Watching Chen Cheng leave, Liu Zaihuan also followed Chen Cheng's footsteps to the middle of the crowd and asked everyone aimlessly.

"Should we get rid of him?"

Bingri listened to Liu Jaehuan's voice, turned to look at the curly, and Sun Huiren took Yoo Jaehuan's words and said.

"Why? Just because he caught a murderer? Why? ”

Chengguan looked at Sun Huiren and corrected in a daze: "He didn't catch it, but killed it."

After finishing speaking, Chengguan pushed the huge glasses frame.

Bingri, who was standing aside at this time, watching Chen Cheng leave, put his hands in his pockets, and suddenly reminded after Cheng Wan finished speaking.

"That's justified defense, what killing? What's more, Choi Yoon-jae's guy is innocent, don't you see any cute children? ”

"That's it, if it weren't for that rogue uncle, so many children, how blind would they be?" Ji-eun, a short-haired woman, supported the lower handle, looking at Seungwan and retorting.

"So what? All in all, he's a murderer, huh? Liu Zaihuan said with some displeasure, and after looking around at the crowd, he found that no one agreed with him.

He nodded and continued: "You imagine, who knows if he will open the killing ring again when it doesn't go his way? Maybe we'll kill one of us? ”

At this time, Liu Zaihuan said, and Bian Shangyu in the room gradually walked out, and Liu Zaihuan struggled to turn his back to Bian Shangyu at this time.

However, Bian Shangyu listened to Liu Zaihuan's voice, but he didn't care at all.

Chengguan looked at Liu Zaihuan's back in a little panic, raised his hand to grab his hair, turned his head and left behind.

The same Bingri was also there, and the first time he saw Bian Shangyu, he turned around and left, leaving only Liu Zaihuan, looking at the people who left with some displeasure.

As Bian Shangyu slowly came out of the room, Liu Zaihuan also noticed something unusual, turned his head to look, lowered his head, and leaned to the side in a restrained manner.

Leave plenty of aisles for Shangyu to leave. Even lowered his head, not daring to look at Bian Shangyu.

At this time, Bian Shangyu's eyes were a little sloppy, and he walked towards the aisle leisurely, even the sound of these chickens and dogs did not arouse the slightest concern of Bian Shangyu.

At this moment, the head of the kindergarten blocked Bian Shangyu's way, only to see Bian Shangyu raise his head and look at this woman lightly.

And the director of the garden respectfully bent down to the side: "Thank you" After speaking, he lowered his head and took off the ring on his hand, as well as the gold necklace around his neck.

Holding these gold jewelry: "That's all I have..."

However, before the principal could finish speaking, when he looked up again and looked at Shangyu on the side, he only saw a back figure that had already walked away.

In the place where the deceased was buried, Yu squatted on the ground, dug out a small pit, stretched out his hand, and a small rag doll appeared in his hand.

The sunlight shone obliquely on the ragdoll keychain, and a smiling face was imprinted on the ground by the sun, as if seeing the smiles of some children.

As soon as the hand was released, the ragdoll fell into the pit, and the smile on the ground was lost and disappeared into thin air.

On the side, Yu dug into the soil with both hands and slowly buried the rag doll.

Sin never goes away, but now it's time to stop, I just hope you're safe and sound, thank you very much.

While talking to himself in his heart, he threw a photo in his hand into the furnace, until finally, he took out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket, and a few coins in the middle, and slowly threw them into the furnace.

"Why are you burning the money?"

"That's the cost of running errands, but I didn't get it done," the burning flame reflected Shangyu's scarred face.

On the side, Yu looked at the stove without raising his head, and replied to Zheng Jae-heon, who didn't know when he came.

Similarly, Jung Jae-hun watched the photos of children being thrown into the stove, stood in place and watched quietly, until the end, he asked Bian Shangyu out loud.

"Why am I here?" On the side, Yu said in despair, as if talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Zheng Zaixian.

Zheng Zaixian stepped forward slowly, found a seat at random by Bian Shangyu's side, and slowly took out the mobile phone that Bian Shangyu had dropped before from his pocket.

"I'm sorry, I read the information inside," Jung Jae-hun said as he handed the plane to Bian Shangyu.

"Not everyone agrees, but if you want, you can stay here," Mr. Jung said calmly.

Bian Shangyu was just quiet, looking at the information in the phone, after Zheng Zaixian finished speaking, Bian Shangyu was a little dazed, as if he was a little distracted.

"I don't think what you did was right, but I still worked hard for you," Zheng Jae-hun finished speaking, and got up to leave.

On the side, Yu sat on the ground, and did not look at Zheng Jae-heon, who was leaving, but just took out the cigarette in his pocket, just as Zheng Jae-hun was about to move away.

Bian Shangyu said lightly: "Pray, can anyone do it?" ”

Poof, flint, the crisp sound sounded, and Zheng Jae-heon, who heard the voice, turned to look at Bian Shangyu, who lowered his head and smoked.

"Yes, anyone can"

Call.... On the side, Yu exhaled white smoke: "Come on..."

"Why am I here?"

Zheng Jae-hun stared at Bian Shangyu with both eyes, until Bian Shangyu took a deep puff of cigarette again, then he slowly raised his head and looked at Zheng Zai-hun with a flat look.

"Because God will like you more than me" After Bian Shangyu finished speaking, the two of them looked at each other quietly, and in silence, Zheng Zaixian stepped forward.

"I think I'll help you pray..."At this moment, in the aisle not far away, the tank slowly approached.

Bian Shangyu looked at the tank with a solemn face, and there seemed to be a slight change on his flat face.

It's just that Bian Shangyu didn't care, looking at the approaching tank, Bian Shangyu knew that this man might be the same as himself.

"You're already fine, maybe you don't need to pray at all, and you're their god," Tank said slowly, looking at the picture of the burned to ashes, standing in front of the side.

"You..." Jung Jae-hun looked at the tank in front of him with some surprise.

"Are you an atheist?" Jung Jae-hun looked at the tank a little dumbfounded.

Tank shrugged: "No, my boss is my creator god, and everything else is illusory"

After speaking, the tank didn't pay attention to Zheng Zaixian, and looked at Bian Shangyu quietly, until Bian Shangyu had some doubts on his face.

The tank slowly approached the side of Shangyu, and Zheng Zaixian, who was not far away, also looked at the two people, these two people did not speak, just smoked cigarettes quietly.

Time flies, and the cigarette butts around the two are like a hill.

"Tank, I want to tell you a secret, maybe one day I die, at least I once had a friend who can remember me."

Bian Shangyu was talking, the tank was smoking, and he didn't interrupt Bian Shangyu, Zheng Jae-hun had already left, and the two were talking, and the afterglow of the sun disappeared.