Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan went to the third floor again.

Last night the two heard Yang Song’s screams and ran down the third floor in a hurry. They found that Niu Xinyan’s son was burned. Then they caught up with a series of chaos. People died one after another. They never came up again. However, the third floor remained the same as when the two rushed downstairs. With no distractions this time, the two of them went straight to the small black room, packed up the scattered documents, sealed them in bags and brought them down. The corpse of Beer Belly was dragged down by the two of them and buried back in the sandpit.

There are several other rooms on the third floor.

Fang Daichuan's curiosity swelled unprecedentedly. Tomorrow is the seventh day and someone will come to pick him up. In any case, this test is over, and he has other thoughts.

"Let's open another door and take a look," Fang Daichuan said. "Chen Hui is right. The boss behind the scenes doesn't know where it is. Whether we look for clues, we won't be too passive."

Li Sinian nodded, found an awl wire or something, and played around for a long time. Holding a screwdriver in his hand, he put a card into the crack in the door with his right hand, loosened the screw and directly removed the door lock.

The two pushed the door in.

The room on the third floor is quite open, facing south, with good lighting and ventilation, half the size of the hall downstairs. Fang Daichuan held a candle to observe. It should be a small crack in the window, and there was a slight smell of sea breeze in the room. There are furniture and other things on all sides against the wall, all covered with a white cloth.

Fang Daichuan walked to the corner of the house and uncovered the white cloth.

It is a painting.

A man was tied to a rock by the sea alone, heavy chains bound his limbs, the birds circled in the sky, each bird was like a dark shadow, flying by trying to swallow his flesh. His chest was cut in half, revealing the blood red internal organs, very depressed.

"What is this?" Fang Daichuan frowned and reached out to touch the canvas. The paint was brushed on the canvas with slight brush marks and bulges.

Li Sinian stood behind him and drew in detail: "Prometheus Bound."

It was a copy of the famous painting, Fang Daichuan thought, he suddenly remembered the "Rye Field Raised by Crows" that he had seen in Niu Xinyan's mother and son room. Could it be that the boss copied it himself? It was rather attentive, thinking like this, he moved the candlestick close to the canvas and carefully searched for the signature on it.

There is a humble signature in the corner, a squiggly pen signature, and only one word, Eternity.

Eternity? Fang Daichuan turned around in his mind, recalling the poor English vocabulary he had learned in university.

If I remember correctly, it seems to be a very religious word, meaning eternal?

Fang Daichuan couldn't figure it out.

He lifted the white cloth and the canvas under the covers. They were all paintings. There were dozens of paintings, some of which Fang Daichuan knew, some he didn't know, some copied, and some painted this island. The colors are somber and the brushwork is sad. However, there are occasional paintings on religious themes. The Virgin gazes down at the world with affection, or the Greek goddess holding a jug is bathed in the sun, making people feel a little more peaceful.

Fang Daichuan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it.

"This person is so pitiful." He thought, and said straight.

Li Sinian was looking up at a statue of the Virgin, he was taken aback when he heard the words: "How do you say?"

Appreciation of art and aesthetics must be a compulsory course for directors. Li Sinian's understanding of these paintings must be far more accurate than himself. Fang Daichuan felt that some of his class was a bit tricky, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know how to appreciate, I just think this person should be very depressed. It’s very contradictory and not happy at all."

"He's asking for help..." Fang Daichuan tried to draw carefully, frowning tightly.

Li Sinian looked at it in order. He saw the last one from the first one. After looking at it for a while, he smiled and shook his head. He didn't know if he disagreed with Fang Daichuan's point of view, or he really didn't see it.

"Meow~"

There was a soft call from behind the curtains.

Fang Daichuan recovered, he opened the curtains, and the black cat was standing on the bay window, licking his right paw.

"It's you?" Fang Daichuan said in surprise, "Where have you been these days? Have you eaten?"

Of course the cat can't speak. The black cat walked past Fang Daichuan coldly, and ran to Li Sinian's feet, rubbing his neck against Li Sinian's feet.

Li Sinian squatted down and gently scratched the black cat's neck with his fingers. The cat stretched out, purring comfortably in his throat, and then turned over and exposed his belly. Its belly turned out to be white.

"Go out, stop playing here," Li Si said in a young voice, waving his hand to drive it away.

The little black cat actually understood it, and walked back to the window sill step by step, meowed twice, and got out of the window.

"Listen to you so..." Fang Daichuan had a taste, and he didn't know who it was.

The second room is empty, with a round table in the center and a pen on the round table. Fang Daichuan picked it up and took a look. It was the same model as his own. It seemed that this room was the room where the Wolves discussed strategy meeting in the middle of the night.

The third room is a room full of records.

It's not the kind of tapes and CDs, it's a vinyl record, a black disc with a certain thickness, with various colored rings embedded in the middle, properly placed on a wooden shelf, and filled with a room.

A gramophone in the corner of the house.

"This is not bad," Li Sinian stepped forward and touched the wooden box of the phonograph. "Move it down and put it in our room."

The phonograph was heavy, Fang Daichuan closed the lid, held it up carefully, and asked, "But the villa has been powered off?"

"This is an old pin-type gramophone, hand-cranked," Li Sinian pointed to the handle on the side of the box. "You wait for me to pick a disc."

Enjoying life quite well, Fang Daichuan said quietly, noble master.

After going downstairs, Li Sinian was there to pry the wine bottle and Fang Daichuan went to the bathroom to take a bath.

The water in the water heater was completely exhausted, and he left it on for a long time without a drop. The two of them were dragging the corpse out, rancid, and went into several dusty rooms. They were dirty and smelly. Just sleeping like this was impossible for Fang Daichuan.

He pulled his slippers to open the door, poked his head out and asked Li Sinian what to do.

Li Sinian looked out the window and smiled at him.

seaside.

The moon was dim and starry.

Li Sinian stood shirtless in the waist-deep sea water, shining the hazy moonlight and stars above his head, his muscles were so white that they reflected the light. The gauze on his left shoulder has been half wet with water, and a little blood is oozing out, like a ghost who only **** human spirits.

Fang Daichuan sat on the reef beside him, and flirted him with a handful of water with his feet.

Li Sinian was splashed all over and raised his eyebrows to look at him. There were some drops of water splashing on his cheeks and a smile reflected in his eyes. Fang Daichuan covered his face at the time and cursed at him.

When waiting for him to take a bath that day, Li Si's chest was full of bubbles from the shower gel. Fang Daichuan was worried about something and didn't take a close look. Now he looked at the whole person. There is a narrow row of tattoos on Li Sinian's waist, which happened to be stuck in the position of the panties, across the neatly arranged abdominal muscles and slightly protruding hip bones, and the mermaid line was tightly tied on the waist.

Can't see or see, Fang Daichuan took a few deep breaths, both of them were wearing only underwear. It would be too embarrassing for the other to see any reaction in the wilderness.

He thought this way, but the fire in his heart got hotter.

After washing awkwardly, Li Sinian wiped off his T-shirt and put on his clothes. Fang Daichuan didn't wear a T-shirt, only put on jeans, and walked back behind him. He always felt that his wet underwear was stuck to the flesh, and his rough jeans made him feel uncomfortable.

The first thing he did when he returned to the room, Fang Daichuan took a pair of new underwear. Li Sinian was playing with the phonograph with his back to him, the handle rattling and shaking. Fang Daichuan hesitated for a while holding his underwear. He felt that the two big men had kissed and hugged them, and had to go to the bathroom to change underwear. It seemed a bit hypocritical and he seemed to have a guilty conscience.

Thinking about this, he stood by the bed, gritted his teeth and took off his pants.

Behind him came the melody of trumpet and piano.

Fang Daichuan hurriedly put on his new underwear and turned around.

Li Sinian stood at the window with arms folded, staring at him with interest.

A male voice with a hoarse tone slowly flowed from the pointer of the phonograph. The voice was not pleasant, dumb, and muddy, but it flowed into my heart strangely.

"This music..." Fang Daichuan usually listens to it a lot and is not familiar with this song. He just said cautiously with a little impression, "It's very similar to the style in "City of Philharmonic".

Li Sinian snapped his fingers in surprise and praised: "That's right, it's jazz. Louis Armstrong, kiss the fire."

He talked and sang slowly to the beat.

SincefirstIkissedyoumyheartwasyourscompletely

(When I kissed you for the first time, I gave my heart completely)

IfI\'maslave,thenit\'saslaveIwanttobe

(I am a slave, willingly, without regrets)

Li Sinian's voice is very pleasant, with a standard youth tone, and his laughter is a little low. When he sings English, he bites his words very clearly and his breath is lightly vomiting, which is completely different from that of Chinese.

Very slutty.

Fang Daichuan heard goose bumps.

He hummed softly: "Don\'tpityme, don\'tpityme"

——Don't pity me, don't pity me.

He sang and walked over to the bed, Fang Daichuan came back shirtless, his jeans were not put on, only two thin sheets of cloth covered him. Li Sinian's clothes were neat, and the water droplets between the hair fell on the T-shirt, which was quickly absorbed by the cotton cloth.

Fang Daichuan swallowed his throat, his eyes flashing.

Li Sinian leaned in his ear, with a deep smile in his voice:

Givemeyourlips,thelipsyouonlyletmeborrow

(Give me your lips, you only promise my plundered lips)

Lovemetonightandletthedeviltaketomorrow

(Please love me tonight, tomorrow I will be taken away by the devil)

IknowthatImusthaveyourkissalthoughitmedooms

(I know I must have your kiss, even if it will destroy me)

Thoughitconsumesmethekissoffire!!!

(Even if I burn and consume in your kiss)

Fang Daichuan couldn't bear it, he pulled Li Sinian's skirt over, and said in a low voice: "As you wish." Then he opened his mouth and kissed him.

The record continued to sing conscientiously.

Itouchyourlipsandallatoncethesparksgoflying

(Sparks splashed the moment I touched your lips)

Thosedevillipsthatknowsowelltheartoflying

(The devil’s lips are familiar and artistic lie)

AndthoughIseethedanger, stilltheflamegrowshigher

(I know it’s dangerous, but I can’t stop my passion)

IknowImustsurrendertoyourkissoffire

(I know I will surrender to your kiss sooner or later)

Fang Daichuan's cheeks were burning like fire, and the sound of water mixed with the mellow tone of the trumpet. Fang Daichuan gently bit the tip of the other party's tongue, and heard Li Sinian's laugh, mixed with thick nasal sounds, which was hopelessly sexy. The two breathed hurriedly, and Fang Daichuan's Yu Guang caught a glimpse of each other's chest being burned red by lust.

"Wait..." Li Sinian took a breath, smiled and pulled the distance between the two of them, Fang Daichuan rubbed his neck dissatisfiedly, the corners of his mouth full of water.

Li Sinian reached out and touched the saliva at the corner of his mouth, panting and smiling: "I have something to confess to you."

The record had finished playing, the tonestick was reset, and there was a soft click.

Fang Daichuan raised his head, his eyes desperate and eager: "Are you in a hurry, don't you be in a hurry to say no in the morning?" He gently rubbed the opponent's waist and hips, rubbing the thin fabric on the rough jeans, spicy and refreshing. .

"It's not in a hurry... It's about my first love..." Li Sinian lengthened his voice on purpose.

Fang Daichuan threw him into the big bed behind him with a whimper, slapped his hands and feet on him, bit his neck fiercely, and said coarsely, "You tell me now! Give me a clear explanation!"

During the movement, the skin of the two of them stuck tightly together, and they both felt each other's body temperature. Li Sinian's eyes deepened for an instant.

I have no jam! I'm so helpless after I count the words! Run away with the lid!