Where have my good friends gone?
Didn't the person leave?
How would I know?
It's definitely not here.
"She left, she left with her bodyguards, after delivering the weapons."
The gang leader quickly said.
They've left?
"If you mess with her, you're all dead!"
Cindy was furious.
Since you've already left, then there must have been a problem along the way. Just go back along the path your good friend took and you'll find out.
Cindy walked slowly forward, feeling a little worried about the safety of her good friend, who was also her future sister-in-law. Her footsteps echoed with an uneasy rhythm.
Behind Cindy was a team of bodyguards dressed in black suits with stern faces. Their presence was like a barrier in the night, trying to isolate her from the unease and danger of the outside world.
However, even such a well-trained team could not completely dispel the lingering gloom in Cindy's heart.
As they ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery gradually dimmed, and the dim yellow light of the streetlights was swallowed up by the dense trees, leaving only patches of mottled shadows, like unknown creatures lurking in the shadows, silently watching the group's movements.
Cindy's heart raced involuntarily, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the handbag tightly. Ahead lay a bridge archway forgotten in the corner of time.
The bridge archway is like a giant black hole, swallowing all the light and warmth, leaving only a suffocating atmosphere of oppression.
When Cindy and her group stepped into this territory, an indescribable stench assaulted their nostrils, a mixture of dampness, mold, and human excrement that made them want to flee.
However, what terrified Cindy even more were the eyes lurking in the darkness.
They were like countless pairs of hungry beast eyes, gleaming with greed and curiosity, projecting from every corner and locking onto her firmly.
Some of these gazes were filled with wariness towards strangers, while others revealed despair for life. But more than anything, they reflected a desire to seize any possible resources.
Under such scrutiny, Cindy felt like a piece of fresh meat about to be devoured, helpless and vulnerable.
The space inside the bridge arch is much larger than it appears from the outside. The intricate terrain forms natural "rooms," each of which is the stage for different life stories.
Some homeless people huddled in tattered cardboard boxes, trying to retain some body warmth in the cold wind; others sat around a fire, using scavenged food and alcohol to numb themselves, attempting to forget the cruelty of reality.
But more often, there are those who are idle and have empty eyes, existing in a state of near numbness, as if they have become accustomed to the indifference and injustice of this world.
In this sea of chaos and despair, Cindy heard the sounds of men reveling coming from some corner.
It was a kind of indulgence mixed with vulgar laughter and the stimulation of alcohol, with a primal wildness and unruliness in the voice, yet also revealing a deep sorrow.
The sound was like a signal, reminding Cindy that this place was not only a refuge for the homeless, but also a breeding ground for the dark side of human nature, an abyss where desire and sin intertwined.
Cindy's steps grew heavier and heavier, each step feeling like she was walking on cotton, soft and yielding, with no foothold.
Try to avoid eye contact with those greedy eyes, for fear of becoming their next target if you're not careful.
An indescribable tension filled the air, as if a conflict could erupt at any moment.
Although the bodyguards had no expression, their eyes were unusually alert, ready to deal with any possible emergencies.
In such an environment, even well-trained professionals have to admit that it is a place that can easily challenge the limits of human psychology.
Cindy prayed silently that the search would end soon so they could leave this suffocating place.
Inside this bridge arch, there is only endless darkness and despair, and those insatiable, greedy eyes.
As you walk to the middle of the bridge arch, the light becomes even dimmer, to the point where you can barely see your hand in front of your face.
Even so, Cindy keenly sensed that a large number of people had gathered ahead. Their whispers and noises echoed in the empty bridge arch, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness, sending chills down her spine.
Cindy's breathing became rapid. Without stopping, she gritted her teeth and, filled with an indescribable fear and anger, approached the unknown source step by step.
When she finally got close, the sight before her made her heart skip a beat.
In the dim firelight, a disheveled face covered in grime came into view, its eyes empty and desperate, as if it had lost all color and hope.
Cindy's eyes widened instantly, her anger erupting like a volcano, an uncontrollable rage surging from the depths of her heart and soaring to the heavens.
"What are you doing?!" Cindy roared, her voice echoing through the underpass like thunder.
Cindy could no longer tolerate these homeless people's trampling of humanity and insult to dignity.
She snatched a gun from a bodyguard, her finger firmly on the trigger, and fired two shots without hesitation.
Gunshots boomed through the bridge arch, deafening, as if tearing the darkness and despair apart.
The homeless people were terrified by the sudden gunshot. They screamed in panic, and some even ran around naked, creating chaos.
When she finally arrived at the shocking scene, the sight before her was unbelievable.
The bullied person was curled up on the ground, groaning helplessly, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Cindy's anger reached its peak; her fingers trembled, and she could barely control her emotions.
She finally understood why there were so many greedy eyes here, and why such a heavy atmosphere of despair permeated the place.
These people have not only lost their direction in life, but also their basic human dignity and compassion.
Cindy squatted down and looked at the familiar person in front of her. She was her best friend and her future sister-in-law.
She was once a beautiful woman, a confident woman. And now?
There was absolutely no light left in his eyes.
Looking at everything in front of her, Cindy slowly reached out and touched her best friend's neck with both hands.
Her best friend's eyes widened as she sensed something.
Cindy slowly tightened her grip, tightening it hard, until she felt her best friend's neck stop moving. Then she slowly released her grip and covered her friend's unwilling eyes.
It wouldn't have been a big deal if she had been bullied, but she was his future sister-in-law, and he wouldn't allow her to cheat on his brother, so she had to die!
Our family can't afford to lose face like this!
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