"Whoa............ Crash............... Whoa.................."

On the coffee table, more than a dozen bottles of plastic jars of sleeping pills were swept down together, rolling to the ground and making a crisp sound.

The young man sitting on the sofa behind the coffee table had sunken eye sockets, pale skin, and the blood vessels that were originally hidden underneath were clearly visible, with a strange decadence, like excessive 、、、 poisoning.

He lit a cigarette, took a silent puff, and spat out a puff of smoke rings.

The young man smiled to himself, and then his gaze began to grow cold, and he held a handful of white pills in his palm, and then he put them all into his mouth and chewed them.

The sleeping pills had a bitter taste when chewed, but the young man seemed to be unaware of it, took another sip of water, and forcibly swallowed all the sleeping pills in his mouth.

However, the mood of the youth is becoming more and more excited, which is a pathological hyperactivity.

He hates this euphoria, he hates this state!

Sleep, he knew he needed to sleep, but for two months, in these two months, he hadn't slept at all, this was no longer a problem of insomnia, but the physical burden caused by not being able to sleep was still obvious.

exhaustion

numbness

panic,

Godless,

All of this fell on him, however, he lost the ability to sleep.

Of course, what he lost was not only this, but also the feeling of hunger, but the disappearance of hunger can also rely on the clock to remind himself to eat.

It's just that this sleep, how to solve it?

"Bang dang!"

The young man smashed his fist on the coffee table in front of him, the glass coffee table shattered in response, and the glass barbs pierced the palm of the young man's hand, the young man held a cigarette in his mouth, and slowly pulled out the barbs in his palm one after another, he seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and the consciousness he originally retained gradually left him because he couldn't sleep for a long time.

Getting up, the young man put on his black sweatshirt, put on his hat, pushed open the door of the rental house, and walked out.

Outside, is the noisy night market street,

The voice of a woman, the voice of a man, the voice of a child, the sound of stir-frying, the sound of shouting,

Many, many voices came together,

Constantly pounding the eardrums of youth,

He felt like he was in the middle of a whirlpool, and everything around him made him feel out of place.

The bars below the casino are often at their busiest at night, surrounded by warblers and men and women, where the depravity and indulgence of human emotions all converge.

A man sat down at the bar, ordered a drink, glass after glass, and drank himself almost numbly.

The young man rests his hands on his counter,

In fact, he knew that alcohol could not anesthetize himself at all, but he did not know what else to do other than this, and in this Eastern European town famous for smuggling, he was in pain for two months and confused for two months.

To live is a kind of torture for him, but he is not willing to die.

He was afraid of death, he was afraid of death,

Death, for most people, is an instinctive fear of the end of life, but for the young man himself, death is so clear, that cold and cold road that seems to have no end in sight, he is unwilling to walk it again.

Birth, is a kind of torture,

Death is a known torture.

He envied those who could commit suicide, at least those who were filled with the joy of relief and freedom in their minds at the moment of suicide.

In fact

If the world knew what kind of end death was,

Maybe

No one in this world dares to commit suicide anymore.

"Bang!"

A white man reached out and grabbed the young man by the hair, and said in the broken English with a thick Russian nasal voice:

"Kleiman, this is the Chinese I told you about who comes here every day to drink a lot, but he never owes a debt, haha, damn it, he has been drinking here for more than a month, let's guess, how much money does he have in his pocket?"

"Vasily, you can touch his pocket. The black man known as Kleiman shouted with a laugh.

"Okay, let me touch it. Vasily, a white man, reached into the pocket of the young man's coat and grabbed a stack of crumpled dollars from it, "Oh, let's see, so many dollars, this Chinese is really rich." ”

Kleiman walked over and put the young man directly on his shoulders, and the two of them walked out of the bar like this.

After all, this town, known as the Golden Triangle of Eastern Europe, has gradually become a place of pure lawlessness with a series of turmoil in Eastern Europe in recent years.

"Puff ............"

The door to the rental house is kicked open by Kleiman, which is the home of the youth.

"Bang!"

The young man was casually thrown to the ground by Kleiman.

"Oh my God, is this guy crazy, with so many sleeping pills, is he here ready to feed the mice?"

The first step into the house Vasily is to start turning things up, the rental house is not big, and it is not difficult to find things.

"Look, there's still money here, and there's cards. Vasily laughed, "More than ten thousand dollars in cash, that's a big fat sheep, Kleiman, you're sure you've investigated, he's not in the company of those Chinese businessmen." ”

"The investigation is clear, there is no such person as him in the Chinese smuggling group, he seems to appear here out of thin air, as if this is a tourist attraction for him, haha. ”

The smuggling town is chaotic but also has its own order, there are gangs, and there are also smuggling organizations belonging to various countries and forces, and those people are not easily offended by Kleiman and Vasily.

Kleiman slowly untied his belt, reached out and grabbed the young man on the ground by the hair, pulling him up,

"Vasily, make me comfortable first, and when I'm comfortable, we'll let this kid spit out more money. ”

Vasily glanced at Kleiman with some disgust, he had always been a little frustrated by the special fetish of this black partner, but this did not prevent the two of them from complicit.

Kleiman took off his trousers, lifted the young man's head hard, and shouted:

"Come, blow it to me well, make me comfortable, I'm comfortable, you'll feel better, you know?"

As he spoke, Kleiman held a pistol in his other hand against the back of the young man's head,

"Well, hurry up, there's a limit to my patience. ”

The youth did not make the slightest movement, which made Kleiman somewhat dissatisfied, and he felt that his majesty had been violated.

"Fuck, bastard, obedient!"

"Bang!"

It's very abrupt,

Shots rang out,

It's not that the gun in Kleiman's hand has gone off, in fact, the back of his head has been smashed at this time, and the whole person glanced behind him with a look of disbelief before dying,

He saw smoke coming from the muzzle of his partner Vasily's gun.

"What............ Will .................."

Kleiman fell to the ground, blood splattered on the young man's body.

Vasily looked at his hands and the gun in his hand with a look of horror,

In the past,

I actually shot Kleiman,

How is this possible,

Why is this happening,

Impossible, impossible!

The young man slowly raised his head, and the black man's blood almost dyed his hair red, dripping wet.

Vasily looked at the young man and raised his head, and saw that the other party's eyes were filled with a strange blood red!

The young man grinned slowly,

A little blood gets into the mouth,

Stimulating the tip of his tongue,

It smells fishy and choking.

Under the gaze of the youth, Vasily raised the gun in his hand little by little, but it was not the youth who was aiming, it was himself who was aiming at the muzzle!

Vasily opened his mouth, his eyes were full of disbelief, and his throat kept coming out of the murmur of "woo-woo", the strange scene that was happening now was really beyond the knowledge of this white man.

Finally, the muzzle of the gun was stuffed into his mouth by Vasily himself, and his hands held the handle of the gun together.

"Woo woo............ Woowoo woo ............"

Vasily looked at the young man with horror,

With a look of supplication on his face,

Now he finally understood that this young man was not a lamb in his own hands.

He's the devil,

A terrible devil!

"Bang!"

Vasily's hand pulled the trigger,

Gunshots rang out,

Vasily fell backwards,

Yin Hong's blood began to slowly cover and flow on the floor.

The young man staggered to his feet, the crimson in his eyes slowly receding, he didn't have the slightest pleasure of revenge, he just staggered open the door, the fresh air outside stimulating his lungs, but bringing with it the kind of sobriety that he hated.

"Puff ............"

The young man leaned against the wall and walked to the trash can on the corner side,

At this moment,

He saw a pair of amber eyes staring at him,

It stood on the edge of the trash can, dressed in white, but it had several piercing wounds on its body, and most of its original white fluff was dyed red.

He looked at it,

It's looking at him, too,

In his eyes, the blood red that had not completely faded was still flickering,

And this injured white cat, its originally pure eyes actually began to glow bloody at this time.

"Meow. ”

This meow, with a timid feeling, as if seeing the same kind, but careful to fear that he would be harmed.

The youth slowly approached the past,

The white cat seemed frightened and jumped away.

The young man sat down on the ground in a daze, leaning against the garbage can.

"You and I............ Same ............ Same ............"

The young man muttered to himself.

The white cat went and returned, slowly approaching the young man again with a little curiosity, and finally, it walked to the young man's side, and the familiar feeling made it subconsciously want to get close to the person in front of it.

The youth stretched out his hand with difficulty,

The white cat's body was trembling slightly, the blood red in its eyes flickering brightly and darkly, as if it was doing a great psychological struggle, but this time, it did not dodge again, but let the young man's hand rest on its head.

A strange and familiar feeling of tiredness slowly hits,

The young man let out a groan, he had been looking for this feeling for more than two months,

Now, it's finally here.

In the icy cold night of the Far East,

A man and a cat snuggle up to each other,

Lying beside the garbage heap,

Fell into a deep sleep.

They are lonely, but it seems to be a strange fate that makes them bump into each other.

Because

They come from,

Same place............