Chapter 7#
Rupture#
Ye Sheng wasn’t angry or surprised, he even had a feeling of “as expected”. He bent his knees, half-squatting on the ground, his expression cold.
Ning Weichen let go of his hand, his fingertips turning cold, and touched Ye Sheng’s palm along his wrist. He smiled and said, “Brother, you’re really brave. Didn’t I tell you not to act rashly?”
Ye Sheng’s chin was tense, the corners of his lips were pursed white, and he looked directly at his face.
He opened his mouth: “Even now you still plan to continue acting.” Ye Sheng’s eyes were like water-soaked glass beads: “Ning Weichen, haven’t you had enough fun yet?”
Ning Weichen raised his eyebrows: “Fun?”
His fingertips landed on Ye Sheng’s palm, pushing away the fetus girl’s head. This was clearly a very ambiguous action, but the moment their skin touched, Ye Sheng only felt a bone-chilling coldness, without any romantic thoughts.
Ning Weichen’s temperament was really contradictory.
He could smile with his peach blossom eyes, making the simplest gaze seem affectionate; and he could maintain an absolutely cold attitude to tell you the distance even when making intimate gestures.
“Have you really seen me having fun?”
Ning Weichen tilted his head with a smile, his tone still very curious.
“…”
Ye Sheng let go of the fetus girl, didn’t say a word, got up and left.
Ning Weichen appearing here meant that he didn’t need to worry about what happened next. He had encountered only lonely ghosts and wild spirits in Yinshan for seventeen years, but as soon as he went out, he encountered these unlucky things.
It was really bad luck’s mother opening the door for bad luck, bad luck to the extreme.
The train would arrive at Huaicheng Station today.
Hopefully, this was just the beginning of everything being difficult.
Ning Weichen said casually from behind: “Ye Sheng, you created such a mess, and you plan to let me clean it up alone?”
Ye Sheng stopped.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists secretly.
Perhaps there were too many changes tonight, making him very annoyed. Those thorns that had been worn away by the years when he was a child were growing out of his flesh and blood again, baring their fangs and claws.
Ye Sheng turned around suddenly, his black and white eyes full of hostility, word by word: “Ning Weichen, I’m not interested in any heresies, I’m not interested in any Supernatural Bureau—do you not know in your heart whether this mess was created by me or not?!”
Ning Weichen’s smile didn’t change, and he nodded and said: “Oh, I know.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Fuck.
Ye Sheng cursed in his heart.
That lump of bloody meat fetus fell into Ning Weichen’s hands and seemed to quiet down again, ceasing fire, strangely maintaining a state of closing its eyes and mouth, trying hard to treat itself as a dead object and reduce its presence.
Ning Weichen looked at Ye Sheng’s cold face without blinking, the change in expression seemed to be in an instant. He showed a bright smile and said flatteringly: “Sorry, don’t be angry. I’ll explain everything to you, okay?”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ning Weichen’s slender fingers gently poked the dead infant and said.
“The baby girl from Chonghe Village, Yinshan County, is actually the task I was assigned this time. The Supernatural Bureau named this incident ‘Teratoma’.”
Ning Weichen said: “A couple in Chonghe Village had six miscarriages of female fetuses in a row within three years in order to have a son. When they became pregnant in July last year, the doctor said that if this fetus was aborted again, the woman’s life would be in danger. After thinking it over and over again, the couple decided to give birth to this child. As a result, the examination revealed that the woman was actually pregnant with sextuplets this time.”
“Six, all baby girls.”
Ning Weichen chuckled: “Ignorant people are destined to pay the price for ignorance. They came back, but they came back as avengers. First kill the biological parents, then the siblings. The one you killed was the final winner. She ate all the fetuses in the womb to gain the qualification to be born. But as soon as she was born, her belly was hollowed out and her power was scattered, so she looked so weak.”
“The task the Supernatural Bureau arranged for me was to seal her. But unfortunately, when I went to the depths of the mountains, the couple had already died violently at home, and the teratoma had also been taken away, so I told the General Bureau that the mission had failed.”
“To be honest, I really didn’t notice that baby girl when I got on the train.”
Ning Weichen shrugged, his expression indifferent.
“After Andrew told me about the parasitic fetus, I realized, oh, so this is my mission.”
“But so what, I have already reported the failure.” Ning Weichen looked up, his smile gentle and sweet: “On this train, my interest in you far exceeds everything else.”
Ye Sheng didn’t feel honored at all.
Ning Weichen casually threw the fetus girl to the mouth of the jar, stood up, and took out a piece of paper to wipe his fingers slowly.
He carefully looked at Ye Sheng’s expression for a while and said flatteringly: “I have completely confessed everything to you. Can you not be angry anymore?”
“Ning Weichen, this is not your true nature.” Ye Sheng didn’t appreciate it at all and exposed him expressionlessly: “Don’t you feel disgusted yourself when you make these expressions?”
Ning Weichen chuckled, threw the paper away elegantly, and answered him: “Not disgusted, I think I look good when I do it.”
Ye Sheng turned around and left.
Ning Weichen put his hand on Ye Sheng’s shoulder from behind.
“So heartless, brother.” His black hair was a bit long, his skin was cold and white, his nose bridge was high and straight, and his jawline was clear and sharp. If it weren’t for those smiling and affectionate eyes, Ning Weichen’s appearance was difficult to approach in another sense, noble and aloof, out of reach.
“I didn’t even sleep to come over and help you, and you treat me like this?”
He leaned close to Ye Sheng’s ear: “Do you know that you have been targeted by this little ghost?”
Ye Sheng wasn’t in a good mood.
Ning Weichen said: “One of the teratoma’s abilities is to enter the mirror. If you don’t want to see this thing in the mirror at home in the future, you must solve it tonight.”
Ye Sheng turned his head and questioned as an ordinary citizen: “Shouldn’t this thing be handled by your Supernatural Bureau?”
Ning Weichen corrected him: “Wrong. It’s, them, the Supernatural Bureau. I was just forced by my family to come over and help. I don’t want to be dealing with heresies all day long. I told you, I’m afraid of ghosts.”
Ye Sheng frowned and stared at him: “How to solve it?” He said with undisguised annoyance: “I don’t want to be involved in this kind of thing after getting off the train, and I don’t want to meet you again.”
Ning Weichen smiled lightly, not surprised by his coldness, and nodded and said: “Don’t worry. After getting off this train, we really won’t see each other again.”
Ye Sheng took a step back.
Ning Weichen also stood up and pulled away.
Ye Sheng knew that what Ning Weichen said was true. The fate of meeting by chance would end after getting off the train.
In fact, he could see the clues from the first day Ning Weichen chose to write the phone number on the ticket and hand it to him.
——Such a passionate, brilliant, and sweet-talking person had never taken the initiative to ask him for contact information.
Of course, Ning Weichen wasn’t because of a sense of propriety.
“You shouldn’t have kept that bit of kindness.” Ning Weichen suddenly opened his mouth, turned around, and the corners of his lips curved: “Putting this dead infant in Xiao Fang’s belly is the best solution tonight.”
“Of course, the consequence is that the corpse stitcher will be bitten to death alive by the teratoma. But by then, the train should have arrived at the station.” Ning Weichen asked curiously: “Why should you have compassion for monsters?”
Ye Sheng looked silently out the window without speaking.
Why?
He also wanted to know why.
Why did he have this useless compassion that only caused him trouble. If he didn’t care about the lives of other people in this carriage, didn’t care about the life and death of the corpse stitcher, the train would arrive at the station, and his life would still be stable and unchanged.
Ning Weichen said: “Eighty percent of the teratoma’s power is contained in the ‘sister’ here, but the ‘sister’ is the winner of the womb. The ‘sister’ needs to pretend to be dead to hide herself in order to escape the ‘sister’s’ devouring. You killed the ‘sister’, now that she has no natural enemy, the first thing she has to do after waking up is to find a body for herself.”
“You are the most suitable candidate.”
“If I didn’t estimate wrong, the teratoma should be an A-level heresy, and it will be very complicated for the Supernatural Bureau to handle.”
“If you want to avoid being entangled by her after getting off the train, the simplest and most effective method is to let her stay next to the ‘sister’ and be deterred all the time.”
Ye Sheng said: “Isn’t the sister already dead?”
Ning Weichen: “Even if she is dead, the aura will not disappear. You are so smart, you know what I want to say.”
Ye Sheng stopped and looked at him in surprise: “You want me to sew the sister into Xiao Fang’s body too?!”
Ning Weichen curved his lips: “Yes.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
“Is this difficult?” Ning Weichen said puzzledly: “You can just lie to her and say she is pregnant with twins. Anyway, what the corpse stitcher seeks is completeness.”
Ye Sheng glared at him: “You are monitoring me.”
Ning Weichen smiled: “Such a brilliant performance, I want to be your only audience.”
Ye Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to him.
When Ning Weichen opened the toilet door with him, Xiao Fang was still happily touching her round belly in front of the mirror. Humming a song, her face full of tenderness.
Ning Weichen said: “It seems that this expectant mother is in a good mood.”
Ye Sheng looked down at the dead infant in his hand.
The ‘sister’s’ blood flowed under that thin skin, slowly and warmly.
She was waking up, and the malice and smugness she had been working so hard to suppress could no longer be contained. She pretended to be tender in his palm, trying to act innocent.
If he didn’t solve her now, every mirror might be haunted in the future.
…He could accept it, but his university roommates probably couldn’t.
Tonight, sew this baby girl in, and everything would be over.
Ye Sheng walked forward and stepped on a ball of black thread, stunned.
Xiao Fang was so ecstatic after stuffing the child that she threw the needle and thread aside.
Lying in the black thread was an embroidery needle as long as his ring finger.
As if possessed, Ye Sheng half-squatted down and reached out to pick up the needle.
The moment he touched this evil thing, his soul trembled, and a sticky and damp feeling came from his chest, as if his lungs were soaked in water… but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
He was even very used to it.
Ye Sheng squatted on the ground, holding the silver needle in his hand.
Ning Weichen suddenly said: “It seems that this train is going to arrive at the station early.”
The train’s toilet had a very small window.
The light wasn’t turned on.
The only light source was the moonlight outside.
The summer night at the end of June and the beginning of July was clear and transparent like a washed blue gemstone.
Ning Weichen leaned against the wall casually, his fingers on the windowsill, looking outside thoughtfully, and said lazily: “Actually, I don’t like being assigned tasks. For me, this trip was quite boring. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise on the return trip.”
The mountains and forests roared past with the stars and moon, and the train tracks and whistles made a rumbling sound together.
Ning Weichen chuckled and said: “Ye Sheng, we really don’t need to meet again.” He said lightly: “Otherwise, I will definitely become unlike myself.”
People who were used to saying sweet words said everything in an unserious and unreliable way. False and true, like a layer of fog. Ning Weichen’s tone was frivolous and lingering, able to make any words sound like love words, but at this moment, he made an ambiguous love word sound like a cold curse.
He looked over with smiling peach blossom eyes, leaning slightly, the moonlight illuminating half of his side face, the curve of his lips light and dangerous.
Like an abyss.
His gaze turned to Ye Sheng.
Ye Sheng squatted on the ground and said softly: “Ning Weichen.”
Ning Weichen raised his eyebrows: “Hmm?”
Ye Sheng didn’t speak or move.
“Can’t get up?” Ning Weichen walked over with his long legs, stood against the light, stretched out his white palm to him, and hooked his lips.
“So delicate, brother, but I don’t mind helping you.”
Ye Sheng didn’t speak, raised his hand, and touched his skin with his fingertips.
Then the next second, he suddenly grabbed Ning Weichen’s wrist and pulled him down with an absolutely strong force!
Ning Weichen was stunned, and seemed to have no defense, so he was pulled closer.
Ye Sheng raised his head in the darkness, the violence in his eyes dyeing his eyes, cold blood like a sword. He grabbed Ning Weichen’s hand and made him approach, while using that embroidery needle to press against Ning Weichen’s neck.
The sharp needle tip was only one millimeter away from the fragile pulse.
Ning Weichen had no choice but to support the wall with his palm and kneel on one knee.
His expression was dark and unclear in the darkness.
Ye Sheng spoke in his ear, coldly and calmly: “The teratoma completed the devouring in the womb through mutual killing. Ning Weichen, the method you taught me, is it to deter the sister, or is it——” Ye Sheng’s tone was as cold as water: “Let me send a sheep into the tiger’s mouth.”
Carriage 44 was desolate all year round, full of bloody and old smells.
They were very close.
The humid air was like dense moss spreading and growing, tearing apart the light and shadow.
The train suddenly made a long sound when passing through the tunnel.
Vision suddenly lost light.
After a thick and stagnant silence, Ye Sheng heard Ning Weichen chuckle low.
In a piece of darkness, the tone was slow and gentle.
He said.
“Brother, I’m really a little angry.”
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It was clearly him who grabbed Ning Weichen’s wrist and pulled him down. But with a few understated movements, Ning Weichen changed from passive to active. Ignoring the silver needle on his neck that would be fatal if it moved forward by one point.
Ning Weichen supported the wall with one hand and gently touched Ye Sheng’s cheek with the other.
The train was still running. After a brief darkness, faint moonlight poured into the car window. The smile on Ning Weichen’s face completely disappeared, the violence and evil spirit in his peach blossom eyes were unscrupulous, and the frivolous and casual temperament on his body seemed to be stained with the coldness of blood.
He leaned closer and said softly.
“You think I want to harm you?”
Ye Sheng didn’t speak, but his heart gradually became heavy. Since he got on this carriage, he had encountered many strange phenomena, but neither the corpse stitcher nor the fetus girl or the missionary’s signature could compare to the aggressiveness and danger that Ning Weichen gave him now.
Ye Sheng didn’t back down and stared at him.
“Is this your true self?”
Ning Weichen seemed to have heard a joke: “Yes, it is.”
Ye Sheng: “Then there’s nothing to say.”
Ning Weichen suddenly laughed again.
His fingertips slid down Ye Sheng’s cheek ambiguously, coldly and frivolously, as if he would pierce through the flesh and blood fiercely in the next second.
“Ye Sheng, I have never taken the initiative to do good for anyone in my life. You are really brave.” Ning Weichen lowered his voice, as if saying love words: “Treat me like this.”
Ye Sheng looked at him quietly, expressionless: “You lied to me all the way, don’t you feel guilty saying these words?”
Ning Weichen chuckled and raised his eyebrows: “What did I lie to you about? My name, my age, or my identity?”
Ye Sheng didn’t know how he still had the face to say these words, and couldn’t bear it anymore: “Adventure, seventeen years old, afraid of ghosts, mission failure, graduation, special emotional disorder—is that enough?!”
He didn’t want to derail! Didn’t want to cause trouble! Too lazy to be curious! He had been waiting peacefully to get off the train—but that didn’t mean he was a fool!
After listening, Ning Weichen also curved the corners of his lips meaningfully, his tone casual, word by word cold as ice.
“Not, enough.”
“I am seventeen years old this year, from the capital of China, and my educational experience is all abroad. I graduated from MIT with a double degree in mathematics and psychology this May.”
“I’m afraid of ghosts, and I originally treated this matter as an adventure when my family arranged it.”
“The teratoma was taken away in advance, and I did fail the mission.”
“As for the special emotional disorder—do you want to contact my doctor or see my medical records?”
Ye Sheng looked at him with a cold face.
Ning Weichen thought of something, leaned over in this cramped environment, his breath almost intertwined with Ye Sheng’s, his eyes submerged in the silver moonlight.
“Oh, I seem to have lied to you a little bit. Strictly speaking, my sexuality is not clear.”
Ye Sheng: “…”
Ning Weichen said ambiguously: “Brother, don’t you think this posture is a waste for arguing?”
Ye Sheng’s eyes were cold, his wrist exerted force, and the needle tip pierced the skin on Ning Weichen’s neck.
The needle didn’t pierce very deeply, but blood still flowed out.
Ning Weichen seemed unable to feel the pain and said lightly: “You are angry, why?”
“Ye Sheng, you are not the type to be easily provoked by strangers.”
“It’s really gratifying, it seems I’m not a stranger to you.”
Ye Sheng didn’t really want to pay attention to him.
Ning Weichen chuckled, raised his hand and gently wrapped around the wrist holding the needle, his peach blossom eyes curved, radiant, and said coquettishly in his ear: “Brother, you had a good impression of me on the first day, right.”
His exhaled breath fell on Ye Sheng’s tense skin, ambiguous and lingering, intimate.
Like a poisonous snake tempting Eve to steal the forbidden fruit.
“Simple, easy to deceive, unfamiliar with the world, revolving around you.”
The tone was smiling, but the words were cold.
“Don’t you just like this kind of idiot?”
“…………”
Ye Sheng only felt that meeting Ning Weichen on this train was really a disaster in his life.
Did he like simple and easy-to-deceive idiots?
He was sick, liking idiots. He grew up in Yinshan, the place with the highest crime rate in the country. If he developed a desire to protect simple and easy-to-deceive people when he saw them, then he wouldn’t have to live. He could bury himself at birth.
On the contrary, what he disliked the most—was the kind of person who was unfamiliar with the world and revolved around him.
An unnamed irritability welled up in Ye Sheng’s heart, but he kept his mouth shut, turned his head away, and didn’t say a word.
Yes, he didn’t like idiots.
…But he couldn’t refute Ning Weichen’s first sentence.
It was really damn ghostly. He himself became strange when he met Ning Weichen.
Ning Weichen’s hand gently pulled away Ye Sheng’s wrist, his fingertips touched the wound on his neck, lowered his eyelashes, stared at the bright red blood for a moment, and smeared it on his lips.
“I still think this posture is not suitable for arguing.” He said with a smile, blinking: “It’s suitable for kissing.”
“Tell me, you reached out to me just now and pulled me down because you wanted to kiss me. Then I won’t be angry, okay?”