Chen Shaoming shrugged indifferently, "If you don't regret it, take out the knife I gave you last time." ”

Wu Song, who was on the side, was very clever and trotted all the way to take out the long-haired knife and handed it to Chen Shaoming, and by the way, he also took a bottle of water and splashed it directly on Jiang Jingxu's face.

Jiang Jingxu was stimulated by the cold water and opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Chen Shaoming standing in front of him with a knife, and a circle of people standing behind him were watching him.

Without the slightest fear of death at all, Jiang Jingxu seemed to think of something funny, and smiled happily at Chen Shaoming, halfway through the laugh seemed to involve his nose, and the pain made him pause, but he immediately continued to laugh without care.

Chen Shaoming calmly looked at Jiang Jingxu laughing heartily, took a pair of medical gloves from Vincenzo's hand and put them on his hand, took out a knife with long-haired fingerprints, and slammed it into Jiang Jingxu's leg who was still laughing.

He twisted his hand easily, which was the same as Jiang Jingxu's technique of stabbing him that night.

"Hehe.... Hehe... Belch.. Ahhh ”

The sudden knife made Jiang Jingxu, who didn't know what to laugh at, let out a wail, the shattering of the bridge of his nose had made it difficult for him to breathe, and now this wail made the last trace of air in his lungs expel out.

The lack of oxygen made him instinctively breathe air through his nose, and the broken bones on his broken nose mixed with blood clots were pumped into the trachea by this inhalation, which made Jiang Jingxu, who was already deprived of oxygen, even more painful, and the whole person tensed his body and struggled desperately, driving the chair to make a screeching sound on the ground.

After a long time, Jiang Jingxu relieved his breath, stopped struggling, and coughed heavily, until he squirted out a mouthful of blood mixed with small broken bones.

The already soaked hair hung down, covering Jiang Jingxu's face, Chen Shaoming and the others couldn't see what his expression was at this time, but soon the oozing laughter came again.

"Wow, this is really perverted!" Zhang Dongshu on the side couldn't help but speak.

"Who? Mr. Chen? Listen to the cruel but unchangeable one! Zhang Yishuai at the end interjected.

"Xiba, I'm talking about Jiang Jingxu!" Wu Song scolded dissatisfiedly.

Vincentzuo Li Hailang also looked at Zhang Yishuai with strange eyes, and Huang Chunzhi beside him hurriedly took two steps back, stayed away from him, and drew a line with him.

"Shut up and keep watching." Zhang Dongshu stopped the others' movements, allowing everyone's attention to focus on Chen Shaoming and Jiang Jingxu.

On the other side, even though the wail just now made Jiang Jingxu use all his strength, he still raised his head tremblingly, stared at Chen Shaoming and smiled weakly, "It's really interesting, you are the one who guessed that I would go to Xu Shandong's funeral, right?" ”

"Hehe, how does it feel, does the knife inserting into the human body make you feel excited? Isn't it fun to play with other people's lives. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Chen Shaoming expectantly, wanting to see the recognition on his face, but he didn't expect that his guess was wrong from beginning to end.

Chen Shaoming knew that Jiang Jingxu might go to Xu Shandong's funeral because he had watched the movie, but it was not what he thought at all, he was the same kind of person as him, and he guessed his thoughts.

Chen Shaoming frowned and looked at Jiang Jingxu with disgust, and waved his hand to give him a few big pockets, but the blood-stained face made him a little unable to do it, and he was afraid that he would not be able to control the strength and kill him by mistake, so he turned back to Zhang Dongshu and said.

"Do you want to give him a few blows, to vent?"

Zhang Dongshu looked at Chen Shaoming with a question mark on his face, don't think I didn't see you raised your hand and put it down just now, you dislike him for having a dirty face and let me do it for you, right? He hurriedly shook his head and motioned for Chen Shaoming to continue, he just watched the play.

Chen Shaoming hesitated, grabbed Jiang Jingxu's hair with one hand, and restrained most of his strength with the other, and gave him a few slaps "gently", and said at the same time.

"Don't think everyone thinks like you, you're not a human anymore, Xiba! Hey, I feel dirty when I hit you! ”

Jiang Jingxu tilted his head, spit out a mouthful of blood with great effort, and then continued as if nothing happened, "You and I are the same people, watching their lives pass by in their own hands, listening to their wails when they are dying, ah, how wonderful! ”

"Come, kill me, feel the squirming of your internal organs through the knife, and completely sink into the pleasure of killing, you are the same person as me, come on, kill me!"

When Jiang Jingxu said that he was excited, he didn't know where the strength came from, so he raised his head and shouted at Chen Shaoming.

Chen Shaoming laughed out loud at his words, looked at Jiang Jingxu who was struggling with him, and pulled out the knife on his leg and stabbed him in the neck.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho."

Jiang Jingxu, whose trachea was cut, could no longer speak, and could only make a faint sound from his throat, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and his breath continued to weaken with the loss of blood.

However, he didn't care about his life and death, he still stared at Chen Shaoming, hoping that he would admit that he was the same kind of person as himself and prove that he still had the same kind in this world.

As if he understood Jiang Jingxu's meaning, Chen Shaoming looked at Jiang Jingxu's eyes and said word by word, "You and I have never been the same person!" ”

Hearing Chen Shaoming say this, Jiang Jingxu seemed to return to the light, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he struggled to pounce on Chen Shaoming with a chair, but everything was in vain after all.

In the end, Jiang Jingxu still died on the chair with regret, Chen Shaoming calmly looked at the corpse on the chair, and was silent for a long time, and it didn't feel very good to kill people with his own hands.

But there is no nausea and vomiting as mentioned in the novel, thanks to the awakening of mental power, Chen Shaoming, whose brain is cool, does not have any special reaction, but he feels that a certain shackle in his soul seems to be broken, which makes him feel a strange feeling of freedom.

With a sharp weapon to kill himself, the ancients did not deceive me! Chen Shaoming stood quietly in place, silently experiencing this feeling of no taboos.

It wasn't until Vincenzo worriedly handed over a towel that he came to his senses.

"It's okay, I just figured something out!" Knowing that Vincenzo was worried about himself, Chen Shaoming explained with a smile.

took the towel handed over by Vincenzo, wiped the blood off his hands, and called Zhang Yishuai and Huang Chunzhi, who were standing at the back, over, and Chen Shaoming gave the knife to the two of them.

"Find a place to put the body away, fake the scene, and notify the criminal police of Ma Xidao to receive it, no problem, right?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, it's no problem to leave it to us." They knew that this was a vote, so they hurriedly patted their chests and said, and then they personally carried Jiang Jingxu's body and left the factory.