"Name!"

"Mo Feng ......"

"Age!"

"Male ......"

"Why take revenge on Hanajo Takebu?"

In the dim interrogation room, facing the dazzling and bright interrogation lights, as well as the two unsmiling patrol policemen, Mo Feng's eyes were a little dazed.

The ruins of the Martial Arts Department of Huacheng, the dense random guns, did not kill themselves, but all the bullets were squeezed out by their own muscles, and finally survived with an incredible probability.

"Ask you! Speak! ”

A loud shout interrupted Mo Feng's memories.

Mo Feng shook his head in confusion: "I just want to kill Chen Ma and them......"

Half an hour later, two patrol officers walked out of the interrogation room.

The patrol sergeant leaned against the wall and asked, "How's it going?" ”

"Captain, I suspect that this kid is stunned, no matter how we ask, he will only repeat one sentence now: I just want to kill Chen Ma and them."

The patrol sergeant frowned slightly, turned around and walked into the archives, and called up the information of Chen Ma and others.

"Chen Ma, the awakened person of the Huacheng Martial Arts, and Yang Hong and others formed the Huacheng Tianhu Company......"

Seeing this, the patrol sergeant raised his eyes: "Is Yang Hong dead?" Executed in the street by the men of the prison hall? ”

"Yes, captain, it's strange to say, this prison hall is a new department that was just established a few days ago, and now it's reaching out to the territory of our patrol so quickly?"

Hearing this, the patrol sergeant rolled his eyes.

"You know what a fart, according to the law, our patrol officers are all subordinate departments of the Supervision and Judgment Palace."

"Captain, what do you think we should do?" A patrol officer took out his mobile phone and hesitated: "Now that the people everywhere know about Huacheng, they are all protesting against the Potions Awakener, the pressure of the people is too great, just now the Chang'an Military Department also sent us an order, let us stand by at any time to execute Mo Feng." ”

The patrol sergeant sighed: "Alas, that's no way, whoever let this awakened person do too much, the people of the whole country are paying attention, the military department doesn't deal with it, and the people's hearts are unstable." ”

After speaking, the patrol sergeant walked into the interrogation room, looked at Mo Feng, who was pale, and sat on the stool without saying a word.

"How?" Mo Feng raised his head, his bloodstained and delicate face, revealing a bitter smile: "Judging by your expressions, are you planning to execute me?" ”

The Patrol Sergeant nodded.

Mo Feng looked at the dark ceiling.

Laughing at himself.

"Hah...... Execution is long overdue. ”

That night, Mo Feng was transferred to a felony cell.

When he first entered, the old criminal still wanted to make a rule, let Mo Feng be a mule, and carry him to pee, but after being kicked into a pig's head by Mo Feng, he wilted on the spot.

That night in prison was Mo Feng's most desperate night, he leaned against the cold wall, looked at the moon outside the iron window, sometimes smiled bitterly, sometimes sobbed, sometimes numb, sometimes laughed out of tears.

He was an autistic and depressed boy at school, but tonight's battle of the Hanashiro Martial Arts not only avenged the blood and hatred, but also made him feel the feeling of having power.

At a moment, Mo Feng clearly knew that now that he had Michael's potion, he had the possibility of escaping.

But he still didn't choose to run away.

"Where to flee?" Mo Feng closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Nowhere is home." ”

That night, all the prisoners in the cell cowered, not daring to approach the monster-like boy.

The next morning's light poured into the cell.

"Death penalty." Through the iron window, the patrol sergeant handed over a notice, and said with a complicated expression: "You were sentenced to death, and three days later, at eight o'clock in the morning, the execution will be carried out." ”

Looking at the bright words of the death penalty, Mo Feng smiled like relief, and nodded lightly: "Okay, I know, thank you." ”

The patrol sergeant lit a cigarette and handed Mo Feng a cigarette: "The matter of Chen Ma, Yang Hong and others has been investigated clearly, and our patrol police department has also reported the results of the investigation to the Supervision and Trial Palace, they really deserve to die, but you have gone too far, the entire Huacheng Martial Arts Department has been destroyed, nearly 100 people have been killed and injured, the whole Daxia society is paying attention to this matter, and you can't escape the death penalty." ”

Mo Feng smoked for the first time and was choked and coughed.

He didn't say much about this result.

Just swallow the pungent smoke into his stomach, and then show a light and innocent smile, as if returning to the most primitive teenager appearance.

The patrol sergeant sighed heavily, turned to leave, and explained to the prison guard: "The day after tomorrow, the severed head meal for Mo Feng is hearty." ”

Two days later, Mo Feng finished his last supper, he asked for his mother's most common tomato scrambled eggs, his father's favorite Xifeng wine, every bite of food, every drop of wine, it was like being accompanied by his parents, eating and eating, he burst into tears and couldn't cry.

Michael's potions healed his vocal cords, but could not heal his broken heart.

Just crying and crying, Mo Feng suddenly found that outside the iron window, the prison guards who came to deliver food were always staring at him.

"What do you see me doing?"

Mo Feng looked up, his eyes startled.

Under the prison guard's hat, Lin Xiao's eyes quietly looked at Mo Feng, and he suddenly tilted his head and smiled: "Seriously, every time I see someone eating in a big gulp, I will be very envious." ”

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Mo Feng slowly took out a bloodstained note from his trouser pocket, looked at Lin Xiao, and stopped talking.

"I was able to ...... Contact you? ”

Mo Feng asked.

Holding his head and facing pain.

"But I can't contact you."

"My vocal cords were severed."

"My arm was also cut off."

"I can't reach you......"

Mo Feng muttered in a low voice in prison.

Outside the prison, Lin Xiao's eyes were sympathetic and compassionate.

The rest of the criminals have shrunk into the corner.

Suddenly, Lin Xiao asked softly, "Do you have any regrets?" ”

Mo Feng raised his head, his eyes were confused, regret?

Parents have already died in Huangquan, is it a pity?

It's a pity that I'm about to be shot and die?

"I don't understand...... What are you talking about. ”

"Is there anything you want to make up for in this matter?"

Hearing this, Mo Feng's mind kept reproducing the picture of the entire incident.

The basement full of nutrient solution, the six-story building of the flower city martial arts, the block covered in explosions and dust and smoke, the triangular eyes torn in half by wings......

Thinking about it, Mo Feng suddenly bowed his head decadently.

"There are regrets......

"I avenged my family."

"Chen Ma, they were torn apart alive by me."

"But there are still a lot of innocent people...... Death by my hand. ”

Mo Feng looked up, revealing a look like he was asking for help.

"However, I really just wanted to find Chen Ma at that time, I really didn't want to be an enemy of other people, but I couldn't help it, I was forced to ......"

Lin Xiao suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Mo Feng.

"That's enough." Lin Xiao smiled, stretched out his palm through the iron window: "Would you like to join the Great Xia Supervision Palace?" The price is that from now on, you can't just show your head in public. ”