The Lover’s Prattle

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Built on the ground floor of an abandoned factory in the suburbs of Beijing.

It was surrounded by iron railings, cold and stiff.

The light is dim and the air smells *.

At the door were three huge wolf dogs with sharp teeth and fierce expressions. Only when they see Qi Shengguang will they shake their tails and obediently greet their masters, or let them guard the iron gate behind them.

Qi Shengguang was wearing a white turtleneck sweater inside and a new brown coat outside, holding some yellowed keys in his hands, raising his feet and gently touching the three dogs that came over, saying hello and opening the iron door.

The sound of creaking, the iron door opening, echoed in the basement.

The entrance is a huge space, full of all kinds of huge photos, all in black and white tone, all men and women enter the mirror, can not see the face, only a variety of actions, showing two people 姣Good figure, and the most primitive * Honghuang.

In the third room that entered, there were No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 and Qing Ruo.

Qing Ruo was supposed to be called No. 4, because she is the new one Qi Qiuguang recently added, but just because she hasn't completely taken over the business, so she can't be counted for the time being.

She curled up on the bed in a row, with messy hair and dull expression, her arms tightly wrapped around her legs, like a lost puppet.

No. 1 sat behind her side, holding a comb and a hair hoop in her hand, preparing to tie her hair.

Qi Shengguang opened the last iron door and entered the room. Sitting on the sofa, smoking No. 2 and No. 3 was a little delighted. Mixing indifferent cheeks was a twisted arc, "Sheng Guang."

They opened their mouths, and Qi Shengguang's eyes were full of tenderness but cold chills. He swept around in the room, stopped on Qing Ruo, and then fell back to No. 2 and No. 3. He leaned on the iron door, his hand Here is an old keyring.

The corners of his mouth froze a bit, like thinking but just like a simple movement. He raised his finger and pointed at No. 2, "Come out."

In No.2's eyes, there was expectation, fear, and more, a **** sense of inhumanity like a beast.

The basement is large and empty, with iron gates in between.

No. 2 went out, Qi Shengguang locked the iron door again, Qingruo trembling and hugging himself.

The number one behind came to her, combing her hair without saying a word, patiently and meticulously, and soon the next room sounded like a painful and joyful sound for women, a muffled roar for men, and a clicking sound from the camera. Occasionally white light flashed on the walls.

The temperature was very low, and there was a layer of dew on the basement wall. If Qing Qing shrank, he shook his head and covered his ears, refusing to hear any sound.

The hair combed by No.1 was messed up, not angry, and impatient, and continued to comb, with a light tone and no feelings. "Be obedient or you will die." It is not advice or comfort.

It was already late when No. 2 returned, No. 1 and No. 3 had fallen asleep, Qing Ruo still curled up in bed.

Qi Shengguang opened the iron door, and No. 2's face was pale, his eyes had mad and unhappy joy, he was unstable, and almost fell down several times. Qi Shengguang just looked at her, then closed the iron door.

If Qing looked up, her eyes, which had not taken a good rest for a few days, were covered with bloodshot blood. Inside were despair, pain, fear, and unknown expectations.

Blind in her eyes, looking shocking.

Qi Shengguang, who was about to turn around, stopped and the iron gate was pushed back again. He hooked her, "Come here."

The moist eyes contained the horrible gloom of a snowstorm.

Qing Ruo dwelled, his whole body was stiff like ice, and he could not move at all.

He pursed his lips, shoved the half-opened iron door, and took a few strides to startle the other three. Qi Shengguang took out white gloves from his coat pocket while walking, and shoved beside Qing Ruo. Pulling her arm to the ground, she dragged out. She didn't wear shoes on her feet, she lay on the edge of an iron bed, and stepped on the cold ground, but nothing happened, her body had collapsed to numbness.

The other three people watched her being dragged away, eyes without grief or joy, the iron door closed, they lay down and continued to sleep.

Crossing an empty room, it was Qi Shengguang's exclusive room, which contained countless photos, displaying many trophies, and his most precious camera in a glass cabinet.

There was an iron chair in the room, like a special chair used in prisons. Qing Ruo was pressed on by Qi Shengguang and his hands and feet were locked. He pulled her hair to force her to look up, glanced at her eyes, and turned. Began to panic, looking for the camera in the glass cabinet.

I lost several shots during this period and couldn't help it.

The light in the room was adjusted, Qi Shengguang walked across to her and held the camera. The voice was mad and gentle, making people have the illusion of being coaxed. "

Her gaze, despair, came overwhelmingly, making her almost out of breath.

Qi Shengguang shook his hands so excited that he could hardly hold the camera.

The sound of a click sounded.

However, her eyes changed. Despair, complete despair, she no longer had the kind of hopeless hope and hope just now.

Qi Shengguang put the camera on the iron cabinet behind her, walked in front of her, and her white gloved hands clasped her cheeks, her eyes looked tender and gentle, her voice was like a prayer of a believer, "Qingruo, good or bad , Look just like that, look forward to it? "

His handsome and unparalleled cheek was close at hand, and his words were gentle and coquettish, and Qingruo's eyes had been crying with almost no tears in the past few days.

Qi Shengguang's whole body was shaking, and the strobe light almost illuminated the dim room.

He was tireless, and tossed into the middle of the night, regardless of Qing Ruo, who was still sitting on a chair, and took care of himself in the photo just taken.

"Qi Shengguang ..." He finally stopped and Qingruo called him.

The throat was dry and bloody, and it hurt to speak. Three words are already difficult.

Qi Shengguang came with a gentle gaze, sitting behind the table, and he was covered with the fruits of a busy night's work, and he felt a warm light like the godfather that could illuminate all beings.

"Let me go back, okay?" In a word, she had exhausted all her strength.

Qi Shengguang didn't speak, just came over and opened the clamp on her chair, and took her to another room to sit down.

This room is filled with a rotten smell. There is a small room next to it, which has a good view, and the scenery in the large room has a panoramic view. There was a camera stand in the small room, and several of his lenses.

Qi Shengguang took her inside and left the room. After a while, No. 3 entered the large room, and Qi Shengguang went out again.

She began to undress herself, wearing a cotton jacket and sweater, leaving only a thin one. Qi Shengguang led a man back.

No. 3 has a good figure, her cheeks are delicately white and tender, her features are correct, and even if she doesn't laugh, she is a proper beauty.

The man Qi Shengguang brought back was almost the same as his height. He was one meter and eighteen meters tall, with a clean silhouette and a little buttery appearance.

Qi Shengguang closed the door of the room, and the man walked over and carried No. 3, the two kissed together, there was a bed behind, and all kinds of things, the air began to fill with strange factors.

Qi Shengguang entered the small room and forced her to look up at a man and a woman outside.

They overlap, joy or pain, and play more and more crazy.

Qing Ruo started nausea and vomiting, Qi Shengguang pulled her hair, her eyes were smooth and her voice was smooth, "Have a good study."

If Qing started to vomit, he let go of his hand and went straight out of the room.

When a man and a woman outside stopped when Qing did n’t know, the whole person vomited and almost fainted. Qi Shengguang came in. There were no people in the room. He took all the cleaning tools and towels and put them in the room. At her feet, holding her drooling wolfdog in her hand, "Clean it up."

She was speechless, shrinking to get a towel, the water in the bucket was cold, but she could not feel it, and her great fear was shrouded in despair. The whole person seemed to be immersed in a dark vortex. There was no end and no redemption. .

Clean up the vomit on the floor. Qing Ruo is brought back to the previous room. No. 1 is repairing clothes. No. 2 and No. 3 are choosing new clothes. Qing Ruo shrinks cold hands and feet, climbs into bed, and pulls the quilt over his head. .

With a quilt that smells like someone else, with a damp, rotten smell, she fell asleep.

Sleeping very deep, regardless of day and night in the basement, it seemed that No. 1 had fed her halfway, and when she was awake, No. 1 was carrying food from the kitchenette to the table.

She shrank on the bed. No.2 and No.3 had quickly sat down at the small table and started to eat. No.1 looked up at her and put an extra pair of chopsticks.

Qing Ruo got out of bed, watching the various dishes cooked in a pot and the nausea in the meat came up again. She took a few dishes and began to eat. The stomach that had been hungry for many days gave her a direct response. She began to talk to three people. Grabbing meals, eating all over the face is greasy.

Number One came out after washing the dishes, and took her a set of clothes and towel from the huge closet. "Go and take a shower."

Qing Ruo refused.

Qi Shengguang did not show up for a long time afterwards. There was a pipe. I didn't know where to go to the kitchen. Every day, fresh vegetables and meat came down from there.

No.1 cooks and No.1 wash dishes and vegetables. She is the most common of the four women.

There is no need to speak in this room. There is smoke and wine. When No. 2 and No. 3 can't sleep, they smoke and drink. There is huge music and the light is dim. laugh.

Qing Ruo came out of the bath, No. 1 waited at the door, and handed her a pill. She didn't pick it up, and No. 1 shoved her in her hand.

Qing Ruo shook her hand and almost didn't hug her clothes, but clutched the pills in her hand tightly.

No. 2 and No. 3 have huge music, No. 1 takes a bath in it, and Qing Ruo squats at the door of the bathroom. Here is the furthest distance from the sound in this cage.

Qing Ruo asked number one, "How long have you been here."

There was only sound of water, no sound.

When Qing Ruo thought she wouldn't answer, her calm voice came, "forgot."

If Qing didn't ask any more questions, she squatted at the door, and No. 1 opened the door and pulled the corner of her mouth. "I'm the first one to come."

Qing Ruo looked up at her, she was holding her hair behind her head, still dripping water, holding a towel in one hand, holding the door with one hand, and behind the light of the bathroom, there was water vapor.

"Is Number Two coming second?"

No. 1 laughed. She never calmed down until she had a smile on her cheek without expression. She also tilted her head a little playfully. "No, I have forgotten her number, but the person in front of her died. Lost."

It's light and casual.

Qing Ruo bowed her head.

No. 1 looked at her dark hair, and ripped the corner of her mouth over her.

The hot steam in the bathroom became colder, the music in the room was turned off, but the smoke and alcohol taste became heavier.

Qi Shengguang appeared again, opened the door with white gloves, carried a large bag in his hand, and put it on the table.

The packaging of the cosmetics was revealed, and many of Qingruo's original international brands were just thrown on the table.

No. 2 and No. 3 were delighted and began to distribute. He bypassed the table and held Qing Ruo's arm.

The last time the room seemed to be getting warmer, the light in the room was much brighter than the last time.

There was no one else, only Qingruo and Qi Shengguang, but he wore gloves from beginning to end, tied Qingruo with a rope, a **** with props, abuse, Qingruo crying, begging for mercy, no use.

From the beginning to the end, Qi Shengguang's eyes did not change in the slightest, gentle, like the gentleness of a Buddha image.

He raised his camera and took many photos.

The feeling of the lower body had gradually drifted away, Qingruo's nails buckled on the bed to bleed blood, and she felt the number one pill given to her in her clothes pocket, and stuffed her mouth into her mouth.

The sound gradually changed.

Qi Shengguang stopped, and she was lying on the bed. The fresh skin contrasted with the surrounding blood.

The eyes were red and frantic, but now it was gradually colored with joy.

Really, it looks good.

Her features are beautiful. Qi Shengguang met her in the supermarket. She is a supermarket salesperson. She has only one father with Alzheimer's at home. She is simple and deceptive. There is no trouble in the family and she can start.

It was easy to bring him here, and he was sure that he would not cause any trouble.

Qi Shengguang stepped forward, stroking her cheek across the gloves.

She had lost her consciousness, her hair spread out as she swayed, and within a few months her hair had grown a lot, covering her delicate skin.

Qi Shengguang's eyes were gentle, and he gently said to her, "Qing Ruo, why are you so good-looking?" With some questions, his voice was with a slight smile.

"I really like."

If Qing couldn't answer, he turned his head and touched his finger with his mouth. She passed her gloves through her gloves, and her hot breath was scattered on the gloves, and he felt a warm, humid atmosphere with half of his fingers.

Qi Shengguang stood up, took off his gloves, returned to his special room to wash his hands, used disinfectant, washed his hands several times, and put on new gloves to return.

Violence or abuse, Qingruo passed out in the end.

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dirty.

—— [Black Box]