The endless blood-colored sky is constantly spreading with hideous and terrifying patterns as if someone has been splashed with red paint.

There was a disgusting, disgusting smell of rust wafting through the air.

The disgusting smell seemed to emanate from the oppressive pool of black-red liquid in the man's hand, but as if he had lost all sense, his right hand kept rubbing back and forth against the puddle of liquid.

There was no expression on his face, he was as stunned as a wooden chicken, and he couldn't tell who was who.

From time to time, a few mournful wails crept into his ears, like the chirping of crows in the evening, and as if he was singing an elegy for the two corpses stacked in front of the man's eyes.

I didn't realize that the world is not black or white, but red.

It's a blood-like red.

Fearful, untouchable red.

"Ha ......"

The man's mouth opened several times, but he could not utter a complete sentence, and only the sound of heavy breathing continued to sound in the air.

Although he had faced the scene in front of him more than once, every time he saw him again, his heart was still so painful that he was numb, and he couldn't speak.

He hated his own incompetence.

Regardless of whether the revenge succeeds or not, even the enemy cannot be found.

So apart from a sentence of sorry, an infinite loop of sorry, he really doesn't know what else to say, but that was only the reaction of the first few times, and as for now, he can't make any sound anymore.

Nothing but the empty gaze, the puppet-like expression, and the endless remorse, chagrin, and hatred in the chest.

Suddenly, the two bodies in front of the man moved.

Although it was a slow wriggling like a reptile, one of the larger corpses suddenly raised its head.

The hair hanging in front of her eyes was entangled and glued into several balls of blood, and two faint blue lights like ghostly fire emerged from them, and her eyes could be vaguely seen to be wide open, which made the man tremble.

"Kiri ........."

The man's expression was pained, and two hesitant words were squeezed out of his clenched teeth.

"Why, I'm like this?"

Contrary to the seeping appearance, the woman's voice was unexpectedly normal, like the resentful tone of a young girl who was abandoned by her sweetheart.

“.........”

The man hung his head in pain and said nothing.

"Why don't you speak? Why don't you look at me? You think I'm ugly now, don't you? Don't you want to admit that I'm your wife?"

The woman ruffled the hair that covered her face, revealing an unrecognizable face, and slowly moved her body to approach the man leaning against the wall.

Her legs were already below the knees, and only Bai Sensen's bones remained, exuding an incomparably cold aura in the moonlight. A pair of hands that should have been as white as jade are also full of holes at the moment, and red flowers are constantly emerging from them to the outside.

She grabbed the man's trouser legs with those hands, and her mouth continued to ask questions.

The man still didn't answer her.

He just buried his head between his knees and let out a low, mournful roar. He didn't know how many more times he would suffer from this reciprocating cycle, and he was holding his head so hard that he was almost suffocating.

"Daddy......"

Suddenly, a crisp and immature child's voice made the man tremble again.

"Don't you recognize me, don't you want me and my mother?"

The aggrieved child's voice gradually penetrated his eardrums, and the man began to shake his head like crazy. He understood that all this was an illusion, but the entanglement surging in his heart doomed him to be unable to get out of this illusion on his own.

The sleep he needs is actually not long, about two hours a day is equivalent to the quality of 8 hours of ordinary people. Even so, he would have brief dreams, in which he would suffer night after night from the torture of his conscience.

It's been a year.

At first, he would be glad to see his dead wife and daughter in his dreams, even if they were like this, even if they kept saying things that made him embarrassed, as long as they were still them.

But now that I think about it, I still think about everything too simply.

No one can face completely different things day and night, and he has tried to adapt himself, but he really can't.

He misses his wife and daughter very much, but not like that.

But he actually knew in his heart that the reason why he was becoming more and more numb was not only because of repeated nightmares, but also because the recognition of his own incompetence was becoming clearer and clearer.

He hated his incompetence, but there was no solution.

Yes, it's been a year since I lived in this city.

It's been a year since the night he fell into the abyss.

But no clues have been found about the murderers of Kiri and Kaede.

In this way, what if you have the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth?

Even if he patrolled all corners of the city day and night, no amount of punishment and evil would not be able to hide the fact that he was a wasted person.

The blood and revenge of his wife and daughter can't be avenged, and the things he does are just self-comfort and self-avoidance.

"Dad, I really want to eat fish-flavored shredded pork......"

This is the man's daughter Xiaofeng's favorite dish before her death, and now it is also the most sentimental sentence for men.

I remember that when the family was happy in the past, he would always tell Xiaofeng that he couldn't eat too much of his favorite dishes, otherwise he would get tired of eating no matter how much he loved them.

So he told his wife that it would be good to make the fish-flavored shredded pork once a week, so that every time Xiaofeng ate it, he would be as happy and satisfied as the first time he ate it.

But now, he regrets that he didn't let Xiao Feng eat more in the first place.

But who could have imagined what would happen in the future?

And as Xiao Feng said this, the man also understood that tonight's dream was about to end. Because every day is the same, this "nightmare" ends every day with the saddest words that make him the most.

"I'm sorry ......"

The man knelt down, his face contorted with pain.

"I'm sorry........."