Cheng Jiayi turned around, but the snow-white courtyard blooming with red plums, the antique corridor, two pairs of neat shoes in front of the door, and two old people sitting opposite each other...... Looping in my mind, echoing the word "murderer" one after another.

She walked around the corpses strewn in front of the door and walked out into the street.

Quiet streets, lined with trees, elegant houses, occasional clusters of red plums on the side of the walls, and the occasional breeze blowing up a layer of snow.

If they hadn't been here, it would still be a pure land and a paradise that had not been disturbed by the outside world.

But here they are.

They are robbers!

No, they are not only robbers, but murderers.

Cheng Jiayi wandered on the quiet streets, looking at the scenery on both sides that she had only seen in the inside, and looking at the snow-covered mountains in the distance, like a newly dressed mountain peak.

She walked slowly to a wide open door and looked through the wide open courtyard door.

This is also an antique courtyard, with two lines of traces in the snow-covered courtyard, and red lanterns hanging from the corridors on both sides of the courtyard, reflecting the red plum in one corner of the courtyard.

Cheng Jiayi stepped in and carefully let go of the two lines in the middle.

The tatami mat at the door was a little old, but it was clean and clean, and inside, next to the cushion, a big rag doll stared out.

As if right here, a little girl spread her arms and dragged a knife longer than her body to stop at the door.

That little girl is even smaller than Nuan Nuan.

Cheng Jiayi walked in, and the snow on the soles of her shoes left two lines of water stains on the tatami mats.

She reached out and picked up the rag doll and held it in her arms.

Turning around, she saw Du Yiyi standing at the door, with emotions in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

She knew that what was revealed in her eyes was something that Du Yiyi couldn't understand.

Because she doesn't understand it herself.

They stared at each other until they couldn't bear each other, and at the same time looked away.

Cheng Jiayi walked out slowly, walked to the door, and looked sideways at the red plum in the yard.

This is the third time I have looked at the plum blossoms seriously, so beautiful, delicate, dazzling, and the blooming red plums soon overlapped with the little girl's face.

She couldn't forget, not even banish that face, those childish voices, from her mind.

She walked over, gently plucked one and stuck it in the sideburns of the rag doll.

Snow, suddenly and lightly, fell from the sky, one by one, silently, not even the wind.

They walked out of the courtyard gate in silence and returned along the street from which they had come.

The town in the snow is particularly beautiful, and the tranquility is full of ancient comfort, if you can ignore the smell of blood lingering on the tip of your nose, if not the sound of cars moving in the distance.

They went back to the courtyard, to the gate of the courtyard, which was covered in blood and corpses.

Cheng Jiayi slowly walked to the gate of the courtyard and picked up the snow. Under the snow, the girl's colorful clothes, a snow-white face, and wide-open eyes were gradually revealed.

Those eyes were still clear, just looking at the sky above them so clearly.

A piece of snow fell, falling right on the girl's wide-open eyes, blocking her clear eyes.

Life is gone, and not even the snow will melt here.

Cheng Jiayi slowly peeled off the snow around her until the little girl was fully exposed, she gently placed the rag doll on the girl's chest and put her hands under the girl's body.

A snow-white boot suddenly reached over and trampled on the little girl's hair.

Cheng Jiayi paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at the devil who looked like an angel.

"This kind of thing, why is it so annoying to girls?" The devil smiled softly, spoke softly, and reached out and grabbed the little girl by the collar and lifted her up.

The rag doll rolled off the girl, hit Cheng Jiayi's hand, and landed in a pool of the girl's blood.

The girl's neck was leaning back, her limbs hanging limply, and she swayed slightly.

Cheng Jiayi grabbed the rag doll and stood up.

"Give her to me." Cheng Jiayi said softly, word by word.

Andre raised his eyebrows, smiled at the corners of his mouth, looked down at Cheng Jiayi slightly, and said politely: "This is mine." Boss Cheng, this is my trophy. ”

Then, leaning forward slightly, he uttered the most cruel words in the softest of tones: "This is the smallest trophy I have ever killed, and I will cut her head open to see what kind of crystals will give her the courage to stop in front of me." ”

Cheng Jiayi grabbed the rag doll's fingers and gradually clenched them, she glared at Andre, and said again without question: "I said, give her to me." ”

Andrei chuckled, and suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and his usually gentle face showed a disproportionate cruel expression: "Want her? Okay, take it for yourself! ”

As he spoke, he shook the girl's collar and shook it. The girl's hair was scattered.

Du Yiyi stepped forward and stood on Andrei's left side.

Qin Feng didn't know when he appeared, so he also stepped forward and stood on Andrei's right side.

Andre didn't seem to see the two of them, and looked at Cheng Jiayi without blinking: "Hehe, Boss Cheng, if you say this when she is alive, I can still respect you." Unfortunately, she died. What do you have to say? Cat crying mouse? ”

It was as if a sharp blade was deeply rooted in Cheng Jiayi's heart. Not only tied up, but also stirred violently.

Cheng Jiayi's face was terrifyingly white, the red of her lips had faded, and her dark eyes were bottomless.

She raised her left hand: "I said, put, she, give, me!" ”

"Haha," Andre laughed, "yes, here you go!" ”

Behind him, the sound of the convoy approaching the town, Andre laughed and stretched out his hand, just at the moment when Cheng Jiayi's fingers touched the corner of the girl's clothes, his hand suddenly loosened, but he quickly grabbed the girl's head and pinched it.

Burst!

Cheng Jiayi's hand paused, and the rag doll in the other hand suddenly fell.

Andrei's slender fingers sank deep into the girl's broken head.

Click! In Cheng Jiayi's heart, something suddenly shattered.

Murderer! Murderer!! Murderer!!!

The different voices all repeat the same two words, until finally, they converge into a crisp and immature voice, which loops in the mind repeatedly.

Her eyes seemed to blur, and the little girl's small body was suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, and the broken skull was falling off piece by piece, and a sinful hand was being pulled from the skull.

She grabbed the corner of the girl's clothes and gently, as if she was afraid of waking the girl.

Everything seemed to her in slow motion.

The rag doll falls slowly, slowly, as if the distance from the ground is out of reach.

The girl's skull detached slowly, slowly, as if extremely reluctant to leave.

Little by little, the cruelty in Andrei's eyes emerged.

Cheng Jiayi's gaze suddenly left her control and looked at the red plum in the corner of the courtyard. The red plum is swaying, and in the air, there seems to be a dark fragrance coming.

She remembered something, her eyes drooping slightly. On the head of the rag doll, the red plum she pinned with her own hands is gone.