"Don't ...... Stay back! ”

Tears filled with despair stirred and hung haphazardly on the face of this body mixed with rain.

No one can face death, not even the Chosen One.

In order to survive, he has done many, many things that go against his original intention, betrayed people who can't be betrayed, why did he end up like this?

Zhuo Xuan's hands trembled, and he grabbed two handfuls of the wet soil soaked by the rain, trying to support his whole body; But the sharp pain in the abdomen restrained him like chains, and the courage he mustered was not enough to support himself to complete the process of resistance-

What else can be counted on?

Crying, crying for help, wailing, all the sounds were drowned out in the rain that was getting denser and denser, and the splashes of mud bit on his gray skin, and the sound faded out.

He began to fall silent.

may be facing this irresistible ending with silence, or lamenting the fate that has changed but is too late to cherish.

Or regret those regrets that have become a thing of the past.

But in the end, no one can say what is on his mind at this time.

Zhuo Xuan inhabited this body quietly, even though he knew that all this was just a dream under the influence of the strange "Nightmare Eye", but the trembling feeling from the soul was always silent and lingering.

"Have you given up struggling?" The crisp female voice came faintly through the rain, followed by a rush of approaching footsteps, "Give me something, I can let you go." ”

"Impossible," Zhuo Xuan involuntarily laughed miserably, the rain running down his cheeks and into his mouth, the taste bitter, "Without it, I wouldn't have survived the next mission." ”

"But at least you can live now."

The woman said perfunctorily, apparently running out of patience. She stopped talking, but silently approached Zhuo Xuan, crouching next to this body whose vitality was gradually dissipating, and the military thorn in her hand was slowly handed out......

"Ah————h

The mournful wails dissolved in the rain, and the trembling air seemed to echo the indissoluble pain.

Blood flowed from the punctured holes, representing the passage of life.

She pulled out the thorn that had pierced into Zhuo Xuan's body, and Zhuo Xuan, who was trembling violently and her face was gray, her eyes were blurred, and her lips were slightly open, as if she was muttering something, but after all, no one could hear her.

The woman didn't get up, she stretched out her arms and slowly hugged the still fresh body in front of her into her arms, one hand slowly took off the black watch on Zhuo Xuan's wrist, and the other slender arm hooked Zhuo Xuan's neck, gradually exerting force.

The constant flow of blood carried away the vitality of this body, and the strength dissipated in the body made the thought of a last fight a luxury. Zhuo Xuan's face gradually turned red, and his body instinctively struggled and writhed.

Suddenly, at one point, he thought of the fish that had been fished out of the water by the fishmonger.

Over and over again, catch the fish, lift it high, and throw it towards solid ground.

"Don't struggle, it's almost fine, hehe......"

The woman smiled, and her slender arms erupted with great strength.

The choked throat seemed to cut off the only life, Zhuo Xuan's brain went blank, and he hallucinated to hear a palpitating clicking sound and hallucinated to smell a fragrance from the woman's body.

The fragrance does not dissolve in the rain, and has a faint bitter taste, like a plump daisy blooming in the countryside and absorbing countless sunshine, which makes people feel inexplicably familiar.

Is that......

……

Zhuo Xuan's eyes opened suddenly, and he kicked hard as if he was stepping into the air.

He sat up straight from the ground, the pain in his memory like a physically draining nightmare, and his heart palpitated. Zhuo Xuan unconsciously touched his intact body, and the clothes on his back could already be wrung out of water.

In the heavy gasping sound, Zhuo Xuan remembered the purpose of coming to the Tinglin City Metropolitan Police Department in a trance. The Chosen One, who has died, the strange creature "Nightmare Eye", everything comes to mind naturally.

It's just that I just felt like I had kicked something......

Looking around, Zhuo Xuan's gaze suddenly froze, and the strange color on his face became more and more intense, and only after this atmosphere could no longer be embarrassing did he exclaim: "Brother Lian......"

In Zhuo Xuan's sight, Zhang Lian, who was wearing a police uniform, happened to have two shoe prints of different heights on his chest, and he didn't have to think about it, it must have been done when he just woke up.

Compared with accidentally kicking Zhang Lian twice, Zhuo Xuan felt that what was more serious was that he couldn't explain his motive for coming to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Although this will all refresh when the mission is over; But now that he is still in the task of releasing the black watch, Zhuo Xuan is hard to argue.

Use your brains, use your brains!

Run away and knock unconscious...... What's the use of being seen in the face!

Zhuo Xuan's smile was stiff, his facial muscles were slightly sore, he was about to fish in troubled waters, but then he thought that before he fell unconscious, he had heard a familiar voice. Without waiting for his own answer, consciousness was sucked into the fragments of the consciousness of the dead Chosen One. In reality, time still passes normally.

Now that I think about it, the owner of that voice will only happen to be Zhang Lian.

After discovering himself who had fainted, Zhang Lian did not call the police, let alone wake himself up, but silently guarded his side. If the other party really has the slightest idea of harming themselves, how can they do this?

As if he had seen through his thoughts, Zhang Lian patted the dust on his chest and clothes, but the shoe prints were engraved on the clothes like tattoos, which made Zhuo Xuan smile embarrassedly, in exchange for the former's slightly resentful glare.

"I know what you're here for. You asked me about the deceased before, and it is not easy to guess your whereabouts," Zhang Lian sighed slowly, "I know, your parents have been absent, and their whereabouts are unknown, and now it is rare to have a girl around you who can treat each other sincerely, so I put all my heart and soul into it......"

Girl? Purpose?

What and what!

Originally, when he heard the first half of the sentence, Zhuo Xuan's mood couldn't help but be a little gloomy, but when Zhang Lian said more and more outrageous, that gloomy mood had long since disappeared. Hearing Zhang Lian's words, Zhuo Xuan naturally realized that it was the original excuse that helped round his lie, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that there is a free providence in the dark.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone about this," Zhang Lian's words made Zhuo Xuan feel more relaxed, "It's just that you don't want to do such a dangerous thing anymore, and I can't tell you more about this case, lest you mess around again." ”

In Zhang Lian's view, Zhuo Xuan is just a hot-blooded stunned young man who wants to protect his "girlfriend", and when he saw that the murderer was not caught in time, he sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department alone to collect evidence, trying to play the role of a detective.

While guarding this courage, Zhang Lian's decision is also to protect Zhuo Xuan.