MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash-Chapter 150

His eyes were pitch black, and cold water was poured into his ears. So his hearing was also deprived, but it was not quiet, but a noisy chaos. The turbulent waves were pushing and pulling like countless hands, slamming him into the sea. out to sea.

Air is poured into the nose and the cells race against time to grab oxygen. But in the end waiting for them to end is still a dead end.

Mr. A rarely has such a long and meticulous experience. This time there will be no possibility of reversal of death. Consciousness and coldness will gradually fade away. During the infinitely stretched time, he feels the unwilling cry of every cell in the body. .

But the shadow of death is still gradually solidifying, the starlight tens of thousands of light-years away is out of reach, powerless despair and unspeakable loneliness entangle him into a deeper darkness.

At the last moment, the vague consciousness urged him to stretch out a hand with all his strength, and he himself did not understand why he did it. Perhaps the sun in the hallucination was too bright, making it feel within reach.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was the bright light of the overhead lamp, and a familiar face looking at him with concern.

The blond youth held his raised hand, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Mr. A reacted for a while, then shook his head: "It's not a nightmare."

Then he glanced at the time and realized that he had accidentally fallen asleep on the sofa. He half-supported his body with his other hand and yawned lightly, feeling that his eyelids were heavy and could not be opened: "You Coming back very late."

It was early in the morning, and there were only a few hours left before dawn, so I couldn't completely blame him for falling asleep.

Amuro Toru didn't say anything, his eyes scanned the disguised face for a moment, and said, "This...is there a waterproof material?"

Jun A was stunned for a moment, and he saw his own reflection in the other party's purple-gray eyes—

The eyes are wrinkled, the color on them is blurred, and it looks like the skin of an amphibian.

!

He gasped and sat up straight to remove the disguise, but Amuro stopped him: "I'll help you."

The blond-haired youth was half-kneeling in front of the sofa, and gently lifted the uncharacteristic mask. Below was a face that had not changed at all for five years. Only his eyes had changed over time, and his fingers fell on his fragile neck. , the other party just gently rolled his Adam's apple, and obediently entrusted the key to his hands.

"There will be a pool party tomorrow night. After getting off the boat, you will stay on the island for a day and a half. If you can't get into the water, you can only stay on the beach and build sandcastles."

Mr. A remembered the experience he dreamed just now: "Actually, it's not bad. I don't like water very much."

Building sand castles also sounds interesting.

Amuro asked, "Did you learn swimming from Matsuda and the others when you were in Okinawa?"

Mr. A said ashamedly: "Yes, but until the end, I was still in the stage of dog digging, and even Mr. Ida gave up teaching me."

Matsuda Jinhei couldn't help laughing at his funny gesture.

It took him only a short time to go from completely ignorant to mastering the direction of swimming. However, as long as he changed his posture, he would be like a puppet out of control. He didn't know where to put his limbs. Then he choked on water, and was caught by Matsuda Jinping, who had a stomachache from laughing.

It seems that a vegetative person who suddenly woke up after sleeping for more than ten years is rehabilitating, and has received such an evaluation.

"It's because they don't know how to teach, so what Matsuda said to you is irresponsible things like following instinct? Sure enough, I'm not surprised at all." Toru Amuro concluded, "My I thought you did it on purpose."

A-kun and Matsuda Jinping had a speed battle, and in the end the former won with a skilled dog planer. Although it does not rule out the possibility that Matsuda Jinhei lost his strength because of his laughter.

"How could it be intentional!" Jun A opened his eyes wide and leaned forward unconsciously, he excitedly defended his image, "You don't know how excessive he is, he keeps laughing at me, even if I win I'm still laughing after that!"

It was clearly out of shame that he raced against the opponent, but although he won, he had no sense of accomplishment at all!

He was also embarrassed in front of many people because of this, and Mr. A was hit hard, and he has been fishing on land since then.

Amuro laughed: "I see, it's really too much, I must teach him a lesson next time."

Mr. A had a feeling of being treated as a child, and realized his naivety later, his face flushed, "Forget it, I don't care about what happened so long ago. Have Matsuda and the others gone back?"

"Well, after all, I have to go to work tomorrow."

Hiss, so hard work. Good thing he's gone now.

Mr. A doesn't want to recall how many times he was woken up in a dream and rushed to the scene of the crime. This is a small case. The most amazing thing is that once there is a major case like serial murder, they almost have to eat and live under the watch. I stayed up for several nights to sort out information and keep tabs on them, and if ordinary cases were routine, then this kind of major case was a monthly routine, and the front-line criminal police in Tokyo were absolutely capable of doing it.

Toru Amuro said, "If you don't like it, forget it. You still have injuries on your arm, so it's not suitable for you to touch the water."

He tore off the last bit of disguise and wiped away the moisture at the end of the other's eyes with his fingertips. Because of his actions, Mr. A closed his eyes and shrank back subconsciously. He was caught when he raised his hand to rub his eyes. , and then the other party's disapproving voice: "Don't rub your eyes with dirty hands, be careful you will get keratitis."

Well, he can't rub himself with his hands, but you can. A-jun scolded his stomach for a while, but he was obedient and put down his hand. The water marks on the other side of his eyes were also wiped away. He tried to open his eyes, but An Shitou said helplessly: "No matter how hard you try, you can't widen your eyes. I'm swollen from crying, I'll go get some ice cubes and put it on cold compresses, and I'll be fine soon."

A Jun emphasized: "It's swollen from sleep."

"Well..." Amuro didn't expose him, just opened his arms, "Want to hug him?"

Mr. A struggled for a while, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation.

Because the other party said he wanted to hug him before, so he fulfilled Toru Amuro's wish!

He rushed over, but he couldn't grasp the direction in a hurry, his whole face hit the opponent's chest, and even flicked, reminding him of the previous incident of the salty pig's hand, he hurriedly grabbed An Shitou's shoulder and picked himself up, chin Take it up, his face flushed.

Toru Amuro:…

The atmosphere always felt a little funny.

He circled the other party in a complicated mood, pressed him a little harder, the two were close to each other, the two thin layers of fabric were basically nothing, and the sound of Mr. A's heartbeat far exceeding the normal frequency was clearly audible.

The blond young man's waist and legs were transferred from the ground to the sofa. Mr. A was turned by his thighs for half a circle. When he came back to his senses, he was sitting on the other's lap, with his knees apart and his calves pressed against the sofa cushions on both sides. .

Mr. A subconsciously clenched the fabric of the loungewear on the other's back, his muscles tense.

Because he was afraid that the target's disappearance would be called by the police, he didn't remove the disguise, but he changed his clothes. He is also wearing ordinary short-sleeved shorts at home. He was sweating all over, but his muscles and joints were inexplicably numb.

He whispered, "I'm done hugging."

Amuro snorted, his nasal voice was low, and the air trembled as if the air followed. Jun A swallowed his saliva: "Then let go, I'm going to take a bath."

The blond young man tightened his arms a little, buried his face on the side of his neck, and breathed onto his skin as he spoke, causing him to subconsciously slow down his breathing: "But I haven't."

Jun A was stunned for a moment, realizing that the other party was answering his last sentence.

Toru Amuro seems to be a little off. He vaguely sensed the strangeness of the other party, but he didn't know where it was, so he could only vaguely guess that it might be because of Qiu Zeyao's death.

Although they are the same soul, they really look like two people on the outside, and it is difficult to connect them visually.

Maybe in Amuro Toru's view, the other party is really with two people...

If this is the case, isn't Qiu Zeyao the dead Bai Yueguang, he wants to compete with himself... for favor?

No no no, probably not.

A-jun uncontrollably scattered his thoughts, but his heartbeat gradually calmed down. He pushed Amuro Toru's shoulder, and the other party docilely loosened the restraint, letting him escape from the tight embrace just now.

The young man's light golden eyelashes drooped down, his purple-gray pupils were half hidden, his lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips turned down. He didn't say a word, and seemed to say everything.

A-jun's fingertips trembled, and he pushed the arm of the other party's shoulder for a while, and then firmly exerted force to open the distance.

Amuro Toru looked even more lost, and there was a feeling of grievance at the end of his eyes.

This expression is half-truth.

When he returned to the room, he noticed Mr. A who was sleeping on the sofa. The other party had one leg on the ground, his clothes were wrinkled, and they were stored under him. Half of his face was turned towards the back of the chair, looking like he was sleeping. Very dishonest.

Amuro Toru changed his clothes and planned to transfer the person to the room, only to realize that something was wrong when he approached.

Not to mention the camouflage of soaking water around the eyes, the opponent's limbs twitched unnaturally and occasionally made swinging movements, the clothes were deformed like this, and his breathing was also very strange, and he gasped after a long time of holding his breath. For a moment, his expression was extremely calm, or dead silence was more appropriate, like a person who accepted the ending and waited for the fate to come.

Amuro hesitated for a moment whether to wake people up. Before he made a decision, the other party suddenly raised a hand and made an action to grab something. He subconsciously held it, his tentacles were cold, and then he met the eyes of the other party's opened eyes.

He asked if he had nightmares, but he already knew in his heart that the other party was probably dreaming about Qiu Zeyao's experience in the sea.

Death is definitely not a good experience, let alone falling into the sea with injuries at night, the dark oppression, the suffocation that is like a shadow, the despair of being unable to resist, the life is a little bit detached, and even the pain is numb, it is a psychological shadow. However, most people may suffer from PTSD because of this. But most people only experience this once in a lifetime.

He has been observing Mr. A, but the other party's performance is normal, his actions are smooth, and his emotions are extremely stable. So many preparations were made to no avail.

Even though half of himself died, Mr. A behaved as if nothing had happened—no, it wasn't, the other party paid special attention to his reaction.

Qiusawa Yao fell into the sea, was it so calm when he was on the verge of death?

Now he knows the answer, yes.

Like a pool of stagnant water, despair and fear did not bring many ripples on it, and soon returned to silence.

Humans' fear of death is instinctive, and even those who seek death will be instinctively afraid when they are infinitely close to death.

But the other party violated this instinct. He opened his eyes, and there was daze and trance in the gray pupils.

The only thing is that he didn't have the necessary negative emotions. It only took a short time to realize the situation at this time. If it weren't for the water marks in his eyes, no one would think that he was still drowning in a dream just now.

What made his eyelids swollen was probably the physiological tears brought on by suffocation.

Anshitou grabbed his icy hand, as if he had caught a wisp of wind that would dissipate at any time. He suspected that the other party would also be like an invisible wind, coming suddenly and leaving without warning.

He buried this unease and worry at the bottom of his heart, and what he showed was only half-truths of loss and grievances.

The unfavorable tricks encountered Waterloo this time, and the other party just paused, and then left his arms firmly.

A pair of warm hands lifted the blond hair on his forehead, and a shadow came down. He subconsciously closed his left eye, and there was a warm touch on his eyelids.

Mr. A quickly backed away, turned his face away, and got up from his lap, "It's really getting late, it's better to take a shower and go to bed earlier."

The drooping eyes are just too lethal.

Although he doesn't really want to end this hug, but if he continues, he will definitely face a more extreme social death than the previous salty pig hands were discovered.

This is the so-called gentle town hero mound, sure nodding.JPG.

He regretted that his will was not strong, and was about to go to the bathroom in despair, but when he didn't come back, the arm that was supporting his body on the sofa was suddenly caught. An Shitou raised his leg and pressed his body on it to stabilize his body at the critical moment.

"Wait..." Mr. A was shocked by the unexpected touch on his lips, and subconsciously leaned back to avoid it, but was blocked by the palm that was expected to be pressed on the back of his neck, and was even further pressed to the other side, his lips were pressed together, soft Wet objects get in.

He still remembered his position at first, but he didn't know when, the hand that pushed and refused grabbed the fabric on the blond young man's chest, and instead pulled the other party closer to him.

The numb feeling climbed up his spine, entwining his reason tightly, and the gradually clear feeling of suffocation was different from the previous pain, but closer to some kind of pleasure, which made him stretch his body unconsciously and approached the other party.

Amuro backed away before he could take his breath away, the black-haired boy gasped for breath, and then his eyes flashed. He thought he was dizzy, but when he regained his senses, he realized that he was being pushed on the sofa, and Amuro was covering him. , the palm of the hand penetrated from under the hem of the garment.

Mr. A's brain was still in a dull state due to the lack of oxygen just now, and he was at a loss by the flames that were lit everywhere. The shadow of Amuro Toru completely shrouded him, and he felt a sense of oppression. If the other party really wanted to do something, he had nothing to do. Doubt can't be resisted, not only because he can't fight, but also because he may defect midway.

The blood concentrated in his head and lower body, and he felt that he should try harder. But when he thought about it, he was not at a loss. His body bowed subconsciously, as if he was about to escape, and at the same time, as if he was going to the door, grabbing the other's hand buried in his chest and head, and he didn't stop there. He didn't know where to go. Where is the force.

His head was in a mess, and all kinds of thoughts were entangled, but he couldn't make up his mind.

Anshitou finally stopped, panting heavily, propped up his body, lowered his eyes to look at the person below, a drop of sweat hanging on his jaw finally gained a brief moment of freedom, and finally fell on the boy's chest to pieces, the other person breathing He was also confused, his eyes were a little dazed, and he asked him without reacting: "Are you not going to continue?"

"Sorry..." Amuro leaned over and kissed his eyes lightly, "Do you want to continue?"

Mr. A suddenly came back to his senses, what happened just now was replayed in his mind in a panoramic view, and that sentence should not be continued, let him bounce out of Anshitou like a spring, and hurriedly pulled down the clothes piled under his neck. , a thousand words stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a sentence.

"Why are you so skilled?"

An Shi, who sat up after him, was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head: "Huh?"