Chen Kong finally went to bail Cheng Zekang out.
PUZZEL paid the bail on his behalf in the name of mental damages, and Chen Kong was happy to have some free time. After a brief chat with Zhao Jun, he left with Cheng Zekang.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly on the road, while Cheng Zekang followed him timidly.
After this imprisonment, Cheng Zekang looked much more listless. The heavy dark circles and bloated bags under his eyes made his eyes look even more dull.
Every once in a while, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Cheng Chen who was walking in front of him, and then quickly looked away as if afraid of being discovered.
Although his facial features were still the same, the son who had once been beaten and scolded by him had become almost unrecognizable to him, and even... frightened him in a sense.
Especially that night...
Cheng Zekang's mind instantly flashed with the other person's condescending look at him, and he couldn't help but feel the same shudder slowly creeping up his spine, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
At this moment, the young man walking in front of him suddenly stopped.
Cheng Zekang suddenly stopped and his wandering thoughts instantly returned to normal. He turned his head to look at the unfamiliar scenery around him, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
Although he had never been to the rental house where Cheng Chen lived now, he was 100% sure that this was not the way back.
It was getting dark, but the street lights were not yet on. The dim light enveloped the deserted alley. The undulating walls and houses not far away were full of dark shadows, as if countless ghosts were extending towards where they were settling.
Cheng Zekang's throat was dry and his heart was pounding. He swallowed hard and put on a stiff smile.
"Xiao, Xiaochen, are you lost?"
Chen Kong did not answer, but took out a cigarette and lit it. A red flame flickered in the gloomy sky, like a blunt knife cutting into Cheng Zekang's heart. The air seemed to condense, wrapping him up like a sticky fluid, making him feel almost suffocated.
Even through the thick darkness, Cheng Zekang could still feel the other person's gaze. The horrible feeling of being grabbed by a predator made it difficult for him to breathe. Although less than two minutes had passed, his back was soaked with cold sweat. He finally couldn't stand the boring silence anymore, so he gritted his teeth and spoke:
"that……"
Before he could finish his words, he heard the rustling sound of a schoolbag zipper coming from not far away.
A thick folder was thrown at his feet.
The street lights came on at this moment.
Cheng Zekang had a bad feeling in his heart. With trembling hands, he bent down to pick up the folder and flipped through it in the light from the roadside.
With every page he turned, his face grew paler.
Over the past decade or so, every illegal and treacherous thing he has done is recorded in it, clearly and with complete evidence.
Cheng Zekang felt cold all over, and his brain seemed to have solidified into a paste. He raised his eyes to look at Chen Kong, speechless.
Shen Kong half-closed his eyes and said lightly:
"The stuff here is enough to put you in jail for thirty years."
During this period of time, the hundreds of thousands he earned in the casino, in addition to supporting his usual random shopping, the rest was basically used to collect explosive information about his cheap father - Chen Kong had a good mentality. Anyway, he couldn't take the money away, and he always spent money as he pleased, so this time he just regarded it as the rent for borrowing this body.
After all... it's really a pleasure to see such a panic-stricken and fearful expression on this wretched face.
Shen Kong walked out from the darkness.
He blew a smoke ring into the air, his brows half-closed, "I'll give this to you. I have plenty of backups. As for whether I might accidentally send it out...it depends on my mood. If you bother me again, I won't be so easy to get rid of. Do you understand?"
After saying that, Shen Kong didn't even bother to glance at Cheng Zekang who was lying on the ground. He turned around and walked out of the alley without looking back.
He hailed a car and got off downstairs of his home.
As the night deepened, the narrow and closed corridor became dead silent.
Shen Kong took out the key from his pocket and walked up the stairs. The voice-controlled lights turned on in response to his footsteps.
His movements suddenly paused.
I saw a dark shadow squatting at the door of his house with his knees hugged. His dark head was buried in his knees and only the whorl of hair on top of his head could be seen.
Shen Kong frowned and asked tentatively: "...Han Li?"
The black shadow moved and raised his head which was buried in his knees.
It was indeed Han Li.
Shen Kong frowned: "Why are you sitting here? And you are injured, why are you here?"
As he spoke, he opened the door with his key.
Han Li stood up and patted the dirt off his pants. He pursed his lips and did not answer. His deep eyes were as dark as the eternal night, fixed tightly on Chen Kong's back. The look in his eyes was gloomy and complicated, as if there were thousands of words contained in them.
He followed Shen Kong into the door.
Shen Kong took off his shoes, moved his wrists and ankles habitually, and said, "Come whenever you are ready."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li attacked.
Chen Kong dodged reflexively, but was secretly shocked in his heart - Han Li seemed different today than usual.
Both his attacking momentum and speed were faster than usual. He only attacked and did not defend, with a reckless attitude, as if he was secretly suppressing an inexpressible ruthlessness, as if he was determined to catch him even with a wounded leg.
Chen Kong's frown deepened.
He found a flaw, hooked and wrapped his leg around Han Li, and threw him to the ground. Then he used his own weight and tightened arms to strangle Han Li's still struggling body and subdued him firmly to the ground.
"What's wrong with you?"
He was fine when he left school this afternoon, so why did he seem crazy at night?
Han Li's eyes were red, his chest rose and fell irregularly, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
He closed his eyes tightly and replied in a hoarse voice: "...It's okay."
...It doesn't look like everything is alright.
The scalding heat from the body under his palm was transmitted to Shen Kong through the clothes.
This is a fever.
Chen Kong loosened the shackles and was about to turn around to look for the remaining antipyretic medicine, but was attacked from behind by Han Li without warning. He was subdued using the moves he had taught him before - he was quite talented.
He raised his eyebrows and was about to break free from Han Li's arms, but his eyes inadvertently fell on the back of his hand wrapped in white gauze.
Chen Kong couldn't help but pause.
Just as he was thinking about it, Han Li buried his heavy and hot forehead in his shoulder.
During this sudden fever, he saw more.
He saw himself, a gloomy and autistic man, wasting time year after year, from junior high school to high school, from winter to summer; he saw a new transfer student, Ye Jinghuan, joining his high school class; he saw them become friends, and he even developed a subtle affection and feelings for him, and then... the situation took a turn for the worse.
His true identity was revealed, and the malice that had been accumulated before poured out like a flash flood. Countless dark eyes and malice accumulated into piercing sharp blades, cutting him mercilessly, and what shocked him the most was... behind that group of ugly smiling faces, he saw a familiar figure: that person was wearing old clothes that were washed white, his expression was gentle and timid, he looked at everyone with the same cautious and flattering expression, the same delicate facial features, but so mediocre and boring.
—There was also a dark malice in the depths of those eyes.
Clear and shocking emotions swept into his body, and Han Li felt as if his brain was about to be overwhelmed by the fear, despair, loneliness and pain that were swelling out.
At that moment, he could hardly tell whether he was the one with an amputation and being bullied, or the one with a disability but able to strategize.
In the chaos, Han Li subconsciously came to the door of Shen Kong, and grabbed the other party tightly as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.
In the light scent of green grass, Han Li closed his eyes, and his body and mind finally fell into a deep sleep.
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