Even after waking up from her dream, Tang Rou still couldn't come back to her senses.
Her thoughts were still immersed in the strange scenes in her dream, and she had a lingering cold feeling on her body, as if she was being watched by eyes without warmth.
And... from both directions.
This intuition was so strong that she no longer wanted to stay in this quiet room and groped her way out of bed.
"rabbit?"
She shouted softly, but no one answered.
The cold and terrifying eyes followed her like a shadow, as if someone was watching her coldly.
Could it be that the scene in the nightmare was too bizarre and affected her state?
Tang Rou felt uneasy when the young man was not around.
During this period of time, she had gradually become accustomed to the young man's meticulous care. He would always follow her like a shadow, never leaving her.
"rabbit……"
She murmured, stretched out her hand, groped in the air and walked out step by step.
In the darkness, the whole world is empty and void, and every step forward is full of unknowns and fears.
Someone once said that the most profound human emotion is fear, and the oldest fear comes from the mysterious unknown.
She touched the door frame, walked out of the door, and walked smoothly to the corridor.
Her hearing suddenly caught some inaudible rubbing sounds, like something cold and hard with smooth scales rubbing across the carpet, quietly approaching her from behind.
Tang Rou couldn't help but quicken her pace and walked along the corridor while touching the wall.
"rabbit."
She wants to see him.
She was very uneasy.
At this moment, footsteps came from ahead.
Tang Rou stopped and remained motionless.
Until the person opposite walked up to her in a few quick steps, held her shoulders, bent down and asked softly, "Why did you come out?"
It's him.
Tang Rou breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch his face, touching his eyebrows. A familiar look appeared in her mind.
The young man had a complexion as fair as jade and was well-behaved and docile. He held her shoulders and walked back. When he lowered his eyes to look at her, his thick and long eyelashes were like a row of small brushes, casting shadows under his eyes.
It seems so innocent and harmless.
"Rou, don't leave the room casually. What if you hurt yourself?"
She didn't speak, her head was lowered, and her slender neck was exposed from the hair, as if it would break if she gently folded it with her hand.
The young man couldn't help feeling pity, "When Rou's eyes heal, I will take Rou to see the outside."
Tang Rou asked, "Will it be okay?"
"of course."
The young man stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, nuzzling her as before, wanting to hug her.
But you might as well hear her ask abruptly, "What does it smell like on you?"
"What?"
Tang Rou sniffed it gently and frowned, "It seems to be blood..."
"No, did Rou smell something wrong?" He hugged her and pushed her towards the room, rubbing her gently like a cat, and returned to her familiar appearance.
Tang Rou was so annoyed by him that she laughed and stretched out her hand to push him away.
The young man looked at the curve of her lips crazily, feeling that the blood in his body was finally flowing again.
Rou is still happy, right?
She likes to be with him.
Fascinated by the sight, the young man lowered his head and breathed closer and closer to hers.
His eyes were staring at her pale lips, full of fascination and desire.
But he still woke up, let go of his hand, and sent her back to the room, saying that he would go clean and change clothes and would be back soon.
Tang Rou couldn't see or know the young man who was leaving. His white shirt was stained with blood.
But after he left, Tang Rou raised her fingertips again.
After sniffing, his eyebrows narrowed.
...the smell of rust.
The smell of blood, why does he smell like human blood?
Thinking like this, Tang Rou unconsciously lowered her hand, but her fingertips unexpectedly touched something smooth and cold.
She froze, and before she had time to feel it, the thing moved away from her side with a swish. Tang Rou even heard the rustling sound of something sliding quickly on the cashmere carpet.
This time it was definitely not an illusion.
There are scales, delicate and slippery, and this layer of scary mucus is attached to it and feels weird to the touch.
Tang Rou stood up almost immediately, with a calm expression, holding on to the wall and walking outside.
There was something definitely not human in her room.
After going out once, it became much easier to walk on this road again. She was holding on to the wall, with no expression on her face, and looked like she was taking a normal walk.
But there was already cold sweat on the palms of my hands.
Vaguely, the sound of water was heard.
Although this sensory experiment made her extremely painful, it evolved her five senses to some extent, and at least her hearing was much sharper.
Tang Rou moved her hand down from the wall and touched the railing. Tang Rou realized that there was an escalator in front of her.
She walked slowly down, and the sound of water became clearer and clearer.
Is it a sea hare?
Tang Rou really didn't want to be alone, so she held the railing and sat down on the stairs.
The sound of water gradually became sticky.
It was fine and messy, like someone quickly stirring up the water in a bathtub, mixed with a few rapid sobs, which seemed like pain and joy.
Dense vapor seeped out from the cracks in the doors and windows.
Tang Rou was startled, and then heard a faint sound coming from not far away.
"Rou...Rou..."
It's calling her name.
Tang Rou couldn't see her and thought the boy had noticed her calling her, so she subconsciously responded, "I'm here."
But as soon as he finished speaking, all the sounds suddenly stopped.
It's like people separated by a wall have pressed the pause button.
Through a door, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
My wet feet stepped on the tiles, and the water on my body fell to the ground, from far to near.
Through a door, someone called her in a low voice, "Rou? Are you outside?"
The sound was moist and lingering, as if soaked in water.
"I'm here." Tang Rou was a little embarrassed and explained, "I seemed to have touched something in the room just now..."
But the young man interrupted her, "Rou, can you give me a name?"
The voice was moist and slow, each word was spoken very lightly, and it was tainted with a sense of fatigue and hesitation.
Tang Rou thought seriously, softened her eyebrows and smiled,
"Lucifer."
He repeated, "Lucifer..."
"It's the name of the angel in the Hebrew Bible." Her gentle voice came through the crack in the door, more delicate than water vapor, penetrating into every nerve of his, "In Hebrew, it originally means morning star,
He was the former Vice-President of Heaven, the most perfect and sacred seraph."
However, in religious mythology, this extraordinary and handsome six-winged Seraph Archangel of Holy Light eventually led a third of the angels in heaven to fall out of the crystal sky and into hell because of doubting God's ability, and became the most dangerous.
demon.
The name was changed to Lucifer.
"But I still like his story very much." Tang Rou said with a chuckle.
"Lucifer, Lucifer."
The young man's voice was filled with ambiguous joy, and his breathing became rapid, "I like this name, Rou...can you call me a few more times."
"Lucifer."
Tang Rou was also very happy, "This name sounds very suitable for you."
When she mentioned something else, the young man begged in a low voice with some unsteady breath, "Rou... I still want to hear, talk to me..."
"What do you want to hear?"
"soft……"
He always liked to call her, and now he did the same, but he started to say nothing at all, and just kept calling her, "Rou..."
Tang Rou agreed.
There was a faint sound of water and slapping sounds inside the door, which was vague and indistinct.
It's like an extremely impatient person applying body wash, weird and sticky.