“…… I don't want you to die. ”

The gradually confused hearing received the girl's voice, and Zhou Li couldn't help but laugh in a low voice again.

It's not like death can be avoided if you don't want to, right? But before you die, it's nice to have someone who wants to live on to you.

Laughing quietly, he finally couldn't resist the exhaustion from the depths of his consciousness, slowly closed his eyes, and lost his mind.

Looking at Zhou Li's face blankly, the girl shook his shoulder in disbelief, but there was no response.

She began to vaguely understand what death was, so she finally made up her mind.

Standing in front of Zhou Li, the girl stretched out her scarred wrist and picked up a sharp piece of iron left behind after the collapse of the stake rack from the ground, and pressed it against her skin.

In the next moment, a terrible scar appeared on the slender and pale wrist again, and the iron slices cut through the skin and blood vessels, causing the blood that emitted a soft glow to flow out and fall on Zhou Li's face.

He brought his bleeding wrist close to Zhou Li's lips and pried open Zhou Li's teeth, causing the blood to fall into his throat bit by bit.

Like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, Zhou Li's body subconsciously swallowed the blood from the girl's body, hungry and thirsty.

A silver tree spread out from the top of his heart, spreading upwards, covering his face and the girl's body.

The silver lines connect the two like a bridge, and the blood-based life is constantly penetrating into Zhou Li's body.

As the host gradually weakened, the World Tree, which was about to face another sleepy dilemma, began to frantically absorb the power of everything around it to make up for the gradually shattered life.

Layers of silver lines seeped into Zhou Li's body, coiling around his whole body like tree roots, constantly releasing impacts like electricity again and again, stimulating Zhou Li's weakened vitality.

Holding back the painful feeling that the blood was like being frantically devoured by a hungry beast, the girl stroked Zhou Li's face seriously, and two lines of cold tears silently flowed from her eyes, dripping on Zhou Li's face.

We wept silently, but a smile appeared on the girl's pale face.

Because I don't want you to die, I will give you my life, even if I take it all, it doesn't matter, please continue to live, please don't die, please don't ...... Just disappear.

This is my only request, my only prayer, so please, please live.

The gods above the clouds finally opened their eyes from their slumber and heard the request from the world, and Zhou Li's heart that had gradually stagnated began to beat weakly again.

Suddenly, and again, weakly and tenaciously beating, unwilling to stop.

Sensing Zhou Li's breath again, the girl lay on top of him, sniffing the smell of nostalgia, and fell into a deep sleep.

…… In the darkness, Zhou Li opened his eyes and looked at the dark earth and sky.

In the unprecedented silent world, he lowered his head, looked at his translucent ** body, and couldn't help but whisper: "I'm ...... He's dead? ”

It was only then that he discovered that on his translucent body, there was a silver network running through it, arranging the surface of his body like an electrical circuit, intermittently emitting a faint light.

And what came out of his mouth was not a voice, but a thought wave transformed into spiritual power, rippling like ripples around.

Thus, the dark world, under the control of the will, radiated light.

In the darkness, it is like an old projector being turned on by invisible fingers, and the darkness turns into a curtain, and all the past comes to life.

The key word, death.

On top of the lonely funeral, the silent young man knelt in front of the mourning hall, silently choked with tears, ignoring the obstruction of the girl beside him, and angrily roared at the middle-aged man who looked indifferent not far away, roaring something.

Then, the frantic cursing and roaring is interrupted by a punch from an angry teenage girl, and then the former self is pressed to the ground by her sister, barely able to resist the beating.

Punch after punch, until the girl's palm was broken by hard teeth, and the blood did not stop flowing.

"Do you think your mother is dead, and you alone will be sad?!"

Her voice sounded again, angry and sad: "Do you think that only you are the saddest?!" ”

The red eyes glared at Zhou Li, tears flowed silently from the corners of her eyes, and she choked and whispered: "This is the last time I will beat you, if you don't want me to look down on me for the rest of my life, just wipe away your tears and get up by yourself." ”

Looking blankly at the memory engraved in his soul, Zhou Li's gaze finally fell on the photo of the mourning hall, and the sadness and pain in his heart once resurfaced again, but this time, he stubbornly did not cry.

In this place, there are no tears to be shed either.

The light and shadow changed again, as if looking down on the clouds, Zhou Li's line of sight passed through the clouds and the falling snow, and fell on himself at the scene of the car accident.

Looking blankly at his uncle and aunt who were carried out of the accident car by the firefighters and traffic police, Zhou Li shouted the name of the deceased with all his might, again and again, but no one answered.

In the end, he sat on the ground with empty eyes, staring blankly at the devastated scene, as if a hole appeared in his heart again, and all his strength and thoughts were drained, and even the strength to choke and cry was gone.

The policeman, whose face was already blurred, looked at the sluggish Zhou Li, couldn't help sighing, took out a box from the car, and handed it to him: "This is the relic of the deceased...... Let's mourn and change. ”

There was only a notebook full of patient phone notes in the box, and a mobile phone with a completely shattered screen.

To this day, Zhou Li still remembers that in the text message box of his mobile phone, the unfinished message was also the last words left by Lu Feitie.

It's not a roar of revenge for yourself, nor is it a reluctant wail for life, only an unfinished sentence: "Zhou Li, ...... with weak water"

Looking blankly at the memories in the light and shadow, Zhou Li slowly lowered his head and recalled in silence.

He just suddenly couldn't understand again and again, his uncle was in the last of his life...... What do you want to say?

Zhou Li couldn't think of it, but he was eager to know, and even had a few conjectures that made him sad.

In the darkness, the pain that had been haunting him once again swept from the depths of his mind, one after another, from the original vague to the current cracking pain.

It is like a seed that has awakened, sucking water and earth, enduring a burning pain in the sun, and sprouting branches.

In the darkness, Zhou Li's pupils unconsciously set off a subtle cyan ripple and spread again, and began to read and deduce towards the past.

So in an instant, the scene reconstruction and simulation began!

The mournful sound of the piano seemed to sound faintly again, stirring, with the high-pitched tune of 'one step away' that pulled Zhou Li's perception into the gray chaos, and then, he returned to the silent night.

In the darkness, he saw the scene of broken cars, the flames of wreckage, and the remnants of falling snow falling into blood and water.

There was also a man covered in blood who was holding his dead wife, crying.

Zhou Li looked at this strange scene blankly, dazed and flustered, but he was never able to touch the palm that was close at hand, and could only watch helplessly as he slowly died.

It was obviously close at hand, but it couldn't be touched, for Zhou Li, it was just an illusion intertwined with countless clues and inferences.

Therefore, everything is irretrievable, and the deceased is destined to die, even if it is only one step away.

In the darkness, the battered man gasped with difficulty, looking up at the dark sky.

He could feel his life passing by in a gasp, so he pressed the broken keyboard with all his might, trying to leave the last unfinished words behind.

What exactly was he trying to say?

In the crisp rhythm of the passage of life, Zhou Li sadly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Finally I heard the sound of my uncle crying and choking up at the end.

Not the name of the murderer, nor the words of a cry for help.

"Weak water, circumference ......"

He was in tears and whispered hoarsely, "Be good...... Live well. ”

At this time, what was the uncle's expression like?

A blank void? Tears of pain? Or smile because you left your last words?

Zhou Li didn't know, and he didn't dare to open his eyes, but he felt a burst of sadness, and he almost burst into tears.

Even in the end, he was unwilling to leave the truth behind, and he was unwilling to involve Zhou Li and his daughter in this storm of revenge.

Is his death so insignificant in his eyes?

Or is this sentence more important to him than revenge?

Don't take revenge, don't go after the truth, just live. Because as long as you can live well, it is more important than anything else, better than anything else.

In the faint senses, it seems that the sound of the piano has finally reached its limit, and it can no longer maintain the illusion of the past.

In the illusory world, everything is constantly fading, turning into monotonous black and white, and then disappearing, collapsing into gray chaos.

In Zhou Li's silence, the illusion finally ended.

Not daring to look at the memories that emerged in the darkness again, Zhou Li slowly closed his eyes, resisted the urge to cry, and made a choked sound.

Finally, unable to suppress the sadness that swept through his chest, he wept bitterly in the silent darkness. It's like the self who lost everything six years ago.,Desperate to vent the grief in the center.。

Because he knew that once again there was an important person in his life who was gone forever.

"Uncle, I'm sorry...... And, thank you, it's really ...... Thank you. ”

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had come to the present by so many people caring, remembering, and missing...... There has never been such an extremely urgent, incomparably strong hope, longing, and wanting to continue to live!

As if feeling an unprecedented intensity**, inside Zhou Li's translucent body, the silver tree diagram and the network burst into fiery light.

The soul is unwilling to roar to break through this eternal silence of darkness and resist the arrival of death.

(To be continued)