Chapter 132 In the end... I couldn't save him
Fang Changling was holding Xiao Qihao's body, his police hat dropped at his feet.
The normally straight spine now bends like a reed broken by the wind.
His shoulders shook violently, and his rough palms stroked Xiao Qihao's cold cheeks again and again.
The cry was hoarse like iron sheet rubbed by sandpaper.
"Qihao, stop making trouble... wake up... look at your uncle..."
When Shen Qingze squatted down, his knees hit the gravel with a dull sound, but he was completely unaware.
The fingertips trembled as they stretched towards Xiao Qihao's nose, but there was no warm air flow there.
Only the residual warmth that gradually dissipated through the fabric,
The edge of the bloody hole on the chest was clotted with dark purple blood clots, and the broken ribs could be clearly seen.
Shen Qingze's stomach churned, and his eyes instantly turned red.
"How could this happen... I clearly..."
“Woo…”
Ye Xiang suddenly let out a small sob.
He was kneeling on the ground, his knees were bleeding, and he was moving towards this side little by little.
There were still spots of blood on his face, his eyes were as empty as a dry well, and untuned sobs came out of his throat.
"It's not me... I didn't..."
He looked at Xiao Qihao's body and suddenly shook his head violently.
Grabbing his hair tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white.
"It's this... It's the black fog... I can't control it..."
"brute!"
Fang Changling raised his head suddenly, staring at Ye Xiang with bloodshot eyes.
He placed Xiao Qihao's body carefully on the ground, staggered over, grabbed Ye Xiang by the collar and threw him to the ground.
Two buttons on his police uniform flew off, revealing his chest that was heaving violently with anger.
He raised his fist high, his knuckles turning white from the force, but he stopped abruptly just before it fell.
The police badge on his cuff flashed coldly in the moonlight, reminding him of his identity that could not be crossed.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Fang Changling's roar shocked the surrounding police officers so much that they dared not speak out. His saliva splashed on Ye Xiang's face.
"How has my nephew wronged you? Why are you hurting him like this?"
His voice suddenly choked, and he slammed his fist into the ground, not even noticing the gravel embedded in his palm.
"How old is he... He hasn't even started a family yet... How dare you... How dare you!"
Ye Xiang lay on the ground, letting the cold stones hit his cheeks.
Tears mixed with dirt flowed down, and I kept repeating in my mouth,
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Shen Qing looked at Fang Changling who looked like a madman, and then looked at Xiao Qihao who was gradually losing his temperature on the ground.
His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe.
He had clearly anticipated that the ghost slave in Ye Xiang's body would counterattack, and had clearly asked Yeluvis to set up defenses.
Why did I miss this last bit of regret?
He thought it was too simple. He even simply thought that the remnant was looking for a chance to come back.
I didn't expect that he was waiting for an opportunity to drag someone down with him.
That person turned out to be Xiao Qihao...
"alright."
Yeluvis' voice suddenly sounded, with unquestionable majesty.
He walked to Shen Qingze, bent down to help him up, and gently wiped the wet marks from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.
"Life and death are predestined for all mortals."
"But he shouldn't be such a fixed number!"
Shen Qing suddenly shook off his hand, her voice filled with suppressed tears.
"We could have saved him!"
Fang Changling slowly stood up and wiped his face with his sleeve, but he couldn't wipe away the tears on his face.
He bent down and carefully picked up Xiao Qihao's body, his movements were as gentle as if he was holding fragile porcelain.
When he turned around, his back was so hunched that he seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
"take away."
He gave orders to the police officer behind him in a hoarse voice, and there was no trace of emotion in his voice, only dead fatigue.
The police officers quickly stepped forward and carried the distraught Ye Xiang to his feet.
The cold handcuffs locked around his wrists, making a harsh clanging sound.
Ye Xiang did not resist, but just stared at Xiao Qihao in Fang Changling's arms, tears rolling down like beads from a broken string.
Shen Qing stood there, watching their backs gradually disappear into the distance.
The flashlight and warning light made the bloodstains on the ground look like dancing flames.
The night wind blew, picking up the hair scattered on his shoulders, bringing a piercing chill.
Yeluweisi gently hugged him from behind, and the warmth of his palms came through the clothes.
But it couldn't warm his heart which was slowly cooling down.
"In the end... I couldn't save him."
Shen Qingze's voice was as light as a sigh, disappearing into the silent night.
The moonlight sprinkled on his pale face, reflecting the bottomless regret in his eyes.
This farce caused by the power of ghosts and gods ultimately came to an incomplete end with the blood of mortals.
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When the police car stopped at the alley entrance, Shen Qing looked at the familiar blue bricks and black tiles, his fingertips curled lightly on his knees.
The shadow of the sycamore tree outside the car window passed over my face, just like how he looked when he left.
But at this moment, the evening breeze was missing the sound of Xiao Qihao's loud laughter.
He pushed the door open and got out of the car, his shoes making a soft sound on the bluestone slabs.
I looked up and saw the curtains drooping on the second-floor window.
It was torn when Ye Xiang lost control, and there was still half a dead leaf stuck on the corner.
"Thank you very much."
Shen Qing nodded to the police officer, turned around and pushed open the half-closed wooden door.
The door hinges creaked, as if complaining about his long absence.
The living room still looked destroyed: the overturned bookshelf was crushing broken porcelain vases, the paintings on the wall were hanging at an angle, the glass frames had spider-web-like cracks, and the ground was littered with book pages and black footprints.
He stood at the entrance, his fingertips stroking the thin dust on the shoe cabinet, and a dryness rose in his throat.
I thought I would not be able to come back for a long time, but I did not expect to be able to return so hastily.
I glanced at the mess on the ground and suddenly I didn't have the energy to clean it up.
I simply took off my shoes and walked barefoot on the cold floor, moving step by step into the bathroom.
The water from the tap smells like rust.
Shen Qing scooped up some cold water and splashed it on his face. The person in the mirror looked pale, with dark circles under his eyes and fatigue still lingering at the corners of his lips.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror.
In a trance, I felt that those eyes still reflected Xiao Qihao's last lifeless look.
“Tsk.”
Shen Qing turned off the faucet, and water dripped down his chin, hitting the sink and leaving a small mark.
He turned and went downstairs. The yellow-braised chicken restaurant downstairs still had its warm yellow lights on.
The proprietress was wiping the table with her head down. When she saw him come in, she looked up and gave him a familiar smile.
"Mr. Shen? Still the same?"
"Yeah, more cilantro."
He sat by the window, watching the lady boss throw the chopped chicken into the pot. White mist filled the glass window.
"Why don't you see your boy?"
The proprietress placed a plate of braised chicken on his table and asked jokingly,
"who?"
Shen Qing looked up in confusion, but suddenly realized that this might be referring to Xiao Qihao.
"That handsome boy who eats braised chicken three times a day says he's your brother and is here to see you."
“He…”
Shen Qing felt bitter, but finally said helplessly,
"I'm home..."
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