Chapter 1440
He did not leave the procuratorate directly, but walked along the corridor, passed the old small rooms with locked doors, and stopped in front of a door that opened in a flash.
There were soldiers standing in front of the door. That was the room where Su Cheng had been imprisoned.
He stood at the door, his face turned sideways towards it, motionless for a long time, before slowly turning his head to look into the room.
The space inside was very small, with a narrow bed against the wall that was not even big enough for a person to turn over.
His cold gaze swept across the room slowly as if it were real, and finally stopped in a shadow in the corner.
That wasn't actually a shadow. In the dim light, the mark was actually old blood.
He stared at the mottled and old bloodstains for a long time, as if he saw everything that happened in this corner more than ten years ago in the dim shadows.
The cruel and repeated beatings that he had not witnessed, the fresh, warm blood that flowed from his parents' bodies, the painful screams and groans that were beaten out of their throats and lungs.
And there was my sister curled up on the bed, screaming in fear.
All the atrocities and crimes were buried in this damp, dirty little room that never sees the sun. Time then locked everything, and dust gathered on the lock. All the struggles and pain, injustice and anger that once existed were buried.
People no longer care, they even forget those names. Soon new things occupy everyone's attention, and no one will remember the dead souls of this family.
But it doesn't matter.
The man turned around, his straight back shining like a cold sword in the dim light of this cramped space.
He walked towards the exit, his steps leisurely and unhurried.
It's enough for me to remember.
Thinking this, he slowly walked through the long corridor and stepped into the dark night, like a ghost walking out of a coffin, carrying the blood and wounds of old times.
I will use the blood of those in power to wash away the dust on the box and open everyone's memory.
You will always remember.
That family, the people who should not have died, who should have been alive in this world.
You will always remember it.
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The sea was covered with blood.
She saw again the huge setting sun and the lone ship sailing in its shadow.
The girl stood on the top of the mountain, and the sea breeze blew her beautiful princess dress.
She looked towards the foot of the mountain in a daze, yet seemed to sense something. There were still those frightened crowds gathered around.
But the moment she saw a familiar, pale and bloodless hand hanging down, someone still stood in front of her.
The young man in the ill-fitting suit had a slender but thin figure, a pale face, and narrow and cold eyes.
He stood in front of her, his voice was just like his appearance, pleasant but unkind.
"Don't look."
Just after these words came out, the girl's gaze turned again.
She was picked up by the servant and hurried away. Amid the noisy and panicked crowd, she passed by the young man and looked at the sea.
In the huge sunset, the young man with a camera hanging on his chest was soaking wet. He stood straight like a javelin on the wooden boat and looked at her from a distance.
And further behind him, a scene that had never been seen before suddenly appeared.
It was a medium-sized cruise ship.
The ship's hull was white with blurry English letters engraved on it, and a slender figure seemed to be standing on the deck.
He was covered in the sunset as if he was covered in blood.
From a distance, she could feel the man's gaze on her.
Then, he seemed to smile.
In fact, this feeling was ridiculous, because at such a distance she couldn't even see the figures on the boat.
But she just felt that the man smiled at her.
However, her blood ran cold at this smile, and at the same time she saw the man raising his hand towards the sea in the distance.
He pulled the trigger at the young man on the wooden boat indifferently and without hesitation.
Bang--
"ah!"
The girl screamed and sat up from the bed, and what she saw was the rare sunlight filling the room.
A streak of cold sweat slid down her graceful face and dripped into the warm quilt.
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