I Was Once a Legend

The two came out of the bathroom in the corridor, turned their backs on the corner where Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng were, and walked towards 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 jingled, and the elevator door slowly opened in front of him.

"Just do it first. If there is anything wrong, let me know immediately." Corberus 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 to meet the boss.

Kelberus turned around, facing 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 was inexplicably feeling as if 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 given him 100,000 points of trust in this, because this intuition has saved his life countless times.

He believes this is the same.

Kelberus frowned. He didn't know what was wrong. He was peering into his eyes, as if everywhere.

The elevator door closed slowly in front of his eyes, and Corberus did not press the door open button after all.He didn't 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, Körberos reflected his appearance on the elevator wall to organize 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 show a light smile. It was a kind of satisfaction that he could finally meet the person he wanted to see the most after seeing his exhausted work.

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 soon disappeared.The key in the pocket can feel the heat through the cloth 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 without the electronic product on that person."

Cui Zuojing nodded: "Let Queer come later."

It’s strange enough that someone under this era background will not carry electronic products with them.

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 be... right?

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 used slot machines to attract the attention of most gamblers and dealers, Cui Zuojing was not idle. He held the casual play mentality and acted as a boy of casual wealth, 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 was 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 is 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 the case." Cui Zuojing thoughtfully touched his chin. "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, and he and Dong Zheng looked at each other, saw the same idea in the other person's eyes, and slowly squinted.

"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 main body, and how many similarities there are between them. Fu Zhe never mentioned it."

Cui Zuojing snorted, thinking 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 the door open, 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 button of the vest was only one button, and the feet under his pants were still bare.

The exquisite 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 windows opened a slit slightly, and the evening wind blew in, with a noisy atmosphere outside.Kelberus closed the windows in the past, looking down at the star-like lights in the streets below and pulling the thick and gorgeous curtains.

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

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

Kelberos touched the hookah bottle 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, the entire 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 didn't expose the master's blatant lies. He walked to the rocking chair, squatted down and knelt on the ground, put one hand on Mr. Mo's knee, looked up at him, and said softly: "The master has been all day long Didn't you go out?"

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

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

"Okay." Mr. Mo didn't refuse. He moved slightly 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 owner became particularly tired from two weeks ago, Kelberus noticed the subtle changes, only in the morning told Angela to let the owner eat breakfast, close the window in time, and did not know if the other party did what he did. .

He grasped the feet of the youth on the carpet, and he felt the ice-like coldness without surprise. The coldness 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. 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 from the initial icy 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 knees. 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 particularly easy to have cold hands and feet. Many times like this, the knees and the 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 master was unwilling to exercise and never wore it when he was idle in the house. Socks and socks, sometimes even reluctant to wear clothes only in nightgowns, as if the cloth of 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. The two 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 is as common as eating and drinking, and it is justified.

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

Kelberus grabbed his ankle, bowed his head reverently and kissed him on the back of his hand, and 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 the huge soft bed without letting go, and Kelberus could only keep his stance.

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

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