The rain was pouring down.

Heath Ledger lay motionless on the muddy ground like a dead dog, his body no longer twitched, but he didn't have the strength to pick up the dagger in front of him again, he didn't even want to get up again, he just wanted to sleep like that until he died.

In the silence of the rainy night, the men's rough gasps and shrill lewd laughter, accompanied by the barely inaudible moans of the thin girl, shot like sharp arrows through every corner of Heath Ledger's body. He tried to plug his ears, he didn't want to listen, but he couldn't lift his hand, so the hellish sounds kept amplifying, amplifying, amplifying......

It was as if he had been pressed on his head and limbs, watching those wolf-like men ravaging his sister's jade-thin body, as if she was still shouting, "Brother......"

"Brother......

"Brother......

"Ah...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Heath Ledger roared so loudly that his throat was hoarse, and he stared at the dark night in a daze, muttering to himself, "I am indeed an ominous person...... Hum haha haha ......hahahahaha

Heath Ledger began to laugh sullenly, burying his whole face in the mud, the suppressed laughter like a lonely ghost crying alone on a rainy night.

"Click-"

"Click-"

There was the sound of low footsteps coming from not far away.

Heath Ledger jerked his head up and looked into the distance like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

A man, holding a black umbrella, was walking slowly towards him.

"Help...... Help me...... Help me......" Heath Ledger's completely hoarse throat squeezed out a whisper for help.

The man holding the umbrella didn't seem to hear his cry for help, and walked unhurriedly, and only walked in front of him after ten minutes.

"It's you......" Heath Ledger recognized the face, the hateful man who only spoke big things, "please......"

Chen Senran didn't speak, just squatted down, looked at Heath Ledger's mud-stained, oil-painted face, and then shook his head.

"Why don't you help me?" Heath Ledger wanted to roar, but his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a loud sound.

"Why should I help you?" Chen Senran looked down at Heath Ledger coldly in a condescending manner, as if looking at a lost dog, "Why don't you help yourself, you have that ability, Heath Ledger, what are you afraid of?" ”

Why should I help you?

Why should I help you?

Why don't you help yourself?

For what? Heath Ledger, why, why?

Heath Ledger, what are you afraid of? What the hell are you afraid of, what, what?

The rain was heavier. The story of the cruelty in the tent was still not over, and the beasts seemed to be in higher spirits and roared more excitedly.

Chen Senran held an umbrella and looked at the rain curtain in the dark night as if he hadn't heard, he pulled out the dagger stuck in the dirt and played with it a little boringly.

"Do you feel bad?" Chen Senran glanced at Heath Ledger, who was staring at the tent in a daze, and had not spoken for a long time.

"Hey...... Heath Ledger let out a nervous laugh.

Sad? It's so sad, it's really sad. Sister, sister, my sister......

"Want to kill someone?"

"Hey...... "The dead dog-like man still laughed nervously.

Want to kill someone? I want to think about it, I think about it so much.

"Then go ahead." Chen Senran handed the old dirt-stained dagger to Heath Ledger.

This time, the man didn't laugh anymore, he struggled to get up, and then the whole person fell into the dirt, and he continued to get up, and fell again, and got up again. He took the dagger in Chen Senran's hand and walked into the tent with a nervous smile.

Heath Ledger, kill.

"Kill." These were the last words the man said when he entered the tent. It is also Heath Ledger's last sentence in this world.

Chen Senran dusted off the dirt that had splashed on his black robe, and continued to look at the boundless rainy night with a black umbrella.

The dying struggles of men and girls began to be heard in the tent. And then, nothing.

Chen Senran waited outside for a long time, he never wanted to go in and take a look, it was the salvation that belonged to the poor man named Heath Ledger, not his.

So on that rainy night, in that hellish tent, no one knew what was going on inside the road, and no one knew what was going on inside the road, and no one knew how many demons were inside the road.

"Poof—" A man threw himself out of the tent and fell into the rain-soaked mud.

Chen Senran stood up and looked at the person who came out.

The man looked up and showed his face, a hideous face stained with dirt, oil paint, and countless blood, like the legendary demon, and the old card Hangman, now stained with blood, was stuck in the demon's jacket pocket in a reversed form.

"Heath Ledger ......"

"Shhhhh......h He picked up the old blood-stained dagger in his other hand, pressed it against his horrible face, and rubbed it gently.

"Heath Ledger......" Chen Senran frowned, this guy ...... Seems crazy.

"I told you not to make a noise." The once docile man looked at Chen Senran with an unprecedented cold look, "Also, I'm not called Heath Ledger, from now on, my name is - Sacco, Demon Sacco." Remember, otherwise, I'll kill you. ”

The crazy killing intent that was extremely cold came from the man in front of him like a poisonous snake. Chen Senran's brows furrowed even tighter.

The man who called himself the demon Sacco nervously sat on the ground with the old dagger in his hands as if he were holding a baby in his arms, and let the rain fall all over his body, and he sang a lullaby like a baby, in complete disregard.

"Sleep—sleep—my dear Jessica—no one will bother you anymore."

Chen Senran sighed and didn't say anything more, holding the black umbrella and began to walk back.

"You, wait." The nervous man suddenly called out to Chen Senran.

Chen Senran turned his head suspiciously, all the spiritual power in his body surged to the power of the three phases, if this madman wanted to kill himself, then he promised to burn him to ashes in the first place.

"You seem to be good at killing, don't you?"

"Yes." Chen Senran vaguely knew the madman's intentions.

"Didn't you tell me to help myself? Now I want to help myself, I want to kill many, many people, kill—" Demon Sacco bared his teeth and said the last word, his eyes empty of nothing but madness, "teach me to kill." ”

Chen Senran walked back and squatted down, he suddenly wanted to smoke. In fact, I also forced this guy to be like this, but ...... He was afraid to pat the poor man beside him on the shoulder, but finally put down his hand, and just said:

"If you are sad, cry, killing will only bleed, not tears."

"Are you sad...... Hehehe......" Demon Sacco pulled out an extremely exaggerated smile, he kept laughing, laughing all the time, and laughed so hard that even tears came out, "yes, I'm really sad, because I haven't eaten delicious candy for a long time." ”

He looked up at the dark sky, the rain falling on his face, mixed with tears.

The sweetest taste in my memory is the candy made by my mother that I shared with my sister when I was eight years old.

"It's so sweet. Jessica. He smacked his lips and smiled at the blood-stained dagger.

The night rain continued.

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The second more.

I don't know how to describe it, I feel that I have written a lot of cruelty and a lot of beauty.

I didn't quite express my thoughts. The pen is exhausted.

So be it. I hope that those who like it will like it, and those who don't like it will skip it.

Render to God what is God's, and to Caesar what is Caesar's.

Good night. Everybody.