cigarette burn."
"How old are you? Are you 18?"
"Around 18, then we'll say 17."
"Her hair is so beautiful, the same color as her eyes. It's definitely natural, not dyed. She has a narrow waist, long legs, and a nice butt. Her figure is also amazing."
"Are you a virgin?"
"It doesn't matter if a man is a virgin or not, as long as he is healthy."
"I'll ask him later if his classmates, teachers, or neighbors have ever fucked him."
A burst of vulgar laughter.
"They've been doing something new lately. They say they'll auction it off after the live broadcast, and it'll sell for a higher price."
"Remember to get me expensive medicine, so it won't leave any sequelae."
After saying these few words, they shut up.
Outside the room, the woman lowered her head and gently pressed her red nails on his shoulder. She leaned over his ear with her heavily made-up face and giggled, "Brother, we don't usually recruit people easily, but you were brought here by Will-O-Wilson, and with him as our introducer, we trust you."
Mo Shiyu raised his cold eyes, looked at her, and slowly smiled, "Trust me, that's great."
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