I opened my eyelids slightly in a daze and saw Zhou Binchen's intoxicated profile.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw the distorted and hideous face of Yao Yifeng behind Zhou Binchen. He was holding a stone and was about to smash it on Zhou Binchen's head.
That ferocious look, even before the stone fell, the powerful hatred seemed to be able to explode a person's skull.
I took a deep breath and subconsciously rolled over to knock Zhou Bingchen to the ground, using my back to block the falling stone.
When Yao Yifeng saw me standing in front of Zhou Binchen, his pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but he couldn't control his strength, and watched helplessly as the stone in his hand hit my back.
There was a crisp "click" sound.
He could even hear the sound of bones breaking.
On the spot, a mouthful of blood spurted out of my mouth.
Zhou Bingchen's pupils shook, and his soul was shattered into pieces by the blow.
He took off his loose sweater and put it on me. With trembling hands, he wiped the blood off my lips. "Chuyuan, Chuyuan, you will be fine..."
I wanted to raise my eyes to look at him, but I just felt pain all over my body, as if it was falling apart, and I was in so much pain that I almost fainted.
The entire spine in my back felt like it was broken, and my lower body, which was originally painful, was numb, as if it didn't belong to my body.
I squinted my eyes and looked at Zhou Bingchen with difficulty, whose eyes were red. I wanted to say something to him, but I found that as soon as I opened his mouth, blood kept gushing out.
"No, don't sleep, Chuyuan!"
Zhou Bingchen hugged me and screamed heartbreakingly, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
He also heard the sound of bones breaking just now, and my current condition was not right at all. It seemed like I was in extreme pain and my whole body was twitching.
He held me, whom he had just found, in his arms, terrified as if he had lost everything. He wailed loudly, and his shrill cries shook the entire cave and spread throughout the valley like an earthquake.
The stone in Yao Yifeng's hand fell.
Just now he was holding on with the strength to find me, but now, he fell to the ground as if his soul had been sucked out.
He looked at me with lifeless eyes, then slowly closed his eyes, and stretched out his hands, which kept shaking.
He had killed countless people in the past.
But he didn't expect that he would kill me!
Seeing me close my eyes, he got up from the ground and ran out of the cave like crazy.
Outside the cave, furry animals were torn into pieces and several golden jackals were lying in a mess.
But he ran in the snow regardless.
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard the roar of a helicopter overhead.
He stopped in the vast snow, as if he had lost his direction. Everything around him was spinning, and he stood there crying and laughing.
He recalled that when his sister first picked him up, it was his first time in the country. In order to complete his mission in an unfamiliar environment, he hid under the target person's bed in his home and starved for three days and three nights before he killed the person.
But after he completed the task, he was told that he could not go back.
He was abandoned by the people sent by T in a park that was also covered with snow.
T told him that if he wanted to survive, he had to live under a different identity.
That late night, he stood in the snow, watching the snow slowly submerge his calves, as if feeling a sense of relief.
He was only seven years old and was smaller than others due to long-term malnutrition, but his eyes were like those of an adult who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
He found it utterly boring.
Before coming, he had just killed the golden jackal that grew up with him, and even numbly threw its litter of little golden jackals off the cliff under T's scolding.
T even used his brother's life to allow him to travel to different countries and kill people.
Standing in that foreign country, the little boy thought it was good not to have to go back to that nightmarish place.
He thought of the little match girl.
He wondered if he would see his mother before he died.
If possible, he would like to be a child with a mother before he dies.
He raised his head and fell backwards. The bone-chilling snow wrapped him up, but he felt extremely safe.
He wanted to have a small home like countless other children, with a mother and a warm fireplace.
There was hot food on the table, and he, with a full stomach, went to the study to do his homework quietly.
In the snow, he watched the heavy snow covering him little by little, as if he really saw these beautiful scenes.
There is no need to think about how to kill people or how to avoid being discovered.
What they hold in their hands are no longer knives or guns, but pens and toys that belong to children. They grow up happily, in a beautiful and peaceful way.
Later on, he did realize these wishes.
When he was in a state of confusion.
His sister, with her hair in a high ponytail, stood under the street light, leaning over to look at him against the light.
She was like a fairy draped in brilliant light, pulling him out of the snow.
His dream gradually became true.
He and she had a family.
There are hot meals, warm beds, and pens at home. I learned to laugh and cry.
As a child he considered her his mother.
When she grows up a little, treat her as your sister.
Now, he regards her as his beloved woman.
He wanted to give her all his love, but he hurt her again and again.
Just like before, he almost killed his loving brother and his pet who was like a playmate to him.
now.
He killed his sister again with his own hands!
He stretched out his hands and looked at his hands that had killed countless people, crying and laughing.
Finally, he opened his arms, just like when he was seven years old, and fell backward into the freezing snow.
He stretched out his hand to the empty air, as if touching the hand that his sister had extended to him thirteen years ago.
"Sister, can you take me away?"
A snowflake fell into his eyes, blurring his vision.
The crunching sound of stepping on the snow came from far away.
He was in the midst of flying snow, and his outstretched hand finally fell powerlessly into the ice and snow.
Before he closed his eyes, he seemed to vaguely see a blurry figure of a woman, leaning over to look at him just like his sister did back then.
"Sister! Sister!"
He murmured, but eventually lost consciousness in the despair of killing his sister...
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