Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

[The sky is gloomy.

This winter is very cold, but it has not snowed for a long time. On the contrary, it gives people a deep sense of depression.

Karina folded her hands in her pockets and walked home sadly.

Yesterday, her good friend Mary died, and the funeral is scheduled for tomorrow.

This made Karina a little uncomfortable, who had never tasted the death of someone close to her.

Moreover, she did feel that Mary’s death was strange, and she wanted to know the truth.

Di Wu Di Wu——

The horn of the police car rang, and Karina, who was still in a daze, woke up instantly.

She turned her head to look, a police car stopped in front of a dilapidated two-story building, and lifted a corpse covered with white cloth from it.

A sturdy, sloppy middle-aged man also walked out of the house, his face full of bad luck.

"Damn! Damn bastard! As useless as his mother!"

Karina frowned. The well-off family hated this kind of swearing guy.

She was not familiar with this person or who the deceased was, so she curled her lips and prepared to leave.

"Dead...dead, dead..." A thin boy ran from not far away and looked at the house where many policemen had flooded, his expression almost collapsed.

Karina looked at him suspiciously and asked, "You are, Johnny?"

Johnny looked up at her timidly, revealing his red eyes under the lenses.

"Is that deceased someone you know?"

Johnny did not answer her, but lowered his head again, bit his finger nervously, and murmured: "Yes, it was all he did, it was him, it was Morris who killed Zhou Yu—— I will be next..."

Morris.

Karina frowned.

This is the second time she has heard the name.

Boom

The sky that had been gloomy for a long time finally thundered.

It's raining.

-From "Nightmare"

Zhou Yu was a little tired. He looked at the empty room, and finally could only help his forehead weakly and sat on the bed to rest.

The weirdness of the past few days made him believe that there are indeed things in this world that science cannot explain.

For example, the paintings he painted-and the misery of his father Eugene caused by them.

Take another example that morning when Paul, who was going to beat him up, ran away without warning.

There is also the schoolbag brought back from the burned classroom—and the black handprint on it.

And the sudden self-harm of the person just now.

Is it the same thing?

Zhou Yu sighed, raised the volume a little, and said, "Although I don't know who you are, thank you, thank you for helping me a lot."

After a pause, Zhou Yu remembered the roses that mysteriously appeared in his locker.

"In addition, if those flowers are also given by you-although it is a bit unkind, I still want to say, please don't send them again."

Morris's originally bright blue eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"someone in my heart."

I don't know why, this sentence blurted out.

Zhou Yu bit his lip a little annoyed, and soon forced himself to regain his former indifference.

Who can he like?

The face of a smiling blond teenager appeared in his mind.

However, this is sin.

Even if it has entered the modern society, in this era of universal belief in which religious beliefs are generally preserved, homosexuality will not be tied to the cross and burned like the Middle Ages, but it will become a lifelong stain.

No company dares to have a homosexual employee.

Even in remote places, homosexuals are sent to mental hospitals.

Just like the small town where he is now, he thinks that homosexuality is a kind of disease and a blasphemy against the gods.

Morris got down from the ceiling, walked slowly to the friend he cared about most, and stretched out his burned hand.

Inexplicable anger and sadness burned in his chest.

He wanted to know who the person his friend loved was and why he wanted to like that person-although he knew very well, he didn't actually have enough reason to question these things.

but.

Why refuse his flower.

Obviously that is your favorite flower.

The eyes of Morris's black hole seemed to ignite two faint ghost fires, which made people unable to see the emotions.

They are best friends and always will be.

And best friends always treat each other frankly, right?

So, how can anyone intervene in their friendship at will?

Morris relied on Zhou Yu to not see himself, and gently kissed his earlobe, with a little deep infatuation in his eyes.

No matter who it is...anyone, anything-can't get in between them.

Wait until he knows who the shameless woman is—he will let her know what a real nightmare is.

Zhou Yu felt a cold breath approaching him, and disappeared after a while.

Reaching out his hand and touching his cold earlobe, Zhou Yu's grandmother's green eyes rolled, with a strange feeling of shyness.

Is that thing gone?

"You gone?"

In the quiet room, only the alarm clock on the table made a ticking sound.

Zhou Yu's tight back relaxed invisibly.

He blinked and looked at the sky outside the window.

It was still raining outside, and the rain hit the windows, as if longing for the warm light inside.

I should have offended that thing anyway, after all, I was so determined.

Zhou Yu took off his soaked pants and put them on the chair next to the desk.

Because I didn't wear warm pants, my long, white thighs got goose bumps the moment they were exposed to the air.

Morris shrank in the corner and did not dare to move. He stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but in fact, he could perceive everything around him without seeing it.

Now, there is only one feeling in his heart-his Zhou Yu is a bit thinner, and his legs are beautiful.

No, it should be said that every part of his Zhou Yu is beautiful.

But when he thought that these things would one day be occupied by an unknown woman, Morris's anger that had been hidden in his heart was a little writhing.

He must find the woman who dares to seduce his friend without shame!

In the small room, Zhou Yu moved his toes that were white from the cold, and looked out the window with a sad expression.

"This year, it has not snowed."

He once agreed with Morris to go to a snowball fight together during the first snow this year-although it sounds naive, he used to look forward to it.

Zhou Yu shook his head, got up and took out a pajama from the closet and put it on, then walked out of the room to wash.

In the room, Morris was slightly startled.

He also remembered the agreement to have a snowball fight together.

but.

That is already destined to be an unfulfilled wish.

Morris looked down at his ugly palm, and slowly clenched it blankly.

Zhou Yu walked out of the room and saw Eugene still lying on the ground, but he stopped cursing anymore, but started to gasp, as if breathing was a little unsmooth.

The black-haired and green-eyed young man blinked, in a daze, as if he saw a sickle made of black mist against Eugene's throat, exactly the same as the sickle in the picture he painted yesterday.

"Huh! Help me up! Do you want to murder me! Damn—" The bitter Eugene still has some memory, he tried to suffocate the swear word, and then barely smiled. : "My dear son, help me, I'm almost out of breath!"

Zhou Yu's green eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips curled up, saying, "Yes, father."

Of course I will help you, help you go to hell to make atonement.

Walking to Eugene, Zhou Yu squatted down and asked with a pure face: "Then, my dear father, as a reward, should you tell me the whereabouts of my mother?"

Eugene's muddy eyes stopped, and the fat on his face trembled, and his tone was a bit nasty: "Your mother bitch? Huh, where else to go? Be a bitch--ah! Damn you! of!"

Zhou Yu stood up with a gloomy expression and kicked the man who was like a pile of disgusting rotten meat. The original crisp and sweet voice was also low and deep: "Really? Then you bastard, it is better to go to hell. Be a bastard!"

The flesh of this extremely weak man trembled by this kick, and the pain almost shed tears.

Zhou Yu watched him wailing blankly, stepped on Eugene's hand indifferently, and walked to the bathroom to wash in his screams.

Some people will never correct their mistakes.

The crystal snowflakes fall, and the strange polygons give people a beautiful sensory enjoyment.

A piece of snowflakes gradually fell and melted into a pure white.

The black-haired teenager lying on the bed fell asleep quietly, with a few snowflakes hanging on his long eyelashes.

Under the boy's thin eyelids are constantly rolling eyeballs, indicating the fact that he is about to wake up.

Jingle Bell--

The crisp wind bell rang, ethereal and beautiful.

Zhou Yu was awakened by a wind ring from nowhere, and woke up from his sweet sleep.

Is this a dream?

Zhou Yu lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling that turned into a painting of the night sky and the snowflakes that kept falling from the painting.

His green eyes trembled, and he slowly sat up from the bed.

Reaching out to catch a piece of snowflakes, watching the crystal clear snowflakes gradually melt in the warm palms, Zhou Yu's green eyes gradually brightened.

Snowing.

Very beautiful.

Zhou Yu looked around and found that a layer of snow had accumulated everywhere in the originally small room.

As the snowflakes continue to fall, the whole room is as beautiful as a fairy tale, magnificent.

When Zhou Yu got off the bed, some snow fell on Zhou Yu's white feet, but strangely, he couldn't feel any coldness.

There is already a layer of snow on the floor, and every step you step on will make a creaking sound.

Zhou Yu walked to the window of the room and saw an empty white outside.

Rarely aroused some interest, Zhou Yu walked quickly to the door and opened the closed door.

Sure enough, the world outside the door was completely different.

The originally dark and cramped living room was gone, except for a vast plain.

A very suitable place for snowball fights.

"Hi! Zhou Yu!" A familiar voice came from behind.

Zhou Yu froze suddenly, and the brilliance of the crystal-clear eyes flashed instantly.

He turned around and saw the blond boy standing not far away.

The boy's short blond hair was as messy as weeds as always, but the boy had a face that made people forget all of this.

The facial features are profound and delicate, like the most beautiful works painted by God carefully.

The boy's blue eyes were full of smiles, so that no one would ignore these beautiful eyes.

"Morris, you are back."

The black-haired boy stared blankly at the blond boy in front of him. He had been expecting it for a long time, but now he was a little at a loss.

"Let's have a snowball fight!" The blond boy showed a hearty smile.

The black-haired boy looked at the familiar smile on that familiar face, and gently bent his eyes.

The next moment, a snowball hit the handsome face of the blond boy.

Zhou Yu held the snowball thrown from the ground and squinted his eyes with a smile: "Okay."

Soon, cheers and laughter belonging to young people rang out on the snow, as if it could make people forget all the pain in reality.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Yu got tired of playing, smiled slyly, took Morris's hand and fell to the soft snow.

"Hahaha! Fooled for Morris! Now you have more snow on you than me!"

"Ah! It's not fair!" The blond boy who was crushed by the black-haired boy puffed up his face.

"Slightly~" Zhou Yu stuck his tongue out at Morris, no longer the indifference when facing outsiders.

Morris looked at his friend who was pressing on him, and his azure blue eyes gradually became darker.

Zhou Yu also looked at Morris under him, his eyes met.

The hot breath intertwined between each other, and even the air became ambiguous.

Morris reached out and hugged Zhou Yu on his body, and moved his lips closer to Zhou Yu's thin, pale lips.

bell--

The alarm rang.

The boy's long eyelashes trembled and opened his eyes.

There was still a mist in his emerald green eyes.