inferior possession

Chapter 115

"Why?" Lu Meifeng frowned, his eyes had already started to blur from the sleeping pills, his whole body gradually weakened, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, hazy and moist.

"I'm the one who wants to ask you why." Duan Congzhen asked leisurely, his voice was cold and hard, and he rubbed the man's cool cheek with his palm, "Bambi, why is that question so embarrassing for you?"

Ji Lu was stunned suddenly, realizing what Duan Congzhen's words meant.

He said, "Bambi, do you love me more or Han Shuo?"

His body was cold, that is to say, the deer grabbed his wrist with only a trace of clear consciousness.

Duan Congzhen stared blankly at the man's hard white fingers, held them slowly, and said softly, "Since you don't want to choose, why don't I help you choose."

Duan Congzhen looked at him, saw that his eyelashes were shaking, his pupils were gradually losing focus, and the hand on his wrist lost strength.

Putting his hand under the quilt, Duan Congzhen raised his hand to touch the top of the man's hair, his eyes were full of meaning, and after a while, he stood up from the edge of the bed and left the bedroom.

"Take care of him." Duan Congzhen's face was slightly stern, and he glanced at Shen Changfeng who was sitting on the sofa, "You are not allowed to leave, you are responsible for any accidents."

"I won't take a single step." Shen Changfeng looked at the orange in his hand and looked up at him in a sleepy manner, "If you lose your baby, a few lives won't be enough for me."

Duan Congzhen was noncommittal, took the car keys and went out.

Duan Congzhen left, and the living room became quiet again.

There was a dead silence in the bedroom, and there was a glimmer of light in the early morning, and it was bleak white.

The face of the person on the bed was half buried in the quilt, and after a long time, he slowly opened his eyes.

Ji Lu's eyes were clear, he glanced at the camera in the corner of the room vigilantly, lowered his eyes calmly, slid down, and spit out the sleeping pill hidden in his throat.

With his eyes closed, Ji Lu was breathing rapidly, trying to suppress his movements, and reached out to reach the drawer of the bedside table.The revolver that Duan Congzhen gave him was placed inside.

The right hand is locked and has limited mobility, i.e. the deer took a lot of effort to reach the pistol, enough fingers to pick up a small silencer.

After struggling to install the muffler, the deer put his hands behind his back, aimed at the camera in the corner of the room by feeling, slowly closed his eyes, and tried to breathe evenly.

Gritting his teeth, cold sweat flowed from the deer's forehead, his heart rate was fast, and he could almost taste a trace of blood.

Hold the pistol tightly, that is, the deer tightens its jaws and pulls the trigger hard.

With a slight "bang", the bullet shot through the camera, and the machine was instantly shattered.

Ji Lu quickly withdrew his hand and hid the gun under the quilt.After a while, Shen Changfeng came in response to the sound, knocked lightly on the door, and asked uncertainly, "I seem to hear something, what's wrong?"

Ji Lu suppressed his voice and lied without changing his face, "The water glass is down, please help me get another glass of water."

"Okay, wait a minute." Shen Changfeng readily agreed, and turned to go to the living room to pour water.

Hearing that his footsteps were far away, Ji Lujia sat up, took out the dagger, and frowning looked at the handcuffs on his hands.

When Shen Changfeng walked into the bedroom with water, there was no one on the bed. Shen Changfeng was taken aback for a moment, took two steps forward, turned around the bedroom, and said hesitantly, "...a deer?"

Before he finished speaking, there was a dull pain in his back, and he threw himself forward and was firmly pressed on the bed.

Jilu stepped on his back, twisted his arms, handcuffed him neatly, dragged him to the closet and locked him.

"Fuck..." Shen Chang was in a fog, and was hit inexplicably. Before he could react, he was dragged for a few meters, his wrists were handcuffed, and he was locked on the feet of the wardrobe.

Ji Lu didn't speak, but touched his phone, pinched his face to unlock it, and looked through the communication records.

Duan Congzhen asked Shen Changfeng to invite Han Shuo to a resort in West Bay.

Frowning slightly, Ji Lu clutched the phone, his face changed slightly.

"Why did he ask you to ask Han Shuo out?" Ji Lu patted his face.

"How do I know?" Shen Changfeng sighed, his voice was extremely tired, "Jealousy, revenge, it's all possible."

"Why did you agree to him!" Ji Lu's heart ached, he couldn't breathe, and his voice was extremely dry.

"Do you think I want to!" Shen Changfeng raised his head and stared at him with panic in his eyes, "What is he, don't you still know? Obedient obedience may be punished badly, let alone disobedience to him?"

Ji Lu stopped talking, and looked at him silently, his chest heaving violently.

Standing up from the ground, Ji Lu put away his mobile phone, threw him a coat, looked around, and turned to walk towards the window.

"Hello!" Shen Changfeng was startled, and quickly called him, "This is the sixth floor!"

Ji Lu sneered, kept walking, opened the window and went straight out.

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The city has not yet woken up in the early morning, the sky is glowing faintly, and the morning dew is cold, Duan Congzhen sits on a dusty beach chair by the swimming pool, smoking idly.

This resort has been abandoned for a long time, and even the water in the swimming pool is covered with duckweed, which looks a little disgusting at first glance.

Duan Congzhen didn't mind, the clean clothes were stained with dust, and he didn't bother to brush them.

His arms were slack on the armrests, and the cigarette between his fingers was burning with a scarlet gleam, which looked extraordinarily weird in the gloomy morning.

Duan Congzhen was not in a hurry, he glanced at the time and calculated the time agreed with that man.

He wasn't sure whether Han Shuo would come or not, he could only bet on how much he loved Shen Changfeng.

Duan Congzhen loves this "prisoner's dilemma" the most, making them betray each other, backstab each other, and hurt each other.Bloody and exciting, the kind of painful fight between lovers can arouse Duan Congzhen's interest the most.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Duan Congzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, his nose caught the rusty smell of dilapidated buildings, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Ten minutes later, Duan Congzhen stood up from his chair, without brushing the dust off his body, glanced sideways at the looming person at the gate, and raised his eyebrows.

Han Shuo entered the building.

The buildings here have been in disrepair for a long time, and they are dilapidated everywhere. As soon as he entered, he could smell the smell of corruption. Han Shuo frowned, his eyes paled, and he was extremely tired.

The glass door was pushed open vigorously with the hand hanging from the plaster, and the hinges made a harsh creaking sound. Han Shuo looked around in the empty hall, but couldn't understand why Shen Changfeng invited him here.

I shouted a few times uncertainly, but there was no answer except for the echo.

Han Shuo stood on the stairs with serious eyes. He took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call when he suddenly realized that this place was so remote that there was no signal.

In a moment of bewilderment, Han Shuo suddenly raised his head, and suddenly heard a lazy voice behind him.

"Mr. Store Manager, good morning."

Han Shuo paused, feeling a sudden chill down his spine, and the familiar voice knocked on his alert nerves.

The hand holding the phone was slowly clenched, Han Shuo turned his head slowly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pair of legs standing behind him, before he could look up, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him.

His eyes were wide open, and there was a sharp pain in his forehead. Han Shuo didn't have time to shout, and suddenly lost consciousness.