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Stunned, Wu Yu and all of them were stunned, this scene seemed to have just been seen, the man's face was full of horror, and the moment the name tag was torn off, he fell down without any warning.

But how so? The man before was supposed to have a heart attack and would die due to excessive shock, but what about this girl? Have heart disease too?

"Hmph." An untimely voice came out, Huang Mao's girlfriend was full of unremitting, looking at Wang Yue'er lying on Huang Mao's body, "Little slut, if you want your brother to feel sorry for you, just say it, you don't need to act like this." ”

Huang Mao was a little helpless and glared at the girl. The palm touched Wang Yue'er's head, "Yue'er, don't make trouble, get up." Will you go back at night and play with you, brother? ”

Wu Yu looked at Wang Yue'er in horror, this beautiful girl stared at a pair of big eyes, she should have been happy and playful at an age, but now she may only be cold.

Wang Yue'er didn't react, and no one even noticed that her chest was no longer rising and falling except for Wu Yu.

"Dead, really dead, how is this possible..."Wu Yu's body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if he knew that this was Auschwitz.

Death Factory? It's just a name, or is it like the legend of ancient Egypt, where there is a curse. This is not a curse from some wizard, but a curse composed of tens of millions of people with their souls.

The person behind him noticed the problem and hurriedly walked up. Yuan Rong's little hand grabbed Wu Yu, his palms were full of sweat, and his pupils began to dilate, because Wang Yue'er and that man were all killed by him.

Huang Mao also noticed that something seemed to be wrong. Because according to the convention, every time at this time, she would definitely jump up from herself, look at herself with a smile, stretch out her slender little finger, and pout to hook herself.

But now, the girl's head is still on her belly. It hurt a little to be beaten, but there was silence in the ears that should be filled with laughter.

Not far in front of him, the unfamiliar man's face was pale, and sweat began to run down the hair around his ears, ticking to the ground, as if it was raining. The silver droplets exploded into beautiful splashes.

Huang Mao fumbled and put his palm under Wang Yue'er's nose. The pretty little nose is still warm, but the cool breath is gone.

His breathing instantly doubled, and he didn't care about anything else, he hurriedly rolled up from the ground, holding his sister's head in his arms, "Yue'er, don't scare me, wake up quickly." Brother will come home tonight to play with you, you can play whatever you want, don't you keep asking your brother to take you to the bar to see, let's go tonight..."

The sound gradually dispersed, and it was faintly lost in the air. Maybe outside he's a gangster, fighting with sticks and whistling at all sorts of pretty girls.

But here, he's just an older brother. In front of his sister, even if he mixes up, he is still an older brother. Even if there was a group of people chasing him with a knife, there was only one or two hundred meters left in the distance. When he saw the familiar figure around the corner, he would still stop and touch his long hair, "Come back early in the evening, and my brother will buy you something delicious." Then he watched her walk away, glanced at the people who were closer behind her, and ran away.

All promises seem so empty in the face of death. The girl is still a girl, and the long hair in her hand is still the same touch. But she disappeared forever, and she can no longer be coquettish around you and ask you to buy her the fried chicken she wants. I can't cry and cry anymore to tell you, I accidentally fell today, pointing to the purple blue on my knee.

"What's wrong with this little slut? King. Lin, you have something to say. The girl muttered a few words dissatisfiedly, obviously her boyfriend was holding another woman in his arms, even if this person was his sister, she was still a little jealous.

"You're special. Shut up! "Wang. Lin was furious, he was really angry this time. It's not the first time he's heard the word "little slut.,Usually the girl behind the back will always complain to him all kinds of things.,The first time he heard this word,He frowned.,But gradually he got used to it.。

But for the first time, he felt that the word was so harsh. He once said that when he was drunk, she was the only woman in his life. But when he really lost it, he really found that there will never be such a person in this world who is called his sister.

There is no longer such a person, when your father beats you, she will fall on her knees, begging her father not to beat her brother. There will never be a person who, after you have been beaten, will flee home in embarrassment, blowing the wounds on your body, staring at a pair of innocent eyes, and asking if you are in pain.

"You scold me!" The girl glared incredulously, "You just scolded me for this little slut!" ”

She never saw her boyfriend get angry, and even if she did something wrong, he would still please herself and buy herself all kinds of favorite gadgets until she made herself laugh.

She still followed the previous plot, staring at a pair of eyes that she thought were beautiful. She didn't notice from beginning to end that everything was wrong with everyone present.

King. Lin gently closed his sister's eyes and placed her head on the ground. He stood up and walked straight in front of the girl, raising his palms.

"Smack!"

It fell down fiercely, slapping on the face that was covered in countless foundations, and a bright red palm print rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"My sister is also what you can scold!" King. Lin looked directly at the girl, for the first time he felt that his vision was so bad, the woman in front of him was really disgusting.

Wu Yu's brows were furrowed together, and the two people in front of him were talking about topics that had nothing to do with him, just like a stage play, each doing their own thing, and they didn't care about each other's existence at all.

The name brand of the white flower is in front of you, just like the red. Naked girls are the same, full of temptation. Wu Yu's eyes were firmly fixed on the name card, and his mind was full of images of the two people when they died.

Without any conditions, defeat the man in black and be able to escape, it's as simple as that? Unless that person is stepping on a large pile of munitions under his feet and has a six-shot Colt in his hand, Meng Zihao promises to lie on the ground immediately and shout that I admit defeat.

But the game must have the rules of the game, even if it is a hidden plot, there will be a way to clear the level. Is there any point in making a game that is impossible to beat?

If you want to live, you have to climb up. Maybe the Tower of Babel is the same thing, right?

But if you want to climb up, you always need a staircase, you need something to cushion it, so that you can climb up step by step, all the way to the top, and escape.

Hereof, What is the staircase? Unless...

Two big words flashed in Wu Yu's head, and as soon as these two words appeared, even he was startled. The people around him looked at the girl lying on the ground, their eyes full of regret.

He stretched out his palm tremblingly, and his heart was very depressed, even if he guessed correctly? Can you really keep winning?

I don't know, no one will know in the future. Wu Yu doesn't think about the future, let God arrange those things, he is just a child who doesn't listen to God's command.

The palm of his hand pinched the name tag behind the girl, this is a gamble, the stakes are huge, and it is the lives of three people.

There is always only a thin line between life and death, and often from life to death, it is always so simple, as if everyone knows that one plus one equals two.

It's a familiar feeling again, the child and mother buckle under the name brand, and the small hook leaves the coil that binds it. Wu Yu pinched the name tag behind the girl and slowly tore it off.

The girl was defenseless, but at the moment when the name card was torn off, the girl who was still arguing with her boyfriend suddenly paused, everything was so sudden, as if the switch was suddenly pressed.

The delicate makeup has been spread out, and a piece of flower has been painted on the face. But she will never care anymore, a dead man, no matter how beautiful she dies, is still a dead man after all...