Fallen was a gray-haired old man, surrounded by deafening music and shouts of excitement, and no one noticed that it was mixed with the muffled sound of bullets passing through the skull. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Someone fell, and the young man standing beside the old man just glanced at it faintly, as if he thought that the old man was just overexcited and had committed something. He even showed a look of disgust, and then couldn't wait to whistle and scream at the procession. Everyone is immersed in the beautiful illusion created by the parade, and no one is interested in caring about the strange and ugly old people in the real world. At the crowded feet, all light sources were blocked, and no one could see the expanding pool of blood at their feet except Gabriel and Randall.

"Gabriel......

Randall's voice and body began to tremble, and two drops of blood splashed on the old man's face the moment he was shot.

The warm, somewhat viscous blood instantly ignited the fear that Randall was sleeping in his body. His breath was short, and his face was pale as paper from the blinding blood.

Gabriel looked at him and didn't say a word.

Things turned out more than he expected, no, he didn't think it would happen from the beginning. He suddenly realized why he felt weird and unreasonable, and at the same time hated himself for being stupid and too late.

If his inference is correct, then openly and secretly, Randall may not have a single person around him to protect him.

Is it an outcast? Or was he betrayed?

Either way, he was not interested, and surviving in front of him was the most important thing.

Gabriel stretched out his hands and pulled the frightened face in front of him to his eyes, forcing the other party to look him in the eye, and his movements were tough and domineering.

"Can you see me, Randall? Do you know what the situation is now?'

"I—I know."

"No, you don't know. Someone died, easily obliterated like an ant, and even on his deathbed he didn't even know who killed him. Next is you, maybe the target was you from the beginning, and yet you're still here leisurely scared, waiting for someone else to shoot you. Do you want to die?'

"Gabriel...... Why do you know ......?

"Answer me, do you want to die?"

Gabriel's speech was cold and even cruel, and his tone was as usual in the past, neither urgent nor harsh.

Randall had never seen Gabriel look like this. The multicolored lights of the procession hit Gabriel's face, but it didn't make the face any warmer. Obviously it is the same facial features, the same expressionless, compared to the past, the face in front of him seems to be made of ice, and the cold air emitted hits the chest cavity, without the slightest buffer.

"No, I don't want to die."

He swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but tell the truth.

Dead, it's all over, isn't it?

Barely living is greater than any heroic death, and he knows it.

For a moment, Gabriel's expression softened, and he let go of his grip on Randall's collar so he could breathe smoothly.

"Follow me."

A calm tone, but absolutely no questioning.

With a few screams, Gabriel rushed into the procession. Randall bit his lower lip and climbed over the railing separating the crowd and chased after him.

"There's a kid running over!"

"Yikes! Where did you come from? So uneducated! You are not allowed to come into the procession.'"

"Stinky little ghost, don't make trouble, go back quickly!"

"What a beautiful child, come to my sister, and my sister will dance with you."

Randall silently said sorry countless times in his heart, ignoring the protests of the parade and the crowd on both sides, now is not the time to apologize. His eyes were locked on Gabriel, and he didn't dare to let go for a moment, chasing the back with all his might.

It's too fast.

Gabriel's body is as light as an opera actor.

Tired.

constantly rubbing against people and being scolded angrily. The curious gaze of the dancing parade continued to cast on him, and the lights and figures around him were all mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish the direction.

"Bang-"

Someone else fell, and the young woman who had passed him three seconds earlier fell in a pool of blood.

"Don't look back."

With Gabriel's voice in his ears, he looked up, tears blurring his vision. Everything in front of me turned black and white, and the only color was a familiar and unfamiliar deep purple.

Scared? It's a lie not to be afraid, the body of the flying is still trembling, someone is dead, two people, maybe it will become more, all are innocent people, all died because of him, he is the culprit.

But he couldn't stop, he didn't want to die.

A woman's scream came from the procession behind her, like a sharp knife, completely cutting through the peace in front of her.

After a few moments, the overly noisy procession stopped, and the cries of the panicked people poured in. Someone was shot, more than one, and it may be their turn next! People were crying out, 'Wow!' Or, 'Ahhhhhhh and other voices without personality, and they moved together.

The child was pushed to the ground, and the wife called her husband's name. People pushed and squeezed each other, and began to grab each other, as if it were a riot.

"Tsk. Don't mix in the crowd anymore, you'll be trampled to death.'

In the midst of the chaos, Gabriel managed to run to Randall's side. He grabbed Randall's wrist and began to run towards the alley on the side of the Holy Law Road.

The shooting will also end at the moment when the riot begins, however, the crowd does not know. The crowd screamed, fled, and shoved in the candlelight, and suddenly, an orange-red light shone on the people, and some citizens stopped and looked up in the direction of the light in amazement.

At the very front of the procession, a giant float spewed out a pillar of fire, not a spark. A moment later there was a loud noise, the glass of the float's windows shattered, and flames erupted. This is caused by the crowd spilling liquid on the wires of the float when they are fleeing in all directions, causing a short circuit in the wiring, and the result of the collapse of the entire circuit system.

Splashes of sparks ignited a makeshift shed on the side of the road, and a dragon flew down the connected nylon roof. What followed was the heart-rending screams of people on fire.

The firelight will completely illuminate the night.

Not far away, police cars and fire trucks from the Public Security Bureau roared in, and the alarm bells were intertwined with the screams of the crowd, circling over the Holy Law Road.

In just half an hour, the joyful parade of song and dance was completely transformed into a veritable parade of death.

Gabriel pulls Randall into the narrow alley between the buildings.

The two leaned against the wall and gasped.

Safe, albeit temporarily, Gabriel breathed heavily, recovering and adjusting his tired body as much as he could.

He turned his head and faced the direction of the Sacred Law Road, which was now red, and his eyes sank.

In times of peace, people here can walk on the platform without complaint, but when peace is lost, it is easy to fall into panic. A total of six people were shot, and the exact number of people who were trampled to death and injured will probably be clear until the news of the next day.

How many people will die in this riot...... He didn't know either.

Randall beside him was looking in the same direction as him, the tears on his face had dried up, but his face was still terrifyingly pale, and the whole person was in a mental state that was about to collapse.

Gabriel sighed silently.

You have to say something, or this person will go crazy.

"Randall, listen to me, it's not your fault."

In a very gentle tone, he said, "It's not you who you killed, it's not you who caused the riot, don't try to carry things that have nothing to do with you. You just have to understand that you are alive and alive now. You're doing a great job.'"