Feng Zhibi understands that he is not a good person, but he has such an extravagant hope: at least he wants to be a good person in front of her, whether it is fake or pretending. Even if everyone in the world knows about it, as long as you hide it.

Just such a one, now also crushed!

Thinking of the sentence that Zhao Min cried at the end, "Feng Zhi, killing people is to pay for your life!" You can't escape either! I'm ...... I regret knowing you!" Feng Zhi bit his lip, and Yin Wu's expression was full of annoyance, making his face completely deformed. Regret it? He's done so much and never thought about regret.

Zhao Min said: She regrets knowing herself.

After the mobile phone was thrown out, Feng Zhi picked up the phone card from the ground and easily broke it in half in his hand, and after throwing it on the ground, Feng Zhi also crushed it with his foot, until the metal object could not see any shape, and it was impossible to use it again or be tracked by the signal.

"Paying for your life? Can't escape? "He doesn't care about these at all, his fate and fate can only be decided by himself, even if he doesn't want him, he won't give it to others!

Zhao Min finally asked, "Song Bo is you... Killed? At that time, Feng Zhi could hear her voice trembling.

Zhao Min also laughed at himself in his heart at that time: What is the need to ask about something that has been seriously determined in his heart? What was she expecting? Expect him to admit or refute?

Feng Zhi leaned against the fence of the balcony and looked at the ground, smiling ironically. "Guess what: Am I killed? Or not? He didn't know how many times he had thought about this matter in his heart, but when the picture of Song Bo lying there was placed in front of him, Feng Zhi's heart was far less touched than Zhao Min's casual words now.

Because Song Bo is far less important to him than Zhao Min.

In Feng Zhi's eyes: Song Bo's death, that is his life, unclear recognition of people, stubbornness, keeping money, and not knowing how to show weakness are the reasons why he really died. If there is one of these things that he avoids, he will not end up so miserable.

"The result of his death was his own choice." Whether Zhao Min believes it or not, this sentence is a fact that Feng Zhi has seen.

"You madman, you're going to hell, the police will catch you!" Zhao Min's emotions had collapsed at that time, and she didn't want to listen to Feng Zhi say a word more! Such a person should not live in this world at all! It's so dark!

"Maybe~" Feng Zhi wanted to listen to her more, even if it was cold or bad, he didn't care. But Zhao Min's sentence "I really regret knowing you" made his blandness suddenly high-pitched. Feng Zhi didn't know the name of this feeling, but the inexplicable uncomfortable feeling was like swallowing a mouthful of hot chaos, and he couldn't swallow it and couldn't spit it out.

Zhao Min's sudden hanging up made him very mad, angry and disgusted, and Feng Zhi had long been accustomed to this kind of emotion.

Because every time Zhao Min hung up his phone, he was angry and out of control in the house like a madman every time. Whether Zhao Min said happy or sad, he was as moody as ever.

After coming down from the rooftop, Feng Zhi locked himself in the room alone.

None of the mirrors in the room were intact, the tables and chairs were full of potholes, the appliances were almost all waste, the shards of wine bottles were splashed everywhere, and even the sheets and bedding were covered with large pieces of glass.

Because the door of Feng Zhi's room was specially made of metal, the sound was particularly abrupt when the glass was smashed.

Hearing the noise, the man sitting in the chair opened his eyes and looked out through the iron gate.

It turned out that Feng Zhizai had been next door all along.

Guan Xi's stunned gaze fell on the black cloth more than ten meters in front of him, what was behind this? Guan Xi regretted a little that he didn't tear it open when he fled last time, but now he doesn't have a chance, but the curiosity in his heart is a little more.

The noisy smashing sound continued, which could make Feng Zhi lose control so much, whether it was Lu Huainian or not, Guan Xi was in a good mood. The messy hair covered one of Guan Xi's eyes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly opened when he heard a roar.

Isn't he crazy? It's good to be completely insane!

Guan Xi was waiting for that moment.

After extreme madness, Feng Zhi suddenly quieted down.

Without blinking his eyes, he just lay down on the bed behind him in a daze.

In an instant, the sheet under him was stained with red spots, and the person on the bed kept his eyes open and didn't move, just staring at the top of his head that was so dilapidated that the ceiling had fallen off the wall.

After a long time, he turned his head to look at the wall clock of the school outside the window, the hour hand pointed to the Arabic numeral four, and the heavy bell of the wall clock rang steadily four times.

This voice has accompanied him for several years, and whenever he hears the bell, Feng Zhi will stop what he is doing and quietly relax for a while, and the bell also happens to play a partial calming role.

Quiet, that was just an illusion, because after physical torture, Feng Zhi began to fall into the inner struggle zone.

In the past, he couldn't tell whether Zhao Min's words were for himself or Song Bo who he was impersonating. He hates him but can't wait to be him, after a long time, Feng Zhi is really about to think of himself as Song Silk, no, sometimes he has become Song Silk himself.

He slowly cultivated himself into the person he hated the most. In his imagination, these words were all said to him, but in reality, they were all snatched away by a person named Song Bo. But Feng Zhi knew he couldn't hear it! I can't hear you! So these are all for him, right?

And now? Zhao Min already knew that he was the one who pretended to be Song Bo, and he tore off all his disguises with his own hands and cut off his back road.

Feng Zhi covered his face and smiled, laughing creepy. Then, the laughter in the room sounded like a mixture of cries.

Feng Zhi got up and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, which was broken to the point that only a third of the time was sticky, like a monster looking at his face.

He heard someone around him say to him

Feng Zhi, you can't be me in this life, go dream! You lunatic!

Feng Zhi looked at the people in the air, his eyes were full of disdain, "Do you think I'm rare?" How rare am I to be you? Joke!"

"You're a joke now! Now look at who is in front of you? Who are you?"

Feng Zhi's smile gradually disappeared, he is Feng Zhi, he is Feng Zhi! No, he doesn't seem to be, who is he? Who is he?

Feng Zhi, you won't end well, people are watching.

Feng Zhi, let's cooperate.

Is he Feng Zhi? Is he Song Bo? Is he still Guan Cong?

He seems to be called Feng Zhi? But Song Bo in front of him told him that he was Guan Cong.

The sins that you have created yourself must pay for them.

Three names, three lives, three groups of families, what does Feng Zhi need to bear after three identities?

Counting each of them is something he thinks is okay, but his psychology can never bear it.