Chapter 16

As soon as his fingertips touched Han Li's cheek, Chen Kong instantly realized something was wrong.

The tentacles' skin was hot, and the breath under the palm was burning like magma, ironing his palms.

He frowned and looked at Han Li who was pressed against the wall in the dark, and asked in a very low voice, "You have a fever."

Han Li shook his head slightly, his delicate and hot cheeks rubbed against the hollow palm, but he still said vaguely, "

"I'm fine."

Regarding Han Li's performance just now, Chen Kong couldn't help but worry that he was a little stupid.

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps came outside the door, knocking on the hard and smooth ground, coming from a distance, through the crack of the door.

Chen Kong's attention was attracted by it.

He subconsciously pressed his palm down a little hard, and his knees habitually twisted and pushed them, nailing the restless body under his palm to the wall.

Han Li's whole body was stiff.

Chen Kong didn't realize anything, but stared at the slit of the door with a light ray. There was an unquestionable meaning in the sound of deliberately lowering.

"Don't move around."

Han Li stopped moving.

The enclosed space is pitch black and quiet, with only a narrow gap in the door, which reveals a hazy light.

His eyes were burned with body temperature, and it was as bright as stars in the darkness. There was a little slight ignition under his eyes. He stared at the blurry side profile of the boy on his body, not knowing what he was thinking.

Han Li blinked slowly and asked in a low voice

"Who is outside?"

Chen Kong laughed hoarsely, and the vibration of his chest was transmitted along the two of them's tightly attached bodies, which made Han Li's heart slightly stutter.

"My dad."

Han Li was stunned for a moment, a trace of clarity flashed in Chaos' eyes. He remembered that he had sent someone to check Cheng Chen's father, a clue that was ignored at the time shone brightly in the depths of his memory.

Suddenly, without warning, the torture hallucination came again with a headache.

He suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his teeth hard, trying to resist the scene that was surging in his subconscious mind.

A dull night, reflective muzzle, falling, shattered leg bones.

All the pictures suddenly distorted and deformed with high heat and pain. All things that had not happened seemed to be fuzzy, rushing hard in Han Li's sometimes blurred and sometimes awake brain, torturing his fragile and tense nerves, and quickly eroding his little sanitary mind, causing him to fall into a half-drowning state almost instantly.

Chen Kong suddenly felt the body next to him tremble suddenly, as if the texture of his body suddenly became tense. Then, a pair of hot hands slowly climbed onto his waist and then tightened it tightly.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the distance between them was almost reduced to zero, and the two of them pressed their shoulders against their shoulders, and their chests were against their chests.

The high-heat body temperature almost burns the clothes and spreads between the fabric.

The footsteps outside the door were no longer rapid and dense. Although you could still hear faint echoes, you could hear that you had basically gone far.

Chen Kong carefully let go of the palm covering Han Li's mouth and nose, and then slowly retreated, trying to keep the distance between the two without any trace, but was stopped by the palms tightly pressed around his waist.

Han Li's eyes were closed, his drooping eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he squeezed out broken words from his teeth, murmured in ambiguous manner.

"No, don't leave."

Chen Kong's movements could not help but pause slightly, and he couldn't help but recall the scene in his mind that at the last time, the scene where the little Han Li, who was burning after the operation, grabbed his clothes tightly and kept his hands tightly.

Sure enough, no matter how old I am, this has not changed at all.

But Chen Kong couldn't help but feel troubled. You know, last time he could tear off the corner of his clothes, but this time he couldn't take Han Li's arm off.

Although it is not bad, the footsteps outside the door are still lingering for a moment, and it is always bad to make too much noise.

You know, this time the opponent is no longer the inexperienced gangster last time, and his current physical condition is not very suitable for fighting. In addition, he is also carrying a delirious Han Li as a drag bottle. There is still a group of classmates who know the original body next door. No matter what he does, he is restricted and has a small space to play.

Han Li, who had fallen into a state of chaos, knew nothing about Chen Kong's complex mental journey, and he almost had his arms removed.

In the darkness, countless broken images were spinning in front of his eyes, grinning and approaching, as if he had once again turned into that desperate and helpless ten-year-old child.

Han Li tightened his arms and hugged the cold and flexible body in his arms tightly, as if he was holding the only life-saving straw. He pressed his hot forehead against Shen Kong's neck and breathed heavily.

Under the spicy smell of tobacco, he smelled a familiar breath in his drowsiness

It is like pinching the rhizomes of grass with force, and penetrating the clear bitter taste of fingertips from the green juice.

Han Li's heart beat violently subconsciously slowed down

It seemed that he could hear the steady heartbeat beating rhythmically in the darkness, and his nerves gradually relaxed.

The hallucinations and pain that had just come finally showed signs of disappearing.

Chen Kong keenly felt that the body that was relying on him showed signs of relaxation, and quickly broke free from Han Li's arm.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps in the corridor lingered from far to near again to the door, but this time the sound was obviously separate.

There is only one person.

That would be much easier.

Chen Kong slowly held the door handle, pulled the crack out a little, and looked at the shadows gradually approaching the ground.

His spine arched slightly, showing a state of difference between tension and relaxation, like a leopard ready to go, slowly mobilizing all the available muscles on his body.

Finally, when the shadow finally reached the estimated position, Chen Kong suddenly opened the door and rushed out, skillfully covering the man's open mouth in shock with one hand. Before he could make a sound, the other hand tricked and fiercely hit his powerful artery, causing his brain to fall out of oxygen in an instant and softly unconscious.

Chen Kong dragged his body down and dragged him into the dark room.

The whole process lasted less than a few seconds. He was as fast as a shadow, as quiet as a cat, but in the blink of an eye, there was no one in the corridor.

Han Li leaned against the wall and looked up at him. His red face was illuminated by the light. His dark eyes were covered with a bright mist. He didn't speak. He seemed to be between scattered and awake. Even Chen Kong couldn't tell whether his consciousness was now awake.

He pulled Han Li out of the box half-held and half-pulled.

It was only a matter of time before the group of people began to look for people from door to door, and it was no longer safe to continue staying in this private room.

Han Li wrapped his arm around Shenkong's neck and tried hard to support himself. His voice was hoarse and weak. "The corridor in front, turn left and then move forward. It is the bodyguard room."

“I saw it on the way up.”

I don’t know what the psychology is, Han Li added.

It is his own idea to set up a bodyguard room on each floor, and four to five staff members are usually stationed in it to prevent unexpected events.

Chen Kong helped Han Li up and walked in the direction he pointed at. Sure enough, he found the bodyguard room he mentioned at the end of the corridor on the left.

But there was no one inside.

Han Li had already recovered a trace of sober consciousness at this moment. He let go of Chenkong, limped forward a few steps, stared at the empty room, frowned slightly, and had instructed that it would be impossible for the emergency room to stay in forever, and that he had not seen a single waiter along the way.

In addition, the access control of uzze is very strict and it is impossible to enter without an appointment.

The conclusion seems to be coming out

There is an insider.

While Han Li was thinking, Chen Kong had already found a simple picture of this layer from the table. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then turned to Han Li and said, "You are waiting for me here and lock the door."

Han Li was shocked and subconsciously wanted to stop him, but before he could speak, Chen Kong had already flashed from the door.

His fingers, which were half-lifting in the air, tightened them all, and it seemed that something deeply suppressed was slowly rolling under his dark eyes.

Always like this.

Stay behind like a burden.

Or left behind without any nostalgia.

Whether it is by the family, by blood, or by the time

Han Li lowered his eyes, limped to the table, grabbed the phone on the table, and skillfully dialed a number.

Now he remembered why he felt that Cheng Chen's father was a little familiar with him.

Before becoming a professional gambler, Cheng Zekang was a well-known broker. After getting addicted to gambling, he began to work for the casino to fill his growing economic deficit. The casino he most often went to gambling happened to be in the East District, which was exactly the area where Lin Ziyu warned him that he might have come to the new player.

It is very likely that when Cheng Chen rescued him from the gangsters in the East District that day in the rain, the group of people who were originally staring at him noticed him.

Han Li shouldn't have been there tonight, but he fell asleep on the top floor due to a fever today, which wasted time, and then he happened to run into what happened on the fourth floor.

And it can erode the inside of uzze so deeply, and even master the timetable and dispatch connections. It must have taken a long time to sneak in carefully and slowly, but why did you suddenly give up your previous low-key strategy and blatantly send someone to the fourth floor to find someone with great fanfare? They knew that once they took action, their previous skills would be in vain, so why are they so nervous and urgent?

The phone was connected soon.

"Who is responsible for the fourth floor tonight?" Han Li asked coldly.

He tapped the table with his fingers and then ordered, "Preserve all the people involved, block the floor, and send someone up right away."

The light above his head shone down, covering Han Li's eyes with a thin layer of cold light.

Han Li peeled out two tablets of aspirin that he had with him and put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly. The bitter smell spread between his lips and teeth.

Unlike eight years ago, he was finally no longer the child who could only wait helplessly in the basement.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head, and subconsciously stroked his left palm.

It seemed that you could still feel the slightly cool touch of your skin in your palm, leaving behind the fresh and youthful tightness and tremor.

Han Li felt a strange feeling rise from the bottom of his heart, and aroused a strange and fresh emotion in his chaotic mind due to a high fever. He pursed his lips and told himself

Cheng Chen is too dangerous and unpredictable, and there are too many unknown mysteries in him

You need to have more contact to confirm that he is not threatening him.
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