Tang Rou withdrew her wandering eyes, bent down, and studied the lock on the cage.
The moment she approached, the boy tensed his body and backed away. His back hit the edge of the cage with a clang, making a small noise.
Tang Rou glanced at him doubtfully, wondering if he had seen a ghost?
The boy's body became stiffer, his fine eyelashes fluttered and trembled, and he backed away in panic, as if trying to stay away from her.
"...You misunderstood, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Tang Rou naturally took the other party's weird reactions as thinking that she wanted to hurt him.
At the same time, she also discovered one thing, that is, the boy's eyes were very empty, and even though they were always facing her direction, they were not focused.
Even in that mysterious and cold indigo, no condensed pupils could be seen.
Is he blind?
As Tang Rou thought this, she raised her hand and carefully touched the lock on the cage door.
As expected, this lock is difficult to open, has an electronic code, and requires fingerprint recognition.
She checked it over and was sure that if she entered the password casually, this thing would call the police.
The young man behaved very complicatedly during this period. He wanted to get closer and quietly poked his head, but at the same time he backed away, trying his best to stay away.
Putting down the lock, Tang Rou said helplessly, "Sorry, I can't help you."
There is nothing she can do about a product that is combined with technology.
Across several railings, the young man looked up at her, sitting quietly in the cage without saying a word.
Those indigo eyes were so pure that Tang Rou felt a little guilty. Even though they were not related, she didn't recognize this face.
"I tried my best."
As she said this, she stopped trying in vain, stood up, turned around and walked towards the ventilation passage.
There was some rustling noise behind her. The young man raised his hand to grab the cage and looked at her back quietly.
Don't speak, don't hold back, just "watch" stubbornly and intently.
Like the whole world, we can only "see" her.
The feeling of guilt is getting stronger and stronger.
Tang Rou stepped onto the sofa and looked back. The young man also looked back at her silently through the railing, and even extended an arm to press on the ground outside.
Inexplicably, it makes people feel that he is very pitiful.
What, Tang Rou thought, she was so wary of her just now and wanted to stay as far away from her as possible, and now she looks so pitiful.
She held the edge of the cabinet and prepared to climb up, but at this moment, there was a click and the door opened.
Tang Rou concentrated and judged the speed of climbing up and the distance to the cage in one second. She decisively turned around and pulled down the curtain, hiding her body under the dark blue velvet.
Someone walked in.
Tang Rou listened intently to the movement outside the curtain, and saw the young man in the cage looking panicked and restless again, staying far away from her and leaning towards the edge of the cage.
This time it was even more exaggerated, with his hands behind his back.
"..."
Tang Rou really wanted to explain that she wouldn't do anything to him, but a thin layer of sweat oozed out from the young man's forehead. He turned his face weakly and in vain, even hitting the messy and soft silver-white hair on his forehead.
Wet and stuck to the pale cheeks.
Beautiful yet fragile.
This really shocked Tang Rou. She thought she was just a little paralyzed. Could it still be scary?
The curtain was lifted by one hand.
Tang Rou quickly withdrew her attention and hid behind her silently. The boy in the cage also hid in the opposite direction.
He didn't even hide from people outside the cage, and concentrated on avoiding Tang Rou, making her look slumped over and over again, as melancholy as a cat that had been bald.
The waiter at the auction stood outside the cage. He did not expect that the boy in the cage was leaning against the railing and the edge of the cage.
Such a close distance allowed the waiter to clearly see every strand of hair on this beautiful auction item, as well as the delicate and flawless skin on the back of the neck.
The waiter unconsciously twirled his fingers, imagining the feeling of touching that piece of skin, then calmed down and pulled the cage out.
It was at this time that someone strangled his neck.
A soft hand covered his mouth to suppress the exclamations in his mouth. The waiter's breathing became increasingly difficult and he began to feel dizzy.
There is no handy tool here, Tang Rou cannot knock the person unconscious, she can only reach out and strangle the person. If the person is suffocated to a certain extent, the brain will lack oxygen and become comatose.
She was afraid that she would strangle the person to death, so she put the waiter down and then looked for his heart to see if there was still a heartbeat.
Tang Rou breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and saw the young man holding on to the railing and looking this way, quietly pursed his lips and frowned.
Looks like he's angry.
"..."
Why is he still not happy??
For the first time, Tang Rou acted as a good guy and a hero to save a beauty, but the other party had this attitude.
She grabbed the waiter's hand with a sullen face, held his fingers one by one and tried to unlock it.
The young man was still far away from her, clinging to the cage, lowering his head as if he had seen something unbearable. The tips of his hair were a little wet, hanging down and swaying.
Tang Rou couldn't help but became irritable, moved her hands faster, and finally used the waiter's middle finger to unlock the fingerprint lock.
"Okay, come out, I'm leaving."
Throwing away the waiter's hand, Tang Rou opened the cage door, turned around and left without stopping.
She stepped on the sofa, got into the vent, retraced her steps, appeared quietly in the corridor, and hid in the shadows to avoid the cameras.
A minute later, alarm bells blared throughout the building, and countless mercenaries with guns began searching for the missing beautiful auction items.
Tang Rou was listening to what was going on outside and hid in a flower bed.
It's strange. It's obviously an underground space, but it's made just like the world above. It even has natural lighting and flowers, plants and trees.
After a group of mercenaries patrolling outside left, she stood up from the flower garden.
Turning his head, his expression broke.
The snow-white porcelain-like boy was standing behind her. He also imitated her actions and stood up from the flower bed, quietly and motionless.
"Why are you here?"
Tang Rou was a little surprised. How long had he been following her? Why was there no sound at all?
She walked closer and lowered her voice, "Don't follow me."
When he said this, the young man quickly backed away and distanced himself from her, but did not go too far. His foggy indigo eyes were still facing her direction.
wack.
Tang Rou gave him a strange look and stepped forward, feeling something as small as a pull in her heart.
After walking a few more steps and looking back, the young man was still following suit.
In the quiet flower garden, two people stared at each other.
The boy was quiet for a few seconds before he thought of hiding, and hurriedly walked to the nearby tree to hide.
Tang Rou looked at the tall figure with half of his shoulders exposed, and couldn't figure out his brain circuit, so she couldn't help but laugh: "Come out, I've already seen you."
The shoulders that could not be covered did not move, and Tang Rou felt that he was frozen.
"Come out." Tang Rou cleared her throat: "If you don't come out, I will pass."
The young man came out with his head lowered, looking clean and beautiful, as if he had done something wrong. His extremely beautiful hands were intertwined in front of his robe, so white they were almost indistinguishable.
Tang Rou found that it was becoming easier and easier for her to become soft-hearted.
She walked a few steps, feeling increasingly frustrated.
That pulling force made her heart feel strangely sore. Finally, she stopped, turned around and said to him, "Remember to walk in the shadows and be careful not to be seen."
After walking a few steps, I saw the young man still standing quietly behind the tree, looking like he didn't understand.
Tang Rou had a headache and was funny at the same time, "What I mean is, come here and follow me."