Cold fog in the last century
The gray sky is an illusion out of control.
The world is filthy, evil is rampant, and sin is heinous.
Bai Luo refused to accept his fate, refused to forgive evil, and refused to compromise.
The free wind blew, puffing up her white shirt, making it look like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight.
"It's a dead end, where else can you run?"
When a man smiles, the right side of his face looks like a dissolute and unruly ruffian, while the left side of his face looks like a fierce man crawling out of hell.
A hideous scar ran diagonally from the base of the ear to the corner of the mouth, full of ferocity and cruelty.
His shadow carried a knife, cutting the wind, cutting the light, cutting life, and never leaving anyone an inch of room to live.
People who survive in desperate situations are never afraid of setbacks, never drown in pain, and never sink in suffering.
A cold and decadent little face, shining in the dark rain, so stubborn, cruel and crazy.
"I'm not planning on running."
"I just feel that your rotten face is so disgusting that I want to vomit."
Under the brightest light, the shadows are the darkest.
But she was born in darkness, with a shallow shadow, not stained by dust, and not afraid of light.
The man's pupils shrank, blood rushed up, the bottom of his eyes burned scarlet, and a bloody curse rolled out of his throat.
"You're looking for death!"
The burned finger pointed directly at her, but he didn't act rashly.
A few days ago, he received the news:
The daughter of the undercover police officer has been hiding in the dark alleys of Hangzhou Port.
The other party sent a picture.
In the beautiful blues moment, the sky is about to end but not yet.
The girl was feeling the cool evening breeze, with the vast river behind her.
The bald cypress trees along the river bank are a patch of green. A season of spring comes, a season of life, and life continues.
Like her, like her life, rootless and without home.
When he saw the photo, his heart pounded and he was stunned.
Dark eyebrows. Crimson lips. Icy blue eyes. Snow-white skin. Everything is beautiful, everything is charming.
It's fucking amazing.
Born to be a beauty, born to be enshrined on the altar or destroyed in the palm of your hand.
Almost, I softened my murderous intent.
Almost, give her a chance to live.
But she is the variable that breaks into the poisonous web, the living piece thrown into a dead end, and the chess piece that messes up the whole board.
People cannot live.
Only death.
But how did he die?
It’s up to him.
Should I go quickly or endure it slowly?
Should she beg for mercy on her knees, or die with a smile?
Will it sink to the bottom of the river, or burn into ashes and drift away with the wind in the dark night of Hangzhou Port?
He has the final say.
The half-dawn light of dawn sank into his bones. Bai Luo's incomparably beautiful features, mingled with the half-bright, half-dark skylight, seemed chill to the extreme.
"You've been looking for me for so many years. What exactly do you want? The key to the vault? Shouldn't you have it?"
She is a string of encrypted codes in the archives, the shadow of dark transactions, and the most silent prisoner in the underground cage.
The man's dark eyes darkened, and a crack appeared on his calm appearance.
The voice was low, but every word was filled with blood.
"Don't force me to tear off this layer of skin and fight you to death. Even if I have the key, it still can't be opened. We have waited for this day for too long."
The sky was wet, and the rain suppressed the cold light of the low latitudes, making it gray and dark with style.
Bai Luo's desolate heart was barren, barren of vegetation. Cold and astringent, it condensed the wind.
She knew it very well.
The ultimate verification of the vault is to only recognize her iris.
They set up thousands of locks and ten thousand defenses, but they left the most fatal flaw: her eyes.
"Ten years. You've been pretty persistent."
A sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, and her eyes were half sarcastic and half desolate.
Yeah, it's been ten years. They're still chasing.
She thought that time strangled everything.
Eleven years old, that late spring cold snap.
Too cold. Too dark. Too astringent.
Pain is the only feeling.
She thought she was dead.
But that cold corpse made her who she is today.
The wind blew and blew, ruffling her hair. It also ruffled that year.
The man gritted his teeth, veins throbbing on his forehead.
"You don't understand. Behind that door, what's locked isn't money, it's life. It's a game that countless people have risked their lives to create."
He sneered.
"And you are the only key that can open the door, and the only variable that can destroy it."
Fate? Is he worthy of talking about fate?
In the dark alleys, those figures collapsed silently. In the poisonous fog, those eyes could not open. On the black market auction table, those "goods" with marked prices.
Their lives were never recorded in the account books. They were merely pawns erased from the chessboard of power and lust.
Wipe away the blood and polish the power.
The key to the vault is not a safe, but a shrine built into a mass grave, which houses the ambitions of a group of madmen in exchange for one climax after another of desire for power.
Manipulating politics. Igniting wars. Selling humanity.
The world is in a cycle of birth, death and reincarnation.
Bai Luo's voice was filled with endless coldness and a destructive beauty.
"You said there was life behind that door? But what I smelled was rotting flesh. It was a staircase made of millions of corpses, supporting a bunch of maggots like you to climb up."
The man's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot with fanaticism.
"Stop acting so superior! You have no idea how many lives that money can save, how many corrupt regimes it can overthrow, and how much shattered justice it can restore!"
"Oh? So you are the savior?"
Bai Luo tilted his head, his lips curved into a very cold arc.
“Then let me ask you, those 30 children who died in the refugee camps in Bangladesh, did this count as saving lives?”
"You used the hidden funds from the treasury to launder money and fund armed groups, and ended up blowing up an entire orphanage. Is that fair?"
"You are not trying to liberate anyone, you just want to become the new tyrant."
A group of idealists, after burning the world to ashes, actually thought they were lighting a lamp.
She wanted to see their empire collapse because of greed.
Madmen never follow the rules. And she lives to ruin things.
The man pushed up his hard cheeks, grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and looked sinister.
"So what if he's a new tyrant? This world is a slaughterhouse where the strong prey on the weak. Those who are born to walk on the clouds have no idea what it's like to live in the slums, or what it feels like to be inferior to others."
"No one wants to break the law, but in order to survive, to become stronger, and to stop being bullied, we have to do it."
"We were once victims, oppressed and exploited, but who sympathized with us? Only when we have money and power can we change all this."
A madman.
Bai Luo raised his eyebrows, his tone extremely sarcastic.
"That's no reason for you to commit a crime."
The world is inherently unfair.
Some people live in the clouds, with money, power, and status all within easy reach.
Some people are born in the slums, without money, love or power, and live half a life.
But there are still tough guys among the grassroots.
They don't cry out for injustice or feel sorry for themselves. They leave blood on their feet with every step they take, carving out their own path.
The world is unfair, but they stick to the bottom line.
There is no goodness without desire, no innocence without sin.
The torrential rain soaked the two of them.
It cleansed the dirty roads, washed away the dark nights, cleansed the addictions deep in people's hearts, and dispersed the unexplainable evil.
But it can't be washed away.
There was a pain in her heart, as if it were frozen.
The muscles on the man's face twitched, and his eyes revealed madness and loss of control.
"It doesn't matter."
"Good and bad, good and evil no longer matter."
"Today I'll be a good person again. Don't make me do anything. Just leave."
The fatalistic alleys of the millennium are completely dead, supported only by a few broken bricks and tiles and a few stubborn households.
The shaky street lights illuminated the mottled graffiti on the corners of the walls: "The best WZK", "Long live the new century".
The water was ankle-deep, the trash cans were overturned, sewage was flowing everywhere, and the food was moldy, smelly and rotten.
Everything is rotten, and hope has grown green hair.
At the end of the alley was a dead wall, completely blocking all exits. A corner was cluttered with discarded sofas and broken bicycle frames...
Bai Luo bent down and picked up a mottled steel pipe. It was rusty and brittle, but hard enough.
One step, two steps, three steps.
The man rushed over with astonishing speed, carrying with him a smell like rotting meat.
Her eyes turned cold, and the steel pipe spun around, sweeping across the air. With a "bang", it hit his arm hard.
He groaned, but laughed even crazier, as if the pain was just fuel, igniting his deeper violence.
"Little girl, it's quite fierce?"
He approached with a grin.
"But I like it."
Bai Luo leaned his back against the broken wall, and the wall dust fell down.
The scene of doomsday is nothing more than the last rainstorm before dawn.
She would not die, and it was even more impossible for her to go with him.
The steel pipe in her palm was hot, and she could see it clearly.
The man put down his left foot and hesitated for a moment.
Old wounds were rotting away, betraying him.
It is a flaw and an opportunity.
The corners of her lips curled up, as cold as the snow in the north.
The moment when murderous intent is about to burst out.
“Tsk.”
"How dare you bully a girl?"
A voice, frivolous and lazy, yet with an edge that could not be ignored, drifted along with the wind and rain.
The two were stunned.
At the entrance of the alley, a figure suddenly appeared. He was dressed in black, tall, with eyes and eyebrows that were extremely seductive, and he had a look that could captivate everyone.
The man narrowed his eyes in alertness.
"Who are you?"
The doomsday rainstorm is endless, obscuring people's vision and washing away the sinful alleys.
But Bai Luo could clearly see the young man.
The violence of redemption is hotter than rain and deeper than night.
"Your father."
No signs, no momentum.
The wind stops with him, and the light and shadow make way for him. It is not a rush, but a grinding of the bones of time.
The man wanted to raise his hand, but Bo Xi had already approached and kicked him hard, hitting the man's knee.
Without waiting for him to catch his breath, he lowered his wrist and chopped his neck with a knife, clean and sharp.
"He knelt quite consciously."
He drooped his eyelids and glanced at the man fiercely.
Bo Yi recognized him.
On the photo handed over by the old policeman, the man was listed in the "special attention" column.
The shadow of a drug dealer. A boss, his hands stained with blood, his heart blacker than pitch, his mouth devoid of truth.
They are scum who hide in the shadows and live on the lives of others.
Desires never cease, evil never stops, sins never cease, and the world is not clean.
The man is a ruthless person who lives in drug dens and corpse mountains. His blood is full of poison and he is extremely vicious.
How could he be defeated so easily?
His eyes turned fierce and his right hand suddenly twitched.
A cold light flashed, and a butterfly knife flipped between his fingers. The silver blade flashed and pierced Bo Xi's throat.
Bo Xi dodged sideways, and the blade grazed his neck, leaving a trail of blood.
But he smiled.
Cold, cruel, and a little crazy with excitement.
"oh?"
His eyes were half-closed, his voice was low and hoarse, half joking, half bloodthirsty.
"And bring toys?"
The next moment, the man was hit in the lower abdomen.
He staggered a step, then slashed back with his backhand, forcing Bo Xi to retreat.
The two men clashed in the rain, swords flashing and fists intertwining. The man's sword strikes the opponent's vital point, each move deadly and poisonous.
Bo Xi did not take the attack head-on, but moved around skillfully, pressing step by step, playing a game of cat and mouse.
But he forgot that mice could be poisonous snakes.
Suddenly, the man pretended to take a step back, exposing his weakness and luring the enemy deeper.
The moment when Bo Yi approaches.
The cuffs flicked silently.
The second butterfly knife flashed with a cold light and stabbed into Bo Xi's abdomen.
"puff!"
Blood gushed out and mixed with the rain, like a scarlet rainstorm.
The whole world sank into the dark ocean.
The black wind whipped the rain like crazy, and mist rolled down Bai Luo's jawline, looking like blood but not blood.
She felt weak and trembling all over, her consciousness was fading and her heart was broken into ashes.
The last thing we should do is push him into a darker situation.
The boy is too bright.
It is so bright that it should not be stained by the dirt of the world.
Freedom is an ocean. It has no coordinates and no shore.
She just wanted to swim out.
But why is it so difficult?
Bo's pupils shrank, and he groaned, staring at the man with eyes full of fire. Burning hot, burning astringent.
"You... shouldn't touch her."
He pulled the corner of his lips, locked his wrist with one hand, and struck his throat with the other.
“Crack!”
The man's throat trembled as if it had shattered, and the dagger fell to the ground. A crisp, lonely sound.
Bo Xi took advantage of the situation and elbowed him in the solar plexus, killing him with one blow.
The man's eyes went dark, he fell to the ground with a thud, twitched a few times, and was silent.
Bai Luo rushed forward, bewildered. His steps were unsteady, his heart even more confused. With trembling hands, he supported Bo Xi's shaky body.
"Bo Yi, hold on."
My voice is hoarse from crying, my tears are mixed with the rain. I can't tell which drop is pain and which drop is disaster.
She pressed his wound, and blood welled up. It escaped through her fingers, like life slipping away bit by bit.
The wind blew, taking away the temperature.
Some freedom doesn't mean escaping far.
There is someone who feels pain for you, gets hurt for you, and dies for you.
Use blood and bones to carve out a way for you to survive.
Bo Xi's face was pale, but he held his spine stubbornly straight. His tall figure cast a shadow.
The rainstorm swallowed up the wounds and pain, tangled into a whirlpool, and the tide surged with no shore.
The wound was too deep, and he groaned and fell to one knee.
Don’t kneel to gods or Buddhas, don’t kneel to fate, just hold the girl’s bloody hand.
The cold monsoon blew through the young boy's twenty-year-old life.
The youth is blown to the point of collapse.
Tears hung on his eyelashes, trembling. Thin. Like a dream that would shatter at the slightest breeze.
He was afraid that if she got too close, she would hear the rain in his heart, dripping softly. It had been falling for a lifetime.
I'm even more afraid that she will know.
He had actually been in so much pain that he was almost dying.
With a trembling hand, he took out a lychee-flavored lollipop from his pocket.
Bright candy wrappers. Gather a little fake light.
"Don't be afraid."
The rain is shaking.
The world is shaking.
Like her. Like him.
"I am here."
No matter how difficult, hard, or painful the future is, he will always be there.
Trust him, okay?
Time shattered into a pool of blood.
Bai Luo was speechless and kept shaking his head.
When the heart hurts the most, a person loses all five senses.
Her speechlessness was like snow, light and cold, yet it extinguished all warmth.
But she wanted to talk.
"I'm not afraid. As long as you are here, I'm not afraid."
Because you are here, I have confidence.
The boy is the sharpest source of confidence in her life.
The cold fog of the last century diffuses the gray boundary. Shadows swallow the light, darkness blends, and day and night have no boundaries.
The next moment.
The man moved again, struggling to crawl, crawl, crawl. His bones were broken, his face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with madness and unwillingness.
He touched an iron rod, rusty, cold, and with the smell of rust.
He raised it high and smashed it down towards Bo Xi's head with the determination to die together.
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