Chapter 19 Wrong
"Yu Zechuan..."
When Lu Yan whispered the name, the basement even echoed. He didn't expect the other party to show up at this time, and the unknown life or death of Jiang Boyun on the ground and the gradually strong smell of blood in the air clearly reminded Lu Yan that his fate might not be good.
He stood up slowly from the ground, his brain working rapidly, and a look of relief and surprise at having survived the disaster appeared on his face at the right time: "Why are you here?"
"After you asked me to leave last time, I resigned from Yinchuan Group. I didn't expect Jiang Boyun to still not let me go and arrested me."
"Thank goodness you came."
Only Lu Yan knew how insincere his last words were. He talked a lot, and it was very strange that he was the only one talking to himself in the huge basement. In the end, his mouth was dry and he finally stopped talking.
Yu Zechuan stood at the door, quite patient. He waited quietly until Lu Yan fell silent, then asked without any emotion: "Are you done?"
Lu Yan didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, because he saw Yu Zechuan walking towards him step by step, and the dagger in his hand quietly changed direction, changing to a posture that was more convenient for stabbing.
It was obvious that the other party wanted to kill him, and it seemed that his patient listening just now was just to wait for him to finish his last words.
Lu Yan had already started to retreat unconsciously when Yu Zechuan walked towards him. He didn't understand what went wrong. The last time Yu Zechuan drove him away, he could clearly feel that the other party had no intention of killing him.
When people sense danger, they will instinctively move away and escape to a safe area.
Lu Yan retreated slowly.
One step, two steps...
Until my back unexpectedly hit the cold wall.
Lu Yan was startled, and then he realized that he had no way to retreat. He was calm when he was about to die, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong. He clenched his hands at his side and looked at Yu Zechuan and asked:
"When did you change your mind and want to kill me?"
"You don't really think you've fooled me, do you?"
Yu Zechuan asked coldly, the folding knife swirling lightly between his bony fingertips, dazzling the eyes, but his voice was icy cold,
"I never intended to let you live."
Yu Zechuan had a strong smell of blood, not only from Jiang Boyun, but also from himself. It was obviously difficult for the two bodyguards outside to deal with him at the same time. Yu Zechuan knocked them out and was seriously injured.
Lu Yan secretly estimated the opponent's physical strength and thought about his chances of winning if he rushed forward to grab the knife, but he could not get an exact number.
Lu Yan didn't know why he could still laugh. In fact, he did laugh. The bright moonlight from the window shone in, making his eyes look even clearer and clearer. "Since you said so, it seems that I must die today."
He opened his arms as he finished speaking, ready to be slaughtered, and suddenly asked earnestly, "Since I like you, can you let me hug you one last time?"
Yu Zechuan stared at him without moving.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Yan took the courage to step forward and approached Yu Zechuan at an extremely slow pace. He walked very slowly, even his breathing became shallow, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and finally he touched the other person's cold and bloody clothes.
Lu Yan's beautiful white fingertips climbed up little by little like a fluttering butterfly, and finally passed behind Yu Zechuan.
He held her in his arms carefully.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together.
Yu Zechuan didn't react at all throughout the whole process.
Lu Yan accidentally touched the sticky area on Yu Zechuan's back. He lowered his eyes and saw his red palms paused slightly: "Are you hurt?"
The brim of the hat cast a shadow, swallowing up the outline of Yu Zechuan's eyebrows and eyes. He pressed the tip of the knife against Lu Yan's abdomen and slid it gently, making people shudder: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
Lu Yan smiled and said, "Of course it does matter. I would feel bad if you got hurt."
This was the second time he said this.
The last time was in the rental house, when Yu Zechuan was accidentally stabbed by Xue Jin while trying to save him.
Lu Yan spoke so sincerely, his tone was low and gentle, and his eyes were so affectionate, it was difficult to find a trace of hypocrisy in him. The tip of the knife in Yu Zechuan's hand unconsciously drooped slowly, and he seemed a little dazed.
"Bang--!"
At this moment, a dull sound suddenly occurred.
Lu Yan attacked without warning, snatching Yu Zechuan's knife as fast as lightning. At the same time, he raised his left hand and hit the opponent's shoulder with his elbow, pushing him hard against the wall.
The cold dagger was pressed against his neck again, but this time it had a different identity.
Yu Zechuan was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a devil crawling out of hell: "Lu Yan, you are lying to me again!"
Lu Yan got the upper hand, but he didn't feel very happy. He held the tip of the knife tightly against Yu Zechuan's neck, not daring to let go for a moment. He said in a low voice: "I just want to live."
There were ventilation windows in the basement, but I didn't feel any breeze. It was hot and humid, and cold sweat covered my back. It was sticky and more uncomfortable than the scorching heat.
"You finally got out of prison. Isn't it good to be alive?"
"Alive?"
Yu Zechuan was startled when he heard this, and somehow, a low laugh suddenly escaped from his throat. He laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking, and he looked neurotically sensitive.
Red eyes, pale skin,
A gloomy ghostly aura permeated the whole body, making him look like both a living person and a dead person.
Yu Zechuan kept laughing, and finally he couldn't even breathe, and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. The brim of his hat slipped off, revealing his flawless face, but the right side of his face was cut by a scar.
Yu Zechuan slowly raised his eyes and looked towards Lu Yan, with scarlet tears and overwhelming hatred in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and asked word by word:
"For the past five years, I have been in so much pain every night that I wish I could die. Why are you still alive?!"
For more than 1,800 days and nights, he almost drowned in the tide of hatred.
"How can you still live well after ruining my life?!"
Facing Yu Zechuan's hysterical questioning, Lu Yan fell silent. As a cancer patient who had once struggled on the brink of death, he subconsciously felt that there was nothing better in the world than being alive.
He thought that things were over and would be over, and there would be no trace left, but he didn't know that even if some people crawled out of hell, they would still suffer from the torment of fire every day.
When Yu Zechuan was talking, he was so excited that his neck accidentally touched the blade, leaving red marks. Lu Yan subconsciously put the dagger inside, not noticing that Jiang Boyun, who was lying in the corner, had woken up at some point.
Jiang Boyun opened his hazy eyes, and everything in his sight was blood red. Every part of his body was in pain. He raised his hand with difficulty to touch his forehead, but it was covered in blood, sticky and almost dry.
The exhaust fan in the basement kept turning, and the shadows of the fan blades passed over the head, making people dizzy.
Jiang Boyun took a deep breath. The pain in his brain made his thinking slow. The last scene in his memory was that he was sitting on the sofa and making a phone call when a man suddenly held a knife against him from behind.
"Jiang Boyun, long time no see."
A low, cold voice rang in my ears, familiar yet strange.
The man was wearing dark clothes, almost blending into the darkness. Under the brim of his hat was a cold and sharp face with a rebellious look. Except for the scar on the right side of his face that looked a little strange, everything about him looked the most frightening when Jiang Boyun woke up in his midnight dream.
"Yu...Yu Zechuan..."
Jiang Boyun turned pale when he saw this, and was almost frightened to death. Someone had reminded him before that Yu Zechuan seemed to have been released from prison recently, and he had deliberately investigated it, but the news from the private detective said that Yu Zechuan had gone to live in a remote town under an assumed name, and it seemed that he had no plans to return to City A.
Jiang Boyun never expected that the other party would suddenly appear in his private villa. Feeling the blade against his lower back, he panicked and waved his hands: "Zechuan... calm down... let's talk it over... don't use the knife... I can return your money and company to you..."
There were two security guards in the villa. Jiang Boyun tried to delay for them to come, but Yu Zechuan saw through his intention and asked casually, "Why, are you waiting for your two half-dead bodyguards?"
Jiang Boyun's body froze: "What do you mean?"
Before he could finish his words, there was a sound of cloth tearing from his abdomen. The man cut so quickly and fiercely that Jiang Boyun was stunned for a few seconds before he felt the pain.
He lowered his head in disbelief, only to see a dagger had appeared in his abdomen. Blood gushed out, staining his white shirt red, and was still dripping.
"It's nothing, they were all knocked unconscious by me."
Yu Zechuan clenched the tip of the knife expressionlessly and stabbed it hard, stirring Jiang Boyun. The pain was so severe that he bent over and vomited. His screams echoed throughout the room, but no one could hear them.
“Ah ...
Suburban villas have one good thing about them: they are quiet; rich people’s houses also have an advantage: they are sufficiently soundproof.
When kidnapping Lu Yan, Yu Zechuan learned one thing: never listen to these people's nonsense.
Yu Zechuan raised his head and took a deep breath. The smell of blood between his nostrils made him feel happy for a moment. His voice was low and slow, but very clear: "You can pay back the money and the company, but those five years in prison, and my grandfather's life..."
He quickly pulled out the blade and stabbed it back fiercely, asking in a low voice: "Jiang Boyun, what are you going to give me in return?"
Yu Zechuan suddenly shook his head: "Don't pay it back, just give me your life..."
Jiang Boyun struggled hard, but he couldn't beat a madman no matter what. The wound on his abdomen was pierced repeatedly, and the pain was almost numb. In the end, he didn't know where he got the strength from, and pushed Yu Zechuan away fiercely, and fled forward in panic, leaving a trail of blood.
Jiang Boyun ran staggeringly, and finally he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
Yu Zechuan caught up slowly with a knife in hand. The first thing he asked when he saw him was:
"Where's Lu Yan?"
Jiang Boyun's expression instantly changed from pain to astonishment when he heard this: "Lu Yan?!"
He didn't react until now. He looked at Yu Zechuan's clothes in shock. The more he looked, the more familiar he seemed. He was clearly the man who went shopping with Lu Yan that day.
Jiang Boyun's mind was in a mess, and he shook his head in disbelief: "You... Lu Yan... No... Impossible... When did you two get together behind my back?!"
Yu Zechuan didn't explain anything. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly found the secret door in the basement. He directly pulled Jiang Boyun up from the ground and walked forward. I don't know what he was thinking. He said viciously: "You can get involved with him, why can't I?"
This incident seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back for Jiang Boyun. He covered his aching abdomen and trembled with anger. Knowing that his death was imminent, he suddenly laughed crazily: "Yu Zechuan! You don't really think Lu Yan likes you, do you?! He is just a scumbag who hates poverty and loves wealth. Not a word of truth comes out of his mouth..."
"I've been tolerating you for a long time since I was in school!"
"You just have a little bit of money in your family. Why do you act like a rich young master every day? When you are sick, don't you just hide in the corner like a dog? Who would like a psychopath? Hahahaha..."
"People like you... People like you will never be loved by others... If it weren't for the money, do you think I would be attracted to someone like you..."
Jiang Boyun laughed more and more crazily, and in the end he was a little unconscious. It was not until the blood gushed out and choked his trachea that he coughed and died.
Yu Zechuan seemed not to hear what he said. He opened the basement door without saying a word and pushed him in.
There was a loud bang and dust rose up.
…
Jiang Boyun staggered to his feet from the ground, having already lost his mind. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: even if he died, he would pull a cushion on his back.
Be it Lu Yan or Yu Zechuan, both of them deserve to die!
Jiang Boyun picked up a bench from the ground, his face grim, and smashed it hard on the back of Lu Yan's head, so fast that one could hear the sound of the wind.
"Bang!"
In a flash, Yu Zechuan suddenly pushed Lu Yan away and dodged the chair thrown by Jiang Boyun. With a flash of cold light in his hand, he kicked Jiang Boyun in the abdomen, and when he fell to the ground, he drew his knife and stabbed him in the throat.
"puff!"
Several meters high of blood spurted out from Jiang Boyun's throat. Yu Zechuan turned his head away in time, but his body was still splashed with it. The strong smell of rust filled his nostrils, and his vision was dyed scarlet.
Lu Yan fell beside him and saw stars in his eyes. He finally woke up and saw Jiang Boyun's face twisted and his body twitching in pain. Yu Zechuan pulled out the blade neatly, and his pale face was splattered with blood. He was so beautiful that it was weird and shocking, and he was walking towards him step by step.
It turned out that he had a knife hidden in his sleeve.
But Lu Yan couldn't deceive him a second time.
The overwhelming smell of blood enveloped my entire body, making it sticky and wet.
Lu Yan was caught off guard by Yu Zechuan's throat and was pressed hard against the wall again. The blade was close to his skin and had sunk a little. He was panicking and knew he couldn't escape, but he was still unwilling to give up and insisted on getting an answer: "When did you start to doubt me?"
Yu Zechuan lowered his eyes and glanced at Lu Yan's throat, his tone was emotionless: "I have never believed in you."
Lu Yan: “Why?”
Yu Zechuan's lips paused when he heard this, then slowly fell, looking unhappy. His Adam's apple moved, and he finally uttered two words coldly in Lu Yan's ear: "Idiot..."
"It's Xue Jin who likes to eat matcha cake, not me..."
Matcha cake is Xue Jin's favorite.
Shredded pork with green peppers was also Xue Jin's favorite dish, but the green peppers were bitter that day, so some were left over.
Yu Zechuan spent five years in prison and he is not picky about food.
He likes black clothes, but Mr. Yu likes him to wear bright colors, so he always wears light blue and white in the company.
"You said you liked me, but you didn't get a single question right. You lied to me again before you died."
Yu Zechuan stared at Lu Yan's shocked face, tightening his fingertips little by little, bringing a near-death suffocation. He pulled the corners of his mouth, clearly smiling, but it was uglier than crying: "Lu Yan, I said before, I hate it most when others lie to me."
He shook his head slowly, veins popping out on his forehead, and finally a tear fell from his red eyes: "I have never received true love from anyone in my life."
"Not once."
"You are also fake..."
Lu Yan struggled hard, and with his last breath he asked, "What do you like? Can you tell me?"
This matter seemed very important. Even if he was on the verge of death, he was still determined to ask for an answer: "Yu Zechuan... tell me... what do you like..."
Yu Zechuan paused and asked, "Is it important?"
Lu Yan's eyelashes trembled: "It's very important. What if we have another life?"
and,
"Can you please give me a quick death? I'm afraid of pain."
It would be nice if they died like the way they met in the first game.
The dark sky outside the window suddenly turned pale, and dust was dancing slowly in the air. It was almost dawn, but there was not a single ray of sunlight in the basement.
Yu Zechuan slowly raised the tip of the knife, pointed it at Lu Yan's back, and then stabbed it in. Every inch the tip of the knife went deeper, the blood gushed out faster, but they embraced each other intimately like lovers.
Yu Zechuan closed his eyes and whispered to Lu Yan, "Five years, it's been too long, I almost forgot it myself."
But in the distant past, there were still things that people liked: "I like to eat dark chocolate and watch movies on rainy days..."
"I like black clothes and warm places..."
"But I'm afraid of the cold and thunder..."
"I still want to go to the amusement park, but I've never been there before..."
His mother had promised before she died, but that promise had long since been fulfilled.
Yu Zechuan said a lot of things. He had never spoken so much in his life.
"Lu Yan, I actually don't mind if someone lies to me."
Yu Zechuan himself didn't know what he was expecting. For the first time in his life, he was so gentle. He lowered his eyes and slowly wiped the blood off Lu Yan's cheek with his fingertips. This person was much more beautiful than him, and it would be bad if she was stained with blood.
"Remember what I said above. If you really have another life, be smarter..."
"If you want to lie, lie for the rest of your life, and don't let me find out..."
Yu Zechuan muttered to himself, "If Xue Jin hadn't discovered your handwriting on the original account from Jiang Boyun's computer a few days ago, I might have really let you go."
Lu Yan listened very attentively, so attentively that he had forgotten the pain in his body. He glanced at the blood that had already dried on Yu Zechuan's face, and slowly forced out a weak smile: "Okay, I'll remember..."
He had never been so serious: "Yu Zechuan, I remember..."
But what will be your ending?
Lu Yan choked up a mouthful of blood and asked with his last bit of strength: "Yu Zechuan...you killed me...what should I do..."
Yu Zechuan lowered his eyes and stared at Lu Yan. Only at this moment did his soul, which had been burning with pain, finally find a rare bit of peace. He shook his head slowly and said, "Lu Yan, no one can escape the punishment of the law, not even me."
He suddenly smiled before he pulled out the blade from Lu Yan's body and whispered something that no one could understand:
"But I won't go to jail anymore..."
The next second, there was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through cloth and piercing into flesh.
Blood spurted out in an instant, but was firmly blocked by the tightly pressed bodies, and it was just boiling. Lu Yan no longer had the strength to open his eyes, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer, his body slowly slid down, and fell completely into Yu Zechuan's cold embrace, and the latter also caught him steadily.
The two of them were half-kneeling on the ground, like redeemed sinners, or like people stuck in the mud, waiting for redemption.
The moment the sun rose, a ray of light broke through the window and fell squarely on Yu Zechuan.
The system's cold reminder sounded, foreshadowing a new beginning.
[Ding! Host death detected, automatically triggering rebirth opportunity! ]
[Game, start...]
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