The moonlight was pale, spilling in obliquely through the crack in the door, and it slashed from the side of his son's eyebrows to his chin like a guillotine. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The son laid Ajing's body flat on the bed, cleaned up the water traces on the ground, and carefully wiped the plastic bench, which was the only furniture in the house. He held a rag in his hand, squatted down, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Who are you looking for?" ”

The dilapidated wooden door slowly pushed open, and the moonlight reflected in the undried water, which was cold and compelling.

A tall and thin figure stood in the doorway, his head bowed, his eyes like two black holes. Speak in English: "Turn around and let me see your face." ”

The son sighed, his back was hot, and he knew the line between life and death. He turned his head, revealing only a side face. In the darkness, a fire lit up, a ball of blood exploded, and the son fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, crushing the plastic bench, and the entire back was instantly dyed red.

The dark shadow paced in, kicked his son over, and took out the photo to compare it to. Chanted: "Life is really big, you can still survive when you become a culture tank." God takes care of you, but it's a pity that I can't take care of you. ”

He came to the bedside, looked at Ah Jing, and only glanced at it, and the bullet had already entered the center of his eyebrows. Neuropathic whispering: "It's good to die, but not to suffer if you die." If I shoot you, you don't count suicide, you can go to heaven without committing suicide. I heard that heaven is all good people, and it doesn't matter if Asians go to heaven, they will become blonde and more beautiful than they are now. Blonde, hehe...... Happy? ”

The son lay on the ground, his cheeks soaked with his own blood, and the corners of his mouth seeped into the fishy smell, and he was nauseous. His eyes were wide open, he wanted to move, but he couldn't, the bullet came through his body, and his shoulder blade shattered. With a little force, the pain enters the bone marrow.

The man in black looked around and pouted: "The house is full of noise, it seems that 30 homeless people have a party here." Bending his knees, looking down at his son, the silencer plucked his son's head, and repeatedly confirmed: "I am not a reckless person, and I kill people very expensively, so I must not kill the wrong one." Don't mind, wait a little longer, it'll be fine soon. ”

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, pointed the camera at his son, and snorted: "Smile, don't be bitter, yes, so, smile." Two fingers pinched the corners of his son's mouth, pushed up hard, and launched a strange smile.

Motorola V3, the top mobile phone of that era, has a face under 300,000 pixels, like a purple-blue gourd. The man in black pressed the send button, straddled his son, and stared at him with a smile: "Don't worry, it'll be fine in a while, and I'll send you to heaven too." You see, your face is quite handsome, and your blonde hair must be very charming. Heaven has no disabled people, you can stand up straight, is not happy. ”

Suddenly there was a buzz.

The man in black flipped through his phone and wrote: Confirm, allow clearing!!

There are two options, yes and no!!

"When it's time, goodbye friends, and be an interesting person in the next life. Since you entered the house, you haven't said a serious word to me, and you're too bored? ”

The man in black pressed the muzzle of his gun against his son's eyebrows.

Blood shot out like an arrow like a high-pressure water pipe, heading straight to the roof. The man in black was stunned, his hands clenched to his throat, and the blood shot from his fingers, but he couldn't stop it.

After 3 seconds, he rolled over and fell, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The son clutched the leg of a crushed plastic stool in his hand, the corners as sharp as knives, and hung a piece of shredded meat......

He only thinks about one thing, he can't die! You must not die!!

The superhuman perseverance that burst out out of nowhere, the pain disappeared in an instant, and an unreasonable self-confidence rose. He saw vitality in his eyes, and the flaws of the man in black were infinitely magnified, and he succeeded in one blow.

The son struggled to his feet and staggered to the side of the man in black, who was still not dead and his eyes were fixed on him.

Bloodstained hands, picking up 1911 with a silencer, the fire flashed, and the bullet pierced the skull of the man in black. The son didn't look at it, he shook like chaff, knelt down in front of the bed, and buried his face in Ah Jing's chest. The voice is like crying blood: "I'm sorry ......"

Three words, use all your strength.

My son sat paralyzed, I don't know how long.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief and rummaged through the man in black.

Two magazines, a pistol, a key card, a mobile phone.

There is no identification whatsoever. He put these things away, and it still shows on his phone, YES, NO!

My son's fingers shook and he pressed YES!!

……

The son walked into the night.

Lead clouds, no stars and no moons.

The wind is up, and the sky is full of blood.

He took it one step at a time, neither fast nor slow. But I found that the world was changing, my vision gradually became higher, and I bent my waist for ten years, and I straightened up inexplicably. The son could not understand, but it was undoubtedly pleasant, he wanted to scream, he wanted to run, he wanted to dance, he wanted to sing. But if no one shares it, happiness is not happiness, it is just a feeling.

A fire erupted behind him, burning half of the night sky red.

The son didn't look back and kept walking out of the alley.

At a newspaper kiosk at the mouth of the alley, because of the sudden fire, Wu Bo stood shirtless on the side of the street. Wait and see if it will affect you and make plans as soon as possible. He frowned, looked carefully, and walked out of the firelight, is it you?

Wu Bo hurriedly greeted him: "What's the matter?" Yourself, what about Ajing? ”

The concern was overflowing, and he grabbed his son's arms tightly and kept asking: "Where is Ajing?" Where is she? ”

The son was silent, his eyes were full of struggle, and he let Uncle Wu push him.

"Bastard, Ah Jing saved your life, and you left her in the fire?" Wu Bo scolded angrily and staggered to rush into the alley.

The son suddenly grabbed him, couldn't help but say, and took Uncle Wu into the newsstand.

Close the door!!!

Blood stains on the glass......

The son's eyes were hollow, he pushed the door, and came out of nowhere. He smashed the window with a punch, pulled out the phone in the kiosk, and dialed the police number: "This is a fire, someone is dead." ”

Where did the operator ask? The son replied one by one.

And he asked, "Name?" ”

The son was silent, and after a moment, he said lightly: "Ah Jing!! ”