It took a long time for Mrs. Zhang to recall every detail of that night. That bloody night was not kept as she spent it in a hurry, but as she sobbed in memory of her deceased husband.

That night, she was crazy, and she was completely caught in a lingering and dangerous **, so that she broke into the next catastrophe. When Zhao Zonglin pointed the gun at her husband, why didn't she think of snatching the gun? How could she get Zhao Zonglin to put the gun on the bullet, open the safety and put it on the table? If Zhao Zonglin couldn't touch the gun at that time, and if the gun didn't open the safety or didn't press the bullet, then it would not be her husband who died at gunpoint, but Zhao Zonglin. If she wanted to choose between her husband and Zhao Zonglin, she would rather have her own husband than Zhao Zonglin. Through that night, she saw clearly that Zhao Zonglin only cared about himself, and he was too vicious, not counting killing her husband, but also killing Senior Ling and dozens of brothers of Suijiu Division!

She decided that Senior Commander Ling and the dozens of brothers were killed by Zhao Zonglin, and he killed his adjutant, and she was afraid that Senior Commander Ling would settle accounts with him, so she went to Long Guokang to tell the secret. Now that I think about it, his words are clear enough. He said that Commander-in-Chief Long would not arrest him, nor would he arrest her, but would arrest Division Commander Ling. She knew all the things that Senior Ling discussed with her husband, and she really agreed. Her husband doesn't want to be a traitor, and she doesn't want to be a traitor's wife. If she had thought that Zhao Zonglin had told him about those things, she would have fought to the death, and she would not have let him go.

She let him go, and made him owe another blood debt, and she also owed herself a blood debt, and I was afraid that I would not be able to pay it off until I died. She is now a completely bad woman, murdering her husband for the sake of **, and ruining the career of the upright Chinese of Master Ling and her husband. It makes no sense for her to live in this world, not only others feel disgusting, but she also feels disgusting.

In my dreams, I often dream that my husband comes back, and sometimes my husband becomes Zhao Zonglin again. Zhao Zonglin's body and hands were covered with blood, which scared her from her dreams several times.

I also dreamed of Master Ling and those brothers. After a while, Master Ling and the brothers pointed their guns at her; After a while, Senior Ling and those brothers died again, and the bloody corpses pressed down on her one by one, until she couldn't breathe.

I'm really afraid, I wake up in the middle of the night, and I often sit on the head of the bed in a daze, not daring to close my eyes again.

If it doesn't fit your eyes, you will die. The old mother's white hair will suddenly appear next to the closet, and the husband's knock will suddenly sound at the door of the room.

Only when Zhao Zonglin came, she felt safe - no matter how much she resented Zhao Zonglin, she still needed a sense of security. Lying in Zhao Zonglin's arms, she was able to temporarily forget everything in the past and only remember that she was a woman.

She desperately indulged herself, rolling and writhing on the bed, **, treating every absurdity as her whole life, as the last joy before the end of the world.

She had thought countless times, this was the last time, the last time, after the incident, she would kill Zhao Zonglin, with the gun he used to kill her husband. And every pleasure made her deeply attached to her life and Zhao Zonglin's almost perfect body.

She was hopeless. Her only way out is probably to go to Mrs. Zhao with guilt and sin. Zhao Zonglin is now proud, from the adjutant to the adjutant, she is still the wife of the adjutant, but Mrs. Zhang has become Mrs. Zhao.

Thinking of being Mrs. Zhao, I couldn't help but feel afraid. After beating her husband to death that night, Zhao Zonglin threw his hands and ran away. Only threw her to the ground in this empty room, with three corpses as companions. The despicable face he showed at that moment, she was only afraid that she would never forget it for eternity. It is conceivable that when he encounters trouble after becoming Mrs. Zhao, he will also shake off his hands like this, this person has no sense of responsibility at all.

This is not the case with husbands. When fighting guerrillas in Yunya Mountain, it was so difficult, and her husband did not forget her, and often asked people to bring money and things from the mountains. Once she was bombed by an airplane, she was not injured at all, and her husband still rushed home to see her for more than a week. Her husband never left her in times of crisis.

The guilt grows deeper. It's a shame that he shouldn't have teased Zhao Zonglin and lured him to bed. If it hadn't been for his initial frivolity, her husband would have never had this calamity, and Master Ling and those brothers would not have died.

The bane is still her, and everything she says is unforgivable. She had no excuse to live any longer.

What made her finally make up her mind was Zhao Zonglin's urging.

Zhao Zonglin found a house on Buyi Street in Beiguan and asked her to move there. She was afraid of this gloomy Zhang Mansion, and Zhao Zonglin was also afraid.

She agreed, and asked Zhao Zonglin to come one last time.

Zhao Zonglin came, personable, like a general. After becoming the adjutant general, his handsome face was obviously raised, and he had an indispensable arrogance of a man in the warmth of the past, and he became more and more heroic.

As usual, she invited him to dinner, to drink, and to bathe.

He was tossing and turning in the tub, like a big merry fish, stirring the water out of the tub with a bang, and there was no longer the timidity and obscenity of the past. She poured soap on him, letting her hand slide lightly over his body, and before she knew it, her eyes were filled with tears, and she couldn't imagine how she was going to shatter this beautiful body.

He also washed her, and a pair of big sturdy hands almost caressed her body, and she even felt that one of her broken hearts had been touched by him.

She leaned down on his wet back and cried:

"I ...... I'm afraid! ”

He said casually:

"What are you afraid of? We'll move out tomorrow and never come back again. ”

This fool! He didn't know, didn't know at all.

In the bathroom, he couldn't hold back, but she didn't agree. This was the last time, she thought, it was really the last time, and she and he should both go to bed, like a real couple.

On that day, he was in good spirits, as if he had a premonition of something, and enjoyed the last good time, giving her a realm that bordered on brilliance. Under his control, she stepped into the confused and intoxicating path again and again in a wordless tacit understanding. The current Zhao Zonglin is no longer the Zhao Zonglin of the past, he understands everything, and he no longer needs her hints and guidance, she has completely created him.

Later, very tired, very tired......

She lay quietly in extreme fatigue, regaining her strength and regaining her resolve, pressed the bullet and opened the safety of the gun on the table beside the bed, just like that terrible bloody night. As soon as she rolls over and gets out of bed, she can reach out and take it. Since that night, Zhao Zonglin has been even more worried about his life, afraid that Master Ling's men will kill him, and he has been shooting his gun almost day and night. But he never dreamed that she would be among the people who wanted to kill him.

He was also lying on the bed, his toned body steaming hot, his eyes narrowed, as if he had not yet woken up from the madness that had just passed. His chest rose and fell violently, and the flesh covered with chest hair was like a piece of land revived in the spring breeze, making people want to touch it.

She put her hand on his breast, caressed it gently, and secretly said eternal to the body that had brought her infinite pleasure.

Tears filled his eye sockets again......

Suddenly feeling that his emotions were in danger, and that he might give up the idea of killing him again, he withdrew his hand from his chest and rolled over and got out of bed.

He was unaware of the imminent danger, and even when she went to the table, took his pistol, pointed it at his head, and said sleepily:

"What are you kidding, get the gun away."

She held the gun in both hands and remained motionless.

Only then did he get serious, and he said with wide eyes:

"Little ...... Beware of misfire! ”

Tears slowly flowed from her eye sockets and rolled on her fair and pretty face:

"It's not a fire, it's ...... I want you to die, die with me! ”

He sat up in shock:

"For ...... Why? ”

She smiled tearfully:

"For my dead husband, for Master Ling, for them, even more ...... More of our romantic debt! ”

"You...... You're crazy! ”

"Nope! I've been thinking about it for a long, long time! This is the best way out for us! ”

"Dragon...... Commander-in-Chief Long lifted, I ...... It's not been a few days since I became adjutant general, you'...... You've got to make me ......."

She said poignantly:

"Don't mention your lieutenant, it's all outside of your body! You...... You have to come with me today, you know me...... I can't live without you, so I'll ...... Even if you die, you can't do without it! ”

He tried to get out of bed and snatch the gun, but his mouth said:

"To ...... It's ...... to die Can't let me die like this, let ...... Let me get dressed......"

She said:

"No need, I...... I just like the way you look without clothes! ”

She closed her eyes and struck the gun, one, two, three. The gun trembled in her hand, and she saw him fall, as if he had fallen, and was half on his side by the bed, with a bloody hole in his head. She had fired at least three shots, but there was only one hole in his head—one hole in his head, no mistake. A steady stream of blood was pouring out of the hole, mixed with white brains.

With tears in her face, she leaned down and kissed him deeply on the mouth where his breath was still alive, and she didn't know that her sideburns were stained with blood.

Now it's her turn. She slowly stood up and mechanically aimed the muzzle of her gun at her temple.

At this time, I inadvertently saw my last appearance and body in the dressing mirror next to the bed.

What a beautiful look! What a beautiful body! How many people fell in pools of blood for it! Today, in order to compensate those who died, and in order not to harm the living in the future, she wants to break it with her own hands......

The gun rang out, and she fell down beside Zhao Zonglin's corpse, calmly completing a story that began with sin and ended with heroism.