On the seaside, in a dilapidated fisherman's hut, the snoring of Agung's father came out intermittently.

Agung was lying on the dining table in the living room, but he seemed to have trouble sleeping, don't look over, look at the silver moon outside the window, but what appeared was the red figure.

"Alas... , maybe in a few days, she will be picked up, and she shouldn't see each other again in the future. ”

Just as Agung was tossing and turning, the curtain was pulled up, and a cute head stuck out.

"Uh... Thirsty... Thirsty. ”

When Agung heard this, he got up and lit the oil lamp, and said to Lian Ling:

"If you're thirsty, I'll pour you water. ”

After a while, Agung came out of the kitchen with a bowl of tea and handed it to Lian Ling.

Under the light, Lian Ling, dressed in white pajamas, looked like a weak and innocent fairy.

The loose clothes, the snow-white skin on the woman's chest, were revealed, and a seductive hook line made Agung unable to take his eyes off.

Lian Ling was like a child, drinking all the tea, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with a little water.

Lian Ling put down the teacup, looked at Agon, who was looking at him, couldn't help but muttered his eyes in confusion, and said loudly:

"Uh...?"

For some reason, Agung only felt his heart beating so fast that he felt as if he was about to faint.

Agung walked in front of Lian Ling, stretched out his hand, wiped the corner of Lian Ling's mouth, his eyes skimmed down uncontrollably, and suddenly, two nosebleeds flowed out.

"Uh...!"

Seeing this, Lian Ling stretched out his hand and pointed at Agung's nose.

"Hehe, it's okay, go to sleep. ”

Lian Ling nodded, turned around and walked into the room.

Agung, who turned over and lay back on the table again, kept reminding him of the scene he had just seen, and suddenly felt his mouth dry.

Agung got up, walked straight to the kitchen, picked up the teapot, took a big sip of tea, and returned to the living room.

However, as soon as I remembered the scene I had just seen, no matter how much water I drank, it was useless, and I was still hot and unbearable, and my breathing became more and more rapid.

It was as if there was a terrible thought in my mind, and the more I suppressed it, the stronger it became.

In the end, the desires of human nature overwhelmed reason, and Agung turned over and stood in front of the door, his raised hand, constantly trembling...

Agung gritted his teeth, resolutely lifted the curtain of the door, and stepped into the room.

In the quiet room, there is only the sound of slight and even breathing.

The sound of this breath sounded to Agung like a breeze blowing in his ears, making his heart even more restless.

Agung walked to the bed, and Lian Ling, who was sleeping naughtily, kicked the quilt aside, revealing the woman's snow-white thighs.

At this moment, the demon of desire made a simple fisherman fall into the fire of lust.

Agung, whose eyes were bloodshot, gasped, stared at the person in front of him, and slowly, leaned down.

The sound of heavy breathing woke up Lian Ling in his sleep.

The amnesiac girl, who doesn't know the familiar person in front of her, wants to do something, just kicks a pair of beautiful eyes, is dumbfounded, and doesn't dare to make a sound.

Agong's heart, in an instant, was completely occupied by desire, pounced, hot lips, the woman's face kept moving, and the trembling hands continued to explore the woman's body.

All this in front of him made Lian Ling's mind a familiar picture emerge...

A greasy and fat middle-aged butcher, with a smile on his face, walked towards a young girl who was no more than four or five years old.

"Hehe, you want to buy pork, and you don't have any money, do you..."

"I.... I... Be.... In the eyes of the young girl, the middle-aged man in front of her was like a hungry wolf, making her fearful and uneasy.

.....

The cry of the young girl, mixed with the perverted laughter of the butcher...

.....

Tears fell silently from the corners of Lian Ling's eyes...

Why, why is the beginning of recovering memories the saddest moment of my life...

What kind of world is this, and why is it so, dirty!

In addition to the strangulation of life, there is no other way to relieve the hatred in your heart!

"Hehehe... Hehe.... Haha..."The evil laughter came out of Lian Ling's mouth.

Suddenly, a terrifying resentment filled the entire room, and the eyes of a girl who were as clear as the moon had become crimson and evil at this moment...

Agung, who was pressed on Lian Ling's body, had not yet satisfied the irrepressible desire in his heart, and he didn't know that the sleeping devil had woken up.

"Poof"

A beautiful palm stretched Agung away from Lian Ling's body, Agung's frightened eyes looked down at his chest, and the white palm had already penetrated his chest.

Dongying Town, Tianlong rudder.

A group of congregants were busy carrying supplies to the harbor by horse-drawn cart.

The homeless young man who was meditating alone on the roof with his eyes closed opened his eyes, looked at the northern seashore from afar, and said softly:

"Amazing resentment..."

With that, the figure of the homeless young man disappeared in place.

The moonlight was like silver, sprinkled all over the beach, and the shells on the beach emitted a little fluorescence.

A woman in white, with a gloomy expression, stood by the sea in a daze.

In the distance, in the midst of a fisherman's house, there were bursts of crying.

"Agung..... Woo woo woo .... Oh my God, what's going on.....!"

Lian Ling raised his hand inherently, looking at the blood on his hands, his heart fluctuated...

Was he the one who saved me?

It's me... Kill him...?

Over the years, I have killed countless people.

Why do you shed tears, why do you shed tears for a person who died in your own hands...

At this moment, Lian Ling realized in his heart that in fact, he had already died in the chaos of the year.

The self who has lived until now is nothing more than a walking corpse, nothing more, a soulless tool for killing.

For the first time, I felt that the blood was so warm, and how dirty the hands were stained with blood.

For the first time, I felt that I was just as dirty as the world.

For the first time, I felt that the life that had died was gone.

Tired... , really, tired ...

The sea breeze was blowing, raising the woman's hair, closing her eyes, and slowly walking towards the deep water.

The sea water slowly submerged overhead, and under the clear water, the moonlight lit up the blue underwater world.

Those colorful swimming fish, glittering shells...

Lian Ling had a faint smile on his face, and a joyful mood arose.

It turns out that there will be beautiful places in this world, but they are hidden under this water surface and have not discovered it until today.

I felt more relaxed than I had ever felt before, and I had never felt like I was alive at this moment.

If you are a sinful person, I hope that this clean sea can wash away your soul...

In the suffocating mind, a trace of uncertain memories resurfaced...

In my memory, I can't seem to open my eyes, I can only feel that my hungry self is sucking something...

Hehe, is that me who hasn't been weaned yet...

No, it's not, it's sweet, it's the most familiar to me, the smell of blood...

Could it be that when he was born, he was a wicked baby who drank blood...

My family, my family, what do they look like...

In my memory, I can't find any warm pictures, only, in the war, the suffering experience of relying on my sister for my life.

grabbed food with vicious dogs, rummaged through the pile of dead people, and finally found a steamed bun, but it was snatched away by a passing homeless man...

There is no water to drink...

There is no food ...

In the troubled times, I can't feel a trace of kindness, and in order to survive, everyone can no longer be regarded as a human being.

It is a beast, a beast that eats human flesh, even a beast.

The so-called human life is just a joke, and the so-called biological flesh and blood are just a lump of meat in the pot....

The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, so that all the pictures in my mind slowly disappeared.

Death, perhaps, is the best and only relief.

Chapter 28: The End