"Use me to threaten him, Ma Quan, you still don't know Jin Zhuoqi." Nie Zhao's neck was cut by the dagger, and a drop of blood fell down her neck into her clothes, and her eyes did not fluctuate.

"He's not coming."

Ma Quan's eyes were like sharp knives, pinching the prepared handcuffs and locking them directly on her wrists, mercilessly giving her a slap to the ground, standing up and looking at her condescendingly: "Then make a bet, if you win, I will let you go, okay?" If he doesn't come, I'm going to fucking pull you bitch on my way. ”

Nie Zhao was torn off a handful of hair by him, her cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of her mouth were also bloody, she tilted her head and frowned in pain, her eyes fell on the dagger in his hand, and she saw Ma Quan take out her mobile phone from her mouth pocket and ask her to call Jin Zhuoqi.

Jin Zhuoqi's kind of person, even if he has some deformed affection and unbearable feelings for her, his eyes have always been cold and indifferent, how can he do anything for others.

Nie Zhao didn't think he would come at all.

She was just thinking, if she died now, would she also die for Jin Zhuoqi? Is it over him?

Nie Zhao didn't want to get entangled.

From the time she came to City A to the present, she has been with Jin Zhuoqi for too long, and this year has been extraordinarily long.

She didn't seem to be able to recall the life she spent with Ge Yuankai in high school, and maybe if he came back from the army and saw the current Nie Zhao, she wouldn't even dare to recognize it.

She went from being a unique girl in the light, only a year, to a cold, withdrawn, taciturn, sick, and devastated person at this time, like expired milk that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time in a cold and damp dark room, and there was only bitterness except bitterness.

She can bear all this, she pays for the wrong things she has done, and if she can't stand it enough, she will pay it back with her life, and she has no desire to escape anything.

But Nie Zhao couldn't swallow this breath.

She was struggling to tear apart from Jin Zhuoqi, she was sorry for Jin Ruxin, she wanted Jin Zhuoqi to be the person in high school when Jin Ruxin was still there, she was willing to use her life as a bargaining chip to help Lu Xiang avenge her, she had no strength, she wanted to end herself, and she would cut off Jin Zhuoqi and return everything to the original point.

On the other hand, I was thinking, isn't watching violence violence violence? He shouldn't have used this to design her to hurt her, he could do whatever he wanted her, but did those who liked her also deserve death?

He had come on his own, and she had already wanted to let him go, so she had fought with them desperately.

It was Jin Zhuoqi who had to drag her and not let go, and he couldn't blame her.

Nie Zhao watched as Ma Quan opened her mobile phone, and there was still a text message sent by Zhao Rui ten minutes ago.

[Ma Quan went to look for you, Nie Zhao, you call Jin Zhuoqi now to find him. 】

Ma Quan's eyes were cloudy, and he raised his foot and kicked her, which happened to hit Nie Zhao's abdomen, and she subconsciously hunched over and struggled on the ground, and a piercing pain made her forehead break out in a cold sweat.

"So many people like to be your dog, Nie Zhao is quite capable."

Nie Zhao didn't say anything with a pale face, looked up at him and dialed a phone call, and then put it in her ear.

Before the call could be reached, his tone was fierce and threatening: "Ask him over." ”

The voice beeped for two seconds, and the other side answered.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and only the faint breathing of each other could be heard on the phone.

There was a bit of noise over there, it seemed to be in a bar, and he was walking towards a quiet place with his phone.

Nie Zhao lowered his eyes, vaguely listening to the singing and dancing over there, and then looked at the silent living room in front of him, and Ma Quan, who had cut a deep blood mark on her neck with the tip of a knife, and suddenly felt a little astringent.

She didn't say anything, and Jin Zhuoqi over there didn't say anything.

He was standing on the side of the road, quieter here, his hair blown by the night breeze, a cigarette tucked between his fingerbones, and he looked into the distance against the harsh wind.

"Don't have anything to say?" The voice over there was magnetic and low.

Nie Zhao's eyes trembled: "What?" ”

After watching it in silence for a while, Jin Zhuoqi bit his cigarette and said vaguely: "Say I wish me a happy birthday." ”

Nie Zhao was pressed by Ma Quan's arm, forcibly endured the pain, and his tone remained steady: "Tomorrow is." ”

"Advanced."

Nie Zhao didn't say anything, just called him.

"Jin Zhuoqi."

"Today, Friday."

Jin Zhuoqi bit the cigarette and let out a mist, and the white smoke confused his eyes.

"Hmm."

Nie Zhao's tone was calm and eloquent.

"Come to me."

Jin Zhuoqi was silent for a while and said okay.

Hung up the phone and looked at the face on the black screen.

She didn't ask Jin Zhuoqi to really come, and it was his own business whether he came or not.

She gave herself a choice.

If it comes, no matter what the outcome is, Nie Zhao will treat everything with them as if everything is completely over.

If she didn't come, she would have died because of him, and she would have atoned for her sins, and she wanted to go to Lu Xiang herself.

When Jin Zhuoqi hung up the phone, Fu Kun was also next to him, accompanied by the sound of the car's horn in the wind, he frowned slightly, feeling that something was not right with Nie Zhao, and even more wrong with Jin Zhuoqi.

He raised his head to look at Jin Zhuoqi, who was smoking slowly, and opened his lips and said, "Brother Zhuo, you should explain it clearly to Nie Zhao." ”

Even if they had been to Lu Xiang's house, what would it be? Can he help once, help countless times?

Moreover, after that incident, Jin Zhuoqi had never been to Honggao, and his relationship with Bu Jia was not as good as with Lin Sining, and he didn't know that Lu Xiang was bullied by Bu Jia.

Until he later took a leave of absence and came back to the third year of high school, and Nie Zhao had not yet transferred in the first half of the semester, Jin Zhuoqi occasionally saw Lu Xiang being bullied by Bu Jia, and at that time he didn't have any position to help her, which was not something that could be solved by helping once.

Not to mention that even Nie Zhao, who had frequent contact with her, didn't know that Lu Xiang had gone through these thoughts of committing suicide, how could Jin Zhuoqi know about it? And where does revenge come from?

Fu Kun saw that Jin Zhuoqi didn't speak, and realized that the choice he had made and not lost when he pushed the two of them together was completely biased towards the side of destroying people at this time.

"Brother Zhuo, Bu Jia is dead, you've done enough, leave her alone."

Jin Zhuoqi snuffed out the cigarette and didn't say anything for a long time, he took out the car keys from his pocket and didn't look at Fu Kun again.

"Gone."

Fu Kun doesn't think Jin Zhuoqi loves her so much now, but Jin Zhuoqi can't let go of her, which is more deadly than love, perhaps an obsession left over from when he suffered from severe autism when he was a child.

After love is exhausted, sooner or later you don't love, but if you can't let go, you can never let go, this is a heart disease.

The other side.

Ma Quan's strength is too great, similar to Jin Zhuoqi, Nie Zhao is originally a person who can't fight, and he doesn't have any ability to struggle at all.

She didn't think about running away.

She was a person who didn't have many days left, and she had nothing to run away from.

But when Nie Zhao watched him hold her wrists with both hands, pinched them out of bruises, and tried to tie a rope to her, she heard a doorbell ring outside the door.

In the silence of the space, the doorbell was crisp and loud, ringing the ear drums, and it hurt a little.

Nie Zhao didn't know where the impulse came from, but he kept thinking in his head that Jin Zhuoqi was here.

Why did he come?

Even if he didn't know that Ma Quan was there, he clearly guessed that nothing good would happen after he arrived.

Nie Zhao didn't think he liked her much.

It was just at that moment that Nie Zhao felt that her eyes were a little sour, and she remembered that Jin Zhuoqi turned on the lights every day because she was afraid of the dark, remembered that he told her every day to take medicine and take her to the doctor, and she also remembered that he brought her food and helped her teach others.

From his point of view, he doesn't have to do this, and hating someone is not like that.

He also chose the first one.

Nie Zhao suddenly tried to break free of Ma Quan's hand, but the rope was not fastened, but it was hanging at his wrist.

Her sudden reaction made Ma Quan think she wanted to run, so he picked up the dagger on the sofa next to her, pressed it on her shoulder, and pressed it against Nie Zhao's neck.

But what he didn't expect was that the dagger was blocked by a force.

Nie Zhao grabbed his knife with both hands with her bare hands, her eyes were so cold that she was terrifying, and her voice was full of forbearance and deliberately lowered her voice: "Do you really think I'm afraid of death?" ”

The blade of the dagger cut the flesh of the palm, and the blood dripped down the gap in the palm to the ground.

Ma Quan's eyebrows were beating, and his fingers vigorously wrestled the knife, pulling it out of her palm fiercely, as if trying to split her entire palm, and then slammed his foot into her abdomen.

With a "bang", Nie Zhao's whole body slid on the ground a meter away, and his head also hit the edge of the coffee table hard, breaking the forehead above the eyebrows, and along the corners of his eyes, bright red blood flowed down his cheeks, and Nie Zhao glanced at the door of the apartment.

She regretted it, it shouldn't have been.

She didn't want Jin Zhuoqi to be dragged into the water.

He was obviously ready to finish his studies and go abroad, it was enough for Bu Jia to die, and Jin Zhuoqi couldn't be destroyed by Nie Zhao.

She didn't want anyone else to pay for her, and she didn't want to continue to atone for anything.

Nie Zhao struggled to stand up, her eyes fell on the broken glass in the trash can, she struggled for a while to stand up, but because of the injured hand and the handcuffs on her wrist, it was difficult to move, and Ma Quan quickly found out and kicked her in the stomach.

At that moment, the organs in his body seemed to be misplaced, a fishy sweetness surged from the tip of Nie Zhao's throat, his long hair became the background plate of his cheeks like a waterfall, blood fell down the corners of his mouth to his earlobes, and his whole face was a little blurry.

She lay on the floor limp to the point of numbness, her tinnitus made her only hear the sound of blood dripping down the ground, and her head was dizzy, and her vision seemed to be unclear.

She wanted to shout at Jin Zhuoqi not to come in, but she was afraid that Jin Zhuoqi would really come in after she shouted, and her eyes became more and more blurry until she could only see a faint shadow.

Jin Zhuoqi pressed the doorbell several times, but he didn't hear any sound.

He lowered his eyes, entered the four-digit password, opened the door of Nie Zhao's apartment, and the whole door opened, and through the entrance, he saw the living room impartially.

Jin Zhuoqi didn't expect this to be the situation in front of him, he thought that Ma Quan's target was him, and he didn't expect Ma Quan to find her at this time.

The first time he made a mistake in his calculations, he saw Nie Zhao lying under a pool of blood.

His pupils constricted, and he looked at Nie Zhao on the ground with his eyes open, but there was a pool of blood under him, his eyes seemed to be covered with such red, he looked at her with red eyes for a moment, and then looked at Ma Quan.

"I'm killing you!!"

The dazzling flash of the dagger he raised his wrist appeared in front of him, and it slashed like a thunderbolt.

Jin Zhuoqi seemed to be crazy, his fingers grabbed the dagger with his whole hand, the force was so great that he twisted his wrist directly, his long legs blocked the attack from Ma Quan, and the blood in the palm of his hand was dripping to the ground, and he did not let go in the slightest, and smashed the person to the ground with a violent punch, grabbing the blade and snatching the knife from his hand.

Ma Quan broke a mouthful of teeth in his mouth, and he was thrown to the ground, coughing and spitting out the teeth in his mouth, and quickly saw the stool next to him, and quickly stood up and wanted to smash it.

Nie Zhao opened his eyes and looked at Jin Zhuoqi, who had completely lost his mind, tilted his head and stared at him, wanting to stand up and wake him up, but his voice was so weak that there were only some faint breath sounds.

"Jin Zhuoqi, don't."

Jin Zhuoqi turned a deaf ear, the whole person seemed to be in a demon, and every punch was stained with blood, treating him as a dead thing to vent his anger, and punching his entire face until the flesh and blood were blurred.