Chapter 214

"It's the kind of tattoo that can be applied to the face with alcohol, but can only be removed with alcohol.

By sticking those tattoos on our faces, others can't tell what we really look like. Even if we are discovered, we still have a chance to escape and have time to run farther.

This way, it is neither painful nor disfiguring, it saves money, does not require bleeding, and you don't need to go to the hospital, and it is not easy to be discovered.

It doesn’t matter if we don’t have money and ask others to do things for us, we can do it ourselves.

Wrap cloth around your body to make clothes, use tree leaves and bird nests to make hairstyles, pick up discarded shoes from the trash can and wear them, wear them as you go and throw them away as you go, and I guarantee that they will look different no matter how you look at them.

It doesn't matter if it attracts attention, as long as no one recognizes us or even better if no one notices us. If we are discovered, we can still talk about our second identity, and maybe the idiots around us will help us.

They are all mentally ill, how can they have the nerve to criticize us?

We are much more normal than them.

I begged Wanwan not to give up on me.

Wanwan was still so gentle. She hugged me and said that she would love me forever unless I didn't want her.

I swore to her, I said I would love Wanwan forever. I said I absolutely did not want to leave Wanwan. I said what I said was from the heart.

Wanwan just smiled and didn't take it seriously. She still treated me as a child. Everyone treated me as a child, but among all those who treated me as a child, only Wanwan treated me the best.

How could I not love Wanwan?

Wanwan agreed to my request, and after getting off the car, she went to buy tattoos, picked up discarded shoes from the trash can, made clothes, changed her hairstyle, or had her face disfigured.

I was so happy, I thought we could finally get rid of those two beasts.

But it was too late.

The car suddenly shook and everyone started shouting that there were bandits, so everyone was trapped in the car.

The bandits came up through the door, strutting around like they were the kings of the land.

Everyone lowered their heads, hugged their bags tightly, and dared not make a sound, like a group of quails or sheep.

I hate them so much.

A pile of junk, a pile of garbage, a pile of useless disgusting stuff.

Do you know what happened next?

The bandits came up and a bandit leader passed by where Wanwan and I were sitting and suddenly stopped. He looked at Wanwan's face and said, "What a beautiful person."

Of course I know Wanwan is very beautiful. Wanwan has always been beautiful. Even if she has to sleep in the open air and is covered in dust, she is still beautiful. She is beautiful no matter what clothes she wears.

But Wanwan shouldn't have been called pretty by the bandit leader in the robbed car. This only proves that Wanwan might have been favored by the bandit leader.

Wanwan held my head and held me in her arms, not allowing me to glare at the bandit leader for fear of angering him.

I saw that the bandit leader had a gun on his waist.

I thought to myself, if I had that gun in my hand, I would shoot this guy first.

The bandit leader suddenly looked at me, as if he was seeing a potato among gold, silver and jewelry, his eyes were full of surprise and curiosity. He asked Wanwan to let me go so that he could see my face.

Wanwan said as long as you don’t touch my sister, I can do anything to you.

I struggled.

I whispered to Wanwan, don't do this.

I said to Wanwan, you have saved me many times.

Wanwan shook her head, but still pushed me down.

Wanwan is always so kind and gentle. She still wants to save me. Even at this time, she still wants to save me.

Wanwan stood up and blocked me behind her, and said to the bandit leader, "I will fight anyone who dares to touch my sister to the death."

I also wanted to protect Wanwan, so I wanted to snatch the bandit leader's gun, but he was tall and strong, and I couldn't beat him by force, so I could only steal.

The bandit leader actually asked Wanwan to go to the side and take off her pants.

Who is Wanwan? Wanwan is the cleanest, most beautiful, and best person in the world. How can she be defiled by such garbage here?

How dare that bastard?

The reason Wanwan and I ended up in this situation was because of that evil person who claimed to be my mother.

There was no moment when I wanted everyone in the world to die.

I saw a knife in my neighbor's bag.

I stole the knife and stabbed the nearest person, and the blood splattered all over me.

No one noticed at first. The man fell down softly with a bang. Everyone looked at me and they screamed, like toys that scream every time they are hit.

They started running around in the car.

The bandits fired shots everywhere, and one after another people fell to the ground.

I took advantage of the chaos to kill a bandit, took the gun from the bandit, and killed the bandit leader who was about to attack Wanwan.

The bandits scattered.

The passengers in the carriage began to blame me.

They said that if it weren’t for me, so many people wouldn’t have died. They said if I hadn’t been so impulsive, no one would have died at all. They said I really deserved to die. They said I was the one who deserved to die the most.

They say I protect Wanwan. Is it because we are both perverts?

I really wish I had a bomb to kill them all.

Suddenly, a man with a bald head, a protruding belly, wearing tattered clothes and sweating profusely came out and said to everyone, "Don't worry, I'm calling the police."

I burst into curses, not caring about them at all. I kept cursing all the way to Wanwan and told her that we had to leave immediately because someone had called the police.

Wanwan nodded.

But we didn't get far before we were surrounded by police.

They stopped us on the road and said we were bandits. How funny! Why weren’t they there when the bandits came? Why weren’t they there when the bandits killed people? Why weren’t they there when the bandits wanted to torture Wanwan?

Now the bandits are either dead or gone, and they popped up and accused me of being a bandit.

If I were really a bandit, I would definitely take a bomb and blow up all of them. None of them would be able to stand in front of me and talk. None of them would be able to go home alive.

Are a bunch of blind people qualified to accuse me?

If I'm crazy, then all of them are brainless.

They arrested me and locked me up in a room alone, while Wanwan was locked up in another room.

I don't know where Wanwan is, I just know she's not next door to me. I kicked the door, but it wouldn't open.

I kicked and smashed everything in the house, anything that could be smashed, and threw the broken pieces out of the open prison-like window in the door.

I used the broken pieces to hit everyone who passed by the door.

Some of those people were hit in the head, some were hit in the eyes, some just had their clothes torn, and some didn't even have a single hair lost, and they stood at the door and mocked me crazily.

They said I deserved to be locked up, they said I was a perpetual evildoer, and they said Wanwan was definitely not a good person.

I just couldn't stand it any longer.

Although they took away the razor blade I hid in the sole of my shoe, I still had the razor blade sewn under my skin. I asked Wanwan to sew it for me on the road.

I said that when there is no other way, at least this thing can make me die. I would rather die than have to deal with those bastards anymore.

Wanwan disagreed at first. She was a very gentle person and could not bear to see such bloodshed. I said it was for my own good, please help me. Then she agreed.

Wanwan also suggested that we buy some pesticide. When we really have no other choice, we can pretend it is water and put it in a cup and splash it on other people’s faces, or preferably in their eyes, so that those people cannot get close to us.

We also wanted to do this when we were trapped by the bandits, but if we used a blade, we would not have enough time to kill anyone, and if we used pesticides, we could only deal with one person at most. If we were surrounded and attacked from both sides, we would end up in a more tragic situation.

I have no choice.

Things are different now. Wanwan and I are locked up alone. What can I do? I can only kill everyone who appears in front of me.

Of course not all of them died.

But there will always be people who get hurt because of me. They can only feel one ten-thousandth of the pain I feel, and they get so upset. I really don’t know why they think I should stay here safely?

The fact that they can be related to Wan Wan is a blessing that they cannot obtain in eight lifetimes. They should kneel down and kowtow to me to thank me. How dare they treat Wan Wan like that?

How dare they scold Wanwan in front of me?

It's so shameless, so arrogant, and so disgusting.

I taught them a lesson, and they finally realized that they couldn't leave me alone in the room.

They sent an old policeman to persuade me.

The old policeman was very similar to the man who showed up and said he had called the police. He was bald, had a big belly, wore greasy clothes, and walked with a duck step, just like he was carrying a baby in his belly.

As soon as he came in, he sat down and said to me, "I know you are a poor person and you still don't understand what's going on. Let me explain to you that the lunatic who kidnapped you has been sentenced."

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be sentenced to death. However, because he is a lunatic, he can escape the death penalty but cannot escape the punishment of living. He will probably be sent to some mental hospital.

Don't worry, that person won't harass you again.

I yelled at him at that time, "Fuck you, you shameless dog, what the hell are you talking about? That person is my lover, not my enemy. You should not catch him, but you are just showing off in front of me."

The old policeman just wiped his face, stood up relying on his ability to swallow his spit, looked down at me and said with contempt that homosexuality is a crime of hooliganism.

I was stunned for a moment.

Then I burst out laughing and said, "You are all going to sentence her to death. Can't I even shout it out openly? It's not me who hopes she dies, it's you."

I say that even if you catch all the homosexuals in the world, there will always be new ones, male, female, old, young. If you have the guts, just kill them all.”