Chapter 27 Memories 4

  His tears finally flowed out!

  Who says men don't shed tears, it's just that their emotions haven't reached the point of heart-wrenching shock!

  He was so angry that he could hardly wait to pick up an axe and chop these things into pieces.

  He looked at the young man who was much taller and bigger than himself: "If you really treat me as your younger brother, then can you help me open these?"

  "I only said I'd help you kill him!" The young man gazed at him coldly, the smile that had always been on his face now gone, replaced by a stern and icy expression.

  "So, will you be good?" He walked over, looked up at him and tried to take his hand like the other kids did with their older brothers.

  "Are you asking me?" He smiled slightly, lowering his right hand holding the gun as if unintentionally raised it for a moment, and in an instant, the cold muzzle was already pressed against his forehead.

  "What are you asking me for? Who the hell do you think you are? You're really getting out of line!" The tone suddenly became violently angry.

  At that moment, he really didn't dare to doubt that he would kill himself, after all, he would rather believe that 2012 was the end of the world than believe that he was a good person who loved his younger brother.

  But he still held back his inner fear, perhaps it's really when people are in a desperate situation that they will stop at nothing.

  "Bang!" He suddenly knelt down in front of him, his slender body straight as a pen, seemingly not making him look any less dignified despite the humiliating posture.

  "I beg of you to save her, I know I have nothing else, only this life, if you want it, take it!"

  The young man looked at him, his dark eyes turned a deep blue, and slowly in the blue seemed to emerge a hint of purple, but only for an instant before he smiled again.

  "Remember, from now on, your life is in my hands!"

  His head was splitting with pain, and Shao Qi just looked at him, looking at him sitting elegantly in front of himself, across a table, full of gentlemanly demeanor.

  "I don't care, just save him, I don't want to mention what happened before, as long as you can save him...". The pair of mandarin ducks that had not seen each other for many years finally slowly began to wrap things up after quarreling for a long time.

  "Are you tired of playing cat and mouse? I don't want to be the mouse anymore, tell me, what do you want?" Shao Qi looked at him, trying her best to calm down.

  "I wonder how..." The man's lips still slightly curled up, but his eyes remained as expressionless as ever.

  "Don't you know?"

  With a sudden movement, Shao Qi felt his blood throughout his body slowly freezing, as if he had to use all his strength to shake off this terrible restraint, and he suddenly stood up.

  Regardless of his mother still being nearby, he loudly shouted at the police as if he had lost all calmness: "Get out!"

  …………

  As if he were a proud son of heaven, yet unable to escape a humble fate.

  Because I met someone I shouldn't have met.

  Sweet and bitter life may be torture

  People can hardly escape both in their fate.

  Can't help but be forced to light up one's own and others' way like a candle.

  But who will cherish this poor candle?

  No jail is a rich and beautiful place anywhere.

  Because this square has long been used for executing criminals, symbolizing supreme authority and justice.

  It has a very peculiar color, silver iron grey white - iron and air oxidation.

  Jet-black railings with rust, dense mesh spanning the entire space, exquisite protection, in the vicissitudes of time, the tight defense will not be reduced at all.

  Shao Qi sat alone in the dimly lit guardroom, a sliver of sunlight from the small skylight on the wall casting a faint glow on his body, but it was just a tiny bit of weak light, not enough to bring brightness to his world.

  A delicate face with a deep and ancient gray, his mind still has the vast and vast enchanting nightmares of the past.

  He really helped him and gave his mother the best treatment. Although his mother was still in a coma, her physical wounds were healing day by day, and he was genuinely happy from the bottom of his heart.

  But he still has a clear understanding of himself. Everything is just a prerequisite for the future, and he has imagined what he may face.

  But after all, those are just future things, and for now, they're not the most important!

  But slowly he also became aware of the change.

  Although he lived in that magnificent, intricately beautiful house like a medieval European noble castle, and the food in front of him was always exquisite and never repeated.

  He began to discover that beneath the bright and precious world, there was a surging undercurrent. The ground, which had been stained with blood and littered with countless severed limbs just moments before, suddenly became clean and spotless again.

  He knew that his brother, who had suddenly appeared with a cold and sinister attitude, must have been forged in the dark without sunlight, through countless baptisms and castings. He would absolutely not be a soft-hearted character.

  But intentionally or unintentionally, when those things that should have been hidden from the world were openly displayed in front of him, he still couldn't help but vomit.

  Although he was just watching from a distance, those people still discovered him and even dragged him over to watch, completely ignoring his rejection and continuing with an even more brutal and bloody scene.

  He began stubbornly staying by his mother's bedside every day, refusing to leave the room a single step, thinking that as long as he did so, he wouldn't have to see those cruel and heartbreaking scenes.

  But he seemed to have a perverse fondness for tormenting his will.

  Every time he executes an opponent or a traitor, he always has someone bring him along, regardless of whether he can take it or not, and whether he is scared to death like other kids.

  Wherever there is blood, he always appears on time, and can't miss a single glance at the enchanting bloody mist that fills the sky.

  At that time, every day when he opened his eyes, it was the piercing blood color. The organs that were still alive a moment ago could appear in front of him at any moment.

  It seems that in order to get him used to or fall in love with those bloody days, the room he stayed in was filled with transparent glass jars, crystal clear colors and exquisite craftsmanship.

  They were all exquisite works of art, but they were all piled up in this room.

  There is no other reason, in glass of various sizes, all sorts of organs are quietly placed inside, there are freshly cut palms still emitting heat, fresh hearts that are still beating regularly, and crystal clear human skin...