The mutilated corpses in the dark and quiet night are like dolls that have been abandoned because of the bad games of a child, and they are thrown away in the corner. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blackened, withered blood emitted a strong stench, like a carpet of excrement that had been scavenged on the earth, picked up from a garbage dump.

A corpse curled up like a baby in the womb, lazily and comfortably lying in the laurel wreath, the only one on a high-backed sofa.

The shriveled and wrinkled skin was as loose as a mask on his face, but it was as quiet as an old man who had passed away in a peaceful sleep, his cloudy pupils flashed with the pious light of a saint, and his black lips pursed a serene smile, like a wanderer returning home.

The withered fingers clenched a card as red as blood flowed, and the red eyes depicted in the center of the card seemed to despise everything in the world.

A pair of hands, a pair of trembling hands, slowly but surely reached for the corpse on the curled high-backed sofa, but retracted as if electrocuted.

The turquoise eyes, staring again and again, fleeing again and again, but the shriveled and wrinkled face of the corpse still gradually overlapped with the familiar face in his mind.

The beard, which had been carefully cared for by the owner, shook on the lips as if chewing, and the mouth seemed to taste the bitterness, sorrow, and pain brought about by the sorrow in the heart...... All emotions ignited little by little in his heart.

Words as cold as the wind blew out of the throat burned by the scorching flames: "My son, heir, O continuation of blood!", like solidified magma, hiding the anger that burns all things.

Flashing blue light, a little firefly rose from the corpse curled up on a high-backed chair, and the scattered fireflies surrounded the prince with affection.

Greedily feeling the slightest trace of fireflies, with the warmth of Thomas's taste, the prince raised his hands in vain, hoping to grasp it in his hands and keep it in his heart forever.

The fireflies dissipated, and only a blood-red card remained on the high-backed chair, looking at the prince who was raising his hands in vain with disdain.

The golden sunlight once again dispelled the darkness, and the golden morning light cast dappled shadows through the dense sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows in front of the doorway of Night's Visit.

In the mottled shadows, a group of law enforcement officers in black suits and sunglasses guarded the door of the bar until the last colleague with a black body bag walked out of the bar.

The law enforcement officers wearing sunglasses talked a few words, then got into a car spray-painted with the words "Town Safety and Health Management Office", and left the night gate surrounded by police in the sound of the alarm bell.

As the personnel of the town safety and health management office left, Xie Zimu, who was hiding in the building, also left.

With a heavy pace, Xie Zimu appeared here for the first time in three years, a place he had never dared to come.

The wind with the smell of morning light caresses the lilacs, and the faint fragrance of the white chrysanthemums is like the thoughts of the living, lingering on the tombstones.

Caressing the black and white photo, Xie Zimu's smile that gradually faded in his memory became bright again, and the cigarette taken out of his trouser pocket was so disobedient in Xie Zimu's trembling hands, and it took many efforts to unpack it.

The light lighter lit the cigarette in his finger, and the light blue smoke drifted in the blue sky and white clouds in the sound of the cigarette burning.

Xie Zimu, who was choked by the thick smoke in his mouth, couldn't stop coughing, and in the violent coughing, a little tear went away with the morning breeze.

Zheng Yi, who was holding a white chrysanthemum, looked at Xie Zimu quietly, until the cigarette butt that slipped from his fingers swayed in vain.

The staggered hands clasped his knees, his proud head hung weakly on his arms, and Xie Zimu, who was leaning on the tombstone, looked so lonely.

The voice that sounded in front of the tombstone was so low: "Three years ago, what happened three years ago was a taboo for us, not only me, but also for you!"

Xie Zimu, who stood up suddenly, squeezed his palm tightly, and in Xie Zimu's red gaze, Zheng Yi gently placed the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, as if a slightly louder movement would wake up the sleeping girl.

The broad palm wiped the ashes that did not exist on the tombstone, and only nodded invisibly.

"Three years ago, we received the entrance exam notice from the Department of Urban Safety Management of the First Military Academy, although it felt inexplicable, but you, I, she" still went, but she and I were admitted, and I was eliminated in the beginning of geometric calculations, and that stupid girl cried because she didn't help you cheat!"

Xie Zimu unfamiliarly lit the cigarette he took out of the cigarette case, handed the cigarette case to Zheng Yi, and after taking out a cigarette from the cigarette case, Zheng Yi put the whole pack of cigarettes in his pocket, as if in the past.

In the puff of smoke, the two of them leisurely looked at the white clouds and dogs above their heads, how long had it been since they had looked carefully at the sky above their heads?

Unconsciously the smoke hazy Xie Zimu's eyes, everything three years ago was so clear: the drowsiness when she waited for the end of class with her chin propped up, the embarrassment when she was caught smoking in the playground, the pride when the instructor praised the instructor when the gun hit the bull's-eye in the shooting class, the disdain when she saw the off-target classmates in the actual combat class, and the high-spirited when Zheng Yi dominated the First Military Academy.

But it's more about her, the admiring gaze she looks at when she knocks down her opponent in the sword class, her hanging eyes when she is injured, the joy she cheers when she wins the game, the face she puts on to show herself when she is angry, and the smile she leans forward when she is happy.

With the memories of the two, countless pasts, countless coincides in her mind, and the past three years ago is as clear as yesterday.

But as the past was nothing to tell, the silent two just lit a cigarette again, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes in the light blue smoke, and Xie Zimu, who wiped away his tears, said with a smile: "This smoke is really choking, it smoked out my tears" and endless silence.

The wind rose and grew stronger.

The white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone swayed, leaving a mottled shadow on the black-and-white photograph.

Looking at the black and white photos quietly, Xie Zimu suddenly said: "I don't know when the sun started to be warm for me, I began to resist the sun and began to hate this light!"

Xie Zimu, who stretched out his hand in front of his eyes to block the sun, looked at the warm fireball in the sky with a look of disgust, until the tears stung by the fierce sunlight kept flowing from his eyes, he withdrew his gaze, he let the tears flow, and said like crying:

"Slowly all my habits have changed, my heart is not beating, I can't eat any food, I can hear the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels, I can see the thermal image like a thermal imager, I can see in the dark as clearly as in the daytime"

"The smell of blood, the feeling of hunger and thirst makes me want to pull my stomach out of my stomach, especially when I see her.........." Xie Zimu looked at with hatred, and his reflection gradually disappeared on the tombstone.

Lonely, he said lightly: "So I ran away, I promised to graduate with her and I did it, but I also ran, I was afraid that one day I would eat her, so I ran until I could suppress my hunger and thirst, until I could stop eating, I would come back!"

Looking at Zheng Yi Xie Zimu with an incredulous face, he smiled proudly, just like when he lifted the prize of the chief graduate in front of her that day, he was as proud, "However, when I came back, you all became police officers? But I'm not bad, I've become the youngest prosecutor in the prosecution department, so it's still good to learn a little more."

"In the process of being a prosecutor, I have seen too many, too many, too many criminals who have escaped the punishment of the law because of power and money, but the Earl appeared under her inspiration, I protect you and her, and I let the criminals who should be tried by the law get the justice they deserve!"

"Enough, you are not qualified to judge anyone" Zheng Yi interrupted rudely, Xie Zimu's whisper.

Xie Zimu, who was fluttering with bat wings, dodged Zheng Yi's fist, and he who was floating above Zheng Yi's head, looked at Zheng Yi condescendingly, and said sadly: "It's because of your weakness that she will lie there" Pointing to her tombstone Xie Zimu told the biggest secret buried in his heart.