Murder God Chapter 13
byChapter 13 013 Only each other can smell the smell.
Chapter 13
What does he mean?
Ye Chenzhi held his breath and tried to find clues from Jian Zhi’s face.
But there was no expression on Jian Zhi’s beautiful face.
The light from the top of the elevator shone on his body, flowing along his jawline, casting a light shadow on his neck, which narrowed into the collar of his suit, making it impossible to see clearly.
Ye Chenzhi’s throat twitched and he asked directly: “Isn’t it better to be like a human?”
The solid air only lasted for a few seconds, and Ye Chenzhi already laughed: “Jian Zhi, you don’t like being outside people.”
His usual smile.
The sun was shining brightly, especially cheerful, and there seemed to be no gloom at all. However, when he read his name, his voice suddenly deepened a little, and he pronounced the word “Jian Zhi” with a different kind of tenderness.
Jian Zhi looked away instantly as if being burned by his smile.
The elevator door slowly closed with a slight sound.
The indicator board above the door frame lights up, the amber light jumps one by one, and the numbers jump quickly. The surrounding mirror is not polished smoothly, and there are subtle traces of oxidation on the edge, but the figure is still clearly reflected.
The light from the incandescent lamp reflected back and forth between the mirrors, making the space look extremely cold, like a sinking metal box. The air was so quiet that it was almost solid, with only the sound of the elevator running.
“You’re too straightforward.”
Jian Zhi looked at himself in the mirror. Under the cold incandescent light, the red spot on the back of his neck was particularly conspicuous.
“How do I answer this?”
Before seeing that memory, Jian Zhi had never thought about what Ye Chenzhi was.
Ye Chenzhi, who appeared in front of him as an evil god and became a human in order to mark him, was just a meaningless mist to him.
But now it’s different.
He couldn’t help but wonder what happened.
Curiosity is the devil, enough to lure a person into the abyss and touch the secrets that he should not know.
Jian Zhi unconsciously pressed his eyebrows and rubbed them gently.
“What’s wrong?”
Ye Chenzhi stood beside him. Seeing Jian Zhi’s movements, he immediately asked:
“Does your head still hurt?”
He took another step closer to Jian Zhi.
The two people were already standing very close to each other, so the distance between them became even closer to almost non-existent.
Shoulder to shoulder, he was half a head taller than Jian Zhi. When he looked down at Jian Zhi, he could clearly see his eyelashes as black as crow wings, covering his pupils, making the emotions in his eyes even more elusive.
For a moment, Ye Chenzhi couldn’t help but press the red mark.
“That’s enough,” Jian Zhi shook his head, “I’m thinking about other things.”
During the entanglement in the bathroom just now, his whole body was wrapped in Ye Chenzhi’s pheromones, which was enough, and even a little too much.
Not only did his headache disappear now, but he also felt as if he had just drank wine and could still smell the mellow aroma of the wine.
The secret fragrance filled the elevator, and no one except him and Ye Chenzhi could smell it.
Like an invisible chain, he and Ye Chenzhi were entangled together.
When he noticed this, Jian Zhi couldn’t help but shrink his neck.
Ye Chenzhi pressed the temporary mark with his fingertips and felt the skin under his fingers was slightly hot: “Jian Zhi?”
“Nothing.”
Jian Zhi shook his head, took his hands off his body, and straightened his back again.
“It’s time to pass.”
The elevator dinged softly and stopped on the first floor.
Jian Zhi walked out first. His back was outlined in a pure white suit. His shoulders were straight and his waist was narrow. He was as tall and straight as a young poplar tree.
Ye Chenzhi admired it for a moment, then took a long step to keep up with him.
Before entering the banquet hall, he always followed Jian Zhi one step behind, with just the right distance to belong to the position of protector.
In the long corridor, every dozen or so steps, you will see a valet.
They held silver trays with candles on them, emitting a faint firelight and illuminating the oil paintings on both sides.
The wall is wrapped in dark wooden wainscoting, and oil paintings are hung one after another. The frames are exquisite and complicated, almost to the level of works of art, and the gilt corners glow coldly under the candlelight.
Without exception, the people in the painting sit in the middle, and the background is deliberately blurred, leaving only the dark coat of arms and heavy curtains symbolizing power and status.
Their expressions were mostly similar – restrained, calm, condescending.
Both men and women looked straight out of the painting, as if examining something. The dim light and shadow of the candle danced, and their eyes seemed to move, following the footsteps of Jian Zhi and Ye Chenzhi.
There is a metal nameplate in the corner of the painting, which only marks the name and tenure. It is clean and neat, without any personal traces. The “person” part is deliberately erased, and only the identity of “the person in power” is retained.
His eyes spread out layer by layer in the corridor, watching everyone who passed by, as if he was measuring their worth.
If time hadn’t been imminent and they were going to attend the Hongmen Banquet prepared by Jian Fang, Jian Zhi would have really wanted to stop and take a good look at these oil paintings.
Who on earth would hang the oil paintings of various generations of family heads in the corridor for every guest who goes to the banquet hall to see them?Did you think you were filming Downton Abbey?
Jian Zhi’s eyes flickered from the oil painting. Between the thick oil paints, an unfamiliar face was smiling at him.
There was something indescribably weird in the dim candlelight.
The Jian family is not considered a first-tier family in the Federation.
The responsible jurisdiction is District 12, which is a resource-poor area in the federation. Not only that, it is also the most polluted area.Pollution has occurred frequently in recent years, and it is no longer easy to suppress the situation. It is difficult to devote more attention to fighting for power.
He and Jian Fang were sent to the central area to represent their family as directors of the Round Table, just like hostages in ancient times.
The corridor is too quiet. The birch-colored floor glows with a warm and restrained light. The dark wood grain has been repeatedly waxed and polished. The texture flows with delicate layers under the candlelight. The carpet is thick. Every time you set foot, you can’t hear any sound. It’s like being swallowed up by this corridor.
Jian Zhi frowned slightly at the overly meticulous maintenance. It was so meticulous that it made people clearly realize that no traces were allowed to be left here.
The male servants stood quietly in fixed positions, the candlesticks in their hands had slender lines, the silver base was wiped spotless, and the candle tears solidified into regular shapes.
The flame swayed slightly, but remained stable, as if even the light source had been tamed.
After passing through the long corridor, the door of the banquet hall at the end was closed.
The mahogany door has intricate carvings and is decorated with brass handles. The pattern is so fine that it doesn’t look like something that has any practical function.
Jian Zhi hesitated for a moment, then put his hand on this antique part.
Before he could react, the door opened!
The mahogany door slowly opened to both sides, and a golden light came out from the gap, slowly expanding little by little, looking like an effect in a movie.
Jian Zhi decisively took a step back and stood beside Ye Chenzhi. After thinking about it, he took another step back and simply stood behind him.
He really couldn’t understand the brain circuit of this manor designer.
Who would hang so many oil paintings in such a dark corridor to create a horror movie atmosphere, and then install a mahogany door in the banquet hall, which is also a modern automatic door?
What does it mean?
Playing with postmodern art?
“Your family has very special taste.”
Ye Chenzhi looked very interested, watching the door slowly open in a slow-motion replay style, and nodded towards the increasingly golden light inside.
“It doesn’t look like a place where people live.”
“…You don’t want to say that you like it very much.” Jian Zhi moved a step to the right and carefully hid himself behind Ye Chenzhi.
“There’s no danger. This is obviously just a little fun for your family.” Ye Chenzhi stretched out his left arm towards him and motioned for him to hold his arm, “We can go in.”
The moment the door opens, the banquet hall is fully revealed. The space is high, wide and closed, with the dome extending upward and the crystal chandeliers hanging down occupying the center of the line of sight.
Countless finely cut crystals reflect the candlelight and light, and the light is broken down into fine and sharp highlights, scattered in every corner of the hall, but no place looks warm.
The walls are covered with dark brocade wall coverings, the patterns are complex and symmetrical, and the gold threads are looming in the dark background, showing an overly restrained luxury.
The columns are wrapped in polished stone and embossed with emblems symbolizing family power. The lines are cold and rigorous, forming an abrupt contrast with the soft fabrics around them.
Jian Zhi subconsciously looked at the carvings. For some reason, the Jian family’s family coat of arms looked like a bunch of entangled tentacles, forming some kind of pattern that was difficult to describe in words.
He felt strange and took a few more glances. The graphics were slightly distorted in front of his eyes as if they were alive. Jian Zhi was dazed for a moment, Taiyang Xue felt a tingling pain, and the back of his hand was already being held down by Ye Chenzhi.
Warm body temperature spread from his palm, and the blood that had just cooled down began to flow again.
Jian Zhi seemed to smell the aroma of wine that only they could smell again.
He calmed down and looked up.
The floor is covered with a thick carpet, rich in color and intricately patterned with dark patterns. The long table is located in the center of the banquet hall. The tabletop has been wiped as clean as a mirror. The silver tableware is neatly arranged and glows with a cold and sharp luster under the light.
There were only two people sitting in front of the large dining table.
One is Jian Fang, who has changed from his normal expression, with a rather gentle expression on his face, and the other is Jian Lu Zhong, who is sitting in the main seat, as solemn and solemn as if he is preparing to attend a funeral.
“Jian Zhi, what are you doing?” Jian Luzhong folded his hands, rested his elbows on the long table, wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and asked his son in an extremely stern tone, “Where did you come from, and you brought this man home like this?”
Jian Fang’s eyes swept over, his face suddenly darkened, and he said: “Father, Xiaozhi…”
“Did I ask you?”
Jian Luzhong interrupted him impatiently, his cold eyes still staring at Jian Zhi behind his inorganic lenses.
“Speak.”
“As you can see, this is the one who rescued me from the judgment seat.”
Jian Zhi’s tone was calm, but his smile was mocking. He let go of Ye Chenzhi’s hand, walked step by step to the long table, and looked down at his father.
“Why, are you disappointed that I wasn’t imprisoned in the White Tower?”
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