It had been a long time since Wang Zilong had looked closely at his father. The habit that he developed many years ago www.biquge.info made him deliberately avoid this man at all times.

When he lurked in an alley where his father had to go home, his mind was so chaotic that he couldn't even remember what his father looked like.

Home can't be called home for a long time, my mother is dead, what's the point of killing Wang Jian? He was confused. I felt that I was pushed to this stall by an invisible hand, and I didn't have time to think about it.

Wang Zilong shook his head, he couldn't think too much, if he thought too much, he wouldn't be able to kill anyone.

In the distance, a staggering figure was walking towards him.

Although he had forgotten Wang Jian's appearance, he could be sure that person was Wang Jian just by looking at the silhouette in the darkness.

He even felt that blood ties were like a thin thread that held one or two people together.

Wang Zilong shook his head vigorously, the arrow was already on the string.

The figure was closer, and breathing could be heard as it had become heavy from drinking.

Wang Jian was already drunk.

Wang Zilong knows Wang Jian's habits, he goes out to drink two glasses every other day, and when he gets drunk, he will get drunk, and when he gets drunk, he will inevitably beat people when he goes home.

As soon as he thought of this, his desire to kill became a little stronger.

"You can't live because you've done your own sin, no wonder I."

Wang Jian finally staggered and moved closer.

There are ten meters left.

Five meters.

Three meters.

He looked up and glanced suspiciously at Wang Zilong, who was standing at the base of the alley wall.

In a trance, it felt a little familiar.

Son?

Wang Jian's eyes softened. It must be a mistake, the little bunny won't come back! The little rabbit cub's wings have long been stiff, and he will only do it against me, and he is holding back his heart to take his mother away and leave me to fend for himself, he wants to be beautiful!

Thinking of this, and with the strength of the wine, Wang Jian's nose soured.

It's better to be nice to your mother-in-law. Occasionally, Wang Jian would also come up with such thoughts, but he just thought that if he could control the hands that loved to beat people, his son would not treat him as an enemy.

Thinking wildly in his heart, Wang Jian didn't notice that the person in front of him had stretched out his hand to him.

He thought that people were going to help him, so he also stretched out his hand, and wanted to say thank you in his mouth.

Whoosh -

As soon as his neck was cold, Wang Jian's wine woke up most of the time. His eyes were opened, and his gaze was focused.

Son? Is the person in front of him really Wang Zilong?

Just when he wanted to raise his hand and rub his eyes, the second knife came.

This time it wasn't just a chill on the neck, but also hot blood gushing out.

"What's wrong? Xiaolong, what's wrong? ”

His hands were scratching in the air, his mouth opening and closing a few times, and he wanted to shout, but he could only make an ah-ah-oh sound, like a stranded fish.

Wang Jian was also frightened, he had never seen so much blood in his life, more than water flowing out of the pipe.

Run, he only had one thought.

"Save ...... Save...... Little Dragon......"

Wang Jian tried his best, but his voice was like a mosquito humming.

He never thought that he would die in such an ordinary day, such a dirty alley, alone.

What made him most unwilling was to die at the hands of his own son.

This bunny! What a bunny!

Two minutes later, Wang Jian breathed alone.

The night was dark and the wind was high, Wang Zilong threw the blade into the trash can along the road and rushed home with a body full of blood.

The mother's body was still in the bedroom, and the flies were buzzing and noisy.

But he couldn't dispose of his mother's body, he had to pretend that he never came back, only in this way could he dissociate himself from his father's death.

I took a cool shower and washed the blood off my clothes.

Fresh blood stains washed away with a flush of water.

Wang Zilong sat on a stool in the living room, his mind blank. is dead, and he is the only one left in this family from then on.

He rarely goes home, and every time he comes back, he feels a little stranger to home.

But this time, for the first time, he felt cold.

This is no longer a home, at most an empty house.

After about an hour, the ability to think gradually recovered, Wang Zilong took out his mobile phone and dialed his mother's number, and sent a prompt that he could not be reached.

"Damn!" Wang Zilong walked around the house a few times anxiously, "What do you mean by this person?!" Now the play is missing?! ”

Like every young man who has done something stupid, Wang Zilong's heart is full of chagrin.

Inexplicably, he became the murderer of his biological father, an out-and-out murderer. He didn't even think about the whole thing.

Why, exactly? I? Kill my dad?

He looked at his right hand, which had taken the blade, and the cold was still felt on his fingertips.

Smack-

Wang Zilong slapped himself hard, wishing it was a dream, as long as he could wake up, he would be willing to take the most vicious beating.

Half an hour later, he finally accepted reality.

The toughest question at the moment is, will the person who encouraged him to sin really help deal with the aftermath? Wang Zilong had no bottom in his heart.

He panicked even more when he thought that Wang Jian's body was still in that alley and would be found after dawn.

No, we have to go back and see!

Put on a hoodie, Wang Zilong went out.

On summer nights, there are occasionally a few insect chirps, but no matter how usual, Wang Zilong is already a soldier.

He wore a hat, his head bowed, and his steps hurried. The slightest sound would have caused him to look around nervously.

It was half past four, and it was about an hour before dawn.

When he came to the mouth of the alley, Wang Zilong slowed down, he saw a faint light in the alley, the reason why it looked faint was because the light was extremely concentrated, and it should be a very high-grade flashlight.

There was a figure next to the light.

It's the guy on the phone!

Wang Zilong instantly identified the other party, as the man was dissecting the arm of a corpse.

Wang Zilong hesitated, the other party had a knife in his hand, and it was not difficult to see through the previous communication that the other party paid great attention to hiding his identity. When he appeared at this time, Wang Zilong was like a meat ticket that saw the kidnapper's face [see note 1 at the end of the article], and he was easily killed!

Let's hide and observe the situation.

Wang Zilong had just hid behind the trash can not far away, and the flashlight flickered, and he shone towards the trash can.

Hold the grass! Discovered?!

Wang Zilong's heart suddenly beat like a drum.

Footsteps are coming towards the trash can!

Wang Zilong nervously held the half brick on the ground in his hand.

Just take a look and run! It's just a scalpel, after all, it's a "short weapon", and it's not Guan Gong's Qinglong Yanyue, as long as you throw off the distance, it's safe. Wang Zilong had already made up his mind in his heart.

Even if he didn't know his identity, he had to at least look at the appearance of this mysterious person, and he would be relieved to know himself and his opponent.

The footsteps stopped, and at this time, the two were separated by only a garbage can.

The other party lifted the lid of the bucket, and the sour smell came to his nose.

A night cat is alarmed and sprang out of the garbage can.

Wang Zilong stared at the diagonal upwards, ready to throw the bricks at any moment.

About 5 seconds later, the other party left again.

When he returned to the trash can again, he hid Wang Jian's body in the bucket.

"Almost."

The other man muttered to himself for a very short time, closed the lid of the trash can, and left the other side of the alley.

Wang Zilong remembered two points:

First, the man was tall, at least 185;

Second, sound. Although it was only three words, he imprinted that voice in his memory.