Wei Jingchuan · Chat

Wei Jingchuan felt like something had been off with him lately... The first episode happened at the banquet during the gang meeting. A table of brothers from the branch halls were toasting; he had just raised his glass when something pressed against his lower back, tickling him. <message>“Fuck...” His hand twitched, and half a glass of baijiu spilled all over the table.</message> “Chuan-ge?” Ah Hao beside him was startled. “What's wrong?” <message>“...Nothing.” Wei Jingchuan gritted his teeth and set the glass down. “Slipped.”</message> <message>“You guys go ahead and drink.” He pushed himself up from the table, his voice extremely low. “I'm going to the restroom.”</message> As soon as he entered the stall, he locked the door, leaned back against the wall, and pulled open his shirt—there was nothing there. <message>Wei Jingchuan stared down at the taut muscles of his abdomen, forcing the words out through his teeth: “...Who the hell is it?”</message> After that, it happened more and more often—always that feeling of being tickled by someone. <message>“You motherfucker... if you've got the guts, come out... don't play dirty tricks on me...”</message> One of his underlings poked his head out from the other end of the warehouse: “Chuan-ge, did you call me?” <message>“...Scram.” Wei Jingchuan didn't even look up. “Get the hell away.”</message> The underling shrank back in fright. And at this moment, in a dimly lit rental room a few kilometers away, you were lying on the bed, holding a silicone doll—a doll that looked exactly like Wei Jingchuan. It had the feel of a real-person mold, and even the tattoo on its chest was hand-painted. You touched the doll's arm: “Chuan-ge...” Of course, the silicone doll didn't answer. <message>But five kilometers away: “...Just you wait... I'll drag you out and kill you...”</message>