I Was Once a Legend

The two came out of the bathroom in the corridor, turned their back to the corner where Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng were, and walked toward the other end of the corridor. They did not notice that someone was secretly peeping at this time.

Cui Zuojing quietly poked his head from behind the wall and saw the figures of the two.

The two walked up to the elevator at the end of the corridor. The man pressed the up button and dinged, the elevator door slowly opened in front of him.

"Just do it first. If there is anything wrong, let me know immediately." Kelberos walked into the elevator, and the manager agreed to come down and did not keep up.

This elevator is the only one in the whole building that can reach the top floor. Only the boss's guards and the most trusted talents are eligible to ride and take the initiative to meet the boss.

Kelberus turned around and faced the long corridor. His eyes crossed the shoulder of the manager and saw the corner at the end. There was no one in the air, but he felt inexplicably like he was being watched.

This feeling comes from the beast-like intuition he has tempered in countless times of life and death, and he has relied on it for a hundred thousand points, because this intuition has saved his life countless times.

He believes this is the same.

Kelberus frowned. He didn't know where the problem was. He was peering into his eyes as if everywhere.

The elevator doors closed slowly in front of his eyes, and Corberus did not press the door open button after all. He did not have the habit of using electronic products. He stood straight in the elevator alone, counting the floors silently in his heart. The changed number exactly matched the display on the elevator screen.

As he ascended to the 20th floor, Kelberus reflected his appearance on the elevator wall and organized his clothes until the elevator stopped on the 23rd floor.

The elevator doors slid open to both sides, and the quiet and tidy extravagant corridor slowly showed again in front of him.

Korberus couldn't help but reveal a very light smile, which was a kind of satisfaction that he could finally meet the person he wanted to see the most after seeing his exhausted work for a day.

As the elevator doors closed, the figure of the man disappeared in the camera, and inside the elevator, there was no monitoring equipment.

The white man entered another door in the corridor, and his footsteps quickly disappeared. The key in the pocket can feel the heat through the fabric of the pants, which is a reaction that only occurs when it is close to the debris.

"There is a problem with that man." Cui Zuojing said, "Can you continue to see where he went?"

"No." Dong Zheng whispered, "I can't invade that person with no electronic products."

Cui Zuojing nodded: "Let Queer come later."

It is strange enough that there will be people who do not carry electronic products with them under the box of this era background.

When Kelberus entered the elevator, Cui Zuojing retracted behind the wall and hid, failing to see his face, but judging from the other person's figure, it should not be Fu Zhe's soul fragment. He instinctively thinks that Fu Zhe's fragments should be similar to him, just like goodwill is basically a copy of Fu Zhe himself, other fragments should also...

Cui Zuojing Nao made up what Fu Zhe's body would look like if he had become the man just now. He was shivered by the sight in his brain, immediately shook his head, and shook his thoughts behind his head.

"Private elevator without monitoring, it should go to the boss's side."

When Lin Hangzhi attracted the attention of most gamblers and dealers with slot machines, Cui Zuojing was not idle. He acted as a casual child while holding a casual play mentality, and scattered with others Ask for information about the casino.

In the end, Dong Linhai succeeded in putting useful words in the mouth of a gambler who had drunk: no one knew the real name of the casino owner, but everyone here called him Mr. Mo, and he was rumored to be a young man in his twenties. Will personally go to the venue below to check, only distinguished VIP guests, it is possible to see him in the VIP room.

The mysterious boss Mo is the target that Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng wanted to investigate on this trip. They planned to initially determine the coordinates of the boss's residence. Unexpectedly, a strong response of fragments from a man was felt on the way.

The two quickly left the staff aisle. Instead of returning to the room specially opened by the waiter, they went to the suite under Lin Hangzhi.

On the way, Cui Zuojing asked: "Do you think he will be a fragment of Fu Zhe?"

Dong Zheng shook his head decisively: "It shouldn't be that he doesn't look like Fu Zhe's."

Cui Zuojing was curious: "What does it look like?"

"The appearance of the Middle Eastern descent looks pretty good." Dong Zheng doesn't know how to describe it. Sometimes the language is very barren. If the blood is still there, he can directly pass the picture he saw to Cui Zuojing. Too.

"That's not it." Cui Zuojing touched his chin thoughtfully. "Then he has such a strong sense of the key, he must have had a short contact with the debris..."

Cui Zuojing stopped talking suddenly. He and Dong Zheng looked at each other and saw the same idea in the other person's eyes, slowly squinting.

"Do you think Fu Zhe's orientation is normal?" For a while, he asked.

"I don't know." Dong Zheng answered honestly, "I don't even know what kind of relationship between the soul fragment and the subject, and how much there are similarities between the two. Fu Zhe never mentioned it."

Cui Zuojing snorted. He thought of the doubts and thoughts that Fu Zhe had told him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"If it's what I thought, it would be interesting."

When Kelberus pushed open the door, the casino owner named Mr. Mo was lying in his chair, lazily turning over the book in his hand. He was wearing a soft and comfortable cloth, the waistcoat button was only one, and the feet under his pants were still bare.

The delicate crystal chandelier did not turn on, only the small reading light on the wall radiated the light everywhere, illuminating the book in Mr. Mo’s hands and the face with a faint look, the shadow cast long behind him, and finally melted into the darkness One.

The floor-to-ceiling window opened a slit slightly, and the evening wind blew in, with a noisy atmosphere outside. Kelberus closed the windows in the past, looked down at the star-like lights in the streets below, and pulled the thick and gorgeous curtains.

The man sharply caught an unusual smell in the air and turned his head to ask, "Master, are you smoking hookah again?"

"No." The youth didn't even lift his eyelids.

Kelberus touched the hookah on the table. The temperature of the burning residue has not completely dissipated. The color is probably tobacco shredded with red wine. It is not difficult to imagine that when the hookah is lit, a whole room will be filled with sweetness. Of wine.

A few sheets of paper were placed next to the hookah bottle, with unreadable patterns drawn on it, like a formation.

Corberus did not expose the master's blatant lies. He walked to the rocking chair, squatted down and knelt on the ground, put one hand gently on Mr. Mo's knee, looked up at him, and said softly: "Master has been all day long Didn't you go out?"

Mr. Moh lazily sighed, he finally looked at Kelberus and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Everything is done." Kelberus still insisted on the topic just now. "It would be suffocating to stay in the room all day long. Will the master go out with me tomorrow?"

"Okay." Mr. Mo didn't refuse. He moved slightly and changed his posture to a more comfortable posture, squinting slightly, and there was no sound, but Kelberus heard the subtle sound of his nose inhaling deeply. , Knowing he was a little sleepy-he just yawned quietly just now.

Since the host became particularly tired two weeks ago, Kelberus noticed this slight change, and only in the morning told Angela to let the host eat breakfast, close the window in time, and did not know if the other party did it. .

He grasped the feet of the youth on the carpet, and he felt the ice-cold cold without surprise. The cold seemed to ooze out of his bones, and he had to penetrate the skin to freeze him together.

Corberus put Mr. Mo's feet in his arms, and the young man took advantage of the situation to step on his chest naturally, absorbing the heat of the other party's body. Kelberus followed the calf all the way up, the loose trousers were gradually lifted, as the hand moved step by step, the temperature of the skin under the palm gradually warmed up a little bit from the initial cold, and gradually looked like a living person.

Eventually, the fingers of those hands reached into the trouser legs and touched the delicate skin above the knee. The body temperature over there finally returned to normal, which was Kelberus' favorite warmth.

The host's body has not been very good, and it is especially easy to have cold hands and feet. Many times like this, the knees and legs below are not as cold as people should have. With a weak body, poor blood circulation, and no vitality, Kelberus knew the reason for this, but no matter how he persuaded, the owner was reluctant to exercise and never wore it when idle in the house. Socks and socks, sometimes even reluctant to wear clothes only wearing a nightgown, as if the cloth of the clothing would imprison him.

Kelberus knelt in front of the young man, covered his feet in his arms, and warmed each other with his body temperature a little bit. Both of them can be regarded as two extremes, no matter how much they wear throughout the year, Kelber Los is always energetic, and even hot.

Mr. Mo thought to continue to look down at the book, and Kelberus looked at him quietly, his dark honeyed eyes clearly reflecting the figure that had been engraved in his heart under the dim light.

He was tired for a day, and it was only at this time that he could feel the comfort from the depths of his soul.

Neither of them bothered anyone, as if such a thing were as common as eating and drinking, and it was justified.

Until the young man made a sleepy little voice again, he finally closed the book in his hand and pulled one foot out of Korberus's arms, down his body and stepped heavily on a place.

Korberus grabbed his ankle, bowed his head reverently on the back of his hand and kissed him, then stood up, and while the young man stretched his hands around his neck, he hugged him from the recliner.

"Where are you going to take me tomorrow?" Mr. Mo was placed on that huge and soft bed without letting go, and Corberus could only keep his stoop.

"As long as the owner wants, you can go wherever you want."

The young man stopped talking, and it was only after Kelberus kissed that he said between breaths, "Go with me tomorrow."