Chapter 638 The Moon Is Dark and the Wind Is High, It Is Time to Kill

Bai Hao left, slammed the door and left without touching the tempting dishes on the tea table.

Bai Yue obviously ordered his favorite braised river prawns.

Roy lay on the cold floor, looking at the bright stars outside the window, and for the first time felt that they were so far away, as if they had been so long in several lifetimes, and could never be touched.

Bai Yue walked up to him, stretched out his clean right hand, and said, "You are not wrong, and neither is Bai Hao. What is wrong is this cannibalistic society."

He hesitated for a moment, took Bai Yue's hand and got up from the ground.

He knew that his vision was dark, and he was slapped on the left cheek, making him stagger.

"This slap is for Yingluo." The philosopher walked out the door: "Never make the person you like sad. If you want to be an envoy of justice, please be a man first."

He walked away slowly, with an indescribably chic back.

The dishes on the coffee table are all ordered by him, and there are everyone's favorite dishes.

Like Bai Hao, he didn't take a bite, but raised his chopsticks and then slowly put them down.

Roy raised the back of his hand to wipe off the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Yingluo's gaze moved from the bluegrass on the window sill to his face, and there was a hint of worry in her tear-filled eyes.

Bai Hao's punch was very hard, and Bai Yue's slap was also not light.

"sorry."

He walked up to her and said, "It's my fault."

Yingluo cried out loudly, and the grievance in her heart was like an overturned teapot, venting out all at once.

She had tried very hard to control herself, until now, when she saw the wound on his face and heard his words "it's my fault", the sadness that was suppressed in her heart suddenly burst out.

She often asks herself. Ask yourself if the reason why you like Roy is because he is very like his father, with the same good temper, the same hard work, and the same holding her in the palm of his hand. Treat it as the most precious treasure.

Thinking about it carefully, the time when the two of them boarded the "Morning Star" was almost the time when their father died. If there is such a thing as fate in the dark, if the acquaintance of Roy and Bai Hao is acquainted with Roy and Bai Hao, could it be that his father sent him off in heaven? Give them a gift, let them guard their sisters instead of him?

anyway.

She needs such a reason to comfort herself, and needs such a reason to convince herself.

When she chooses to accept such things, those grievances and sorrows, dependence and nostalgia, warmth and happiness. As if from a calm but restless volcano, fiery tears spewed out at once.

Yingluo threw herself into his arms, crying freely, tears and snot together wetted the front of the half-sized t-shirt, but fortunately the t-shirt was dark in color, so the wet part could not be seen clearly.

Roy saw Linglong who was trying to suppress her emotions on the single sofa.

He felt that this was not good, because Yingluo's crying would aggravate her sadness, with Linglong's character. He would never reveal his inner weakness in front of him, so he picked up his girlfriend and walked to the inner bedroom.

Then...he never came out again.

The living room fell silent, and the sensor lights dimmed. The faint light covered the walls, giving off an ambiguous atmosphere.

The dishes on the coffee table gradually cooled down, and the aroma became weaker and weaker.

Bai Yue and Bai Hao never came back, and they don't know where they went.

Those dishes are expensive. If Grant was here, he would call them prodigals with great distress. Then nagging a group of little bastards who don't know how to be rich.

The crying from the bedroom gradually weakened, and finally became inaudible.

Linglong still folded her knees together. The body shrunk into a ball and leaned on the large sofa. Appears to be fast asleep.

I don't know how long it has passed, but I vaguely heard the door open, and then the sound of high heels hitting the floor.

Knowing that it was Claire who came back, she felt relieved and continued to sleep.

Claire entered the room, looked at the untouched dishes on the coffee table, and then at the poor girl who was sleeping on the sofa, sighed heavily, walked to her room and took out a blanket to cover her body .

Then I started to pack the dishes on the coffee table and put them in the refrigerator in the kitchen, thinking that I could have them for tomorrow's breakfast.

After finishing all this, she drank some tea in the living room, thought of today's experience, and unconsciously sighed again.

She found that she sighed a lot today, looking at Linglong on the sofa, she felt an indescribable sense of depression, so she got up and walked out of the room, intending to go downstairs and confirm the location of Ur Cemetery by the way.

After a while, the door opened again, and Bai Hao's figure appeared in the living room. Seeing Linglong curled up on the sofa, he hesitated for a while, but chose to walk over, uncovered the blanket on it, gently hugged her body, and walked towards her. Go to the room of the two sisters.

However, before halfway through the journey, Linglong who was lying in his arms suddenly opened her eyes, staring at his profile from below.

Bai Hao was startled, and put her down out of instinct.

"Where did your courage go? Where did the courage to beat Roy just now go?"

She looked at him without blinking, her eyes were like two sharp swords that pierced people's hearts.

He became flustered and felt his mind go blank, not knowing what she meant by that.

At this moment, Linglong made a very sudden move, cupping his face with her hands, and under Bai Hao's frightened gaze, she pressed her lips to his lips.

Time seemed to freeze at this point, the poor guy's mind went blank, it felt like a dream, so unreal, but the softness between the lips was so clear and so real.

He never thought that the relationship with Linglong would take such a turning point, that girl who was so stubborn that she was a bit uninviting, would suddenly remove the disguise on her face, and respond to the seemingly weak but still strong emotional bond between the two of them with a passionate kiss .

In fact, she is really similar to Zhou Ai.

They don't know how to be considerate, they can't learn to be coquettish, and they are not good at expressing their deepest emotions with words, but this doesn't mean they are as cold and hard as ice. In fact, under their human appearance, they all have a flame like a fiery heart.

Bloom only for the objects they identify with.

It took a long time for Bai Hao's body to go from being stiff to softening, it took even longer for the pupils to go from constricting to returning to normal, and it took a long time for Linglong to cry again from being calm.

Tears rolled down their cheeks, drowning their tangled lips.

This is not the first time Bai Hao has tasted the taste of tears. But that kind of salty seeped into the heart for the first time, branded in the depths of the soul.

It was a gift from Linglong to him, and it was also a kind of pain.

That comes from her low self-esteem, her guilt, her sadness. And feel lost.

He started to take the initiative, entangled with her with extremely unskilled skills.

This scene looks a bit ridiculous, two older children who are not mature, wantonly snatch each other's taste with childish and clumsy kissing skills.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, and I don't know how long it had passed, when two moons, one big and one small, rose on the horizon. Put a hazy veil on this small town.

Bai Hao gently picked up Linglong who had fallen asleep in his arms, stood for a while in front of the bedroom door of the two sisters, turned around and walked into his own room, laid her flat on the bed, and kissed her forehead lightly. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, pulled a blanket to cover it, turned around and walked out the door.

He walked slowly at first, with a slightly messy footsteps, but then gradually accelerated, becoming calm and powerful.

When he rushed to the corridor, he ran into Bai Yue who was returning from a walk.

The philosopher asked: "What are you going to do?"

His answer was very short, only two words: "Revenge."

"Oh." Bai Yue stood there for a while. Sudden fast pace to catch up.

He didn't speak.

The philosopher asked: "Can killing people relieve depression?"

He said: "That depends on who is killed."

The moon walks between the window frames, at first glance it looks like a moon in the middle of a lake.

It's not the moon walking through the window frame, it's the bodies of the two walking through the corridor.

Bai Yue looked out the window. Said: "When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when killing people and setting fire."

There is moon outside the window, no wind.

…………

Siberia star system, gypsy planets.

The morning light shines on the cold ground in mid-winter, giving off a biting light, and pedestrians come and go on the street. Tight air-conditioned clothes add a touch of warmth to the monotonous world.

On Red Square, soldiers in retro military uniforms stand on watchtowers with their hands behind their backs. Legs and feet stretched straight, facing St. Peter's Basilica not far away. His face was like a hard stone.

The glass exterior wall of the coffee shop is covered with a thick layer of water vapor. Looking in from the outside, the portrait inside is standing in the hazy foggy area, only some shadows can be seen, and the aroma of coffee and salmon can be smelled.

Pets living in this era are very lucky. They have well-fitting air-conditioned clothes that can keep warm, sterilize, and clean themselves. They can also lie on the pet pen of the maglev bicycle and look at this colorful world.

They live very freely, more freely than humans.

No responsibility, no burden, no need to work, no need to socialize, let alone see the ugliness hidden behind the glitz.

They just need to please their owners and be a loyal pet.

In contrast, those who are locked in the high wall are much more pitiful.

Breakfast is pumpkin porridge that has cooled down, and hard French bread. I don’t know if tomato sauce counts as pickles.

The prison kitchen was contracted to Lianqiao, the father-in-law of the warden’s wife’s sister. The cooks were social hooligans who fished for three days and posted the nets for two days.

As long as the prisoners don't die from starvation or poison, their obligations will be fulfilled.

Howson licked the ketchup, pumpkin porridge and baguette down the urinal, and the drain was blocked.

Churchill gritted his teeth with the gnocchi, and while grinding, he looked at the other side and muttered: "He must have offered chrysanthemums... He must have presented chrysanthemums... He must have presented delicate and pink chrysanthemums."

He has his own logic. The skinny guy was already dying when he was thrown back by the prison guards last night. He recovered from his injuries in a blink of an eye, and drank a bowl of pumpkin porridge vigorously. It was too hard to grind his teeth. He also devoured the baguette, and finished off more than half of Captain Tang's portion.

There is only one person in the entire prison who can turn him from a dead fish back to life.

Howson walked up to him with a dark face and said, "The sewer is blocked."

Churchill said indifferently: "Just block it, I don't shit."

"But I'm going to shit!"

"Didn't you have breakfast?"

He pointed to the ketchup packet in the corner of the dinner plate.

Churchill picked up the red pouch with "tomato sauce" printed in rough characters, looked at the production date, and his face turned green.

Calculating the current time, it is 1 year and 7 months past the expiration date.

Boxer repeats: "I'm going to shit..."

"Can you hold it in?"

"I can't hold back."

"I'll help you block it."

"Well. It's a good idea."

"..."

"puff!"

"vomit……"

...

Tang Fang looked at the two people opposite, wondering if they were filming pantomime.

Cyke Bakar burped and asked, "You really don't want to eat?"

"Thanks, I'm not hungry." He lied politely.

Thyke turned his attention back to his body, and once again opened the sleeves to retrieve the welts.

The swollen skin has returned to its original shape. The blood marks became extremely faint, and if you didn't distinguish them carefully, you wouldn't be able to find them at all.

He clearly remembered what happened last night. He remembered being bruised all over by the whip. He remembered losing control of his body. It was as difficult as lifting a hundred-pound rock with his fingers.

But the night passed. When he woke up this morning, all the aches and pains in his body had disappeared, and his condition couldn't be better, even higher than his health before he was imprisoned.

This is simply a miracle of life!

Is it God's favor?

Sek Kabal is not an atheist, nor is he a theist. As a legal practitioner, he believes that there is a power that affects the changes in the world. It transcends society, the universe, and all material forms, and only exists on the level of spirit and soul.

He called it faith.

Faith can save a man's soul, but obviously cannot save his body.

So what is it that heals physical wounds?

He vaguely remembered being helped to bed last night and kindly fed him some water. If only these are obviously unable to heal the injuries accumulated over the past few days.

"It's really not you?"

This is the seventh time he has asked such a question.

Tang Fang washed his face with cold water, took his own towel to wipe it clean, and said calmly, "You asked me when you got up. Before you went to the bathroom, when you brushed your teeth, when you washed your face, when you were in a daze. Yes, I asked before eating, and I have to repeat it after eating. Are you... not tired?"

"Then... don't you think it's strange? I was injured so badly last night, but I'm completely healed today. This is simply a miracle of life."

"Then why don't you just treat it as a miracle of life?" He spread out the towel carefully and put it on the stainless steel rack next to the sink. Go back to the bed and fold the blanket, sit down and say: "In our China, there is a saying called 'A good man is rewarded with good rewards.'"

Sai Ke thought about it carefully, is he a good person? Probably... maybe... he could be called a good person.

But it doesn't mean that he will believe the lies of this sudden young cellmate.

If good people really have good rewards, the world will not be full of disasters, and there is no need for people like him to exist. On the contrary, many of those high-ranking guys who enjoy the fat of the people and look down on the common people with disdainful eyes are out-and-out bad guys.

People like him exist in this world because good people can get good rewards.

Just when he was about to ask "Is it really not you?" for the eighth time, several figures flashed outside the glass door, interrupting his thoughts.

He was lucky that he didn't achieve the achievement of asking the same question 8 times.

Because Captain Tang's endurance limit is 7, he is ready to block that mouth no matter what means he uses when he repeats the question for the 8th time.

He is not Supreme Treasure, but he really hates saving a broken-mouthed monk who chanted crooked scriptures all day long.

As a legal worker, the way of speaking should be more concise and powerful, instead of repeating a sentence over and over again like a repeater.

The presence of prison guards saves him and saves him.

"It's time to send you on your way."

The speaker was the old prison guard who tried to help Captain Tang take a bath yesterday. Today, he seems to have no memory of that incident at all, with a stern and selfless expression, but the way he walks is obviously a bit weird, swaying left and right, like a duck .

Tang Fang patted the prison uniform, tidied up his attire, and at the last moment he did not forget to take a look at his own face in front of the mirror, holding his cheeks and shaking them, and said in a very regretful tone: "Without Claire by my side, the more alive I really am." The more sloppy you are... obviously you have worked so hard."

The old prison guard twitched his mouth a few times, and clenched his hands on the baton even tighter.

He really wanted to beat the wild boy in front of him to death with a stick. When the other prisoners heard the words just now, some of them collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up, and even cried for their parents, with tears and nose flowing freely.

This guy in front of him is fine, he is in good spirits, he seems to have slept very well last night, and he is not forgetting his beauty when he is on the road.

He originally planned to watch the jokes of those three people, but he didn't want to be pissed off.

"Hey, how is it possible!"

At the same time, a prison guard next to him was staring closely at Saike Bakar's face, his expression seemed to be seeing something unbelievable.

He clearly remembered what state he was in when he was escorted back to the cell last night, but all the injuries were healed in one night, how is this possible?

This is simply impossible!

The prison guard checked carefully and was sure that he was not delusional, and that the wound on Seke Bakar's body had really healed.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" He said three times "Damn."

In his opinion, this is an extremely absurd thing. How could a person covered in scars recover completely after sleeping? If there are national medical resources, maybe such a thing can be done, but this is obviously in a prison, where do the national medical resources come from?

The old prison guard asked, "What's wrong?"

"His wounds are gone."

"What do you mean the wounds on his body are gone?"

"It's just... those injuries... all healed."

"Has anyone taken him to a doctor?"

"How is that possible!" said the prison guard, "Who dares to find trouble for someone whom the warden has specially greeted?"

Tang Fang suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two: "Let's go? If I'm not in a hurry, I can go to bed and go back to sleep."

The old prison guard was so angry that his teeth were itching. Considering the order from above, the people should be transported to the designated place before noon. It is best not to cause unnecessary troubles. The two walked out of the cell. (to be continued)

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