[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Chapter 42

The car gradually drove out of the secluded residential area, the road was no longer quiet, and there began to be one after another people wearing last night's costumes, walking zombie-like steps and carrying out their "shame parade" back to their homes, when they Yuuri cleared his throat as he passed a Jasmine.

"So..." he said, and at the same time Victor said:

"That..." The voices of the two of them overlapped and intertwined subtly, just like the eyes of the two met and then quickly separated, pointing in two completely different directions.

"You go first," Victor said, and Yuuri accepted, hesitating for a moment.

"So we're going to Blue Jaytown, right?" he asked.

Victor's bangs blocked his side face, and it was difficult to tell what his expression was at the moment, "At least that's what the postmark says." He said cautiously, watching several young people dressed in Beatles pass by on the road beside them.

"Blue Jay Town was supposed to be our next destination too." Yuuri said, he didn't know what he was talking about, but he was willing to do anything to keep the aimless conversation going, "So...you are right of."

Victor glanced at him. "Is that comforting me?" he asked with a smile.

Yuuri blushed. "No—no," he stammered, "I mean..." He paused for a moment, thinking, "I mean you don't...don't worry, we'll find her. "

"I'm not in a rush," Viktor said, "I think..." His voice trailed off, before it reached Yuuri's ears and dissipated in the air, but to Yuuri's ears, it sounded like "This is fine." ".Encouraged by this, Yuuri nods automatically.

"We will find her." Yuuri said, "We will." He has always been full of confidence in Victor's judgment. In fact, their journey is constantly proving that Victor is right and Lilia is real. , the traces of her life were sprinkled along the way, even if it was finally proved that she was no longer in Blue Crow Town, he still felt satisfied.

"We're going to find him," Victor said, "just... I mean... when we find her..."

Yuuri's heart sank heavily.He didn't want to lie to himself, so far, things have far exceeded his expectations when he put forward the "exchange agreement". They spent a good time together... had a lot of fun, and caused a lot of trouble... he Getting to know Victor again, and Victor getting to know him again, and he finds this new Victor, this more tender, more mature, but also more vulnerable Victor, more fascinating than ever, and most importantly, they... done.A lot of things had changed, and he wasn't sure he wanted, or could, go back to a life without Victor—a life he'd gotten used to, full of adventures and fun, and he'd be able to convince himself to go back. To the step-by-step trajectory?But he didn't know how to speak, let alone how it would affect their relationship if he spoke rashly.At this time, he cautiously did not speak.

"I mean..." Victor said, hesitating uncharacteristically, "I want...to find her..." He took a deep breath, and said as if mentally prepared: "I'm thinking— Are you interested in going somewhere else? Because, I mean, "This was probably the most embarrassing moment of Viktor's life, and he kept tapping his index finger on the steering wheel, looking utterly nervous, and Yuuri swallowed, His heart was beating fast, could Victor mean what he thought? "I mean we've got to drive back - a journey with 'to' and 'return' parts, you know?" He finally finished, without pausing.

Then he fell into anxiety again, tapping his index finger on the steering wheel.Yuuri watched him with his mouth half-opened, slowly pondering his words, a place in his mind like a handful of fairy wands.

"...Okay." He swallowed dryly, "I mean, there's nothing else to do—I mean, I have nothing else to do, I've handed in my homework..." Victor looked He glanced at him, and he unconsciously smiled, "Okay, of course I'd like to go somewhere else."

Victor finally cheered up. "I've got a lot of places I want to go!" he yelled. "Maps, maps? Let's see... we could go east! There's a winery there, or go to the Rift Valley, what about the Rift Valley? Have you been to the Great Rift Valley - you must have been, so how about we go to Las Vegas?"

He looked as if he wanted to forget about other things now and hit the road for those unscheduled trips when several motorcycles were speeding towards him and Yuuri had to yell "Careful!" and grab the steering wheel and slam it , to avoid colliding with them.Their car was parked on the side of the road, both of them a bit in shock, it took Yuuri a moment to realize that his own right hand was covering Viktor's right hand, and he retracted his hand like an electric shock, bouncing back into his seat , his back pressed tightly against the door.

Victor swallowed, and gave him a forced smile.

"Maybe I should be driving," Yuuri grinned, "We... can flip a coin to rotate..." But Viktor's brows gradually wrinkled, and he stared at Yuuri's shoulder, as if thoughtfully It seemed that Yuuri couldn't help but tense up, and he quickly said, "Or just you drive, I..." He was a little worried that Victor had misunderstood him, thinking that he didn't trust his own driving.

"No, don't talk," Victor said, "Yuuri, be quiet."

Yuuri had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, Victor looked very serious, completely different from the excitement a few seconds ago, which made Yuuri feel a little startled and annoyed—what did he say wrong?

"Y-I'm sorry Victor," he stammered, "I'm not…"

"No, Yuuri, I mean…" Viktor's expression softened a little, and he started steering the car to turn the car around, "I mean we have to go back—Mira's father is going to be in trouble."

When they arrived at Mira's house, the men had already broken in.They blocked Mira's father in the kitchen, his screams and begging for mercy could be heard in the hallway across the living room, Yuuri rushed to the pried open front door, shouting "Yuuri, wait a minute!" Victor was left behind, wondering why he didn't immediately recognize the bikers on motorcycles as the hooded gangsters Meera avoided yesterday - he could have stopped them on the road Yes, and now they are undoubtedly going to cause some damage to Mira and her family.

"Please, please, please, please..." The middle-aged man who scared Yuuri and Victor out of their wits 10 minutes ago collapsed like a piece of gum in the corner between the refrigerator and the cabinet, and the four wore headscarves. He was cornered by young, bearded young men, all carrying baseball bats. "Milla'll be back soon, I swear she'll pay it off—I...ah!" he screamed, as one of the men's bats hit his right leg with a muffled thud.

"We've been very reasonable, Doug," said the leader of the four, the largest and most vicious-looking, "we let you procrastinate, but you just don't appreciate it, do you?" As he spoke, his three accomplices began to wreak havoc in the kitchen, smashing everything they could see, spilling flour, seasonings and cooking oil all over the floor.He grabbed the man's hair and forced him to look up, "How many times do I have to say that, huh? Your wife borrowed money, your daughter learned to dance with our money, arrogant like a princess, and your family treats us as A rich guy who has money but nowhere to spend it?"

"We paid it back!" the man screamed, "We paid it back!"

"You paid back the principal, old man," said the leader, "You may not understand the world, the money now is not as valuable as when your wife borrowed it—"

He hit Meera's father's nose so hard with the bottom of a baseball bat that the man's nose was broken and a sinuous nosebleed flowed.Several gangsters laughed.

"Stop!" Yuuri yelled, his blood running hot as he grabbed the nearest toaster and threw it over the head of one of them - it hit him in the back and the man let out a painful groan Shouting, the four of them turned their heads together, and when they saw Yuuri's face clearly, they laughed more wildly together.

"Where did this kid come from?" one of the pudgy ones said mockingly, he was about the same height as Yuuri, but twice as wide as him, like a low wall, he held the bat in his hand, and rushed Yuuri bared his teeth. "Let me guess, you have your eye on a certain Barbiecheva sister and want to be a hero, don't you?" He pounced, and Yuuri dodged aside his first attack deftly, and then copied He picked up a wine bottle and threw it at his head—it shattered, but the dumpy man didn't budge.

"Oh dear," his companion mocked, "you'll have to grow some more hair to touch 'Big' Maddy." As soon as he finished speaking, the pudgy man had pounced on him again, and he grabbed Yuuri's hair.Yuuri let out an unyielding yelp, kicking his legs unconsciously, but couldn't reach anyone.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do this. 'Big Maddie'." A voice said softly, the grip on Yuuri's hair suddenly loosened, and at the same time, a strange voice accompanied by a few hooligans yelling There was a sound, and Yuuri looked up, watching in shock as McGrady touched his lower back with his hands—his hands were covered in blood.He and Yuuri exchanged an odd look, a hand grabbing his head from behind and shoving him hard against the wall.McGrady let out a scream, his head made intimate contact with the wall, and he passed out.Only then did Yuuri realize what had happened.

It was Victor, standing in front of him, still holding a toast knife in his hand.He—he stabbed Big Maddie?Yuuri's mind went blank, and Viktor tilted his head and smiled at him.

"Are you okay?" He asked with concern, "Did you get hurt?"

"No…" Yuuri says, trying not to shake his voice, Victor looks a little different, he notices.It's not just his expression, Yuuri can't help noticing that his hair is messed up and he's changed into a dirty plaid shirt that looks like it belonged to Mira's father - which usually makes this outfit It was impossible to get within a foot of him—his eyes were unblinking, showing a demented look.

"Who's next?" He asked, holding the blood-stained table knife in his hand, his sinister gaze swept over the three standing thugs, all three of them were frightened by the terrifying posture he showed up.One of them mustered up the courage to ask, "Who the hell are you?"

"Who the fuck am I?" Viktor repeated, not only in a weird tone, but Yuuri couldn't help noticing that his accent had changed, too, and he was adopting a very vulgar way of speaking, "You should tell the hot guy on the news Have some snacks, baby—otherwise how would you know who slit your throat?"

The three gangsters all showed terrified expressions. Their fierce appearance just now seemed to be just a dream, but now they are all scared like piglets in a slaughterhouse.

"Are you..." The leader didn't dare to vent his anger, "Is that you?"

Victor laughed, but there was no joy in it.He takes a light step to the left, blocking their view of Yuuri.

"I live here," he said in a thick Russian accent. "The Babitchevas are old friends of mine."

The three gangsters all seemed full of doubts, and one of them muttered in a low voice: "I haven't heard of it..."

Victor laughed, sounding sinister.

"Our two families have a long history," he said, "I have my principles, that is: I kill everyone who stands in my way. Now, tell me," he said suddenly, staring at the leader of the gangster, and then The orator's legs went limp in fright, and his small eyes were fixed on the table knife in Victor's hand, "How should I treat the person who made a mess of my kitchen?"

His hoarse threat impressed all three gangsters, the three of them seemed to have suddenly become smaller, and everyone wanted to shrink into the cracks in the floor.

"Let's go... now," said the leader. "Excuse me, sir, sir, I mean..." His two companions complained to him in a low voice, "Shut up! It's not about you Sir." He said flatteringly to Victor, "We'll leave right away, you won't find us here, I wish you a good mood..." They said they wanted to go over to take away the fainted companion, but Victor turned towards him. McGrady's direction collapsed a step, blocking their way.

"Don't let me hear, see, or find you in any way," he said, "or I'll make you regret not choosing a quiet career—I'll find every family member, every friend, and I'll Let them all try it out, and if I'm lucky, I'll put you last." He even smiled, and the three gangsters nodded hastily, and two of them picked up Maddie's hand and dragged him, and the four of them blinked just disappeared.

None of the three people in the kitchen moved, until the sound of the motorcycle's engine disappeared, and Victor did not move.

"Ugh, that's horrible," he said, clearing his throat and returning to his original voice, he threw the bloody knife down the sink, took off his shirt, wiped his hands with it, "hey, Are you alright?" He asked the man who was huddled in the corner and looked like he was about to pass out.The man's teeth chattered and he couldn't speak a word fluently.

"You you you, you are, you are..." he said, eyes full of fear.

"I'm nobody." Victor said impatiently, "I'm just an admirer of your daughter's work." He sniffed the shirt and showed a disgusted expression. "Stay away," he said to Yuuri, "I smell like vomit."

Yuuri was still in shock.

"Let's go quickly!" The first words that came to his mind were this, and he jumped forward, ignoring Victor's attempt to distance himself, and grabbed Victor's hand, "While they don't call the police!"

Victor laughed—for real this time, he sounded amused.

"Why am I afraid of the police?" He said inexplicably, "Honey, you are too involved in the show-I just scare them. These hooligans are not afraid of anything, only people who are more tolerant than them."

"But you stabbed someone!" Yuuri says, "He's passed out, probably dead!" Alarm bells go off in his mind, what to do?Will Victor be caught? "How could you, how could you be like this..." He was so anxious that he was about to cry, but Victor couldn't stop laughing, he came over and hugged Yuuri in his arms.

"Hush, shush, don't be afraid..." he said, "I didn't do anything to him—I only stabbed him less than half an inch, and I didn't get anything but fat..."

"But he passed out!" Yuuri said, "We have to go! I can..."

"He passed out because he hit his head against the wall," Viktor said, "but that sure looks realistic, doesn't it?" He cups Yuuri's face, pressing his forehead against Yuuri's, "It's okay, it's okay… Don't be afraid, trust me, you'll be fine. Take a deep breath, Yuuri."

Yuuri took a deep breath.He grabbed Victor's hand and pulled it away from his face.His thoughts calmed down a bit.

"But even then, if they call the police..."

"They won't call the police," Victor said, "and the police won't pay attention to this kind of gangster case. They often fight and kill people. It's not in their consideration to ask the police to solve the problem-but I don't think we can lie They've been around for a long time, and they'll figure it out sooner or later, after all, the big guy isn't dead—not even a minor injury. Hey, you," he turned to Mira's father, who looked on the verge of passing out, "you Can you move? Do you have somewhere else to go and take your daughters to hide—your daughters deserve a better father."

As he said that, he took Yuuri's hand and strode away from the house.Yuuri felt like he had to run all the way to catch up to him, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Victor—" he whispered, and the two of them had already reached the road, "can you—listen to me..."

Viktor stopped in his tracks, and Yuuri bumped his head on the back.

"What?" he asked. "Are you—are you unwell? Hurt?"

"No," Yuuri said quickly, "I'm fine, but you—you can't play like this anymore. Seriously."

Victor looked at him like he didn't understand him.Yuuri could only say, "You can't pretend to be a murderer anymore, it's not good." After saying this, he felt a little embarrassed that he sounded fussy and boring again, but it didn't make him less persistent.He'd always felt—even though Viktor thought it was just a risky ride—that there was always going to be something wrong with impersonating a murderer.

Victor looked at Yuuri seriously, and after a while, he said, "Can I understand that you are worried about me?"

"Of course I'm worried about you," Yuuri muttered, "but you really don't have to..." But Viktor laughed so low that he forgot what he said next.

"I promise you," Victor said, "don't worry."

Yuuri wants to say that he will never stop worrying about him, even if Victor stays in the incubator obediently, there is a part of him that still fearfully wonders if Victor is not feeling well, let alone whether they are walking in the incubator. The vast world, and Victor is a habitual troublemaker.

"I can't help worrying," he said. "You know that."

Victor didn't speak for a while.At last he sighed softly.

"Let's go," he said, taking Yuuri's hand and walking towards the car.

Their hands were tightly held together, and neither of them felt like shaking this time.