Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    Xu Rendong doesn't know how she got home.

    After the two changed their slippers at the door, Lian Qiao went to the kitchen to cook. Xu Rendong stood at the door of the kitchen and looked at his busy back in front of the sink. After hesitating for a long time, he finally walked over and hugged him from behind.

    "What's the matter?" Lian Qiao didn't seem surprised by the sudden intimacy, and smiled back and kissed him.

    Honeysuckle put her head on his shoulder, took a deep breath, and said with difficulty: "Little Apple..."

    Lian Qiao interrupted him: "I killed it."

    Xu Rendong was stunned. He didn't expect even Joe to admit it so readily.

    Lian Qiao's tone of voice was as usual as she was stating what to eat tonight. He turned on the tap and rinsed a tomato under a stream of warm water. The tomatoes were big and round, with the full luster of a ripe fruit. Lian Qiao's hands were clean and white, which contrasted sharply with the bright red color of the tomatoes.

    It looks a little shocking.

     Honeysuckle didn't know what to say for a while. Lian Qiao washed the tomato seriously and said casually: "Sacrifice is always inevitable. As long as we can survive, what are the others? If you feel guilty, treat them as NPCs."

    "But—" Honeysuckle bit her lip, "But the little apple came to you that day to tell you that those people are going to be against you, how can you..."

    "Little Apple is very strong. She has talent and strength. If she wants to kill you, I can't prevent it." Lian Qiao finished washing a tomato, put it on a clean plate aside, and started again Wash the next one. His eyes always fell on the tomatoes in his hands, as if he didn't care about the others. "Since this day will come sooner or later, it's better to do it as soon as possible. As for why you want to destroy the corpse... I think you understand it."

     Honeysuckle certainly understands.

    After killing Little Apple, Lian Qiao deliberately cut open Little Apple's neck to create a bizarre and terrifying death. Everyone would think it was a ghost murder. But Lian Qiao took the initiative to express doubts again, provoking suspicion among his teammates. Anyway, it was impossible for everyone to guess him.

    —Because, everyone has a ghost in their heart.

    Everyone thought that Little Apple was killed after learning about the assassination plan. Therefore, everyone did not hesitate to identify the long-haired aunt as the murderer, and as a result, internal strife broke out and split into two factions. This also greatly reduced the pressure on Lian Qiao to break out of the siege.

    After all, who would have thought that Lian Qiao personally killed the little apple who came to tip off?

    Honeysuckle opened her mouth, and was finally speechless.

    Lian Qiao is right, sacrifice is always inevitable. All hints of the quest point to one goal, which is to kill him in 2020. Although Little Apple is friendly with them, at the juncture of life and death, I am afraid that he will not stand on their side without principle.

    Lian Qiao killed Apple for his sake. He can't blame Lian Qiao for this.

    But...

    But then, isn't it the same as Jiang Li?

    Xu Rendong felt stiff and numb in her tongue.

    He used to be haunted by Jiang Li's kindness and revenge. Although he finally persuaded himself to look away, he actually never recognized such behavior.

    Life is important, but he feels that some things are more important than living.

    Such as... human nature.

    This is what he has always insisted on and what he has seen in Lian Qiao.

    But now, he heard a very calm "I killed it" from Lian Qiao's mouth. Lian Qiao actually admitted such a terrible thing so sparsely.

    After meeting his roommate, he had already guessed the result. But Lian Qiao's calm and indifference still made him fall into an ice cave.

    Since when did even Qiao become a person like Jiang Li...

    Familiar body temperature and familiar smell came from Lian Qiao, but Xu Rendong felt that he was holding a piece of ice.

    Lian Joe finally washed all the tomatoes. He looked down at Xu Rendong's hand around his waist, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, drawing a mocking smile.

    "You still don't let go?" Lian Qiao opened his fingers little by little and said in a cruel tone that was almost masochistic, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

    This sentence pierced into the heart of Honeysuckle like a sharp knife.

    He and Lian Qiao have experienced a lot along the way. He thought that nothing could shake their relationship.

    How come this is now?

    Xu Rendong took a deep breath, facing the sharp pain in her heart, she embraced him with all her body and mind, and said, "I'm not afraid of you. I love you."

    Lian Qiao smiled, as if she finally got a satisfactory answer. Then turned around and kissed him.

    That kiss soon progressed into something more substantial. The kitchen was not very convenient, so Lian Qiao casually pushed away the sundries on the table and carried people to the table.

    The table was cold and hard, which made Honeysuckle tremble. He suddenly had a very bad association. He felt like he was being disemboweled, a beast named Lian Qiao buried its head in his stomach, gnawed at his innards and tore his soul.

    He was trembling when he heard Lian Qiao whispering.

    "No one in this world loves you more than I do."

    "I can lose my bottom line, but I can't lose you."

    Those words wedged into the soul and body of honeysuckle like a sharp cone. He felt the pain of being pierced through and torn, but in this pain, there was a strange satisfaction.

    He tasted this **** happiness, and suddenly thought: That's it.

    If it's for you, I can also lose the bottom line of being a human being.

    That's it.

    …

    Lian Qiao is like a hungry beast who can't fill his stomach, constantly asking for it. Ren Dong was so overwhelmed by him that he could only beg for mercy. But even Joe didn't let him go.

    Both the body and mind were pushed to the limit, and in the end, Honeysuckle almost collapsed. He screamed and cried, like a juicy fruit being mercilessly squeezed out to the last drop of juice.

    Then passed out.

    Wake up again the next morning. His eyelids were hot, and the sun was dancing on his face.

    Honeysuckle opened her eyes, and the subtitle of "2018" appeared out of thin air. He ignored the line, but turned his head and stared at the sleeping face of the person beside him.

     Even Joe was still sleeping, and he was exhausted. His breathing was smooth and even, and the warm and moist breath hit the tip of Xu Rendong's nose, itching hotly.

    Honeysuckle found herself sleeping on his arm all night, afraid that his arm would be numb, so she gently moved away.

    I never thought about this rash act, and even woke up Lian Qiao.

    Lian Joe almost instinctively pressed him back into his arms. Ren Dong was caught off guard and slammed into his chest. With his whole face buried in his chest muscles, Ren Dong suddenly remembered that in a certain reincarnation, when he was a baby, he was almost suffocated by Lian Qiao's chest muscles and couldn't help laughing.

    "Ugh..." Even Qiao Youyou woke up, not knowing what she did when she was half asleep. His eyes were misty, and his out-of-focus eyes looked around aimlessly, as if looking for something.

    Soon, he found that his most precious person was in his arms. So he smiled slightly and lowered his head to kiss Ren Dong's forehead.

    "Morning."

    Honeysuckle raised her face and said early to him.

    Only hearing the rustling of the bed, Lian Qiao stood up and said, "You sleep a little longer, and I'll make breakfast."

     Honeysuckle frowned and reached out to pull him back. Lian Qiao was unprepared for him, and fell back into the bed all of a sudden, staring at him with wide eyes.

    Honeysuckle coughed: "It's better for you to rest, after all... I've recovered."

    Although he was tossed to death last night, but when the year changed, his body was replaced with a new one. Although the body is sticky and uncomfortable, but the physical strength has completely recovered.

     Even Joe is different. His dark circles... at first glance, he fought hard in the middle of the night...

    The more she looked at the winter, the more embarrassed she felt, she pushed him away immediately, and pulled out a shirt with a flushed face.

    With a very gentle smile on the corner of Lian Qiao's mouth, he stretched out his hand to tie the buttons for him. Ren Dong wanted to say that I didn't need to come by myself, but when I met his eyes, I felt like I was going to drown in that tenderness.

    When Honeysuckle put on clothes, even Qiao was still topless. He tilted his head, raised his head slightly and looked at Xu Rendong, looking like he was waiting to be fed, so cute and distressing.

    Honeysuckle softened, reaching out to ruffle his hair. Just as he was about to ask him what he wanted to eat, his eyes swept across his neck inadvertently, and his heart suddenly jumped.

    Looks like... something is wrong.

    Honeysuckle was a little confused, and couldn't help but keep her eyes on Lian Qiao's neck. Even Joe's left collarbone and neck had a faint pink mark left, which was not a bad mark, but a kiss, a testament to Lian Qiao's diligent violin practice. At the beginning, Ren Dong made a joke about this, and ate a meal of vinegar.

    …No, not this one.

    Honeysuckle frowned. Lian Qiao noticed his strangeness, blinked his eyes, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

    Honeysuckle's eyes slowly moved down, landing on his smooth bare chest. Then he asked hesitantly, "Where's your key?"

    "..." Lian Qiao's pupils shrank imperceptibly, but still opened a pair of confused and innocent eyes, and asked blankly, "Huh?"

    Honeysuckle: "It's the brass key with your name on it. The one we got in the doll copy." He tried to retrieve his memory, and more details came to his mind, "...this Didn't you find a rope before entering this book and put the keys on your neck? When I asked you if you would be stunned, you insisted that you feel safe wearing it..."

    Lian Qiao burst out laughing.

    Seeing him laugh, Ren Dong felt inexplicably calm. Sure enough, Lian Qiao stuck out his tongue and smiled, "You're right, it's real. I wanted to persevere at first, but then my bones hurt, so let's just think about it."

    Before Xu Rendong asked, "Where's the key?", Lian Qiao pointed to the backpack in the corner and said, "The key is in the bag, in the interlayer on the left side of the zipper."

    Xu Rendong took out the key and put it in his hand to examine it carefully.

    The brass key has a simple shape with the word "Lian Qiao" engraved on it, but it seems to be nothing special. If I had to say something special, the key was rather thick. Correspondingly, the keyhole of the lock it could open should be as thick as a finger.

    Honeysuckle stared at the key for a long time, and sighed: "This is the last copy, and I haven't seen any place to use it..." He recalled the hint given by Ishimitsu, "'The key is for the lock', where is the lock?"

    When Xu Rendong stared at the key, Lian Qiao's eyes were always glued to Xu Rendong. But when Ren Dong put down the key and turned around, Lian Qiao quickly looked away.

    "My name is engraved on it..." Lian Qiao took the brass key from his hand, rubbed the word "Lian Qiao" with his fingers, and suddenly said abruptly, " Would you feel anything special if you used this key to get you?"

    "...?" Xu Rendong didn't understand at first, but when he saw the smile in his eyes, Rendong suddenly reacted, and was immediately embarrassed and annoyed, and stammered, "It's all like this. It's time, why are you still full of..."

    Lian Qiao: "What's in your head?"

    Honeysuckle can’t speak. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he went out to make breakfast angrily.

    What he didn't know was that when he turned around, the smile on Lian Qiao's face disappeared instantly.

    The indifferent gaze slowly descended and landed on the brass key in his hand. Lian Qiao scratched the key with his fingernails, as if trying to pull the word "Lian Qiao" off it.