Chapter 21: Chu Feng, help me!
"If the murderer is really a follower of the Olin Truth, then it is almost certain that it is the same person as last time." Chen SiHan said to Chu Feng, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
Chu Feng did not reply, but only took the lighter and spun it between his fingers.
It took him a long time before he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "But SiHan, how did he get access to the secret drug shipment? The disposable combination lock hadn't been opened when I picked up the med kit."
"If you want to investigate this, you'll have to start with the Institute." Chen SiHan was concerned about Luo ZhouZhou in the room and lowered his voice to a whisper.
Chu Feng shook his head slowly and said, "Qi Fen is too tight-mouthed, let's keep an eye on this case. Its advisable, if the murderer and that person are indeed the same person, to do so.
Luo ZhouZhou was absorbed in his own thoughts, and the conversation between Chu Feng and Chen SiHan was like background noise in the room.
Until a whiff of wafting air slowly entered his nasal cavity.
First, he smelled a faint fragrance, like after a rainstorm at night, and the air was crisp and chilly. It was also like a forest in the sunshine, with wild roses swaying in the branches, fluttering out the smell.
He couldn't describe it, but his blood suddenly boiled in that moment, and every cell in his body was buzzing with excitement. This was the smell of his mate, and it had to be Chen SiHan.
Luo ZhouZhou sat up straight from the couch. He looked at Chen SiHan not far away and wanted to get close to him and take a few deep sniffs, but when he saw Chu Feng beside him, he instantly dismissed the thought.
He began to struggle inside. The smell was calling him, encouraging him, whispering in his ear.
Go ahead, take a bite out of Chen SiHan, pierce his veins with your fangs.
Then he will be yours.
But it seems that I don't want him to be mine.
Luo ZhouZhou swallowed, confused and conflicted.
The scent became stronger and stronger, no longer faint and erratic, but strong and overbearing as it surrounded Luo ZhouZhou, invading every inch of his skin and seeping from his pores into his lungs. His body began to heat up, his heart beat faster, and the thought of taking a bite of Chen SiHan became clearer and clearer.
It was as if only by getting close to the source of the scent and biting into his veins could the agitation be quelled. But when he saw the image of Chen SiHan being bitten in his mind, he felt a strong resistance again.
The vampire and his mate would never be separated until death.
He did not want to be with Chen SiHan forever.
Whether it was tomato noodles or orange candy, he didn't want to share it with him.
I don't want to bite him.
I will not bite him. Never.
Luo ZhouZhou longed for it, but he resisted at the same time. His hands clenched into fists, his body felt like it was on fire, his vision began to blur, and the voices in his ears grew distant. He didn't know what it was like for other vampires to crave their mate, but he knew from the descriptions of his people that it wasn't supposed to be like this.
Chen SiHan fidgeted and returned to his desk, holding down the intercom, "Jenny, there's an Omega in heat at the police station, get a couple of beta's to find who it is. Find that person as soon as possible! No, I'm going to get an inhibitor, I'm under the influence." His breathing was getting heavier and heavier and his eyes were starting to turn red, "Chu Feng, you wait right here, I'm going to the pharmacy."
He took off his glasses, wiped the sweat from his nose, and headed out of the sheriff's office.
Chu Feng was having a hard time, too, right now.
The pheromones were incredibly seductive, with the sweet scent of oranges, and they stirred his heart with desire. He had smelled the pheromones of several Omegas before, but he had never been so strongly attracted to them.
Except for a few that were accidental, such as going on a mission to bring back an Omega that was having an affair outside, most of the rest were intentionally releasing pheromones to attract him. Their pheromones, except for an instinctive physiological reaction when first smelled, could be suppressed immediately.
But his prideful self-control could not resist the orange scent.
The smell was sweet and inviting, reminding him of Luo ZhouZhou's wet eyes and red lips. He tried to suppress it as quickly as usual, but the urge in his heart was even stronger.
Luo ZhouZhou
Chu Feng stood in front of the window and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
Luo ZhouZhou was too quiet.
He didn't ask him what was going on with Chen SiHan, and he didn't make any noise, just sat there without any sense of presence.
He was abnormally quiet.
Luo ZhouZhou was on the verge of his limit. His vision was blurred, and he could only barely make out that Chu Feng was looking at him. His whole body was a furnace, so hot that he thought his blood was boiling, bubbling and frothing in his veins.
He was still surrounded by the smell, but he could no longer go to Chen SiHan. Because he couldn't stand up, all his strength was used to steady himself so he wouldn't fall head first.
Even so, there was a voice in his heart stubbornly repeating over and over again, Hold on, don't bite him.
Chu Feng looked closely at Luo ZhouZhou and noticed that his soft hair was drenched in sweat and hung wetly on his forehead. His dark eyes, though looking at him, were unfocused, and his lips and face were abnormally red.
He walked slowly toward Luo ZhouZhou from the window.
With each step he took, the scent of orange grew stronger.
By the time he reached Luo ZhouZhou, the pheromone concentration in the air was so thick that the wind could not dissipate it.
He squatted down in front of Luo ZhouZhou and gently called out in a hoarse voice, "Zhou Zhou."
In Luo ZhouZhou's fading consciousness, a familiar voice suddenly appeared, gentle and safe.
He recognized it as Chu Feng's voice.
Like a dying man finally grasping onto driftwood, he whimpered helplessly, "Chu Feng, help me."