Only the roar of the rain could be heard on the quiet viaduct.
The endless torrential rain seemed to have separated this place from the mortal world, isolating everything and swallowing the entire world.
"So this is what you look like."
Huai Shi opened the door and stared at the old man in the car. He ignored the gun pointed at his face and looked at him seriously. His mottled white hair was meticulous, his expression was dignified, and his suit was well-ironed. He was so dignified that he looked like he had just walked down from a podium.
"You really … have a decent face."
Huai Shi pushed away the slightly trembling gun and sat in the car, dripping wet. He sat opposite Qi Wen, the rain and blood on his clothes leaving streaks of dirt on the leather sofa.
It was good to be rich.
He looked around at the exquisite decorations in the spacious car. He looked down at the soft carpet under his feet and the black footprints he had left behind. He smacked his lips and looked up to ask, "Do you have a cigarette?"
Qi Wen did not speak. The veins on the back of his hand holding the gun bulged.
He used so much force.
But he did not have the courage to pull the trigger. After a long time, the gun fell weakly on his knees.
Huai Shi finally found several cigars sealed in copper pipes from the hidden compartment of the armrest. They looked unbelievably expensive and smelled like money.
"Thank you."
After politely thanking him, Huai Shi took out a knife and pried open the copper pipe. He cut the head and the butt of the cigar like in the movies, but the cut seemed to be a little too big. The whole cigar was about to fall apart. He was so scared that he quickly squeezed it tightly.
After all, a loose cigar would waste a lot of money.
He thought about it and took two more. He would bring them back for Old Liu to try.
In the silence, Qi Wen quietly looked at him looking poor as he rummaged through the car. Finally, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Where is He Luo?"
"Dead."
Huai Shi searched for a lighter in his pocket and told him casually, "Look back at the isolation pier. The one that fell on the ground."
Qi Wen was stunned.
His lips opened stiffly, but he did not speak. In the end, he leaned weakly on the chair, his mottled white hair hanging down.
It was as if he had collapsed in an instant.
Finally, he revealed a trace of weariness in his resentment.
Huai Shi finally found the lighter.
Grasping it in his damp hand, he spat out a flame and lit the tail of the cigar. He took a deep breath, and then naturally began to cough violently.
It was sucked into his lungs.
Soon, he threw the cigar out the window in disdain. It was so troublesome to smoke it, so it was definitely not a good thing. These rich people must have too much money to burn.
"Excuse me, please wait a moment."
He finally remembered. He waved his hand and began to rummage through his pockets. "Antidote, antidote, where is the antidote … Ah, it's here."
He found a small bottle in the inner pocket. It was filled with a colorless, viscous liquid that looked like glue.
Crow had assured him that the effect would be outstanding, but he still felt that there was something wrong.
Huai Shi sniffed it suspiciously, but did not smell anything strange. He raised his head and drank it in one gulp. Then, he felt a deep bitter taste explode in his mouth, spreading all the way down, stimulating his throat and esophagus, and finally churning in his stomach.
It was like a big hand that kept digging.
It extracted all the poisonous fog and pulled it into a ball. Then, Huai Shi's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously covered his mouth. Soon, he bent down and vomited violently.
A pile of green blood clots, lunch, and the milk tea he bought on the way.
He vomited all of it.
It stained Qi Wen's handmade leather shoes. It was such an eyesore.
"Tissue, tissue …"
Huai Shi fumbled for the tissue in a flurry, directly pulled the box over, wiped his face carelessly, and then pulled out two pieces to blow his nose.
In the end, the ball of paper was thrown out of the window, into the silent wind and cold rain.
He let out a long breath and finally relaxed. The blood vessels on his face that were dyed dark green gradually returned to their original color, revealing a slightly young and calm face.
He looked at Qi Wen in front of him.
He looked at him carefully.
Suddenly, he asked, "Have you eaten?"
"…"
Qi Wen raised his eyes and glanced at him as if he was looking at a fool, but he did not speak.
"To be honest, I thought you would run away."
Huai Shi grinned. "It's like a game of hide-and-seek. You pretend to be a human, and I pretend to be a ghost. You run in front, and I chase from behind … Besides, it's raining. Look, how romantic!"
"You win, Huai Shi. Congratulations, you've successfully ruined my career and my life."
Opposite him, the old man looked at him with cold eyes and laughed. He slowly raised the gun in his hand. "You can be proud as much as you want. This is the right that the winner has won, but don't think that I will wag my tail and beg for pity."
So, he arrogantly glanced at him one last time.
He put the gun under his chin.
He pulled the trigger.
In the silence, there was only the sound of rain.
The sound of rain outside the car window mixed with the sound of rain inside the car window, and there was no difference.
Only a hoarse scream suddenly rang out, full of pain, as if it wanted to pierce Huai Shi's eardrums.
Qi Wen's hand fell to the ground, along with his gun.
Blood spurted out from the smooth incision on his elbow and flowed down his exquisite suit. Finally, like a meandering stream, it merged into the soft carpet, dyeing it a gradually spreading dark red.
"Calm down, I didn't mean to humiliate you, and I didn't want to be so rough," Huai Shi corrected him sincerely. "Actually, I just wanted to see you smile."
As he said that, he reached out and pulled Qi Wen's hair, pulling him up. He looked at the twisted and ferocious face and asked softly,
"Tell me, when my home was destroyed, did you smile?"
Of course, Qi Wen did not smile.
He glared at Huai Shi and panted violently. He spat blood-stained saliva at him and landed on his face. But Huai Shi was still calm.
Calm, as if he could not feel the anger.
"Speaking of which, I should congratulate you first," he said. "I remember you said that after the bid opening tomorrow, you would be able to control the route of Penghu. From then on, you would be the master and wouldn't have to be anyone's dog."
Huai Shi said solemnly, "Congratulations, Mr. Qi. Your dream is about to come true."
"You f * cking … I should have killed you back then, you damn leftover!"
Qi Wen glared at him and cursed hoarsely, "Whether it is you or your parents, you are all a bunch of useless trash who can't do anything right! I really should have buried you with them! I should have torn you into pieces! "
"Why aren't you smiling, Mr. Qi Wen?"
Huai Shi asked doubtfully, "Isn't realizing your dream something to be happy about?"
Qi Wen did not say anything else. He just glared at him.
His bloodshot eyes were full of viciousness.
Huai Shi let go of his hand in disappointment. He pulled two pieces of tissue and wiped the saliva on his face.
"I have always had a goal," he said softly.
He pondered and said softly, "I want to live a healthy life. I want to study hard, get into college, become a musician, support my parents who don't treat me well, meet a woman who loves me, marry her, teach our children seriously, live my life respectfully, and die peacefully surrounded by my family.
If there's a dream, this is probably my dream. "
As he said that, he shrugged and spread his hands helplessly. "Look, a cheap second-hand piano, two family members who don't love me, an old house … This is all I have."
"But now, I don't have a family anymore."
Rainwater continued to fall from his wet hair, mixing with the blood and turning into a murky red color. It was impossible to wipe it off, leaving a winding trail on his face.
"Mr. Qi Wen …"
Huai Shi said, "I have lost my dream."
"I am very sad."
Qi Wen grinned maliciously. He opened his mouth to speak, but then there was a roar from the car.
Smoke slowly rose from Huai Shi's pistol. The bullet passed through Qi Wen's lips and came out of his face, nailing into the dashboard of the driver's seat.
Blood spurted out.
"Please don't speak."
Huai Shi looked up at him and thanked him sincerely. "Thank you for being willing to listen to me for so long. I feel much better now. Now, we should finish what we haven't done. "
Qi Wen's face twitched.
In the young man's hand, the barrel of the gun was slowly raised and aimed at his face. The path to hell was reflected in his trembling eyes.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger.
Bang!
There was an awkward sound from the barrel of the gun. There was no more bullets.
"Sorry, this is my first time taking revenge. I am not very experienced. Please wait for a moment."
Huai Shi fumbled for a handful of bullets from his pocket. He tried to take out the magazine in a hurry, but it seemed to be stuck. No matter how hard he pressed the button, he couldn't get it out.
Death seemed to be close at hand, but it lingered not far away, quietly enjoying this rare comedy.
Among the soft sounds, there was the sound of a cello. Huai Shi's phone vibrated. Huai Shi didn't answer, but it kept ringing, as if it would persevere until the end of time.
Until Huai Shi pressed the phone, a little annoyed.
"Hello? Who is this? "he asked." If you have something to say, say it quickly. I am busy here … "
"I am Ai Qing." A familiar voice came from the phone.
"Hmm? What's the matter? " Huai Shi held the phone on his shoulder and focused on dealing with the stuck magazine. "By the way, I would like to ask. Speaking of which, how do I change the bullets in this gun that was issued to me? I have been researching it for a long time. I am waiting online. It is quite urgent. "
Ai Qing was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where are you now?"
"I am at home. The rain is so heavy. I am very scared and very lonely. I can only hold a gun to keep warm. Ah, it sounds gay, but this magazine really can't be opened at all."
A sigh came from the phone.
"Don't waste your energy. The gun is installed with a safety lock." Her voice became cold. "Also, the surveillance camera told me that you are not at home. Huai Shi, you are sitting in front of a dying man on the overpass of the Jinhai Expressway, trying to blow his head off with a bullet."
"Hmm?"
Huai Shi was stunned. He subconsciously poked his head out and glanced at the camera not far away. "Sorry, the signal is not very good. What did you say? "
"Listen to me, Huai Shi. If you kill him here, you will only be punished. Neither the Astronomy Society nor the Special Affairs Department will allow it. Put down the gun. Believe me, one day, this matter will be resolved in a way that will satisfy everyone."
"Then will they kill him?" Huai Shi asked back. "Shoot him or hang him? Or the electric chair? Or to be more humane, injection of drugs? "
"…" Ai Qing did not say anything.
"I am only 17 years old, sister. Don't say these things that I don't understand." Huai Shi grinned and sighed helplessly. "If you want to say it, it doesn't matter if you are punished. It doesn't matter if you are locked in prison.
But there are some things that must be done. Even if you are struck by lightning, you still have to do it, right? "
After a long silence, Ai Qing asked softly, "Do you have to do this?"
"I have to do this."
The young man raised his eyes and looked at Qi Wen, whose expression had changed drastically. He calmly announced, "He must die."
The last thing he heard was a sigh.
The phone was hung up.
Immediately after, Huai Shi heard a crisp sound coming from the gun. The clip smoothly slid out and landed in his hand.
Huai Shi was stunned. After a long time, he shook his head helplessly.
"Don't do something that will make you an accomplice, okay?"
After a long period of being stunned, he finally sighed and put down the gun unhappily.
"Congratulations, you've hit the jackpot …"
Qi Wen was stunned for a moment before he was overjoyed. However, before his smile could bloom, he saw the surprise that Huai Shi had given him. "There is a new way to die that you have never tried before."
In that instant, a pale flame slowly ignited in the young man's raised right hand.
In the flame of the source substance, strands of material rose, revealing a metallic gray texture. They intertwined with each other and were intricately woven together, forming a rope as thick as a pinky finger.
He screamed and subconsciously wanted to push open the car door and escape. The farther the better. He ran wildly in the rain with all his might, almost falling to the ground as he moved forward on all fours.
However, the rope snaked over like a snake and silently wrapped around his neck.
Then, it suddenly tightened!
At the last moment, he heard the young man's whisper behind him.
"Then, before you die … please empathize with my 'sorrow.'"
.
.
"Faster, faster! Faster! "
In the passenger seat, Director Fu roared angrily at the driver. "We are the f * cking Special Affairs Division. Why should we care about traffic lights?! Hurry up! "
Under his urging, the rampaging motorcade roared through the city and rushed in the direction of Duga. From afar, they could hear the rumbling of collapsing buildings, as well as the loud sound of explosions and gunshots.
"F * ck the astronomy club! I should have f * cking killed that little b * stard back then! "
Director Fu's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
What was this? How was this a f * cking explosion? This was an endless list of reports and reflections! It was over. Not only was there no hope for a promotion, it was already a miracle that he did not get an internal report.
Right now, he couldn't help but want to call Fu Yi and ask her where she found such a combat classmate!
But now, it was too late.
He could only pray that Qi Wen's men could hold out a little longer and not be killed by Huai Shi. If that happened, it would all be over.
Holding onto the warmth in his heart, he hurried along the way.
When he finally reached Duga, his heart was completely cold.
"F * cking hell, why …"
Anyone with eyes could see the young man sitting on Duga's fracture. He sat quietly in the rain and wind, his head lowered as he stared at the gradually clearing sky and sunset in the distance.
Beside him was a dangling rope.
There was also an old corpse swaying in the rain and wind.
As if tortured, his body was twisted into a strange shape, spasming until he died. His mottled white hair was soaked, covering the distorted face of suffocation.
And just under the open lapel of his suit, someone had written an epitaph for him with blood on the white shirt of the deceased.
"I thought that in this world, the winner takes all …"
With a gentle breeze, the corpse flipped over lightly, revealing the bloody confession written on the back.
— — [I was wrong]
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