【Shadou】Alternative of the same kind

He put a golden gift box in the most conspicuous place. He originally wanted to stick a decorative ribbon on it, but he felt that it didn't fit that person's temperament, so he gave up the idea.

He hasn't changed that habit, maybe he won't be able to change it when he becomes an adult, but it doesn't matter anymore, he hangs his coat on the hanger as usual, changes his clothes slowly, and puts what needs to be washed in the laundry basket by the door Wait until the next day to put them in the washing machine, then wrap yourself in the quilt, sleep naked, and feel the caress from the night god Hecate.

He felt a little cold, remembering that he hadn't closed the window, he got up and went to the window, staring at the dark night sky for a while - there were no stars.

"Click—" He locked the window.

The lights in the basketball hall have been turned off. If someone turns on the lights, it will attract the attention of the administrator, but the two friends have not come out for too long, which will inevitably arouse suspicion and anxiety.

The student headed by "Da--" turned on the flashlight, held the flashlight and walked ahead, followed by two or three friends.

"Jockson, Sony, where are you?"

Angel heard shouts from the other end of the corridor, he had to hurry up.

The two people were tied to the shelf in the equipment room by him in an upside-down position, because gravity would make it easier for the blood to flow out. He prepared the oil barrel and took the tube and jackknife instead.

"Jockson, Sony, where are you?"

Hearing someone calling his name, Jocksen slowly opened his eyes. His silver hair looked like the gray hair of an old devil in the darkness. He was so frightened that he struggled desperately. He saw some light in the dark corridor outside.

Light gives hope.

"Clark, I'm here!!"

Angor was startled, and dropped the pocket knife. He couldn't give a warning, otherwise his voice would be exposed. He picked up the knife. He was sure that the other party couldn't see his face in the dark conditions, and he couldn't describe his face even if he ran away like this. Probably, in the previous meeting, he was wearing a helmet and only pushed up the part of the glass below his nose. That's right, he can stop now.

But he chose to raise the knife, and ended up with the lives of those two people, because there should be no one in a thousand chances to find himself.

"Jockson, are you here?!"

The people outside the door had already arrived at the door while they were thinking.

"Help!! Sony is next to me, help us out!!"

The anesthesia effect of ether has not completely disappeared, and his cries for help are getting weaker and weaker. Angel should choose to run away, but the things cannot be taken away. He will not wear gloves when cleaning these things, and his fingerprints are on them.

The loyal knight's first thought was to cut through thorns and thorns for the king and eradicate all troubles. At the same time, as a guard, his first reaction was to protect the king's safety.

It is the first reaction not to implicate Silan Udos.

what should I do?Stop and think about what you have and what you can do.

There is no need to consider the environment. There is only one door leading to the outside in this equipment room, and there are no windows. He chose this place to prevent the prey from escaping. Now he restrains the hunter, and the restraint is extremely poisonous, almost fatal.

Jackknife, he has a jackknife.

Angel gripped the pocket knife tightly and ran to the corner of the equipment room, and sat down against the wall, sweating profusely. His pocket knife was pressed against his face, and his hands were shaking. This is a normal reaction. Why?

Because humans can't bear to hurt themselves.

Shelan Udos fell into a light sleep after Angor left, and there was still some blood in his stomach enough to last him a day, so he didn't wake up because of hunger.

It was because one Didi car after another screamed past the gate of the community. He felt a little uneasy, so he opened the window and followed.

Several police cars and an ambulance were parked in front of the building of the general hospital. The dedicated journalists who arrived at the scene immediately began to understand the situation. They hurriedly asked the staff to fix the equipment, then tidied their clothes and began live online.

Salaman himself was not sleepy, and the sound of the whistle passing by aroused his curiosity.Anything that happened in this small city could be reported on the news immediately. He got up, covered himself with a quilt, went to the living room, and turned on the TV.

"...In summary, the two students this time are likely to be the serial murderers that the police have been paying attention to recently. The students were stunned by ether and were not injured. At the same time, the police arrested the suspects."

"According to the latest report, the police are temporarily unable to carry out an investigation on the suspect's identity because of the suspect's horrific self-mutilation behavior. Tried to cut throat but stopped by police, all we know now is..."

Salaman turned off the TV. When he turned on the TV, he didn't hear some of the previous reports. He decided to wait for the next day's newspaper or the rebroadcast of the news.

"According to the latest news from the police, the suspect is currently out of danger. The police will start investigating after he recovers and explain..."

A man of unknown age walked into the hospital, barefoot and unnoticed.

The front desk is dimly lit, and a young lady in a nurse's uniform is carefully recording the visitors.

"Excuse me, ma'am." He said in a helpless and cold voice, which frightened the attentive nurse.

"Oh, what's your business?" She couldn't confirm the age and identity of the person in front of her, so she had to ask in the second person.

"There were a lot of people, a lot of police came here and they put a guy in the operating room, do you know where he is?"

He stood where he was and didn't move forward.

"Oh, it's that person, he's done the operation, now..." She flipped through the record sheet, "It's on the seventh floor, 7015, the room with the window facing the door."

He nodded and said thank you.

"You know him, don't you? Who are you?"

"..." Shelan Udos lowered his head, then raised it slowly.

"Brother...he's my brother."

"Well, poor boy... are you going up to him?"

The lady saw him shake his head, turn around and go out the gate. She noticed that the man was barefoot, and he must have stepped on ice and snow all the way to get here. As a woman, her heart was very soft, so she took a piece of clothing and followed out.

Nobody, not a single person.

The reporter was asked to come back to interview the next day, otherwise the patient's rest would be disturbed. Where is that person, that child?

Gone, as if it had never been there.

She could only walk back to duty with some guilt, and all this was undoubtedly captured by the golden pupils on the third floor.

Shelan Udos dexterously climbed up to the third floor, from the outside of the whole building, along the drainpipe to climb up, although he was climbing, he looked as easy as walking on flat ground, he climbed up to the first floor in twos and twos, Slowly approach the seventh floor.

The silver figure was lying on the hospital bed, with a tube inserted into his neck, connected to a heavy machine next to him to assist breathing, because he wanted to slit his neck to die.

Shelan Udos sat quietly on the outer edge of the window, and the person on the bed seemed to wake up.

Shelan Udos knocked on the window, but the person on the bed did not respond.

An imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes, and his almost transparent hand was placed on the window again.

Two short beeps, three long beeps, and two short beeps.

It was only once that the lifeless man struggled to sit up as if he had returned to his spiritual light. The thick bandages only left him a gap to see the world clearly. In fact, he only needed a focus that could see the king clearly.

"May I come inside?"

Shelan Udos pointed to the closed window, "You know I can't come in unless I'm invited."

Angel struggled to get out of bed, and slowly moved the cold wall towards the window with his hands. The wound on his face only felt numb due to the effect of anesthesia, but the wound on his neck and the involved tube made him feel raw pain.

He pointed to his neck and mouth, and shook his hand.

"I can't speak right now, sorry I can't invite you in."

Silan Udos' eyes were full of sadness, and his hands were unconsciously pressed against the window, as if doing so could absorb Angel's sadness.

His golden eyes suddenly widened as Angel jerked the tube off his neck and staggered open the window—his upper body sticking out of the window as the cold wind from Verdun beat against his broken body.

Shelan Udos gave him a hug, which was not much warmer than the cold wind, but Angel felt relieved, and he closed his eyes.

Shelan Udos knew what he should do, so he buried his head in Angor's neck, bit down deeply, and at the same time felt a human hug, which was different from himself, so warm that he could melt himself.

He felt that the temperature of that hug was getting colder and weaker, and he lost his strength. He pulled out his canine teeth, grabbed Angel's body with all his strength, and threw it out of the window.

"Boom-"

The human body was shattered and stuck tightly to the roof of the ambulance on the first floor. That person closed his eyes, and they will remain closed forever.

Salaman felt someone calling him in the night.

"Salaman, I'm here."

It's him, Sandral.

"Why are you outside?"

"Don't look at me! Do as I say, Salaman."

He was a little surprised at first, but when the other party called his name, everything became relieved.

"Salaman, turn around and don't look at me."

"Okay." He rolled over on the bed.

"Say 'you can come in'."

"Okay, you can come in."

The sound of clicking was mixed with wind and snow hitting the warm cabin, and the child who was used to sleeping naked grabbed the quilt tightly to cover him.

"Click—" The window was locked again, so how did he open the window?

He felt the sound of footsteps, walking on the floor, the sound was like bare feet, just like himself.

He felt that someone pulled his quilt, and with a sound of fanning, maybe he was covering himself with a quilt.

"you......"

"Shut up, Salaman, good night."

Maybe it was an illusion, but there was some crying in his words.

He stretched out one hand and probed behind him, touched his cold lower abdomen, and retracted his hand reflexively. Salaman felt that the other party's body temperature was surprisingly low, perhaps because he had just returned from outside, but what he touched just now Definitely the skin.

He's also a naked sleeping...kid?

"Okay, but can I just say one sentence?"

"..." Salaman felt a cold finger draw a check mark on his back, the biting cold invaded his internal organs along the trace, and slowly took root in his body, but he seemed to be used to it, Just a momentary habit.

"I bought you a present. He's on the table. It's the golden box. If you want to go home, please take it with you."

The quilt rustled for a while, and Salaman concluded that it was the people behind who nodded.

What if you shake your head?

No, don't talk.

He was alone in the room the next day, and Sandraar disappeared with the gift, but the wrapping paper was left on his desk.

Rubik's Cube, that gift is a brand new Rubik's Cube.

Silan Udos slept quietly in the bedroom alone, and he placed the Rubik's Cube on the table in the living room, which was very warm.

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