CH.68 Years Like a Song (1)
At 8:33 p.m., a low-beam Alto crossed the traffic light and drove right into a silent alleyway.
Yu Zhengyi sat in the driver's seat, yawned, saw the direction sign at the end, forcibly cheered up, flashed his headlights, and turned left without hurrying.
It's another ordinary day at the end of the next shift. He thought boredly, every day he went to and from work, and sometimes he had to work overtime, day after day......
After driving the fixed route so many times, it is not an exaggeration to say that he can run back and forth from home to work with his eyes closed.
No matter how much enthusiasm a person has for his work, it will be worn out with the passage of time, and all that remains is the survival instinct to live and the responsibility of supporting his family.
Fortunately, his marriage was very successful, and he had a gentle and virtuous wife and a daughter who was in elementary school, and the thought of their smiles relieved his tiredness and felt that everything was worth it.
Yu Zhengyi drove Alto into the walled gate of the fifth house on the left and parked in the open space of his house. He threw his overalls into the driver's seat, locked the door, walked to the fence and closed the two open doors, and plugged them in.
His wife, who had heard the movement of the car, had already opened the inner door in the house, and was looking at him with a smile on her lips in tulle underwear embroidered with a round neckline.
"Good work. Zhao Shiyi hugged Yu Zhengyi's arm, pulled him into the living room, pressed him to sit down on the dining chair, and then she went to the kitchen to bring out plates of insulated dishes and put them on the square table, and filled him with a full bowl of white rice.
"Did Xiao Ke sleep?" Yu Zhengyi picked up a pair of prepared wooden chopsticks, sandwiched a piece of chicken, dipped it in soy sauce and put it in his mouth.
"She just fell asleep. Zhao Shiyi rubbed his shoulders for him behind him, and the power of his ten fingers was used just right.
Yu Zhengyi squinted his eyes comfortably, but the movements of chewing and picking vegetables in his mouth did not stop: "Yi'er, when did your massage skills become so good? β
"Justice, do you know the end of the world?" Zhao Shiyi continued without a beginning or an end, "It will be the end in two years." β
"The end of the world?" Yu Zhengyi choked up, "It's 2020, do you still believe this?"
He instinctively sensed that something was wrong with his wife's tone, but he didn't look back, just assuming that she was telling a joke.
"I've heard that by joining a church called Calamity, their leader can protect us from the effects of the end times and even gain eternal life. Zhao Shiyi smiled strangely.
"Fart!" Yu Zhengyi burst into a foul word, "Yi'er, don't listen to these gossip and confuse the public, how can there be any end of the world? Even if there is really an end of the world, it is a natural disaster, and what can be resisted by manpower? β
"In this way, justice will not join the calamity?" Zhao Shiyi asked in a low voice.
"Join a cult? Yu Zhengyi suddenly lost his appetite, he didn't feel like his wife would say it, because it didn't sound like a joke.
Damn, it's only been a day, and his wife has been brainwashed by some cult person?
"Really? That's a pity. Zhao Shiyi said softly, "But it doesn't matter, in fact, there is another way to live forever." β
"Huh?" Yu Zhengyi felt his wife's hands leave his shoulders, he suddenly had a trace of palpitations, turned his head, and found that Zhao Shiyi pulled out a stainless steel fruit knife from behind his waist.
"Yi'er, you...... What are you going to do?" Yu Zhengyi was so shocked that he got up from his seat, and couldn't help but start to watch out for her actions.
"May the Master forgive the great transgression of righteousness and grant him eternal life. Zhao Shiyi muttered to himself like a demon, holding the fruit knife in both hands and stabbing straight towards Yu Zhengyi.
"Are you crazy?" Yu Zhengyi, who was highly nervous, had a reaction speed that could be said to have reached the extreme of his life, and he narrowly avoided Zhao Shiyi's stab sideways, and grabbed her two wrists from the side, trying to snatch the fruit knife in her hand.
However, Zhao Shiyi's hand strength was surprisingly large, not only did he not succeed, but he turned from active to passive, and under Zhao Shiyi's control, the tip of the knife slowly turned to Yu Zhengyi's left chest.
Yu Zhengyi was furious, although he restrained Zhao Shiyi's movements, he couldn't stop her from moving forward, the result was that his body kept retreating, and the table was also knocked backwards, making a screeching sound of table legs rubbing against the ground, and the dishes and chopsticks on it also swayed and rolled, pouring out large pieces of dishes and soup.
The dining table finally leaned against the wall, and Yu Zhengyi's body also staggered, and the strength of the two fell into a temporary stalemate.
"Yi'er, why?" Yu Zhengyi looked at her in disbelief.
"I'm helping justice gain eternal life. Zhao Shiyi smiled, "Don't be afraid, it may hurt a little, but it will pass quickly." β
"When people are dead, what is there to talk about eternal life! When they die, there is nothing left!" Yu Zhengyi roared.
"Ordinary people may be like this, but justice is different. Zhao Shiyi was unmoved, "Justice was killed by my own hands, and the soul will go to the immortal world, and after I die, I can be reunited with justice." β
Yu Zhengyi wanted to say something, but he was stuck in his throat, he understood that his tongue alone could not make Zhao Shiyi sober up, and if he wanted to get out of the current situation, he had to ...... He suddenly kicked upwards and slammed Zhao Shiyi's lower body.
To his disappointment, Zhao Shiyi did not bow down due to pain, nor did she withdraw her attack posture, she didn't even close her legs, she just shouted "ah", and the force in her hand increased a few points.
kicked four times in a row to no avail, and Yu Zhengyi didn't dare to continue, because he was afraid of causing irreversible damage to Zhao Shiyi.
"Mom!" Yu Xiaoke walked down the stairs from the second floor barefoot, she was wearing a white vest skirt, a flower bud on her little head, a baby face carved in pink, innocent eyes, and a natural beauty embryo.
"Xiao Ke, don't come here!" Yu Zhengyi shouted, "Run out and call someone to help Dad!"
Yu Xiaoke was taken aback by Yu Zhengyi's voice, she couldn't understand her parents' actions and noise, but under the light, she easily noticed the bright fruit knife in her mother's hand, and then remembered her father's words, she was smart and immediately thought of something.
"Mom, don't kill Dad!" Yu Xiaoke subconsciously rushed to Zhao Shiyi, wanting to hug her thigh and beg.
She didn't listen to the words of justice, because in her heart, her mother would not hurt her.
However, Zhao Shiyi kicked Yu Xiaoke more than a meter away with a flying leg, although she was wearing slippers, she was full of strength, and she also took Yu Xiaoke to the ground and rolled several times.
"Uh......h Woo......" Yu Xiaoke was so painful that he couldn't even cry, just curled up and whimpered.
"Xiao Ke!" Yu Zhengyi's eyes were about to split, and his brain went blank for a moment, and at this time, Zhao Shiyi's fruit knife was also sent into his chest.
"Uh, uh......" With Zhao Shiyi's stabbing again and again, Yu Zhengyi's vision suddenly blurred, and meaningless syllables came out of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand towards Yu Xiaoke as if struggling, and then drooped down.
Looking at the blood on her arms, Zhao Shiyi did not have any fluctuations, she slowly came to Yu Xiaoke's side, squatted down, and roughly flattened her.
"Mom...... Mother ......" Yu Xiaoke looked at Zhao Shiyi with teary eyes, her eyes full of fear and incomprehension.
"Xiao Ke is good, it won't hurt right away. Zhao Shiyi comforted Yu Xiaoke, gently blindfolded her eyes and mouth, and then raised the knife in her hand, like slaughtering a chicken and duck, directly cutting off her throat.
A large amount of warm blood sprayed on the floor, and the smell of blood filled the entire living room.
Zhao Shiyi wiped the blood beads on her face, looked at Yu Xiaoke fainting expressionlessly, and after feeling the latter's heart stopping, she threw down the fruit knife, went to the kitchen to rinse the blood stains unhurriedly, and slowly walked to the anti-theft door, opened the door and waited.
About fifteen minutes passed.
A man flashed through the door like a ghostβa black cloak, a black felt hat, black leather boots, medium to thin, a cold face, a slumped nose, a small thumb missing from his right hand, and a small look of age, but there was a demonic evil in his pupils.
"Your Excellency. Zhao Shiyi owed.
The holy envoy was speechless, and silently followed Zhao Shiyi to the living room, and when he saw the two corpses on the ground, his cold face had a hint of anticipation and excitement.
"Well done. He let out a mocking chuckle, and then grabbed it with his big hand, and actually sucked out a thin needle-like light green negative energy from Zhao Shiyi's skull.
Zhao Shiyi's body trembled violently, and suddenly sat down as if he had left his soul, and his eyes that were fascinated by wisdom gradually turned into a clear blankness.
Here it is...... She sniffed the disgusting smell in the air, endured the discomfort in her stomach, and looked towards the open place, and saw Yu Zhengyi and Yu Xiaoke lying in a pool of blood.
Zhao Shiyi was stunned for a moment, she didn't know what was happening, but out of instinct for the loss of her loved ones, tears still welled up in her eyes.
It's a dream, it's just a dream, it's not real...... Yes, it must be a dream!