The entire building was plunged into total darkness.

Saherro silently approached his target from the crowd at breakneck speed, pulling a steel string out of his watch and slamming his target's neck as the dance floor went dark.

Spasms, shaking, silent struggles, just a blink of an eye, like death hunting for souls.

The lights returned to normal.

On the bar, a man sat silently, still in the position of dying, with a blackened blood mark on his neck, and a commotion broke out on the dance floor in an instant. Knife-wielding punk youths scatter in search of the suspected murderer.

Helo followed the fleeing waiter to the safe passage, and was unexpectedly pulled into his arms by a man who reached out and grabbed his waist fiercely.

"Where do we go next? Married? ”

Helo pressed against the back of the person in front of him and asked amid the roar of the flying machine, but Sayaro did not respond to him, but sped up.

The aircraft made a turn and crossed the sky above the Brooklyn Bridge, swooped down the bridge, and plunged into the water. The shock waves split the waters, sending them to the rising sun at sea level, slowing down in waves.

"This is the life of an agent?" Helo leaned on the back of the person behind him and breathed a long sigh of relief, looking at the changing holographic cityscape on the high protective wall along the coast, his feet swaying with the undulation of the aircraft, "There is no difficulty as I imagined. I'm confident that I'll be your partner. ”

Sayaro's grip on the accelerator tightened, noncommittal. He leaned his body, and the aircraft made a big bend in the sea, leaning towards the shore.

The morning sun gradually shone all around them, dyeing the sea a dazzling gold. Helo raised his hand to cover the light, half-squinted his eyes, and felt a heavy sleepiness come over him.

He turned to lay on Sayaro's broad back, but the moment he saw the words displayed on the gate of the protective wall, he suddenly lost color - "Welcome to New York City." ”

He crooked and almost fell out of the craft into the water.

Sayero's decision to send him to college is really not just talk.

This man has always done what he says, and his desire to control zhì is terrifying, and even if he is stubborn in the past, the disputes between the two of them always end in defeat. And this time, he wouldn't obey anyway.

He jumped up, flipped into the driver's seat, snatched the lever with his hand, turned his head and shook the knife: "How many times do you have to say it before you understand, Sayero, I don't go to any university!" I want to be a hacker, an agent, a being like you, walking side by side with you! ”

"The CIA and Thorn Paradise are looking for you, and that's the only way to protect you. I will arrange a new identity for you to live the life of an ordinary college student in this school. Shayero bit into his earlobe, and the deep voice of the hunting wind ran through his brain, "I'll come to see you next month." ”

Helo laughed angrily: "Next month? And then wait another month? Like a prison visit, right? ”

The aircraft rushed onto the bridge and came to a stop on the sidewalk.

"I said no, don't! Could it be that you can tie me up?! ”

He jumped down, left Sayaro behind, grabbed a rock and threw it at the surface, making several splashes from near and far - just as Sayaro had taught him.

"yes, that's right, you have the authority to do that. Arrange my life. He took a few steps back, stretched out his hand, and the sea breeze blew a messy blow of silver hair flying, "All of my qiē are given by you, including life." And I have nothing but you, oh, and of course, the gift that my genes carry. ”

He stood there fixedly, his arms clenched.

On the protective wall not far away, advertisements about Kiron slaves were playing on a loop, and all kinds of ** were displayed in the glass cabin like commodities, wearing a shiny collar around his neck, which suddenly stinged his eyes, and all the unbearable memories festered in his mind.

"I don't want to suffer any more criticism. Kelon slaves, male prostitutes, pets, dolls...... I've heard enough of these words, and it's stuck in my marrow like a brand of shame. When I was too young to know that this was true, I could still make a fool of myself, and now? ”

Sayaro walked over, and he looked up, the corners of his eyes shining in the distant morning light.

"You won't be discriminated against there." The tall man lowered his head, reached out and brushed the corner of his eye, and paused as if to speak, "There are a lot of your kind out there." ”

"Homogeneous".

The word instantly pierced Helo like an invisible stick, his eyes widened, and he took a step back in astonishment: "Where are you going to take me?" ”

"A safe place." Shayero reached out and grabbed him by the collar, "When you get past this gust of limelight, I'll take you away." ”

Helo opened his hand fiercely, retreated to the guardrail step by step, and spread his arms, Sayero forced forward to grab him, but he dodged and jumped above the guardrail.

"Again, let me wait? I'll never believe you anymore, Sayero, you said you would marry me when you brought me back to the United States, and now you're going to send me somewhere weird! You did the same six years ago, saying that you would come back before I turned eighteen...... The result? ”

"I'm twenty-two years old, and I ran to outer space to see you again!" Helo shook his head, his eyes reddening, "If I hadn't tried so hard, would I have to wait for the rest of my life?" ”

Shayero slowly stepped forward and stared at his feet: "I will marry you, but not now." You come down first, and we'll talk about it. ”

Helo remained motionless: "I don't want to be thrown around by you like a cargo!" If you feel that I am a burden by your side, I will leave cleanly and will not give you any trouble. Anyway, I'm also a being who shouldn't have been born in this world, and it doesn't matter if I die! ”

"You come down for me!"

The figure of the young man against the rising sun was so thin that it seemed that he would leap into a wisp of smoke and disappear at any moment. Even though he knew that falling into the sea from here would not be life-threatening, Sayaro still heard the nervous gurgling of the knuckles he had clutched.

He's crazy, and he's crazy. Forced by this kid.

As he approached, Helo staggered slowly on the guardrail, his body swaying in the wind, as if he were standing on the tip of a knife and doing a thrilling dance.

He didn't know why he was doing such an extreme and childish thing, and Sayero was always able to make him hot-headed and an idiot driven only by instinct. Sometimes he just wants to test him, hurt him, irritate him, and when he sees Sayero lose control and leak his love to him, even for a moment, it can give him a great sense of satisfaction in quenching his thirst.

At this time, the big hole in his heart was filled with a little bit, so that he would not be trapped in it so deep that he could not extricate himself, so he could only tilt his head and beg his creator to give him rain and dew.

He had never sued Sayero, and for the sake of this satisfaction, he was willing to gamble with his life.

But that big hole has only gotten bigger and bigger over the years, and it can't be filled.

At the end of the day, they're not equal. His emotional needs for Sayaro are insatiable like a vampire, but Sayaro is like watering a flower, refusing to give much and not allowing him to grow freely.

"Why are you always so stingy?"

He stared at Sayero, didn't ask this sentence, just looked at the other party silently with questioning eyes, and his extremely shallow pupils greeted the rising sun, so pure that there was no trace of impurities.

Sayero was distracted by him for a moment, and then he saw him leap like a bird with his arms outstretched, and he swooped down on him with one lunge, and took Helo into his arms, and the two of them fell into the sea together.

A wave came by, and Helo took the opportunity to break free of his embrace, but Sayero didn't catch him, and once the wave passed, he couldn't find the figure. He called his name in a panic, dived into the water, and when he saw a figure not far away, he swam madly and grabbed his hand.

When the sun shrouded the shoreline, a pair of entangled figures crawled out of the water.

Sayero held the guy in his arms coughing as he tried to break free of his arms and leaned over to crush him to the beach. Helo was wet and smothered at him, his silver hair scattered, as beautiful as a stranded mermaid. Sayero stared at him, feeling like a sailor who had been bewitched by a mermaid, and if this kid really had to die, he would probably not hesitate to go with him.

It turned out that it had fallen into such a deep state.