The siren whined, mixed with the sound of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the ground, oh~da~da, suddenly, he turned around and smiled at the person in front of him, it was so miserable, from his eyes it seemed that he had been thinking about death for a long time.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman with a vicissitudes of life shouted, "No, don't, Xiaoyuan, look at your mother." Tears ticked down the wrinkled cheeks and pounded on the gray ground. The middle-aged woman struggled to run towards the lonely, slightly emaciated figure, but the spectators around her, the police stopped her, who knows if he will burst out and kill people?

The middle-aged woman cried, begged, and even knelt down, just to talk to her son and meet him. He looked around, and the cold eyes and grim faces around her made her heart break even more. She suddenly found that everything had become unrecognizable and blurred.

Suddenly, a young policeman ran out, and a slightly fat policeman next to him who seemed to be a little old reached out and pulled the figure who was hurrying out, but unfortunately it was a step too slow. A pair of slender hands stretched out, and a slightly magnetic voice slowly came out. "Auntie, you get up first, you make it difficult for us to do this?"

A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged woman, as if she had found hope. The middle-aged woman begged in a low voice, "Can you let me go?" After all, the little policeman had just graduated not long ago, and he was a little nervous when he saw this scene, and nodded subconsciously. The old policeman who looked a little blessed glared at the young policeman and said softly: "Xiaowei, I know that you have a good relationship with him, but that was only before, remember, he is a murderer now, remember it for me." "Stop his mother, don't let her rush over. The young policeman couldn't help but shudder.

Wang Ziyuan saw his mother kneeling down for his former teammates in order to see him, just to beg to see him again. The prince couldn't help it when he was far away, and when he saw his mother like this, his heart couldn't help but go back to the old days. Suddenly, in a move that no one expected, he put down the gun in his hand and walked in the direction of his mother.

Every step of the way touches everyone's hearts, and with the howling cold wind, everyone's heart is beating thumping. And this howling cold wind seems to be **, telling everything that is plain. He reached out and touched his face, which was slightly wet.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and everyone's hearts seemed to be pressed against a heavy stone, and everyone couldn't breathe. Suddenly, a dense light rain fell in the sky, and the raindrops hit Wang Ziyuan's face lightly, which was so ordinary, but full of perseverance.

Some lamented for him, others cursed angrily, and the noise of one after another suppressed the sound of the rain. No one will be able to forget that face, even many years later.

He walked so slowly, his face was calm and terrifying, maybe time didn't remember him. He still remembered that bright and delicate smiling face, but it all drifted away with the cold people in front of him. He also thought about what he could do, he always said that she would be lonely when she was alone, and how scared she should be if she was bullied without him by her side.

Gradually, the rain in the sky became lighter, and the people who came and went in a hurry also came. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and I could clearly see the expressions on everyone's faces, even the tiny hairs on their faces. I could see that they were excited, excited, angry, and reluctant, but they were not worthless. Maybe everyone thinks he deserves to die, after all, he has too many dead souls under his command.

Bang, only a dull sound was heard, and something fell from the ground, and it was impossible to see clearly, only a black snakeskin bag. No one paid much attention to what he had left behind, only that he was the most important thing.

Suddenly, people only saw a black shadow rushing to the edge of the rooftop, he turned his head and smiled, and whispered: "Qingling, I came to you, don't be afraid, I will protect you in the future." With that, he jumped into the air, no one knew what would happen next, and no one would have thought that he would be so unyielding.

Suddenly, the crowd erupted like boiling hot water, and the scene was chaotic for a while. Each policeman shouted and commanded, trying to calm the chaos, but no one listened.

In the chaotic crowd, there was a sudden sigh, and the young policeman rushed downstairs, although he knew that the person would not survive, but still rushed down, and the old policeman next to him frowned and said slowly: "Go down and see, hurry!" Although there is a lot of reluctance in my heart, but as a people's policeman, the most basic professionalism is still there.

Wang Ziyuan's figure fell downward, and the bright smiling face gradually appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Bang," the prince fell heavily on the gray and black cement road, and the bright red blood instantly stained the surrounding soil. Like a broken watermelon, the broken corpse had long since changed beyond recognition, everything had lost its original color, and the warm blood slowly devoured everything that was cold and silent around him.

Calm and short-lived, fleeting, the sky began to rain sparsely, and the whole sky seemed to return to the boundless darkness when it was wrapped, fear and darkness became its only main tone, and the bright red was still lonely and could not be erased.