Chapter 70: Epitaph
The only sound on the silent viaduct was the roar of rain.
The endless torrential rain seemed to strip this place from the earth, cut off everything, and engulf the whole world.
"So you look like this. β
Huai Shi pulled the car door, stared at the old man in the car, skimmed over the pistol pointed at his face, and looked solemnly - mottled white hair meticulously, with a majestic expression, a straight suit, as if he had just stepped off the podium.
"Really...... He has a decent face. β
Huai Shi swept away the slightly shaking pistol, sat in the car wet, and sat opposite Qi Wen, the rain and blood on his clothes leaving dirt on the leather sofa.
It's nice to be rich.
Looking around at the delicate decoration of the spacious carriage, he looked down at the soft carpet under his feet and the black footprints he had left behind, his mouth clicked, and he looked up and asked, "Is there any smoke?"
Qi Wen didn't speak, and the green tendons on the back of the hand holding the gun burst out.
So hard.
But he didn't have the courage to pull the trigger. For a long time, it fell weakly on the knee.
And Huai Shi finally found several cigars sealed in brass pipes from the secret compartment of the armrest, which looked too high-end to be good, and smelled full of money.
"Thank you. β
After politely thanking him, Huai Shi took out a knife and pried open the brass pipe, and shaved the head and butt of the cigar like in the movie, but it seemed that the cut was a little big, and the whole cigar was about to fall apart, so frightened that he quickly squeezed it.
After all, if you scatter one, you will waste a lot of money.
He thought about it, took two more, and brought them to Lao Liu to taste.
In the silence, Qi Wen quietly looked at the poor sour look he was rummaging in the carriage, and finally made a hoarse voice.
"What about Ho Luo?"
"Dead. β
Huai Shi felt in his pocket and rummaged through the lighter, and told him casually: "Look back, the one that fell on the ground is the one that fell on the ground." β
Qi Wen was stunned.
His lips opened stiffly, but he didn't speak, and at the end, leaning weakly on his chair, his mottled gray hair drooped.
It was as if it collapsed in an instant.
Finally, a trace of exhaustion and old age appeared in his resentment.
And Huai Shi finally found a lighter.
Grabbing it in his wet hand, he spewed flames and lit the tail of his cigar, and he took a deep breath, followed by a violent cough that was rightfully violent.
Sucked it into the lungs.
Soon, the cigar was thrown out the window in disgust by him, and it was certainly not a good thing to smoke so troublesomely. These rich people must have burned too much money.
"Excuse me, wait a minute. β
He finally remembered, waved his hand, and began to rummage through his pockets again: "The antidote, the antidote, where is the antidote...... Ah, here. β
A small bottle was found inside the inner bag, which was filled with a colorless, viscous liquid that looked like glue.
The crow had promised him that it would work well, but he always felt that something was wrong.
Huai Shi sniffed suspiciously, didn't smell anything strange, raised his head, drank it all, and then felt a deep bitter taste explode from his mouth, all the way down, irritating his throat and esophagus, and finally churning in his stomach.
It's like a big hand that's constantly pulling.
Picking up all the poisonous mist, pulling it into a ball, then, Huai Shi's complexion changed suddenly, she subconsciously covered her mouth, and soon, she bent down and vomited violently.
A bunch of green blood clots, lunch at noon, and milk tea bought on the way.
It's all spit out.
stained on Qi Wen's handmade leather shoes, so eyesore.
"Paper Towel Paper Towel ......"
Huai Shi hurriedly fumbled for the tissue, directly pulled the box over, wiped her face carelessly, and then pulled two more to blow her nose.
Eventually, the paper ball was thrown out of the window and fell into the silence of the cold wind and rain.
He let out a sigh of relief, and finally relaxed, and the dark green capillaries on his face gradually returned to their original color, revealing a slightly immature and calm face.
looked at Qi Wen in front of him.
Take a closer look.
Suddenly, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
β......β
Qi Wen raised his eyes and glanced at it, as if he was looking at a fool, but he didn't speak.
"To be honest, I thought you were going to run. β
Huai Shi grinned: "It's like a game of hide and seek, you pretend to be a person, I play a ghost, you run in front, and I chase after ...... What's more, it's still raining in the sky, you see, how romantic!"
"You won, Huaishi, congratulations, you managed to ruin my career and my life. β
Opposite him, the old man looked at him coldly and laughed, and slowly raised the gun in his hand: "You can be as proud as you want, this is the right won by the winner, but don't think that I will wag my tail and beg for mercy from you." β
So, a haughty last glance at him.
He held the pistol to his jaw.
Pull the trigger.
In the silence, there was only the sound of rain.
The sound of rain outside the car window and the sound of rain inside the car window are mixed together, and the difference is inaudible.
Only a hoarse scream suddenly sounded, drenched in pain, as if it was about to stab Huaishi's eardrums.
Qi Wen's hand fell to the ground, along with his pistol.
Blood gushed from the smooth incision at the elbow and flowed down the elaborate suit, eventually, like a meandering stream, into the soft carpet, rendering a dark red that gradually spreads.
"Calm down, I didn't mean to humiliate you, and I didn't really want to be so rude. Huai Shi corrected sincerely: "Actually, I just want to see you smiling." β
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, pulled Qi Wen's hair, pulled him up, looked at the distorted and hideous face, and asked softly:
"βtell me, were you smiling when my home was destroyed?"
Of course, Qi Wen didn't laugh.
He glared at Huai Shi, gasping violently, and spat out blood-stained saliva at him, which landed on his face. But Huaishi is still calm.
Calmly as if he didn't feel angry.
"Speaking of which, I should have said hello to you first. He said, "Remember you said: when the bids are opened tomorrow, you can control the route of the pengju, and from now on you will be the master, and you will no longer have to be anyone's dog." β
Huai Shi said solemnly: "Congratulations, Mr. Qi, your dream is coming true." β
"What the fuck are you...... I should have killed you back then!"
Qi Wen glared at him angrily and cursed hoarsely: "Whether it is you or your parents, they are a bunch of waste who have not achieved enough things and have more than enough failures! I should really bury you with them! I will break you into pieces!"
"Why don't you laugh, Mr. Qi asked. β
Huai Shi asked suspiciously, "Isn't it a thing to be happy about realizing your dreams?"
Qi Wen didn't speak again, just stared at him deadly.
Bloodshot eyes were full of malice.
Huai Shi let go of her hand in disappointment, pulled two tissues, and wiped the saliva from her face.
"I've always had a goal. β
He groaned and whispered, "I want to live a sound life, I want to study hard, get into college, become a musician, support my parents who are not good to me, meet a woman who loves me and marry her, teach our children seriously, live my life with respect, and die peacefully surrounded by my family."
If I had any dreams, it would be my dreams. β
As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly: "Look, a cheap second-hand old piano, two families who don't love me, and an old house...... That's all I have. β
"But now, I don't have any family. β
Continuously, rain fell from his wet hair, mixed with blood, and turned into a cloudy red color, which could not be wiped away, leaving a series of sinuous marks on his face.
"Mr. Qi Wenβ"
Huai Shi said, "I lost my dream. β
"βI'm sad. β
Qi Wen grinned, smirked maliciously, and opened his mouth to speak, but then, a roar sounded from the car.
Gunpowder smoke slowly rose from Huaishi's pistol, bullets passed through Qi Wen's lips, and then came out of his face, nailed into the dashboard of the driver's seat.
Blood gushed out.
"Please don't speak. β
Huai Shi raised her eyes to look at him and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for being willing to listen to me for so long, I feel much more comfortable." Now, it's time to finish what hasn't been done. β
Qi Wen's expression twitched.
In the boy's hand, the chamber of the gun slowly lifted and aimed it at his face, reflecting the passage to hell in those quivering pupils.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger.
Syllable!
An embarrassing soft sound rang out of the chamber of the gun, and there were no bullets.
"Sorry, revenge for the first time, not very experienced, please wait a moment for me. β
Huai Shi groped for a handful of bullets from her pocket, and hurriedly tried to take out the magazine, but it seemed to be stuck inside, and she couldn't pull it out no matter how she pressed the button.
Death seems to be close at hand, but it is not far away, quietly enjoying this rare humorous drama.
In the midst of the shredded sound, the sound of a cello rang out, and Huaishi's phone vibrate. Huai Shi didn't answer it, it kept ringing, as if it was going to ring with perseverance to the earth.
Until Huai Shi pressed the phone a little irritably
"Hey, who's who?" he asked, "Tell me something, I'm busy here......
"I'm Ai Qing. A familiar voice came over the phone.
"Hmm, is there something wrong?" Huai Shi held the phone between his shoulders, concentrating on dealing with the jammed magazine, "By the way, I will consult, anyway, how did this gun that was assigned to me change bullets? β
Ai Qing was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Where are you now?"
"I'm at home, the rain is so loud, I'm scared, and I'm lonely, I can only hold a pistol to keep warm, ah, I always feel GAYGAY when I say this, but this magazine really can't be broken at all. β
A sigh rang out from the phone.
"Don't bother, the gun has a security lock. Her voice grew cold, "Well, the surveillance camera told me that you are not at home, Huaishi, you are sitting in front of a dying man on the overpass of the Gimhae Expressway and trying to shoot him in the head with a bullet. β
"Huh?"
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, subconsciously poked her head out, and glanced at the camera not far away: "I'm sorry, the signal is not very good." What do you say?"
"Listen to me, Huai Shi - if you kill him here, you will only incur punishment, neither the Astronomical Society nor the Special Affairs Department will allow it, put down your gun, believe me, one day, this matter will get a result that everyone is satisfied with. β
"Then will they kill him?" Huai Shi asked rhetorically, "Shoot or hang, or sit in an electric chair, or be humane, inject drugs?"
"......" Ai Qing did not speak.
"I'm only seventeen years old, big sister, don't say these things I don't understand. Huai Shi grinned and sighed helplessly: "If you want to say something, in fact, it doesn't matter if you are punished, it doesn't matter if you are in prison."
But there are some things that need to be done, and you have to do them when the sky thunders, right?"
After a long silence, Ai Qing asked softly, "Do you have to do this?"
"I have to do it. β
The young man raised his eyes, looked at Qi Wen, whose face had changed drastically, and calmly declared: "He must die." β
The last thing I heard was a sigh.
The phone hung up.
Immediately after, Huai Shi heard a crisp sound from the body of the gun, and the magazine was smoothly drawn out and fell into his hand.
Huai Shi was stunned for a long time, and shook her head helplessly:
"Don't do this kind of thing that would turn you into an accomplice, okay?"
After a long stagnation, he finally sighed and put down his gun unhappily.
"Congratulations, you've got shit luck......"
Qi Wen was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic, but before the smile could bloom, he saw the surprise sent by Huai Shi: "There is a new way to die on a boat that you haven't played with is waiting for you." β
At that moment, from the right hand raised by the young man, a pale flame slowly ignited.
In the essentia fire, wisps of matter rose up, revealing an iron-gray texture, entangled and riveted with each other, intricately woven together, forming a bundle of ropes the thickness of the tail finger.
He screamed, subconsciously wanted to push the car door and run away from here, as far away as possible, running as hard as he could in the rain, almost falling to the ground, hand and foot forward.
But the rope snaked like a snake and wrapped silently around his neck.
Then, tighten suddenly!
In the final moment, he heard the whispers of the young man behind him.
"Well, then, before you die...... Let's empathize with my 'sadness'. β
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"Hurry up, hurry up!"
In the passenger seat, Director Fu roared angrily and roared at the driver: "We're a fucking special affairs department, fuck the traffic lights!
At his urging, the rampaging motorcade roared through the city to the elevated direction. Far away, they heard the roar of collapse in the distance, as well as the loud sound of explosions and gunfire.
"Fuck the astronomical meeting! I should have fucking killed that little bastard in the first place!"
Director Fu's eyes were about to pop out.
What is this? What is this special explosion, this is an endless report to write and an endless review! After the calf, not to mention that there is no hope of promotion, the whole family will already have to burn high incense without an internal briefing.
He couldn't help but want to call Fu Yi now and ask where she found such a combat classmate!
It's too late now.
He could only pray that Qi Wen's subordinates could be stronger, and not be swept to death by Huai Shi's sudden attack, and it would be all over at that time.
Holding the heat in his heart, he hurried all the way.
By the time he finally arrived at the elevated road, his heart was completely cold.
"Fuck, why ......"
It was a man with eyes who could see the young man sitting on the elevated fracture, sitting quietly in the rain and wind, staring down at the sky and the sunset that were gradually clearing in the distance.
Beside him hung a dangling rope.
There was also an old corpse swaying in the rain and wind.
As if tortured, his body twisted into strange shapes and spasmed to death. The mottled white hair was already soaking wet, covering the suffocating, twisted face.
And just under the open placket of the gown, an epitaph was written on the white shirt of the deceased with blood:
'I thought the world was a world of success and defeat......
With the breeze blowing, the corpse turned over delicately, revealing a blood-colored confession written on the back.
- [I was wrong]