Host, You're Targeted

Dusk descends to the bottom of the city's tall buildings, and sparse lights rise from the dim darkness.

Su Lin sat cross legged in the study reading, too focused he did not notice that the sky has been dark down.

There is always a seam in the curtain of the master bedroom next door. Zhou Qifeng, who has been sleeping all afternoon, wakes up from his dream. His first reaction is to feel the position around him.

Palm on the soft bed, the cold sheets sink.

There's no one around.

Zhou Qifeng touched the alarm clock and took a look at it. It was almost six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Su Lin."

He called out, and there was no response.

Not long after the afternoon nap, Zhou Qifeng fell asleep again with Su Lin in his arms. Su Lin fed him antipyretic medicine and rushed back to bed to continue to rest.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qifeng pulled his long windbreaker at the head of the bed and put it on his body. He put on two sleeves at random and left the bedroom without even finishing the collar.

Looking down from the second floor, the whole room presents a kind of cool gray, and the furniture of different colors turns into dark black objects in the dark without light.

There was no one on the first floor.

The whole room was empty, and there was no sense of human presence.

Zhou Qifeng took a step forward and pressed it on the handrail of the stairs. He didn't know what he had kicked. Something rolled down the stairs.

He came out in such a hurry that he didn't have time to put on his slippers. He kicked the toe of the thing and hurt deeply.

Zhou Qifeng felt unprecedented loss as the pain surged up his body.

Suddenly, he heard a "click" behind him, and the corridor suddenly lit up.

"What are you doing?" Su Lin pushed open the door of the study and came out and turned on the lights in the corridor.

As soon as he heard Su Lin's voice, Zhou Qifeng suddenly turned back and nailed his eyes to Su Lin's face.

Su Lin is still wearing that familiar home clothes, soft short hair hanging on the head, dark big eyes also with a bit of a daze.

"What's the matter?"

Su Lin comes over and grabs Zhou Qifeng's arm, and then the light in the corridor looks up the stairs that just made the noise.

The wooden censer, which was originally placed on the stairs in the corridor, was lying on its back on the stair landing. The lid and box were on the left and the box on the right. The two were back to back, and no one looked at anyone. The incense dust inside was sprinkled all over the floor, like the shadow molecules in the dark had entity.

His sight goes along the lines of scattered incense ashes. Su Lin sees Zhou Qi's feet without shoes.

"Did you kick it?" He held Zhou Qifeng's hand tightly, and when he looked up at him, he saw the cold sweat on his forehead.

Zhou Qifeng's lips were pursed into a line with two ends drooping, and the lips whose blood color had not recovered were cracked due to lack of water.

Su Lin looks around and wants to pull Zhou Qifeng into the master bedroom and let him go back to rest first.

He raised his hand and wanted to walk from Zhou Qifeng's side to the master's bedroom. Before he could tell him, he was pulled by Zhou Qifeng's backhand.

In fact, Zhou Qifeng wanted to kiss Su Lin.

"Don't move. Let me hold it." Zhou Qifeng stares at the patterns on the wooden floor of the corridor and opens his mouth in a muffled voice.

Feel that he tightly hold his hand, but also grabbed the waist of the clothes, Su Lin push his action also stopped.

Zhou Qifeng, who was ill, seems to have been smashed away from the strong shell, and the soft places are leaking out from the cracks.

Su Lin sensitively realizes that Zhou Qifeng has something in mind. After hesitating for a second, he still reaches out and hugs him.

"Do you have nightmares?" Su Lin asked carefully.

"I'm hungry," Zhou Qifeng said