- No.
Maybe the first kill.
So everything seems to be at a loss.
His dear eldest brother hurried away in his car without even checking if he was out of breath.
Finally disappeared in Wu Shixun's gradually blurred vision.
The cold raindrops hit his face.
Wu Shixun looked at the gloomy and dark sky.
Suddenly burst into laughter.
With a smile, there were bursts of pain in the bullet's chest.
He pulled his wandering consciousness back to reality.
The rain was mixed with crimson blood.
Dye his white hands red.
He laboriously raised his right hand to cover his eyes.
Something wet came out of the eye socket.
Warm... very different from the coolness of rain...
- No.
"It's really embarrassing..."
In the sound of rain.
An inaudible voice came from above him.
Wu Shixun was taken aback.
Slowly put down the hand covering your eyes.
In the hazy sight.
A pale man in a white shirt was seen standing beside his head holding a black umbrella.
He looked down at him like a bereaved dog.
The thin lips moved and said again:
"It's really embarrassing..."
Wu Shixun will never forget it.
The light in Bien Boxian's eyes at that time was like stars hidden in the dark clouds, and it shot into his gradually dimming eyes.
"Save... save... me..."
Suddenly.
A strong desire to survive burst out.
He realized that he didn't seem to want to die so much...
The man crouched down.
The slender hand gripped the handle of the umbrella tightly.
The protruding phalangeal joints are beautiful and outrageous.
"Save you...? Okay..."
- No.
That rainy night.
In desperation, someone pulled him out of the quagmire with such a pair of sharp-edged hands... Those hands were cold, but they gave him unprecedented warmth.
Wake up again.
He found himself in a humble room.
And his chest had been treated, bandages and pungent disinfectant rushed into his nasal cavity, and he was at a loss under the incandescent lamp.
The bedroom door opened...
The man who saved him changed his outfit and appeared in front of him. The white lab coat made the man's delicate eyebrows look especially good.
"Thank you..."
Wu Shixun opened his mouth and was stunned.
Because that sound is so ugly.
Like a mute broken branch of dead wood.
It's like the sound of a saw cutting a stake back and forth.
"You have a glass of warm water on your bedside table."
The man raised his hand and pointed to his side.
Wu Shixun looked down the line of sight.
Sure enough, there was a glass of warm water there.
He didn't know how long he had been lethargic, and his lips were already dry and dead. He struggled to get the water glass, and he sipped it down, and the man was still standing at the door looking at him out of the corner of the eye.
Wu Shixun put down the water glass.
A little cramped for a while.
"Looks like your body is recovering well."
Bien Boxian, who had been standing in place, suddenly raised his foot towards his bed, and Wu Shixun hurriedly lowered his eyelids to cover the panic that flashed in his eyes.
(Ps: Brotherhood Brotherhood!! Brotherhood.)
"After half a month of recuperation, you'll be able to leave."
When Wu Shixun heard the word "leave", his eyes suddenly stared at the boss. Facing the cold and indifferent Bien Boxian, he whispered,
"Leave...? Can you take me in for a while...? I still don't know how to go back and face... my big brother..."
- No.
