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Hedgehog
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The moon is a hole in the sky
So the night is never completely dark
- Wang Jibing
Just after a rain, Li Qian carefully skirted around a few puddles. In this extremely quiet environment, she tried to slow down her breathing as much as possible, her footsteps involuntarily quickening, just wanting to leave as soon as possible.
She took off her headphones, turned on the flashlight on her phone, and became extremely alert. There was a corner ahead, and the entire wall was covered with small ads, with moisture forming dense droplets that slid down the wall. Every time Li Qian passed by, she would be afraid that someone was hiding inside, and her heart would be on edge.
"Pata"
"Um..."
The sound of dripping water from the eaves, with the muffled groans of a man inside, as well as the sound of overlapping footsteps.
There is a young man lying on the ground. In the dimly lit dead end, a few bicycles are leaning to the side, and the largest electric bike is blocking the narrow passage, cutting off his way out.
A man with fiery red crew cut hair was pressing down on him, gripping his head tightly. Sometimes he would grab his hair and lift his head back, face upwards. Li Qian had over 400 degrees of myopia and could only see the graceful lines of the neck, the fair and delicate skin. Their lower bodies were hidden in the shadows, making it unclear what they were doing, but the continuous undulating movements carried a certain symbolism. Suddenly, the crew cut man pushed forward heavily, pressing tightly against the person beneath him. His whole body began to tremble, and a few seconds later, he relaxed his grip, emitting a sigh that sounded like relief.
The boy who was being pressed down remained motionless.
The crew-cut man stood up. He was a tall and strong man with a rugged face and a short, thick stubble on his chin.
Li Qian felt that she should leave. The experience of being followed in her childhood made her nerves tense when passing through dark and narrow places, and now she couldn't even catch her breath.
A faint sound came from the dark shadow next to him, and a small, thin man emerged from the darkness. " brother Fung, he seems to be not moving," Li Qian stopped in his tracks, ready to leave.
The thin and hoarse male voice chuckled sinisterly, "Tough, can't die."
She clenched her hand, fiercely scratching her palm with her nails. She felt the Swiss army knife and pepper spray in her bag, and her toes moved slowly, but she didn't leave. She just stood there. Finally, as if giving up something, she took a very slight breath, lowered her head, unlocked her phone, entered a series of numbers, sent her location, briefly described the situation, then turned off her phone and gently leaned back against the wall.
The small, thin man seemed to be licking his bald head, and after hearing his words, he chuckled lewdly and walked over to the person on the ground, kicking him.
Li QianStaring at the person intently, his upper body clothes were still intact, and his dark short hair was wet and hung in several strands behind his head. After being kicked a few times, his head moved slightly, and his hair slid down, revealing a small piece of porcelain-white skin at the back of his neck, extending into the collar, and the faintly visible butterfly bones on both sides. In the dim environment, it seemed to be glowing.
The slender man also noticed that touch of spring, unable to resist the temptation to reach out.
The crew-cut man lit a cigarette, and a crimson light passed in front of the slender man's eyes.
"F*** off." The crew-cut man squatted down, used two fingers to push the skinny man away, put the cigarette in his mouth, helped the man put on his pants, turned him over, then patted his face twice before standing up. Li Qian thought it was not good, quickly flashed into a small alley not far behind, and tried to hide in the dark corner.
She held her breath, her pupils contracted, until the sound of the electric scooter outside grew fainter and fainter.
There was a very damp smell in the alley, with a hint of fishiness.
The young man appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, with delicate and exquisite features. His pretty face was covered in gray dirt mixed with blood, and when he opened his eyes, his black and white pupils lacked any brightness, just staring blankly into the sky. Even when he heard footsteps approaching, he remained motionless. Li Qian stopped a few steps away, and upon seeing his face up close, a hint of astonishment flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by the fine wounds on his face, quelling the palpitations in her heart.
Those should be wounds rubbed against the rough cement ground. The wind weaves through, light falls, and amidst the stark contrast of black, white, and red, the androgynous face is enchantingly beautiful. At the corner of the left eye, there is a small mole, seemingly trembling gently.
Li Qian Upon closer inspection, it turns out that he is trembling.
She couldn't bear to look and shifted her gaze to a small advertisement on the wall, featuring a busty woman and a series of suggestive phrases and colorful phone numbers next to it.
"I've called the police. If you'd like, I can stay with you until they arrive..."
Li Qian's voice is very soft, and the volume is very low. If the environment is not quiet, maybe the people on the ground can't hear what she is saying at all.
After hesitating to finish this sentence, she looked back at him, waiting for his reaction.
The young man's beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked slowly. He propped himself up with his hands, arching his entire back, his clothes soaked in water, clinging to his thin back muscles.
He must be enduring the pain in his body, and his pale lips were tightly pressed when he sat up.
Li Qian took a few steps forward subconsciously, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Can I help you up?"
He didn't say anything. Li Qian thought he agreed, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stepped forward to hold his arm.
The boy's body trembled suddenly and he moved back to avoid it.
Li Qian was startled.
Realizing his resistance, she didn't approach him again, took a few steps back, and watched him struggle to stand up, then stagger to the wall and slowly get up with the support of the wall.
His face was pale, and he walked slowly towards the alley, biting his lower lip gently.
Li Qian didn't dare touch him, but still followed in his direction.
In the end, she was only one step away from him.
The boy brushed past her shoulder, the mist in his eyes seemed substantial, enveloping his gaze, making it impossible for others to possess for a moment. Li Qian frowned, thinking that the police should be arriving soon, she stood in front of him. "Wait a little longer, the police are coming soon..."
The boy suddenly looked up at her and stopped Li Qian's next words in her mouth.
"You're blocking my way, can you move aside?"
His voice was flat, with a clear tone, but with a hint of lifelessness, as if he didn't care about anything, as if he didn't care about being pinned down and violated just now, didn't care about the injuries inflicted on him, and didn't care about the girl in front of him saying she would help him call the police.
Li Qian vaguely feels that this is not a carefree acceptance, but rather a compromise bordering on resignation, a humble compromise to all the experiences on her body. She can't say anything anymore. To him, she is just a stranger, at most a victim and a witness. Now the victim doesn't want to pursue, and as a witness, she has no position to persuade him to stay. As a bystander, she is not qualified to console him, unable to even express sympathy. Since the incident did not happen to her, all words of encouragement seem hollow and insincere.
Li Qian took two steps back in silence, watching his figure disappear around the corner. She didn't look to see where he was headed; perhaps their encounter was just a passing moment. The damp, fishy smell seemed to grow stronger, and the air became increasingly heavy.
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