Chapter 150 Gunshots
Xu Wenyao's expression froze.
"Fake?"
He turned around, grabbed a stack and threw it at Xu Jiqing's face, "How dare you fucking play tricks on me?!"
Banknotes fell like snowflakes.
Xu Wenyao suddenly laughed twice again, picked up the wine bottle with only the bottom left and smashed it on the edge of the table, the glass shattered. He held the jagged bottle mouth and approached Xu Jiqing who was sitting on the chair step by step.
"You little bastard, you've ruined my life. Anyone can come and step on me. Now that you want to live a good life, you come back to humiliate me."
"Okay, you look down on me, don't you?"
Xu Wenyao opened his cloudy eyes wide, raised the broken wine bottle in his hand, and smashed it on Xu Jiqing's head again and again, his voice getting sharper and sharper, "I'll make you look down on me! I'll make you look down on me!"
"Who gave birth to you? Who raised you? You can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars in the future. What's wrong with giving this little change to your father? Why did you lie to me? Why do you look down on me?"
The sticky dark color flowed down and soon blurred Xu Jiqing's eyeball.
The vision turned into a cloudy red.
His right wrist was in pain, but he had adjusted it to an angle where he could breathe, and his left hand had a chance of loosening. He only had a little time left.
There were many wounds, the temples were hot and wet, and blood was flowing down the brow arches on the front.
Xu Wenyao gasped, "Don't you believe what I said?"
There is a warm, sweet smell on the bridge of the nose and corners of the mouth.
It's so sticky, so it's a bit itchy.
Xu Jiqing licked it, looked straight at Xu Wenyao, and smiled lightly, "Believe it."
The wine bottle has been broken and cannot be used.
Xu Wenyao rushed into the kitchen like a mad animal, took out a knife, and slammed it on the dining table while panting.
"I originally just wanted to cripple your left hand and lock you up at home to keep me company. Now this is the path you chose."
"Don't blame me," he sat down again and stuffed a piece of pork elbow into his mouth. "After I finish this meal, I will die with you. We will go on the road together."
No one spoke anymore in the restaurant.
Xu Wenyao is tall and strong. He was good at everything when he was young. After being laid off, he was ruined by alcohol. His fingers would tremble when he was angry or excited.
The tips of the chopsticks touched the plastic bag, making a rustling sound.
Xu Jiqing watched all this silently, his dark hair almost soaked with blood, and the silence was a little creepy.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Xu Wenyao took a sip of his wine and asked, "Are you blaming me for not letting you have your last meal?"
He grabbed three dumplings from the plastic box, held them in his hand, and stuffed them into Xu Jiqing's mouth. He poured all the remaining white wine in the glass on his face, "Eat and drink well."
"Don't blame me if you go down. We will reincarnate together hand in hand. This time, daddy will treat you as a real brother. You will have the same fate as me."
Seventy-six-degree Lao Baigan.
Ever since he could remember, Xu Wenyao had been accustomed to drinking this kind of wine, which was quite strong.
It smells almost as pungent as industrial alcohol, and it produces a blue flame when lit, which is difficult to blow out.
The alcohol seeped into his scalp, and every pain nerve seemed to be spasming. Xu Jiqing's lips turned blue and white due to the stimulation, but his consciousness became extremely clear at the same time.
He turned his head and spat out the dumpling in his mouth.
Because I was holding the wire too hard, my left hand had cramped once.
Without hesitation, he gritted his teeth, used the back of the chair and his right hand for support, and struggled with the smallest possible force.
"Wait a minute, you'll leave first, and then Dad will be here."
There was an unopened bottle of wine on the table.
Xu Wenyao unscrewed the bottle, stood up and poured it everywhere he could see:
Xu Jiaojiao's dusty tricycle, Xu Jiqing's childhood photos, a whole row of trophies, and his small bedroom that he had not lived in for many years.
The whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
The alcohol he drank finally spread throughout Xu Wenyao's body. His steps began to become unsteady, his straight path was twisted, and an abnormal light flashed in his red eyes.
He stumbled out of Xu Jiqing's bedroom, muttering "wait for me", and took something back from the table.
The next second, Xu Jiqing heard the sound of a lighter.
Xu Wenyao lit the fire.
It's in the bedroom closest to the dining room.
The winter in Ancheng is dry. The flames started from the curtains and quickly spread to the bed on the side, spreading rapidly.
With the strong alcohol fueling the fire, the whole room quickly turned into a sea of fire.
Thick smoke rushed out faster than the flames. Xu Wenyao coughed violently twice, then came back and picked up the boning knife on the table.
A lighter in one hand and a knife in the other.
Xu Wenyao blinked hesitantly.
He took a last look at Xu Jiqing's young and handsome face, poured the last half bottle of wine on the table on him, and put the lighter close to his chin.
The wires binding my wrists loosened completely.
Xu Jiqing took a deep breath and struggled desperately.
He stood up suddenly, grabbed Xu Wenyao's other wrist tightly, and just snatched the knife away.
There was a loud noise from the old door lock, and the wooden door was kicked open.
There was a raging fire in the house, and thick smoke rolled in outside the door, blocking out the dim lights in the corridor.
The news of the fire on the fourth floor quickly spread throughout the building, and everyone ran downstairs.
Su Xia ran all the way up.
He kicked the door open with strength he didn't know where he got from, and stood at the door wearing the clean white down jacket in his dream, just like countless times in the past when he had never expected it.
She was breathing heavily, her face covered in sweat and tears, and she was holding the cello case that she had taken off her shoulder.
The fire grew more and more intense.
She didn't even dare to look at Xu Jiqing a second time.
With red eyes, he rushed towards him, picked up the expensive and heavy cello, and used all his strength to swing it towards Xu Wenyao's head.
“Go to hell!!”
The man staggered and fell uncontrollably into the fire.
The lighter and the long knife in Xu Jiqing's hand rolled to the ground.
The murderous intent that had been burning in my heart since the early morning seemed to become even stronger, and yet it seemed to be extinguished at this moment.
Xu Jiqing's ankles were also tied twice by Xu Wenyao and tied tightly to the chair legs.
Su Xia rushed over and took each side of him. Her hands were shaking so much that she pinched and squeezed the rope several times before she finally pulled out the end. She gritted her teeth and pulled it out with all her strength.
The blood on the face dripped onto the back of the girl's hand.
Xu Jiqing wiped it off, but found that there was more on his hand.
Su Xia cried.
Because I touched his hand and felt his body temperature, my tears fell even more violently than when I first entered the door.
She is so scared.
I was so anxious that I was scratching my head.
She clearly called the police as soon as she rushed to the gate of the community and vaguely saw smoke, but when will the police arrive?
The heat wave rolled in, the fire burned closer and closer, and his cotton coat was soaked with alcohol, like a heavy, wet bomb.
Xu Jiqing didn't know what he looked like now.
It's either scary or disgusting.
In short, it was a face that Su Xia didn't want to see.
He felt a little dizzy, and the blood that had flowed out earlier had dried up, as if a mask with a bad smell was stretched tightly on his face. He wanted to smile to comfort her, but found that he couldn't make any expression.
"Run, I'll be fine soon."
He spoke tentatively, his voice hoarse beyond belief.
The lights are out.
Visibility is decreasing in the thick smoke.
There was a faint sound of sirens outside the window.
Xu Wenyao touched the knife on the ground and stood up shakily, half of his face was burnt black by the fire.
Nothing is better to aim for than white.
His eyes were almost closed due to the smoke, and Xu Wenyao's consciousness was in a state of confusion. He raised the tip of the knife towards the back of the person in front of him.
He used all his strength this time.
Even through a thick layer of winter clothing, the sound of the blade piercing into flesh could still be heard.
Xu Wenyao grinned. Unable to hear the girl's scream of pain as he wished, he gripped the knife handle again and pulled out the sharp boning knife.
The police will be here soon.
After tonight, even if he is not sentenced to death, he will probably be imprisoned until he dies of old age.
No matter who it is, someone must go down to accompany him.
He raised his arms and tried to open his eyes wide.
Next second.
Four or five sharp footsteps approached rapidly, and the bright light of the police flashlight pierced the thick smoke, "Police! Don't move!"
Xu Wenyao remained unmoved. Instead, he used the light to clearly see his son's crippled hand that was tightly protecting the girl, and his face that was becoming increasingly pale due to blood loss.
He sighed regretfully, raised the knife suddenly, and rushed towards Xu Jiqing's chest.
"Bang--!"
“Bang!”
The leading female detective no longer hesitated and opened fire immediately.
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