Chapter 72 Epitaph

Chapter 72 Epitaph

On the silent viaduct, there is only the sound of the roar of rain.

The endless torrential rain seems to have stripped this place from the world, isolated everything, and engulfed the entire world.

"So you look like this."

Huai Shi opened the car door, stared at the old man in the car, skipped the pistol pointed at her face, and looked at it solemnly—the mottled white hair was meticulous, the expression was majestic, the suit was straight, and she looked dignified as if she had just stepped off the podium Same as walking down.

"It really...has a decent face."

Huai Shi pushed aside the slightly shaking pistol, and sat in the car wet, sitting opposite to Qi Wen, the rain and blood on the clothes left streaks of dirt on the leather sofa.

Rich people are nice.

Looking around the exquisite decoration in the spacious compartment, he looked down at the soft carpet under his feet and the black footprints left by himself, clicked his mouth, looked up and asked, "Is there any smoke?"

Qi Wen didn't speak, and the veins on the back of the hand holding the gun bulged.

So hard.

But he didn't have the courage to pull the trigger. For a long time, he fell weakly on his knees.

And Huai Shi finally found several cigars sealed in copper pipes from the hidden compartment of the armrest through casual searching. They looked outrageously high-end and smelled full of money.

"Thanks."

After politely thanking her, Huai Shi took out a knife and pried open the copper pipe, and cut off the head and butt of the cigar like in the movie, but it seemed that the cut was a little too big, and the whole cigar would fall apart, which scared him Hurry up and squeeze it tight.

After all, it costs a lot of money to lose one.

He thought about it, took two more, and brought them to Lao Liu to taste.

In the silence, Qi Wen watched him looking poorly in the carriage, and finally made a hoarse voice.

"Where's Holo?"

"died."

Huai Shi fumbled for the lighter in his pocket, and casually told him, "Look around, the one that fell on the ground is at the isolation pier."

Qi Wen was stunned.

His lips were opened stiffly, but he didn't speak. In the end, he leaned weakly on the chair and let his mottled white hair hang down.

It was as if it collapsed in an instant.

Finally, a trace of tired oldness emerged from the resentment.

And Huai Shi finally found the lighter.

Grabbing it in his wet hands, he spewed out flames and lit the tail of the cigar. He took a deep breath, and then, as a matter of course, he coughed violently.

Inhaled into the lungs.

Soon, the cigar was thrown out of the window by him in disgust. It was definitely not a good thing if it was so troublesome to smoke. These rich people must have burned too much money.

"Sorry, wait a minute."

He finally remembered, waved his hand, and began to search his pockets again: "Antidote, antidote, where is the antidote...ah, here it is."

A small bottle was found in the inner pocket, bubbling with a colorless viscous liquid that looked like glue.

The crow had promised him that the effect would be outstanding, but he always felt that there was something wrong.

Huai Shi sniffed it suspiciously, but didn't smell any strange smell. She raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. Then she felt a deep bitter taste explode from her mouth, extending all the way down, irritating her throat and esophagus. It ended up churning in my stomach.

Like a big hand that keeps pulling.

Picking up all the poisonous mist and pulling it into a ball, Huai Shi's complexion suddenly changed, she subconsciously covered her mouth, and soon bent down and vomited violently.

A bunch of green blood clots, lunch at noon, and the milk tea I bought on the way here.

All spit out.

It was stained on Qi Wen's handmade leather shoes, so it was an eyesore.

"Tissue paper towel..."

Huai Shi fumbled for tissues frantically, pulled the box over, wiped her face indiscriminately, and then took two more to blow her nose.

Finally, the ball of paper was thrown out of the window and fell into the silent bleak wind and cold rain.

He took a deep breath and finally relaxed. The capillaries on his face that had been dyed dark green gradually returned to their original color, revealing that slightly immature calm face.

Looking at Qi Wen in front of him.

Look carefully.

Suddenly asked: "Have you eaten?"

"..."

Qi Wen raised his eyes and took a look, as if looking at a fool, but didn't speak.

"Honestly, I thought you'd run away."

Huai Shi grinned: "It's like a game of hide-and-seek, you pretend to be a man, I pretend to be a ghost, you run in front, I chase behind... Besides, it's still raining, look, how romantic it is!"

"You won, Huai Shi, congratulations, you have successfully ruined my career and my life."

Opposite him, the old man looked coldly at his laughing appearance, and slowly raised the gun in his hand: "You can enjoy yourself to your heart's content, this is the right of the winner, but don't think that I will beg for mercy from you."

If so, cast him a last haughty glance.

He put the pistol to his chin.

Pull the trigger.

In the silence, there is only the sound of rain.

The sound of rain outside the car window and the sound of rain inside the car window are mixed together, and there is no difference.

Only a hoarse scream suddenly sounded, full of pain, as if it wanted to stab Huai Shi's eardrum.

Qi Wen's hand fell to the ground, along with his pistol.

The blood gushed out from the smooth cut of the elbow, flowed along the elegant suit, and finally, like a meandering stream, merged into the soft carpet, rendering a gradually spreading dark red.

"Calm down, I didn't mean to humiliate you, and I don't really want to be so rough." Huai Shi corrected her sincerely: "Actually, I just want to see you smile."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, pulled Qi Wen's hair, pulled him up, looked at the twisted and ferocious face, and asked softly:

"—tell me, were you laughing when my home was destroyed?"

Of course Qi Wen didn't laugh.

He glared at Huai Shi, gasped violently, and spat bloody saliva at him, falling on his face. But Huai Shi remained calm.

Calmly as if feeling no anger.

"Speaking of which, I should congratulate you first." He said, "I remember you said: After the bidding opens tomorrow, you can control the flight route of Penghu, and become the master from now on, and you don't have to be anyone's dog anymore."

Huai Shi said solemnly: "Congratulations, Mr. Qi, your dream is about to come true."

"You fucking... you should have killed you, the last one back then!"

Qi Wen glared at him, and cursed hoarsely: "Whether it's you or your parents, they are a bunch of trash who have done more than succeed in their affairs! I should really bury you with them! Cut your corpses into pieces! "

"Why don't you laugh, Mr. Qi Wen?"

Huai Shi asked suspiciously, "Isn't realizing a dream something to be happy about?"

Qi Wen didn't speak any more, just stared at him stubbornly.

The bloodshot pupils were full of viciousness.

Huai Shi let go of her hands in disappointment, pulled two tissues, and wiped the drool on her face.

"I've always had a purpose."

He pondered and said softly, "I want to live a healthy life. I want to study hard, go to university, become a musician, support my parents who are not good to me, meet a woman who loves me and marry her, To teach our children seriously, to live my life with respect, to die peacefully surrounded by family.

If there is a dream, this is probably my dream. "

As he said that, he shrugged and spread his hands helplessly: "Look, a cheap second-hand old piano, two families who don't love me, an old house...that's all I have."

"But now, I have no family."

Continuously, rainwater fell from his wet hair, mixed with blood, and turned into a turbid red color, which was inexhaustible, leaving a series of meandering marks on his face.

"Mr. Qi Wen—"

Huai Shi said, "I lost my dream."

"—I'm sad."

Qi Wen grinned maliciously, and opened his mouth to speak, but then, a roar sounded from the car.

Gunpowder smoke rose slowly from Huai Shi's pistol, and the bullet passed through Qi Wen's lips, then came out from his face, and nailed into the dashboard of the driver's seat.

Blood spurted.

"Please don't talk."

Huai Shi raised her eyes to look at him, and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for listening to me for so long, I feel much more comfortable. Now, we should finish what we haven't finished."

Qi Wen's expression twitched.

In the young man's hand, the barrel of the gun was slowly raised, aiming at his face, and the path of hell was reflected in those trembling pupils.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

There was an embarrassingly soft click from the breech, and there was no bullet.

"Sorry, I'm not very experienced in revenge for the first time, please wait for me a moment."

Huai Shi fumbled for a handful of bullets from her pocket, and frantically tried to take out the clip, but it seemed to be stuck inside, and she couldn't get it out no matter how hard she pressed the button.

Death seems to be close at hand, but it lingers not far away, quietly enjoying this rare humorous drama.

Among the small sounds, there was the sound of a cello, and Huai Shi's phone vibrated. Huai Shi didn't answer it, so it kept ringing, as if it would continue to ring forever.

Until Huai Shi pressed the phone a little irritably

"Hello? Who is it?" He asked, "Say something quickly, I'm busy here..."

"I'm Ai Qing." A familiar voice came from the phone.

"Huh? Is there something wrong?" Huai Shi held the phone on her shoulder, focusing on dealing with the jammed magazine, "By the way, I would like to ask you, how do you change the bullets in the gun that was assigned to me? I'm doing research here. It’s been a long time, waiting online, it’s very urgent.”

Ai Qing was silent for a moment, and asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm at home, the rain is so loud, I'm scared, and lonely, I can only hold a pistol to keep warm, ah, it always feels gay, but the magazine really can't be opened at all."

A sigh came from the phone.

"Don't bother, the gun is equipped with a safety lock." Her voice became colder, "and, the surveillance camera told me that you are not at home, Huai Shi, you are sitting on the overpass of the Jinhai Expressway, a dying person In front of him, I want to blow his head off with a bullet."

"Um?"

Huai Shi was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously poked her head out, and glanced at the camera not far away: "Sorry, the signal is not very good. What did you say?"

"Listen to me, Huai Shi—if you kill him here, you will only be punished. Neither the Astronomical Society nor the Special Affairs Department will allow it. Put down the gun and believe me. One day, this matter will get a A result that everyone is happy with."

"Then will they kill him?" Huai Shi asked back, "Shot or hanged? Electric chair is also fine, or more humane, drug injection?"

"..." Ai Qing didn't speak.

"I'm only seventeen, big sister, don't say things I don't understand." Huai Shi grinned and sighed helplessly: "If you want to say something, it doesn't matter if you are punished, and it doesn't matter if you go to jail.

But there are some things that have to be done, and you have to do them every day, right? "

In the long silence, Ai Qing asked softly: "Do you have to do this?"

"It must be done."

The young man raised his eyes, looked at Qi Wen whose complexion changed drastically, and calmly announced: "He must die."

The last thing heard was a sigh.

The phone hangs up.

Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi heard a crisp sound from the barrel of the gun, and the clip was drawn out smoothly and fell into his hand.

Huai Shi was stunned for a long time, then shook her head helplessly:

"Don't do this kind of thing that will become an accomplice?"

After a long period of sluggishness, he finally sighed and put down the gun unhappily.

"Congratulations, you're lucky..."

Qi Wen was stunned for a moment, then he was ecstatic, but before the smile could bloom, he saw the surprise Huai Shi sent: "There is a new way of death waiting for you that you have never played before."

At that moment, from the boy's raised right hand, a pale flame slowly ignited.

In the fire of the source quality, strands of matter rise up, revealing an iron-gray texture, entangled and riveted with each other, and intricately woven together, forming a bundle of ropes as thick as a little finger.

He screamed, and subconsciously wanted to push the car door open, escape from here, as far as possible, ran wildly in the rain with all his strength, almost fell to the ground, and moved forward with hands and feet.

But the rope came winding like a snake, wrapping around his neck silently.

Then, suddenly tighten!

At the last moment, he heard the whisper of the young man behind him.

"Then, before you die, please experience my 'sorrow' with empathy."

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

In the passenger seat, Director Fu yelled angrily, yelling at the driver: "We are the fucking Special Affairs Department, what a traffic light! Speed ​​me up!"

Under his urging, the rampant convoy roared through the city, rushing towards the elevated direction. From a long distance away, they could hear the roar of the collapse from a distance, as well as the loud noise of explosions and gunshots.

"Go to the fucking Astronomy Club! I should have killed that little bastard in the first place!"

Director Fu's eyeballs were about to pop out.

What's this? What kind of explosion is this? This is an endless report and endless review! It's over, not to mention that there is no hope of promotion, if you don't make an internal report, the whole family will have to burn incense.

He couldn't help but want to call Fu Yi now, and ask her carefully, where did she find such a fighting classmate!

It's too late now.

He can only pray that Qi Wen's subordinates will be stronger, and not be swept away by Huai Shi, and it will be over by then.

Clutching the warmth in his heart, he hurried all the way.

When he finally arrived at the elevated road, his heart was completely chilled.

"Fuck, why..."

Anyone with eyes can see the boy sitting on the elevated break. He sits quietly in the rain and wind, staring down at the gradually clearing sky and sunset in the distance.

Beside him hangs a dangling rope.

There was also an old corpse swaying in the rain and wind.

As if tortured, his body twisted into strange shapes and convulsed to death. The mottled white hair was already soaked, covering the suffocated twisted face.

And just under the open skirt of the dress, someone wrote the epitaph for him on the white shirt of the deceased with blood:

'I thought the world was a winner and a loser...'

With the breeze blowing, the corpse turned over lightly, revealing the bloody confession written on the back.

--【I was wrong】

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