Sometimes, even Chen Yu himself is thinking about why he joined this industry in the first place, but when he got to such a position now, he couldn't help himself and fell deeper and deeper.

The length of darkness is never longer than the white night.

The night was sporadic with rain, the alleys were muddy, and the smell of dirt and sewage was in the middle of the nose.

The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of murder, and it has always been like this.

Qin Luzhen sat on the ground, looking at all this happening in front of her with a frightened expression, like an animal that had been frightened, and the six gods were frightened.

Yuxi walked over to her step by step, a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and handed the iron rod in his hand to her casually.

Reflecting the dim yellow of the street lamp, the iron rod of almost one meter glows with the unique luster of metal.

Blood beads were dripping down the murder weapon.

Under such a dim light, this color fell in Qin Luzhen's eyes, and it was as black as ink.

She shrank back sharply, looked up in dazed horror, and looked at the girl in front of her.

"Take it. What are you afraid of, according to your head, as long as you go down with a stick, you will be free. ”

Yuxi was dressed in white, with an innocent smile on his face, and his sweet voice was like an angel, casually saying words like death.

It seemed that he didn't react for a long time, so he put one hand in his trouser pocket, squatted down in front of him, and raised the iron rod in his hand, as if he was showing off his toys.

Then, there was a touch of warmth on her fingertips, and she pulled Qin Luzhen's hand and stuffed the stick into her hand.

Yuxi stood up and leaned sideways to give way to the picture behind her. In the dim light, in the dark alley, a black funeral is being staged.

She stretched out her hand, and her white right hand swiped casually in the cold of the rainy night, as if showing her results.

"Don't be afraid, the old thing will help you with the rest of the matter. You just have to walk over and beat him up. Look at the wounds on your body, why? He hit you so many times, don't you hate? ”

"Some people, it's him who deserves to die. You're not even afraid of suicide, are you still afraid of dragging him to hell with you? ”

The voice was like the charm of a fox demon, and every time it fell into Qin Luzhen's ears, it poked at the string of reason in her mind.

Qin Luzhen was stunned, and the hatred in her heart rose again, she raised her head tremblingly and looked at the other side, there was a man slumped on the ground over there, covering his head and moaning uncontrollably.

There was a trace of struggle in Qin Luzhen's eyes, but the hatred in her heart continued to eat away at her reason, grievances, unwillingness, and even the past all appeared in front of her.

The touch in her hand was a little sticky, tingling in her palm.

I don't know if the iron rod at this time seems to have a thousand catties, or if this liquid is too slippery, Qin Luzhen can't hold it. But she didn't want to throw away the iron rod like this, so she hurriedly changed her hand to hold it.

There was a hint of coolness in her hand, Qin Luzhen looked down, and in her white palm, the stickiness turned out to be the slippery of blood.

The color left by the blood stains is a terrible red!

The blood was originally red, and under the cover of countless auras on the side, it was the endless darkness......

Qin Luzhen's pupils shrank violently, and the darkness in her eyes was expanding infinitely......

It was the rain, it was the blood, drop after drop, smashing into the mire in front of her eyes, stirring up faint ripples.

As at the beginning of all stories, Chen Yu smoked a cigarette and looked up at the thick clouds in the night sky.

With blood on his hands, he said, I want to be a good person.