Luckily, Sayaro really didn't come in and walked towards the living room.

Helo took the opportunity to push open the window and slipped out of the wall, leaving a narrow slit to peek into the mirror. His legs went limp, as if the blood vessels in his lower limbs were blocked, and he had to hold on to the pipes in the wall to prevent himself from falling.

In the mirror, Sayaro walked through the living room to Helo's room. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture to slam the door, but it hung in front of the door and did not fall, and he turned his head sideways to listen to the movement inside the door.

The room was surprisingly quiet. Helo's room is not soundproofed.

A suspicion suddenly bit his nerves, and drove him not to knock on the door, but to unlock the door with the electromagnetic key, and the light cut through the crack in the door to the dark living room. He breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the little naughty ghost didn't follow him and ran outside, and stayed at home.

The boy turned around in the swivel chair, took off his headphones, and stared at him in fear and wariness like a captured beast, the computer screen behind him showing a deliberately pure white.

He was unfamiliar with this kind of demeanor. This kid did something bad behind his back.

Sayero's eyebrows rose slightly, and he supported the door frame with one hand: "What are you doing at home alone at night?"

"Listen to songs, surf the Internet, do school homework." The young man replied crisply, as if he had rehearsed it a long time ago, but he did not dare to meet the man's sharp and deep eyes, and there was a trace of panic in his breathing.

He lowered his eyelids, looking a little impatient, got up from his chair and sat on the bed: "I'm going to sleep, what's the matter?" ”

"It's nothing, I just wanted to see if you slept or not. If you don't mind, let me check your homework? With that, Shayero pointed to his computer and walked over, "You don't have a chance to have radiation when you sleep." ”

"Uh...... I'll close it myself! I'll show you my homework tomorrow morning, and I'm not done yet! ”

The boy scurried out of bed, trying to block the man's hand reaching over to touch the screen, but it was too late. Sayaro opened his combination lock with his fingerprint, and the screen full of pictures appeared in front of his eyes in an instant. It was a disaster – the international hacker war was in full swing, and his team members were frantically attacking the electronic protective net of an arms smuggling agency called "Thorn Paradise" in accordance with his orders.

He had just found out that Sayaro was privately employed by the syndicate. He wanted to find out what Sayaro was doing besides fighting in the casino, and he knew that the man he was with was not easy.

It's unfortunate. You shouldn't do this at home. He thought to himself in chagrin.

"Homework? Well? Shayero exclaimed exaggeratedly, looked down at the child who had paralyzed the entire Asian arms trading market overnight, pinched his small chin with one hand, and rubbed the boy's blown-up skin with his calloused fingertips, "Your homework is really high!" ”

Feeling a low pressure condense above his head, the boy couldn't help but hold his breath.

"You investigate me?" The man leaned down, forcing him to raise his head in response. His strength was a little too strong, and it hurt the other party. The boy took a step back and waved his arm away, nearly falling to the bed.

"Didn't I sue you and forbid me to probe my one? Now you're good enough to dare to do such an outrageous thing. Hacking the dark web? This is no joke......

"Didn't you know you'd die because of it?"

The boy's head twisted to the side, and he didn't say a word, but the scales that grew wild in adolescence were tense in the flesh, making his already stubborn temperament even more untamed, like a hedgehog that would be fierce at the touch of it.

“Sowhat？”

He raised his head, and his beautiful blue eyes were so bright: "Can you control me?" ”

Reaching out and grabbing the wireless mouse on the table, he retracted to the other end of the bed with an arrow step, and was snatched by the man's hand, forcing him into a corner with his body. He stared at him, threw the mouse into the trash with a wave of his hand, and turned off the computer and wireless network with the password and password.

"Computer confiscation. Without my permission, you are not allowed to use the Internet at home in the future. As for school, I'll be in close contact with your instructor so that you don't crash the school's network system, hacker boy. ”

Shayero whispered warning word by word in his ear.

He felt like an angry beast, but the little creature he had caught under his paws did not buy it at all, but stared intently at the tiptoes, as if in silent defiance, and its thin, crimson lips curled slightly; The collar of his pure white pajamas was loose, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone, and because he was so close, he could smell the unique body fragrance of the boy, and as his breath brushed the tip of his nose.

The enraged man turned his face away as if he had been splashed by a spark, straightened up and pulled away.

As if proud of his victory in the silent confrontation, the boy let out a soft snort from his nose.

Sayaro wasn't sure if he heard it or not, but he just wanted to press the kid to the bed and give him a hard lesson.

But after all, he was already sixteen years old, not a child. He had to respect the extra damn self-esteem of a child of this age, and not touch the scales all over this kid's body.

"Alright, it's not early, let's go to bed."

With a hint of helplessness, he decided to let the kid go, let go of his hand and walked out the door.

The boy came up from behind, grabbed the doorknob with one hand, and pressed his lips close to his neck: "Hey, I found something." ”

"Shayero, you are a mercenary, an arms smuggler, a soldier who has been in prison, and has fought in World War III. Moreover, some secrets about that war are hidden. As for what it is, I haven't found out yet, but one day I'll find out. Don't you want to hide anything from me. ”

The young man spat out a sentence in a loud voice, causing his eyelids to jump.

The moment he turned his head, the door slammed against his face, and then there was a series of clicks and locks.

Helo looked at this extremely familiar scene and his past self outside the window, and his mood was very strange.

Compared with the sharp temperament full of thorns in his adolescence, he has been a lot gentler after crawling in the thorny paradise as an adult, but the things in his bones have not changed, just hiding those sharp edges and corners.

Probably only Sayero can tolerate his true self like this.

He gripped the water pipe outside the wall, the cold temperature of the metal in his palm, and his body temperature became hotter and hotter. He leaned against the rough concrete wall, and suddenly longed for the other man's embrace.

Sayaro looked at the closed door in front of him and smiled silently in the quiet darkness.

The evidence that that the "secret" had been wiped out by the military department on the Internet, as if it had never been born in this world, and unless he said it himself, Helo would never know. What would have been his reaction if he had learned all the truth?

You may wonder about the meaning of self-existence.

Who can accept that they were born as a "replica"?

But it was precisely this "replica" that made the family affection with the meaning of atonement and self-redemption that he intended to give deteriorate little by little, and irrepressibly fermented into the Adam complex in his flesh and blood.

His affection for the little one is growing day by day, and he has long exceeded the limit of "brother".

He's probably a real pervert.

Closing and locking his room, he lay down on his back in a single bed and lit an e-cigarette. In the flickering light of the cigarette butt, he pinched the cigarette butt and took a deep breath, his eyelashes fanning slightly, a melancholy fold furrowed in the center of his eyebrows, and the side of his face was almost statue-perfect in the shadows.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he closed his eyes, his Adam's apple sliding up and down as the smoke brewed, his thin lips open, and he exhaled a puff of gray-blue smoke.

In the air, the faint sweet fragrance of the young man's body still lingered, like a poppy rooted in the depths of his mind, quietly exuding a highly poisonous fragrance.

After habitually fumbling with his hand in the groove under the pillow, he took out a metal box, skillfully opened the combination lock, and took out the small camera inside.

The back of the young man when he bathed dimly through the mist, his whole body was white and clear, like an angel washed by holy water in a Greek fresco, exuding a beauty that could not be profaned.

Smoke sprayed onto the screen with the man's somewhat disordered breathing, blurring the image he had hidden. He pressed play, wiped the mist with his thumb, sat up with a cigarette butt, leaned against the wall, and unzipped his leather pants with one hand.

The man frowned, sneered self-deprecatingly, and clenched the **, which was not under his rational control, but at this moment, he heard a slight unusual movement.

Helo covered his mouth, suppressing his breathing, one hand clutching the almost water pipe.

The sound was subtle, but it was enough alarm for Sayero.

Alert to the bathroom window, he got up from his bed, looked around, walked towards the door to the hallway, picked up the Smith & Wesson riot gun behind the door, and pretended to look outside.

In fact, he hid at the top of the stairs on the next floor, lying silently in hibernation.