When Xiao Chen woke up, it was pitch black in front of him, as if he was shrouded in an endless night. He raised his hand slightly and put it in front of his eyes, but he could not see anything in front of him, and he waved his hand vigorously in front of his eyes, but he still could not see anything.

Is he blind?

He sat up, he tried his best to remember, he remembered, Qin Lichuan injected the medicine into his body, and then he fell into a coma, as if it was a long, long dream, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, he tried his best to climb with both hands, and finally reached the end, but he still couldn't see anything.

Light, he looked for it in the dark, there was no light, he seemed to have returned to the life of being locked up in prison, only this kind of life, there was no light that crept in, there was no light in the eyes of children, only he was alone, staying in this endless darkness.

He stood up, he wanted to run away, he took a step, and then, as if his foot had kicked something, it was the sound of the shelf collapsing, and there was a hot liquid flowing onto his foot, but he didn't feel any pain, he just wanted to escape, he wanted to get out of this endless darkness.

"Xiao Chen. The gentle voice seemed to come from far away, Xiao Chen was stunned, "Xiao Chen, you are awake." Lin Xiaoge hurriedly ran in from the door, "You are injured." She saw the burns on his feet and said with concern, she reached out to help him, "I'll bandage your wounds." She exclaimed.

She helped him to sit down on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, he reached out and stroked her face. Lin Xiaoge only felt that his hands were as cold as a dead man, without any warmth. His hand caressed her face, her face flushed uncontrollably, and again and again, she quietly looked at his fingers, slender and jointed, like bamboo. He was always holding a book or a pen, and at this moment, he was caressing her cheek.

Suddenly, his hand suddenly strained and grabbed her chin.

She cried out in pain, but the strength in his hand did not diminish in the slightest.

"Where is this?" his voice was unexpectedly cold, like a hard piece of ice.

There was a sound in her throat, and she couldn't speak in pain.

Suddenly, the strength of his fingers plummeted, his arms slowly drooped, his voice became very hoarse, and he asked her in a low voice, "Is there a lamp?"

Lin Xiaoge's nose was sore, and he was almost about to cry. She suppressed it and said, "Xiao Chen, you can't see it." ”

Xiao Chen was stunned, he stood up slowly, he stumbled forward, he didn't know where to go, his body hit the hard wall, he reached out and pushed the wall, he held on to the wall, walked in the direction of the door, and then hit the bookcase again.

"Xiao Chen, where are you going?" Lin Xiaoge reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Turn on the lights. He muttered in a low voice, his voice hoarse and low, unlike his.

"Turn on the lights. He suddenly shouted, his voice was almost torn, he grabbed Lin Xiaoge's shoulder, and he shouted, "Turn on the lights." His arm slowly slipped off her shoulder, "Please, turn on the light." He crouched on the ground and put his hands on his shoulders.

Like a child.

It was as if he had returned to those days, those dark days, the endless beatings and abuses every day, the painful injections, as if the Katyusha was standing in the wind and rain in the resurrection, watching the man leave, and there was no other way but to chase the train farther and farther away.

"Xiao Chen, you are only intermittently blind, you will recover soon. Lin Xiaoge squatted down and comforted him in a low voice.

He didn't speak, and she saw him trying to open his eyes, trying to see the world, but his eyes were empty and out of focus.

She gently reached out and hugged him as if she were holding a child.

The night gradually sank, Xiao Chen sat on the edge of the bed, not sleepy, he looked out the window without focus.

By the window, the figure of the woman is cast on the curtain, and the shadow of her long hair falls on the curtain like a sketch.

There was a flute sound, and it was a song "Farewell".

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will go, and don't linger when you come.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. Life is rare for reunions, but there are many separations. 9

A low and shallow melody, a low and gentle voice that seems to pour out softly. Xiao Chen sat in the singing, as if he saw his mother, the woman who was as gentle as water, her soft hands held the little him, and her voice was as gentle as the flute. It was as if he had returned to the old days, where there was no killing and no death, only that gentle, loving gaze.

It was as if he saw the light.

At the end of the song, the girl left quietly, and Xiao Chen leaned on the side of the bed, as if he saw the starlight in the sky.

Qingcheng.

Jiang Qianyue was sitting in the car, she didn't turn on the lights, she hid herself in the dark and she was waiting for him.

The sound of the fight was already close, the car window dropped slightly, and the gun in Jiang Qianyue's hand had quietly stretched out of the window, she was waiting.

Then she heard the gunshot, which struck the crystalline bone without the slightest reaction. The man who manipulated the bone was very quick, he flew forward, his fingers had already inserted into the body of a person, he rolled over, raised his foot and kicked down the other person's gun, the gunfire had stopped, no one had a gun. Jiang Qianyue raised her eyes to look at them, and then slowly put away the gun, the glass rose, and at the moment when the glass was completely raised, the last person's head had been pressed against the glass of Jiang Qianyue's car, and as soon as he used his strength, the person's neck was pinched off. Blood-spattered all over the glass.

Jiang Qianyue frowned slightly, he had seen Qin Lichuan kill people, but she still couldn't bear it like this.

Qin Lichuan walked around from the back of the car, opened the co-pilot's door, and sat in.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Qianyue smelled the smell of blood all over his nose, his black suit was already soaked with blood, and his face was also full of blood, like a Shura from hell.

"What did you do. Jiang Qianyue frowned slightly, she took out a suit from the locker of the car and handed it to him, "Are you hurt?" she asked.

"I'm fine. Qin Lichuan's eyes lit up like ghosts, and he was still immersed in the excitement of the killing he had just made.

"Sir didn't mean to take us to a drinking party, how did you do this. Jiang Qianyue couldn't help but reproach.

"There was an organization called the Scorpion Gate, and I killed them all. Qin Lichuan replied crisply.

Jiang Qianyue sighed, and she said, "Let's change your clothes first." ”