inferior possession

Chapter 111

Even the deer didn't sleep all night, he couldn't sleep, and he didn't dare to sleep.

As Duan Congzhen said, the security system of this house is exceptionally good, which can give him a great sense of security, so that he doesn't have to worry about the Dongqingshan group coming here.

But he couldn't sleep.

Sitting on the carpet, Ji Lu looked down at the revolver in his hand, took out the bullets in it, put it in again, turned the magazine, and aimed the muzzle at his temple.

Now there is a one-fifth probability that the magazine is full and he can kill himself directly.

That is, the deer's heart beat faster, his wrist trembled slightly, and for a moment, his arm lost strength, and the gun fell to the ground.

After a while, he reached out again, picked up the pistol, and turned the magazine.

Repeated this all night, until he heard the rustling sound at the entrance, Ji Lu came back to his senses and looked towards the door.

Duan Congzhen walked into the living room and saw him sitting cross-legged on the carpet, not surprised at all, took off his coat and hung it up, and sat down next to him.

"Morning." Duan Congzhen bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair, stretched out his long arms, picked up the gun on the ground, and looked down, "Can you play?"

The deer's eyes were out of focus, and he couldn't see any emotion. After a while, he nodded, "Yeah."

"Teach me." Duan Congzhen handed him the gun.

That is, the deer held the handle of the gun, licked his lips, took out the bullet, and said Wen Tun, "Five bullets, one bullet, according to the Russian roulette game, take turns to shoot until one person is shot and dies. It's a probability."

Duan Congzhen leaned on the sofa and looked at him casually, "Continue."

"Turning the magazine before each shot can increase the survival rate. It's a very simple way to play." That is to say, the deer is not interested.

Duan Congzhen smiled, "Not bad. But I have a more fun way to play."

Ji Lu looked up at him, as if he was listening attentively.

"Did you shoot last night?" Duan Congzhen asked.

"No." Ji Lu opened the magazine and showed him, "Obviously."

Duan Congzhen took the gun, put the bullets in, closed the magazine, turned the magazine a few times, loaded it, and handed it to Ji Lu, "My game is, you shoot first, no matter what your result is, the rest Four times to me."

The hand holding the gun paused, and the deer raised his head in astonishment, his pupils dilated slightly.

"What do you think?" Duan Congzhen turned his head to look at him, curling his fingers around his soft hair, playing with it fondly.

Duan Congzhen's gameplay is obviously extremely unfair and dangerous.

According to him, the death rate of the deer is only 20%, and if his round is empty, the death rate of that period is 100%.

Moreover, Ji Lu had already seen it yesterday, and the bullet was real, a deadly bullet.

"Want to play?" Duan Congzhen said.

Ji Lu looked at the gun in his hand hesitantly, shook his head after a while, "I don't want to play."

"What's the matter?" Duan Congzhen looked at him with gentle eyes, "Afraid I have an accident?"

Ji Lu dropped the gun and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I will be implicated."

Duan Congzhen just smiled, didn't speak, held his hand, stuffed the handle of the gun into his palm, then slowly raised the gun, aiming the muzzle at his heart, "Let's try it, the probability is not high."

That is, Lu doesn't think this game is very fun, and he is not keen on life-gambling things, but Duan Congzhen likes the feeling of adrenaline rush.

"Bambi, did you shoot the first shot or should I help you?" Duan Congzhen asked with a smile.

That is, the deer did not respond.

Duan Congzhen covered his hand with a large palm, slightly bent his fingers, resting on Ji Lu's index finger, and slowly pressed the trigger.

With a "click", the deer's wrist trembled and his back felt cold.

It is a short position.

"It's not bad." Duan Congzhen smiled and appreciated, then squeezed his hand tightly, "Again?"

The gun against the man's chest was cold and hard, and one could even feel the beating of Duan Congzhen's heart, which was slow, powerful, and steady.

He doesn't look like a man facing death at all.

On the contrary, it was Ji Lu, whose heart was beating fast.

"Come on, Bambi." Duan Congzhen urged warmly.

Ji Lu held the gun with trembling fingers, looked into the man's eyes, and straightened his lips.

While hesitating, Duan Congzhen suddenly clenched his hand and pulled the trigger forcefully.

Ji Lu exclaimed and subconsciously closed his eyes.

The pistol shook in the palm of his hand, making a light and fluttering sound. It didn't have the powerful recoil as imagined, nor did it smell bloody.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the man's black eyes with a low smile.

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes and smiled, "I am the one who is going to die, why are you so afraid?"

That is to say, the deer was still in shock, and his breathing was still chaotic.

Duan Congzhen looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and replied, "Come again."

The third bullet, the luck in the front instantly increased the death rate to 1/3.

Ji Lu suddenly felt palpitations, subconsciously withdrew his hands, but was held tightly by Duan Congzhen.

"I don't want to play anymore," Ji Luqiang calmed himself down and turned his eyes away, "Duan Congzhen, I don't want to play anymore."

"Bambi." Duan Congzhen called him in a low voice, and firmly pressed his hand to prevent him from avoiding it, with deep affection in his eyes, "I have a question for you."

Jilu's fingers were stiff, not wanting to mistakenly touch the trigger, his brows were slightly frowned, "What?"

Duan Congzhen stared at him, the smile in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a lurking silence.

After a long time, he spoke slowly, "If I told you that there must be a bullet in this shot, would you shoot me?"

Hearing what he said clearly, the deer's face changed slightly, and he looked up at him in disbelief, "...what?"

"Will you?" Duan Congzhen held his wrist tightly, pressed the gun to his heart for him, and pressed his lips together, "Bambi, will you shoot me?"

"How do you know the bullet is here?"

"I just know it."

"..."

Ji Lu was silent, his palms were cold, his back was cold, and his whole body couldn't help shaking.

The living room was dead silent, the light in the early morning was dim, with a bit of coldness and strangeness, lifeless.

After a long time, Ji Lu suddenly let go and got up in a panic, "I won't play anymore, it's not fun at all."

The pistol fell to the ground, Duan Congzhen's body shook, his palm was empty.

Jilu stood up with his head down, walked towards the bedroom, walked slowly, turned his head, looked at the man sitting on the ground from a distance, and said softly, "The bullet is in your pocket. I know you didn't load it into the magazine at all. "

He lowered his eyes, expressionless, and murmured as if he was talking to himself, "Duan Congzhen, how smart you are, how could you let a loaded gun hit your heart?"

The bedroom door closed in front of him, and Duan Congzhen stared at the locked door for a long time before smiling slightly.

He lowered his head and opened the magazine with his fingers. There was a real bullet in it, which happened to be stuck in the position of the third magazine.The bullet had been close at hand, hanging just inches from his heart.

Duan Congzhen took out the bullet and held it tightly in his palm.

"Bambi..." He stared at the gun for a long time, an excited and crazy smile appeared in the depths of his eyes, "...how can I love you?"