Waking up from my sleep, a blur, a ray of light came in through the gaps in the curtains, and a clear gold thread was drawn diagonally in the room. Fine dust slowly swirled in the air, surrounded by a woman sleeping dead .

The screen of the plasma TV was solidified into blue. The music that had been on last night was probably because the CD was finished, and now it has stopped. Lingerie thrown on the ground, various **** equipment for men and women, and white paper bags, Syringes and drugs were scattered all over the room, and a rotten atmosphere in the room. Ying Zifeng pushed away the naked woman next to him. When he got up from the bed, he felt a headache like a hoop as usual.

He reached over his forehead, and inadvertently saw the scar around the circle.

"Oh shit!"

He cursed, threw the pillow off the bed, and thundered over the drugs on the small table. As if every time in the past few years, the air around him had a psychedelic sense of reality and his mouth was dry. , Weak and weak, the sound of the air conditioner sounded in his ears, dry and dull, like a hundred flies flying around, he reached out and patted it a few times, went to the window to open the curtain, and shot in the sunlight. He felt uncomfortable for a while, and then pulled up hard again.

It's eleven o'clock in the morning. He looks back at the half-naked woman on the bed. She looks very beautiful, but what's the name? He doesn't remember it anymore. It doesn't matter. It's all for the money, sweetheart, cat, whatever It doesn't matter, woman. He has changed every day for the past few years. Actually, he doesn't pick it. Sometimes he sleeps with the ugly girl. He also forgets the next day. Some women may have slept three or four times. Money ... not bad money!

Some things had already passed for four years, and his concept of time was very vague, after coming out of the sanitarium. My father only talked to him once, and then he didn't care about him anymore. The elder brother often came to see him. For a while he became very irritable and wanted to kill or something. But a friend who was capable of such things seemed to be away from him overnight, and later learned that his father and brother had given a death order, and he was not allowed to move in this regard. He then started taking drugs, and until now, every time he sees a scar on his arm, it hurts him so much.

He put on his shirt, covering the scars on his arms. The lower body still wore only one pair of pants, pushed out the door, and shouted, "Wu Han!" Looking at the railing to the side, he saw a servant faint on the ground.

"Too much ... too much ..."

He shook his head and muttered to himself. This is in the corridor on the second floor of the villa, looking down. Only to find a person sitting in the living room below, he looked at the person's back, outside the gate, a guard fell in the sun.

"Too much ... hallucination ..."

Similar scenes were not seen for the first time in these years, and each time was different, but the figure was familiar like a nightmare, or a dark space covered with blood and dead bodies. Or the ruins of blood and fire, the demon dragged him into **** again and again and killed. After repeating this situation countless times, he finally had a little resistance. At this time, he murmured, striding the basement: "I'm not afraid of you! You are an illusion ... an illusion!"

The hallucination turned back and looked at him slowly and said, "Ying Zifeng, it's been a long time waiting for you to get up."

"You are an illusion ..."

He staggered down into the living room, watching the figure come over, holding a can of Coke in his hand. Then he crashed down on his head, and the frozen liquid flowed down from him, making him all excited, foam gas rising in the air, and the face looked at him indifferently. After a moment, his free eyes finally gathered, he suddenly sat down on the ground, desperately trying to climb the stairs with his hands at the back: "No, no, no, no ... you are dead, you are dead ..."

"That's right, I thought I was dead." A ghost named Jiaming stood there. Looked at his wrist watch. "Are you awake?"

"You can't kill me, you can't kill me ..." Ying Zifeng climbed up the fifth staircase, and then the whole person slipped again. When he was about to climb up again, Jia Ming had already come over, squatted in front of him, and for a while, he was out of energy. He looked at the ordinary and cold face, and said subconsciously, "You can't kill me, my father ... My elder brother, they will retaliate, they will retaliate ... You dare not kill me, you did not dare to kill me last time ... you will retaliate ... "

These words were said na na, in fact, he has been comforting himself for so many years, that person is dead, or he is afraid to do anything, in this constant statement, he saw Jia Ming shook his head Some regrets in the eyes, some stunned, and then gently reached out and patted his shoulder, as if bitterly comforted.

"No ... this time is not the same as last time, it is no longer ..."

Then, the hand rested on his neck, and darkness came suddenly.

At half past eleven, Chaohai Group Corporation. Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan received a call from the bodyguard in the elevator and learned that Ying Zifeng was abducted.

"Did anyone see the kidnappers?"

"No, everyone in the villa was stunned and there was no record on CCTV, but we estimated it was half an hour ago ..."

"This guy, keep him from showing off, and who else is it!"

Ying Haisheng yelled resentfully. For the second son, he used to hate iron and steel. Since the incident four years ago, Ying ’s status in the awakening of Yan and Huang has deteriorated, and he is even more anxious to have not given birth to this. The son is good. In recent years, he has only let himself go, and has taken back most of the power around him, at most he has left him money to spend money on picking up girls. Who knows that this kind of thing has happened again.

The unrecognizable things had made him worry, and his heart was irritable, but Ying Zilan beside him was already tense, and asked several questions in a row, and then asked him to rush to his brother's residence to deal with this immediately. Although he did not like the second son, the eldest son's brotherhood was not a big deal after all, and he waved and said that he was ready to part ways.

It was originally for a business dinner. Today's arrangement is naturally that Ying Haisheng went to the banquet in the past, Ying Zilan handled the abduction case, and walked out of the hall together under the guard of the bodyguard. Both of them are thinking whether there is any shady behind this matter. For example, if they don't want Fang Zhitian to get the dust of empty sight, maybe Fang Zhitian turned around and kidnapped his son. He just came to the gate, father and son. Both phones rang at the same time, the same, strange number.

"Maybe a kidnapper ..."

Ying Zilan glanced at his father. Attach the phone to your ear, and then press the call button: "Hey."

"It looks like you know what happened to Yingzifeng."

The voice on the phone was casual and indifferent. It seemed familiar, but with a hint of strange indifference. During this conversation, the two of them, along with a dozen bodyguards around them, had walked out of the door of the Chaohai Group. The small square outside is sunny. Due to the good design combined with the surrounding buildings, the cool natural wind blows out of the door, everyone's clothes are hunting and hunting, waiting for their convoy to stop at the gate. A few meters away, Ying Haisheng was silent for a second: "What do you want?"

"I'm here to deliver things." "What?"

"Family portrait ... Let you go to Jianghai to get a family portrait, you have been reluctant to go. Then I'm a little bit troubled to help you over here."

There is still less than two meters to the car in front. Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan stopped suddenly, the wind blew past, the pedestrians came and went in the small square, and four years of time and memory suddenly came closer. The memories are as deep as they saw the ordinary but terrifying teenager who stood in front of them and talked. While the heart tightened suddenly, a dark shadow fell from the sky.

Bang, boom--

"what--"

A human body flying down from dozens of high-rise buildings hit the ceiling of the side car. The shattered bulletproof glass blasted like a pearl. After the sound of a loud noise, the scream of the man in the air came from the air. The bodyguards flew from all sides to protect Ying's father and son, and Ying Zilan's suddenly Pushing away the bodyguards around him, his gaze looked towards the sunken roof of the side. Yingzifeng, who was bloodied and distorted, seemed to be looking at his elder brother and father, but his eyes had completely burst. Under the pull of the bodyguard, the scene in front of me was clearly seen. Ying Haisheng almost shouted out subconsciously: "Gu Jiaming. I will make all the people you value dead without a dead body!"

"... still so uncreative."

The phone sighed softly, at the same time. The explosion sounded suddenly. It was an exhibition room on the side of Chaohai Group's lobby. As the bomb in the hall was detonated, the flames burst out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side. Then, a car on the other side also burst out suddenly. In the billowing heat wave, he flew up to the height of three floors. A dozen bodyguards pulled out their guns, almost subconsciously protecting the father and son Ying from the hall and the trolley.

If the only person who has fallen from the sky has not fully reacted, the sudden two explosions are like pressing the riot button. Because the explosion was in the exhibition room next to it, there were almost no casualties in the hall. However, At this time, the staff and customers in the hall had already poured out of the gate at the first time. The people in the square fled, some screamed, some fell on the ground, the fruits in the basket scattered on the ground, and the small square As the wind blows, a piece of red silk cloth flies up into the sky.

The silk cloth was thin and wide. It was originally folded and clamped under a person's armpit, as if because of the impact of the explosion, the person panicked, causing the huge silk cloth to take off his hand, stretch and fly in the air, just towards Ying's The father and son came over, and the two sides were only four or five meters apart at this time. Seeing the man approaching this side, the front bodyguard suddenly stopped and raised his gun in both hands.

The figure in front of him was a flower, and the right hand of the man waved from the left to the upper right, and the **** appeared as if he only swipe gently in the air.

The figures were staggered, and the gunfire didn't ring. The next moment, a huge red silk cloth completely covered over a dozen people. Outside the silk cloth, the bodyguard who raised the gun silently knelt down on the ground, and blood soared from his neck. Shoot out. In the rear of the silk cloth, accompanied by the chaos of the silhouette, screams and gunfire continued to sound.

This silk cloth is light and thin. Under the sunlight of noon in summer, it can't block much light. Basically, it won't cause too much movement trouble. A middle-aged man who looks at them is coming to them. The moment he staggered with the crowd. Both Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan have already reacted. This is Gu Jiaming.

His makeup was very casual, at most it obscured the original appearance, but he didn't hide much about the figure and basic outline. However, all this may not be important in front of him. As he walked in, the two bodyguards also raised their muzzles, and the other bodyguard hitting him in front of him grabbed his hands. The famous bodyguards focused their attention almost at the same time, and each of them was rigorously trained. The body is flexible and strong, but in the face of such a battle, the only movement of Jia Ming's hand is to wave **** of his right hand.

Semi-circle, oblique swing, horizontal pull, light tap, the movement looks relaxed and casual, even Ying and his father can capture it. However, all the attacks seemed to have lost effect in front of him. He lowered his head and walked forward, slightly leaned to the side, slipped, and continued ... As his second step was taken, the hand directed the dance at The continuous subtle blood lines have been brought out of the air. Bloodline from one person to another, throat, wrists, eyes ... The bloodline in the air seemed to be a freehand crazy weed, Ying Haisheng almost watched the hand command The eldest son's eyes, throat knots, and then the phantom-like figure through the layers of guards, pulled on his throat.

Within three seconds, Jiaming walked through the crowd and pulled the cloth over. The silk cloth flew out like a kite, and the sun fell on their heads again. More than a dozen people in the rear began to fall to the ground one after another. He still walked forward arbitrarily, and put a blood-stained blade into his mouth. Then raise the chest to take the camera, and press the shutter backwards.

In a slow voice, the photo washes out and he took it off. Easily pop out towards the rear. With the wind in the small square, the piece of paper floated in the pool of blood in front of Ying Haisheng's father and son.

He passed the chaotic crowd ahead. After reaching a corner of the street ten meters away, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in the air: "." A taxi stopped at the side of the road, he sat in and said to the driver, "Go to the airport."

The driver stepped on the accelerator, bowed his head slightly, looked at the street in the distance from the rear-view mirror, and looked at the camera of the passenger again. "It seems something went wrong, reporter?"

"Yeah." He smiled slightly.

"Hurry up, thank you."

A few minutes later, the first group of policemen arrived at the scene, faced with a dozen corpses with their throats cut off, helpless, and half an hour later, Fang Zhitian, who was far away in Jianghai, was killed by three fathers and sons Ying Yingsheng The message was confirmed after an hour. At more than two in the afternoon, the flight from Guangzhou to Jianghai arrived on time, replying that Jia Ming, who was originally dressed, walked out of the airport lobby and set foot on the scorching Jianghai again. He bought a pair of sunglasses in a store near the airport to block it. Lived with a little blank eyes.

He still remembers the city, remembers many things, but the feelings contained in those memories have become somewhat alienated by the overlap of four years of pain and the memories of the two generations, like the girl named Lingjing and Shasha, The figure that was killed by him in a certain section and left in a certain section is like the coldness and attachment in his heart, the killer's heart and full guilt, the conflicting Pei Luo Jia's memory and the dull school days, all that Things are still in his memory, but have been cut apart by the intolerable pain, which makes him have to stop again and examine himself at this time, the city's past and future are alternated in his mind.

A taxi stopped by his side ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He shook his head and stood for a while at the fork in the front. He chose a direction and started to walk. The sun was burning and he kept walking forward to see Everyone in this city, every car, every shop, every billboard, pick up the fragments of memory.

At the same moment, Fang Zhitian and others at the corner of the city are plunging into a huge crisis and difficulties. For four years, Ying Haisheng's forces no longer held such a pivotal position in the past as the Yellow and Yellow Awakening. The problem is that the Fang forces can naturally annex everything of the other side, but in the current situation, they no longer have such a calm advantage. The undead who appeared a few days ago cannot even leave the army, although Huge damage was caused to them at that time, and now they may fight back at any time. The shadow of death is hanging over the heads of every member of the Yan and Huang Awakening in Jiang Hai, Ying Haisheng's death, the mysterious killer that appeared in Guangzhou, whether it is Pe Luo Jia, who is down the rocks, is another dark organization that wants to touch fish in the muddy water, and I am afraid that it will become the last straw that crushes the camel's back.

It has nothing to do with darkness or light. In the Xiaowu Pavilion on the other side of the city, a woman named Lingjing sits at the window and sings softly as she looks at a stack of songs on the desk, doing a guest appearance at Fang Yusi's concert tonight. No matter how focused the expression is, what is in her heart at this time, in addition to the heartbroken sorrow, is still only confused about the future. The woman who shares the same mood as her and is a twin is now hundreds of meters away. Looking at it from the balcony of the building outside, when the wind blows, the hair in my ears is raised ...