Following Crime (NSITNL Volume 2) ✔️

Chapter 11 Vol. 2

11 Sickness

    That night, Xia Liang was sleepy, and realized that he had fallen into a familiar illusion again.

    It was still in the dimly-lit Xia’s old house, still messy-clothed bedroom, and his self in a luo body.

    The man kneeling on the bed is tall, but his head is lowered, as if repenting in silence, but invisibly gives a strong sense of oppression.

    Xia Liang was a little unbelievable. From childhood to adulthood, no one could create such a sense of oppression in his aura and spirit, even his biological father could not.

    So he was more curious about the identity of this man.

    "Look up." He heard his own voice, hoarse and weak, mixed with angry depression, it didn't sound like him at all.

    The man moved slightly, as if he was about to slowly raise his head, but the scene in front of him suddenly shook, and he was sucked into the endless darkness.

    I don't know how long it took, Xia Liang slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long while before remembering that he was still lying on the bed.

    This was the second time he had dreamed of such a scene, right in this bedroom, right on this bed.

    He is like a bystander and a client. He can see the people and things around him from the first point of view, but he cannot resonate with the client's mood.

    And he didn't remember exactly what the man kneeling on the bed looked like, only vaguely remembered that the silhouette was very tall, and the other impressions were all blurred.

    If this kind of absurd dream happened only once, he would be thrown out of the sky in a blink of an eye, but now it is the second time. The scene in the dream is almost exactly the same as the last time, even on the basis of the last time. With further development, he actually heard the voice of "self". This level of weirdness made him no longer able to take it lightly.

    A thin layer of sunlight penetrated the window, and he checked the time. At 6:25 in the morning, the alarm clock should ring in another five minutes.

    He decided to get up, but when he held up his elbow, he was dizzy and fell on his back.

    Only then did he realize that from waking to the present, he had been top-heavy, weak and weak, but he was lying in bed just now and didn't realize it for a while.

    In the afternoon two days ago, a similar situation had occurred, but the symptoms were mild at that time. He struggled to get up and drank a cup of coffee to refresh his mind, and the uncomfortable symptoms disappeared.

    But this time, he struggled several times without success, and it seemed a bit serious.

    Zhou Shuo had already returned from a lap in the morning, still carrying the breakfast he bought outside.

    Aunt Wang, who is in charge of cooking, took a few days off because of the addition of a grandson at home, so these days Xia Liang and Zhou Shuo had three meals a day outside.

    As soon as Zhou Shuo put his breakfast on the table, he received a WeChat message from Xia Liang: [You come to my bedroom. ]

    Zhou Shuo suddenly beat his heart.

    It’s not that he has never entered Xia Liang’s bedroom. Xia Liang is a workaholic. He often sits on the bed with a laptop at 11 or 12 o’clock in the evening. When he encounters work that needs Zhou Shuo’s assistance, he will call Zhou Shuo. Called into the bedroom.

    However, in the past two days, since Zhou Shuo was exhausted physically and mentally by the smell of Xia Liang's body, he has become extremely sensitive to the obviously private things such as bedrooms, pajamas, and personal items.

    He subconsciously wanted to escape, but he couldn't help listening to Xia Liang's orders. He could only take a few deep breaths calmly, then put on a mask and ran upstairs, and knocked gently outside Xia Liang's bedroom.

    "Come in." Xia Liang's voice soon came from the door, but it sounded a little weak.

    As soon as Zhou Shuo opened the door and walked in, he was densely enveloped by the rich and sweet smell coming over his face. Even if he was mentally prepared to hold his breath, he still couldn't resist the fatal temptation.

    Zhou Shuo closed his eyes, clenched his fists secretly, and forced himself to remain calm. When he opened his eyes again, he found Xia Liang lying on his back on the bed with one arm pressed against his forehead, his face flushed slightly. The breath is also somewhat disordered.

    Xia Liang closed her eyes and said feebly: "Zhou Shuo, I may be sick. Go and get me a thermometer."

    "Oh." Zhou Shuo replied in a slow response, turning stiffly to the storage room.

    ……

    .At this moment, his mind kept playing back the scene of Xia Liang lying on the bed. The whole person was not in the state, so that it was clearly placed on the thermometer in the first frame. He searched back and forth several times before finding it.

    After returning to the bedroom, he put the sterilized thermometer into Xia Liang's mouth, and then stared at the pointer on the watch intently, but he couldn't prevent all of his attention from being drawn by Xia Liang's breath.

    "Okay, let me see the time, you go to the company first." Xia Liang said vaguely.

    Zhou Shuo was startled: "But your body..."

    "Maybe it's just a little cold, don't make a fuss." Xia Liang waved his hand, "Today there is a more important meeting in the company. I can't go to it. You will attend for me. Now, if you have any disagreements or decisions at the meeting, you can roughly write them down and come back and tell me."

    "...Okay." Zhou Shuo stood up, paused, and still exhorted, "Breakfast." Put it on the table, you will remember to eat it later. If the fever is really bad, you call me and I will take you to the hospital."

    Xia Liang didn't speak any more, but waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

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    Author: Hee hee hee, Zhou Xiaoshuo good things are coming soon, congratulations~ Zhou Shuo: ...... (looks confused)