Han Baiyi wiped the blood stains on his face and hands, suddenly remembered something, groped for two handfuls of blood-soaked sticks in front of him, and finally found a bag of blood-soaked white soft Marlboro under his white skirt. [∞ eight [∞ eight∞ read [∞ book," o@

Nan Zhaowen was his former friend, and Han Baiyi knew him.

He has always been a smoker.

I don't like it very much.

It's just that He Wenyue liked to smoke very much, as if hiding in the abandoned toilet and lighting a cigarette with her sisters and brothers who often mingled together, and immersed themselves in the misty world of the sea of smoke together, how cool and how a status gesture it was.

When Nan Zhaowen chased her for the first time, He Wenyue scolded him back with a word.

"I can smoke as a woman, but you can't be a big man?"

Han Baiyi seemed to vaguely remember that Nan Zhaowen, who had not yet chased He Wenyue at that time, swore a hateful curse, saying that if he got close to this sha bi girl, he would be the number one sha bi in the world.

The next day, he secretly carried a white soft bag of Marlboro in his arms.

I heard that it was a cigarette that his father used to smoke, and he kept several cigarettes at home, and he secretly took out a pack.

Han Baiyi sat on the edge of the pool of blood and smiled slightly.

He still remembers the two of them hiding in the toilet and secretly watching Nan Zhaowen smoke, only to choke on the smoke and almost cough up his lungs.

And because they had no experience and didn't get rid of the smell of smoke, the two of them were caught by the head teacher who was squatting in the next room.

afterward

Later, Nan Zhaowen chased He Wenyue.

And then dumped.

I remember the first time he was dumped, Nan Zhaowen cried like his self-styled title.

In a few days, when he had pocket money, He Wenyue and he would cooperate as if they had agreed to reconcile, as if nothing had happened. 35xs

Later, someone in the class knew He Wenyue's price.

It is said to be 800 dollars a night.

Han Baiyi remembered Nan Zhaowen's reaction at that time.

In the middle of the evening class, Nan Zhaowen ran out of the window on the second floor in the face of the murderous eyes of the political teacher and the laughter of countless classmates.

When he was far enough away and dark enough, he found a place to climb up the wall and pull out a cigarette from the white soft-packed Marlboro with a shaking chicken paw. ∟★八∟★八∟★ Reading∟★ Book, 2▲3o》

Ignite.

And then pumped to death.

You can smoke a cigarette in one breath in five seconds.

Even the butt of the cigarette was chewed, and then smacked on the ground, as if spitting on his disgusting self.

Han Baiyi has secretly seen this situation several times.

In the blink of an eye, except for being taken out by the political teacher the next day, he was as if nothing had happened, and he stuck to He Wenyue's side like kraft candy.

It's really a sha bi.

Since he became like that, the relationship between Han Baiyi and Nan Zhaowen has become more and more distant.

From a good friend in the past, he became a stranger who didn't even have a phone call for a year or two.

is such a person, it is superfluous to pity him, and it is disgusting to remember him than to remember a piece of.

Han Baiyi recalled the years with a rather boring feeling, and stretched out his fingers to rummage through the white soft-packed Marlboros, trying to pick out a dry one from it.

Oh, there are seven more.

Han Baiyi's fingers as he picked up the cigarette paused.

It's a pity that every cigarette is soaked in blood.

Infiltrates every piece of tobacco. 35xs

Han Baiyi chosen, and finally picked one at random and stuffed it into his mouth, and after searching for a long time but didn't find a lighter, his fingers grabbed the cigarette butt and pulled it on the floor.

Rub.

And the fire was kindled.

It's just that even the smoke looks wilting.

Of course, his gains are not small.

At least some of the appearances related to demonization have been clarified.

Demonization, in fact, can be called some form of evolution.

The transcendents use emotions as the base point and the spirit as a crowbar, and mobilize the vast and mysterious power that exists in a certain space, which is the essence of demonization.

However, if these qualified transcendents are unable to control their emotions, and are unable to adapt and control their bodies that are constantly 'changing' under the imbuing of that mysterious power, they will become beings that normal humans cannot recognize.

It is also the so-called 'demon'.

As for the so-called 'demonization of Laplace', the theory is only hypothetical.

After all, if the demon really had such a strong prediction ability, then Nan Zhaowen would not have been crushed like this by Han Baiyi.

However, Liu Zhi's so-called 'Laplace demonization' hypothesis is not unfounded.

According to Nan Zhaowen, when he turned into a demon, he got a glimmer of 'apocalypse' through some kind of existence in the underworld.

When each transcendent becomes a 'demon', the revelation they receive is different.

Each 'apocalypse' represents an opportunity that belongs to them.

For demons, this is a precious opportunity.

But the transcendent who survived the demonization by his own will, on the contrary, did not have such a chance, everything needed to be explored by himself.

There are three apocalypsees that Nan Zhaowen obtained when he turned into a demon.

One is his 'color-changing line' that can make him invisible, and the other is Han Baiyi's home address.

The other is two words with very vague intentions.

Other than that, Han Baiyi couldn't ask anything.

Or rather, nothing asked.

looked at the human stick in front of him that had his limbs cut off, stripped off half of his body's skin, and disemboweled, leaving only the bloody upper half of his body.

Han Baiyi was smoking a cigarette without a match.

The tip of the nose smelled of rust.

White smoke curled in front of him, looking at him from a distance, as if he was incense in front of the tomb.

"Ahem"

Bangen Nan Zhaowen twitched twice on the ground, coughed up two mouthfuls of bloody phlegm vigorously, and sprayed it on his chest.

Han Baiyi ignored it.

After coughing for a while, Nan Zhaowen raised his eyelids with difficulty.

"Ahem"

"Kill me."

The voice is sharp and hoarse, like a melodica in tune.

Nan Zhaowen breathed heavily, his chest floated up and down like a bellows, and his slippery intestines flowed out of the caesarean opening.

"Kill me!!"

"What the hell are you here to kill me, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough

Nan Zhaowen suddenly opened his blind eyes, revealing a black hole hole, and his mouth spurted blood.

Han Baiyi was unmoved, just as if he was paying tribute to something, he lit his blood-colored cigarette butt and looked into the distance.

Coughing for a while, probably because he finally had no strength and was extremely weak, Nan Zhaowen raised his head with difficulty and howled silently.

Two scattered streams of blood flowed down his empty eye sockets, and his face was hideously bloody.

Nan Zhaowen's voice was extremely fragile, his voice was difficult and trembling, and his whole body was twitching uncontrollably.

"I didn't want to live for a long time, and I didn't want to live if I killed Wen Yue."

"But I like her so much, and I like her death."

"But she doesn't like me, never."

"I know it all."

"Ahem"

"Lick the dog, you have to be a little bit."

Nan Zhaowen showed a slightly stiff smile on his face, and there was a trembling cry in his voice,

"White Child" {note 1}

"Please, kill me."

Hearing this long-lost 'white son', the blood-colored cigarette butt trembled slightly, shaking off a little soot.

For the first time, Han Baiyi turned his head and looked down at the man who was once named Nan Zhaowen.

I took a deep look at him, as if I wanted to imprint him in my mind.

Then he stood up, turned his hand and carried the jade knife,

The tip of the knife is pointing downward,

Neatly plunged into his chest.

Nan Zhaowen had a hearty smile on his face.

Looking at his relaxed smile, Han Baiyi clearly felt that the last trace of inspiration in Nan Zhao's style dissipated, and even with that tenacious life, it was like a candle in the wind.

Han Baiyi rarely gets stunned when he kills.

This time, maybe it's not in the so-called 'game'.

Looking at the corpse in front of him with a smile that gradually lost its temperature, a thought inexplicably flashed in Han Baiyi's heart, and with that sense of contradiction that came from nowhere, it became more and more obvious in his mind.

Nan Zhaowen who died under his knife was not the Nan Zhaowen he knew. ’

And Han Baiyi, who was holding the knife, was no longer the same Han Baiyi. ’

The blood-colored cigarette butt chewed a little bit in the mouth,

Then, take a bite on the ground.

Stained with an eye-catching stain of blood. 11