After Dr. Mei left, Lin Sheng was restless, and after six o'clock, he could no longer sit still. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The night is long and the lights are on.

Lin Sheng decided to flee! In any case, he didn't want to participate in the inspection the day after tomorrow!

Now that people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, just by the words of Dr. Mei and his senior brother, they can decide the happiness of the second half of their lives?

Therefore, Lin Sheng decided that he would not sit still and wait any longer. Mother died, father abandoned himself, now he must make a decision himself, the spinning top of fate should be handed over to his own hands this time,

Lin Sheng decided to get up and go to find Lan Lin, the woman who had haunted his dreams.

He had kissed her soft lips, her open and closed nose, her petite cheeks, even the pink fence, and her neat little teeth, and he kissed her with his tongue. Regardless of whether his "Lan Lin" and Dr. Mei were the same person, Lin Sheng was determined to find her, even if it was the last time Lin Sheng and her saw her before going to the quarantine center.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Lin Sheng arrived at the night bar. A PEAKED CAP, MONTBLANC GLASSES, A BLACK MASK, A LONG WINDBREAKER FROM COACH AND A HANDMADE LEATHER BAG FROM DR. MAY, PLUS A COPY OF THE WITCH'S MALLET.

This outfit made Lin Sheng attract much attention - a handsome young man of 1.8 meters, golden, slender, and ghostly as light as a cat, but he sat at the bar and drank silently, with a mysterious and strange style, and he never said a word during the period.

Dare to ask, who else in a nightclub can attract the attention of a young woman more than Lin Sheng at this moment, Harden, impossible!

But the vanity that came with the attention didn't reap any benefit, and that's what he deserved. Six months ago, he had an enviable handsome skin, but now he is a cold, desireless masked man.

During this period, there were always fireworks women dressed up in gorgeous clothes and wearing exaggerated retro makeup who came to talk to him, and Lin Sheng was overwhelmed by it, because he had repeated it many times, and he was here to wait for someone.

That's right, he's here to wait for someone.

At the moment, Audrey Hepburn's solo jazz song "Prayforlove" is playing in the bar, which is sometimes loud and moving, sometimes meandering and sentimental.

Seeing that the time was about to exceed the sub-hour, Lin Sheng couldn't sit still anymore, and there was an uncle with a big back sitting next to him, with a cold face, an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and sharp eyebrows, not angry but mighty.

So Lin Sheng finally spoke: "May I ask ......?"

"Suicide again!"

Unexpectedly, before the man could finish speaking, he was furious, threw down this sentence and got up to leave. This departure caused Lin Sheng to think carefully about the meaning of these words for a while, but after a while, Lin Sheng was stunned and didn't come up with anything.

At two o'clock in the morning, the man finally appeared.

The bartender of the night bar - Shuichi Miyazaki, Lin Sheng's friend from childhood to adulthood. After reading the middle school, he was confined to this place day and night, so far out of nowhere, only occasionally showing up, the gossip in his hand is like a divine Taibao, fast, accurate, and deadly.

"Xiuyi, you're finally here!" Seeing his small hair, Lin Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, this is the only person Lin Sheng can trust at the moment.

"Lin Sheng, is that you?" said Miyazaki Shuichi with a slight surprise, and bowed shallowly, "How can you dress up like this, and say hello in advance, you haven't been here for a few months, we could have had a few drinks." ”

Lin Sheng vaguely felt in his heart that Xiuyi was a little cold when he saw him today, not as eager as he imagined. This may be because he is too tired from work, how can there be a bartender who does not have idol baggage, he must have been worrying too much recently.

"That's ......"

Lin Sheng made it clear what happened to him and Miyazaki Shu. Except, of course, that "Witch's Mallet", the Chisel Man, and his own distortion were revealed. Because the emotions in the world are too fragile, even family affection is just like that, let alone small friendships.

"That's right," Shuichi Miyazaki nodded slightly, and he sneered ghostly, "So, you're here to find your little lover?"

This smile made Lin Sheng's heart furious, just like the look in Doctor Mei's eyes that looked straight through his soul.

"What's the matter, hey, what are you thinking? Xiuyi, I really didn't lie to you! Can you help me find out where Lan Lin is?"

Shuichi Miyazaki snorted and took a sip of whiskey.

"Actually, I'm interested in seeing how much the wanted warrant for a Beatex syndrome patient named Lin Sheng is worth two days later, and then decide if I want to tell you where Lan Lin is. ”

"You ......" Lin Sheng's blood was surging at this moment, and he couldn't even speak coherently, he never thought that his most trusted good friend would actually betray him at this moment, a burst of anger began to burn, and the string of obsidian in his hand was also emitting a terrifying heat.

"Hahaha!" Miyazaki Shuichi laughed, he patted Lin Sheng's shoulder, "You guy really hasn't changed at all, you will still believe you if I tell you, wahahaha." ”

After finishing speaking, Shuichi Miyazaki slowly regained his demeanor, and his expression became serious.

"Sheng, come here, go here. He said.

Lin Sheng is getting more and more confused, what kind of medicine is sold in this gourd of Miyazaki Shuichi!? And the tone of calling himself "Sheng" clearly does not belong to him, it is more like another person Lin Sheng is familiar with.

"Come on. As soon as Miyazaki walked to the darkroom backstage, his body already melted into the darkness.

Although Lin Sheng had a faint uneasiness in his heart, there was no way out, and now he could only believe in this person unconditionally.

The corridor leading to the darkroom was narrow and dark, and the wine pools and meat forests were completely engulfed in the greenery.

There is no doubt that on weekdays, Lin Sheng has already touched his nose on this road, but at this moment, with his night vision, he is walking on the ground, only slightly crowded.

"What the hell are you going to do? Shuichi!?"

Shuichi Miyazaki didn't answer him, he still walked forward on his own, the passage was getting narrower and narrower, and there was not even a little light, even Lin Sheng felt that walking was already extremely difficult, Miyazaki Shuichi actually walked briskly, without any tiredness.

Lin Sheng secretly speculated in his heart, this Xiuyi ordinary human is really not simple, his night vision ability is even more powerful than his own, could it be that he once worked as a blind man?

Half a minute later, the passage suddenly opened, and after a while, he walked to the darkroom, and Miyazaki Shuichi also stopped at this time, turned his head to look in the direction of Lin Sheng.

In his memory, Lin Sheng had never been to this darkroom, even if he had been in the night bar for 300 days a year, he could be regarded as a smash hit.

But there has never been this darkroom, absolutely not! Lin Sheng remembered very well that there was no such passage at all.

By the way! Lin Sheng remembered that at the entrance of this darkroom was originally a German Henri Engelhardt Steinway classical piano, elegant, serious, and angular.

"What are you thinking? Lin Sheng?" said Miyazaki.

Lin Sheng clearly heard that the voice coming from Shuichi Miyazaki's throat had completely changed, it was the voice of a silver-bell-like woman that Lin Sheng was familiar with!

The voice roamed through the empty dark room and the narrow corridor, constantly reverberating like a hollow valley.

What are you thinking? What are you thinking? What are you thinking? Lin Sheng?

"You...... You...... Who the hell are you?" Lin Sheng's mouth couldn't say a sentence coherently, this is the content of the dream, and now it really happened in reality!

"What do you say?" The man sneered, and then said silently, "boladerfea."

A flame burned from the man's right hand, and the whole room was brightened in an instant.

Lin Sheng...... That's our destiny. The man freed his left hand, and his black nails clasped his face, and he tore lightly where his cheeks fit his hair.

"Thorn" sounded, and a piece of dough fell to the ground.

And behind that face was a touching face, with a long nose, thin lips, and a pair of brown pupils embedded under the high eye sockets.

"Is that you? Lan Lin...... Is it really you?" Lin Sheng's stunned face showed a smile at this time.

"Don't be afraid, Lin Sheng. Lan Lin chuckled and said, "It's just simple witchcraft, you can do it, just follow me, 'boladerfea'."

“bolodifea.”

"No, no, you stupid, it's 'boladerfea'."

After several attempts, Lin Sheng finally corrected the spell, and as soon as the words fell, a ball of flame really burst out from his fingertips, but Lan Lin's flame stone was yellow, while Lin Sheng's was black.

"Haha, I'll just say it, you can too!" Lan Lin laughed.

After a long separation, two young people suffered the same hardship.

The psalmist says that when suffering comes, love falls off like a placenta.

Fortunately, fate did not reject them as written in the poem.

Lin Sheng will never forget the night when his father insisted on letting Lan Lin leave him, when he was as desperate as a ridiculous farmer in front of his angry father, and the ensuing depression was exchanged for this nightmarish illness.

At this moment, they looked at each other affectionately in the midst of each other's witchfire, and Lin Sheng had taken off all his disguises—hats, masks.

They kissed, and only the two flames of witchfire witnessed all this, and they were also part of that kiss.