When I woke up from my sleep, in a daze, a ray of light spilled in through the gap in the curtains, and a bright gold line was drawn diagonally in the room, and the fine dust swirled slowly in the air, and beside me was a woman who was sleeping soundly.

The picture of the plasma TV solidifies blue, the music that has been on last night is probably because the CD is finished, and now it has stopped, the underwear and pants that are littered on the ground, all kinds of male and female sex devices, paper bags with white powder, needles, and drug paraphernalia are scattered all over the ground, and the room is full of erosive atmosphere, Ying Zifeng pushed away the naked woman next to him, and when he sat up from the bed, he felt a headache like a tight spell as usual.

Reaching out to cover his forehead, he inadvertently saw the scar that circled around again.

"!"

He cursed, threw the pillow off the bed, knocked over the drugs on the small table with a bang, as if every time he woke up in the past few years, the air around him had a sense of delusion away from reality, his mouth was dry, weak, the sound of the air conditioner seemed to be ringing in his ears, dry and dull, like a hundred flies flying around, he reached out and patted a few times, walked to the window and brushed the curtain, the sunlight that came in made him feel uncomfortable for a while, and then pulled it up again.

The time was eleven o'clock in the morning, he looked back at the half-naked woman on the bed, she looked very beautiful, but what was her name, he didn't remember it, it didn't matter, anyway, it was just for money, sweetheart, cat, it didn't matter what, women, he has changed every day in the past few years, in fact, he doesn't pick, sometimes he sleeps with ugly girls, and the next day he forgets, some women may have slept three or four times, all for money...... Not bad for money!

Some things, four years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has a vague concept of time, after coming out of the nursing home. His father only spoke to him once, and then he didn't pay attention to him, but the eldest brother often came to see him. For a while he became very short-tempered and wanted to kill people or something. But the friend who was able to do this kind of thing seemed to be away from him overnight, and later learned that it was his father's eldest brother who gave the death order and did not allow him to move his mind in this regard. After that, he started taking drugs, and until now, every time he sees the scars on his arm, it hurts him so much.

He put on his shirt to hide the scar on his arm. He was still wearing only a pair of pants on his lower body, pushed the door out, and shouted: "Aunt Wu! When he looked over the railing, he saw a servant fainting on the ground.

"Overdosed...... Overdosed......"

He shook his head and muttered to himself. This is in the hallway on the second floor of the villa, when looking down. Only then did he find that there was a person sitting in the living room below, and he looked at the back of the person, and outside the door, there was a guard who fell into the sunlight.

"Overdosed...... Hallucinations ......"

It wasn't the first time I'd seen something like this in the past few years, and it was different every time, but the figure was as familiar as a nightmare, or a dimly lit space full of flesh and blood. Or the ruins of fire and blood, the demon dragged him into hell again and again and slain. After repeating this scene countless times, he finally had some resistance, and at this time he muttered while staggering downstairs: "I'm not afraid of you!" Are you hallucinating...... Hallucination! ”

The illusion turned his head, glanced at him, and said slowly: "Ying Zifeng, I've been waiting for you to get up for a long time." ”

"You're hallucinating......"

He staggered down into the living room and watched as the figure approached with a can of Coke in his hand. Then it fell to his ground with a thud, and the frozen liquid flowed down his head, causing him to be full of spirits, and the frothy gas rose in the air, and the face looked at him indifferently. After a moment, his wandering gaze finally gradually condensed, and he sat down abruptly, his hands behind him desperately trying to climb the stairs: "No, no, no, no, no...... You're dead, you're dead......"

"That's right, I thought I was dead." A ghost named Jiaming stood there. I looked at the watch on my wrist. "Are you sober?"

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me......" Ying Zifeng climbed the five stairs, and then the whole person slid down again. When he was about to climb up again, Jiaming had already walked over, squatting in front of him, and in an instant, his whole body had no strength, he looked at that ordinary and cold face, and subconsciously spoke, "You can't kill me, my father...... My eldest brother will retaliate, they will all retaliate...... You didn't dare to kill me, you didn't dare to kill me last time...... ...... who will retaliate"

These words were said loudly, in fact, they were also the words that he had been comforting himself for so many years, that person was dead, or he didn't dare to do it, in this continuous statement, he saw Jia Ming shake his head, there was some regret in his eyes, some sadness, and then he gently reached out and patted his shoulder, like a bitter comfort.

"No more...... This time it's different from last time, it's no longer good......"

Then, the hand pressed against his neck, and darkness struck.

At half past eleven, the head office of Chaohai Group. Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan received a call from the bodyguard in the elevator and learned the news that Ying Zifeng had been kidnapped.

"Did anyone see the kidnappers?"

"No, everyone in the villa was knocked unconscious, and there was no CCTV record, but we estimated the time to be half an hour ago......"

"This guy, let him stop being public, he's messing with someone again!"

Ying Haisheng scolded hatefully, for the second son, he used to hate iron and steel, since the incident happened four years ago, the status of the Ying family in Yanhuang's awakening has deteriorated, and he is even more eager that he didn't give birth to this son at the beginning, in the past few years, he just let him go, and also took back most of the power around him, at most leaving him with the capital to spend money to play with girls, who knows that this kind of thing will happen again.

The matter of the empty dust has already made him feel worried, and he is irritable, but Ying Zilan next to him has become nervous, asked several questions in a row, and then asked him for instructions, asking to rush to his brother's residence immediately to deal with this matter, although he has no good impression of the second son, but the eldest son's brotherhood is not a big deal after all, waved his hand, and said that he was ready to part ways.

Originally, I was going to a business banquet. Today's arrangement is naturally that Ying Haisheng went to the banquet, Ying Zilan dealt with the kidnapping case, and walked out of the hall together, under the escort of bodyguards. Both of them were thinking about whether there would be any shady behind this matter, for example, they didn't want Fang Zhitian to get the dust of empty sight, maybe Fang Zhitian would kidnap his son in turn, and just walked to the gate, the father and son's mobile phones rang at the same time, it was the same, unfamiliar number.

"Maybe it's the kidnappers ......"

Ying Zilan glanced at her father. Attached the mobile phone to his ear, and then Ying Haisheng pressed the call button: "Hey." ”

"Looks like you know about Ying Zifengdi."

The voice on the other side of the phone was casual and indifferent, it seemed to be a little familiar, but it also carried a trace of unfamiliar indifference, and while speaking, the two of them, together with more than a dozen bodyguards around them, had already walked out of the door of the Chaohai Group. The sun was shining in the small square outside, due to the good design combined with the surrounding buildings, the cool natural wind was blowing outside the door, everyone's clothes were hunting, and the convoy waiting for them had stopped a few meters away from the gate, Ying Haisheng was silent for a second: "What do you want?" ”

"I'm here to deliver something." "What?"

"Let's take a family portrait...... asked you to go to Jianghai to get a family photo, but you have been refusing to go. Then I'll take a little trouble and send it to you. ”

There was a distance of less than two meters from the car in front of them, Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan stopped abruptly, the wind blew over, pedestrians came and went in the small square, and the time of four years and the memory brushed closer, the memory was so profound that it was as if they saw the ordinary but extremely terrifying young man standing in front of them and talking, and at the same time, a black shadow fell from the sky.

Bang, boom

"Ahh

The human body that flew down from the dozens of floors smashed into the roof of the sedan on the side. The shattered bulletproof glass burst out like a pearl, and after the roaring sound, the screams of the man in the air were heard in the air, and the bodyguards pounced from all sides, protecting Ying's father and son, Ying Zilan suddenly pushed away the bodyguards beside him, looking at the sunken roof in front of the side, Ying Zifeng, who was stained with blood and twisted all over his body, seemed to be still looking at his brother and father here, but the eyeballs had completely burst. Under the tugging of the bodyguard, I saw the scene in front of me clearly. Ying Haisheng almost subconsciously shouted: "Gu Jiaming." I'll make all the people you value dead! ”

“…… It's still so uncreative. ”

The voice on the other side of the phone sighed softly, at the same moment. The explosion sounded suddenly, it was an exhibition room on the side of the hall of Chaohai Group, as the bomb in the hall was detonated, flames burst out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side, and then, a car on the other side also flew up to the height of three floors in the sudden outbreak of the rolling heat, more than a dozen bodyguards pulled out their guns, almost subconsciously protecting Ying's father and son away from the hall and the car.

If it was someone who fell from the sky and didn't be able to fully react, the sudden two explosions were like pressing the button of the riot, because the explosion was in the exhibition room next to it, there were basically no casualties in the hall, but at this time the employees and customers in the hall had poured out of the gate for the first time, and the people in the square scattered in all directions, some screamed, some fell to the ground, the fruit in the basket was scattered all over the ground, and in the wind blowing in the small square, a red thin silk cloth flew up into the sky.

The silk cloth was thin and wide, originally folded and sandwiched under a person's armpit, as if because of the impact of the explosion, the person panicked, causing the huge silk cloth to take off his hand, stretch and fly in the air, just towards the Ying father and son, the two sides were only four or five meters apart at this time, seeing that the person was walking towards this side, the bodyguard at the front suddenly stopped, and raised his gun with both hands.

The figure in front of him flickered, and the man's right hand waved out from the bottom left to the right up, and the two fingers that came out seemed to only lightly swipe in the air.

The figures were staggered, the gunshots did not sound, and the next moment, a huge red silk cloth completely enveloped more than a dozen people, and outside the silk cloth, the bodyguard who first raised the gun knelt silently on the ground, and blood rushed out of his neck. In the silk cloth room in the rear, accompanied by the confusion of human figures, screams and gunshots rang out continuously.

This silk cloth is light and thin, under the illumination of the summer noon sun, it can't block much light, and basically can't make much trouble for action, and it is a middle-aged man who is not good-looking, but at the moment when he and this group of people are staggered. Both Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan have already reacted, this is Gu Jiaming.

He put on makeup very casually, at most to cover his original appearance, but he didn't hide much about his figure and basic outline. But all this may not be important in front of him, as he walked, the two bodyguards also raised their guns, and the other bodyguard who hit the front grabbed his hands, front and back, more than a dozen bodyguards focused their attention almost at the same time, each of these bodyguards has undergone rigorous training. The body is flexible and strong, but in the face of such a battle, the only movement in Jiaming's hand is to wave the two fingers of his right hand.

Half circle, diagonal swing, horizontal pull, and tap, the movement looks relaxed and casual, and even Ying's father and son can catch it. However, all the attacks seemed to have lost their effect in front of him, and he lowered his head and walked forward, turned sideways slightly, slid his step, and continued walking...... With his second step, the conductor dance had already brought out a continuous stream of tiny blood in the air. Blood threads run from one person's body to another's body, throat, wrists, eyes...... The blood line in the air seemed to be a freehand wild grass, and Ying Haisheng almost watched the hand that had commanded the eldest son's eyes and Adam's apple, and then passed through the layers of guards like a phantom, and pulled on his throat.

In less than three seconds, Jiaming walked through the crowd and pulled the cloth above. The silk cloth flew out like a kite, and the sun fell on their heads again, and more than a dozen people in the rear began to fall to the ground one after another, and he still walked forward casually, putting the bloody blade in his right hand into his mouth, and then raised the camera on his chest and pressed the shutter behind him.

In a low voice, the photo clicked out, and he took it down. Pop your hand backwards. With the wind in the small square, the piece of paper fell in a pool of blood in front of Ying Haisheng's father and son.

He made his way through the chaotic crowd ahead. At the corner of the street more than ten meters away, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in the air: "Taxi." A taxi pulled up on the side of the road, he sat in it and said to the driver, "Go to the airport." ”

The driver stepped on the accelerator, bowed his head slightly, looked at the street in the distance from the rearview mirror, and then looked at the camera on the passenger: "It seems that something happened over there, reporter?" ”

"yes." He smiled slightly.

"Hurry, thank you."

A few minutes later, the first group of police arrived at the scene, facing more than a dozen corpses with their throats all slit, helpless, half an hour later, Fang Zhitian, who was far away in Jianghai, got the news that Ying Haisheng's father and son had been killed, and the news was confirmed an hour later. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the flight from Guangzhou to Jianghai arrived on time, and Jiaming, who had returned to his original attire, walked out of the airport hall and stepped on the scorching Jianghai again, he bought a pair of sunglasses in a shop near the airport to cover his eyes with a little dazedness.

He still remembers the city, remembers many things, but the feelings contained in those memories have become a little alienated under the overlap of four years of pain and memories of the two lives, just like the girl named Lingjing named Shasha, who was killed by him in a certain fragment and left in a certain fragment, like the coldness and attachment in his heart, the heart of a killer and full of guilt, the constantly conflicting memories of Pei Luojia and the dull student days, all that things are still in his memory, Shattered by the unbearable pain, he had to stop again and look at himself at this time, the city's past and future alternate in his mind.

A taxi stopped beside him, he shook his head, stood for a long time at the fork in the road in front of him, he chose a direction and started walking, the sun was scorching, he kept moving forward, looking at every person, every car, every shop, every billboard in the city, picking up the fragments of memory.

At the same moment, Fang Zhitian and the others located in a corner of the city are in a huge crisis and problem, in the past four years, Ying Haisheng's forces have no longer occupied such a pivotal position in the awakening of Yan and Huang, if there is a problem in peacetime, the Fang forces can naturally swallow up everything on the other side along the water, but in the current situation, they no longer have such a calm and unhurried advantage, the undead who appeared a few days ago could not even leave the army, although they caused great damage at that time, When they are now also likely to fight back at any time, the shadow of death is hanging over the heads of every Yanhuang Awakening member of Jianghai, Ying Haisheng's death, the mysterious killer who appeared in Guangzhou, whether it is Pei Luojia who fell into the well or other dark organizations who want to fish in troubled waters, I am afraid it will become the last straw that crushes the camel's back.

It has nothing to do with darkness or light, in the small martial arts hall in the other corner of the city, a woman named Ling Jing sat in front of the window, looking at the stacked song scores on the desk and singing softly, preparing for the cameo performance at Fang Yusi's concert tonight, and no matter how focused her expression was, what existed in her heart at this time, in addition to the sadness of heartbreak, was still only confused about the future, and the woman who had the same mood as her was looking at it from a distance on the balcony of the building hundreds of meters away, and when the wind blew, the hair in her ears was raised... …