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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. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The picture of the plasma TV solidifies into 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, 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 him, he reached out and slapped a few times, walked to the window and brushed the curtain, the light 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!

Four years have passed since he came out of the sanatorium, and his father only spoke to him once, and then he didn't care about him, but his eldest brother often came to see him. For a while, his temper became very irritable, and he wanted to kill people or something, but his friends who were able to do such things seemed to stay 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 use this mind. 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 a shirt to cover the scar on his arm, and still only wore 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 corridor on the second floor of the villa, when he looked down, he found a person sitting in the living room below, he looked at the back of the person, outside the door, there was a guard falling into the sun.

"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 dim space full of flesh and blood, or a ruin of blood and fire, and the demon dragged him into hell again and again and slain him. 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 drawing-room, and watched the figure come up with a can of Coke in his hand, and then poured it on his head with a thud, the frozen liquid running down his head, and his whole body was 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." The ghost named Jiaming stood there and looked at the watch on his wrist, "Are you awake?" ”

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me......" Ying Zifeng climbed the five stairs, and then the whole person slipped down again, and when he was about to climb up again, Jiaming had already walked over and squatted in front of him, and in an instant, his whole body had no strength, he looked at the ordinary and cold face, and subconsciously spoke, "You can't kill me, my father...... My big 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 came abruptly.

**

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 dust of the sky has 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, he was going to attend a business banquet, but now the 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 the 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 kidnapped his son in turn, and just walked to the gate, the mobile phones of the father and son rang at the same time, it was the same, unfamiliar number.

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

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

"Looks like you know about Ying Zifeng."

The voice on the other side of the phone was casual and indifferent, it seemed to be a little familiar, but with a hint of unfamiliar indifference, between these words, the two of them and more than a dozen bodyguards around them had walked out of the gate of Chaohai Group, the small square outside was sunny, 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...... Let you go to Jianghai to get a family photo, but you have been refusing to go, then I will trouble you a little and send it to you. ”

There was less than two meters away 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 four years of time and memory were closer, and the memory was so deep that it was as if they saw the ordinary but extremely terrifying teenager standing in front of them and talking, and at the same time as their hearts suddenly contracted, 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 car on the side, the shattered bulletproof glass exploded like a pearl, and after the roaring sound, the screams of the person 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 and twisted with blood, seemed to be still looking at his brother and father here, but the eyeballs had completely burst. Seeing the scene in front of him clearly under the tugging of the bodyguard, Ying Haisheng almost subconsciously shouted: "Gu Jiaming, I will let the people you value die without a corpse!" ”

“…… It's still so uncreative. ”

The voice on the other side of the phone sighed softly, and at the same moment, the explosion suddenly sounded, 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 small car on the other side also flew up to the height of three floors in the sudden outbreak of the rolling heatwave, 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 is the people who fall from the sky and have not been able to fully react, the sudden two explosions are like pressing the button to scratch, because the explosion is in the exhibition room next to it, there are basically no casualties in the hall, but at this time the employees and customers in the hall have poured out of the door for the first time, and the people in the square are scattered, some scream, some people fall to the ground, the fruits in the basket are scattered all over the ground, and the wind blowing in the small square is a red thin silk cloth that flies 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 noon sun in the summer, it can't block much light, and basically it can't cause too much trouble in 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.

His makeup is very casual, at most it covers his original appearance, but there is not much concealment of his figure and basic outline, but all this may not be important in front of him, at the same time as he walked, two bodyguards also raised their guns, and another bodyguard who hit the front grabbed his hands, front and back, more than ten bodyguards focused their attention almost at the same time, each of these bodyguards has undergone rigorous training, and the body is flexible and strong, but in the face of such a battle, The only movement in Jia Ming's hand was to wave out the two fingers of his right hand.

Half circle, diagonal swing, horizontal pull, tap, that movement looks relaxed and casual, even Ying's father and son can be captured, but all the attacks seem to have lost their effect in front of him, he lowered his head and walked forward, slightly sideways, sliding, and continued to walk...... With his second step, the conductor dance in the air had already brought out a continuous stream of tiny blood lines 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 eyes and Adam's apple of the eldest son, and then passed through the layers of guards like a phantom, and pulled it on his throat.

In less than three seconds, Jiaming walked through the crowd, pulled the cloth above, the silk cloth flew out like a kite, 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, he still walked forward casually, put the bloody blade in his right hand into his mouth, and then raised the camera that was washed on his chest, and pressed the shutter towards the back.

In a low voice, the photo clicked out, he took it down, and popped it out to the back, and 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.

Without looking back, he walked through the chaotic crowd in front of him, and when he reached 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, lowered 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 about two o'clock in the afternoon, the flight from Guangzhou to Jianghai arrived on time, and Jiaming, who had recovered 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 blankness.

He still remembers the city and 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 at the fork in the road in front of him for a long time, he chose a direction and began to walk, he kept moving forward, looking at every person, every car, every shop, every billboard in the city, recovering 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... …

(To be continued)