Jiang Beize's house in Licheng is rented.
He is very mysophobic. Even if he rents, he still wants to rent a clean and spacious house.
In terms of money, Song Nan Tomb sometimes envies Jiang Beize, who has a lot of money in his hands without any effort. Who has a family named Jiang, a well-off family, and has shares in the company since he was born.
So sometimes nibbling on the elderly is a skill that others don't envy, only jealousy.
Song Nan Tomb took off Jiang Beize's coat and fumbled in his pockets. He took out a box of Su cigarettes and a box of Jinqiao.
"How do you know I smoke these two?"
Jiang Beize was stunned.
"I don't know. I thought the name of this cigarette sounded good, so I bought it."
Hearing this, Song Nan Tomb smiled and touched his hair.
"I want to go with you."
After returning the coat to him, a shining silver ring fell out. Jiang Beize took the lead and bent down to pick it up, wiped it like a treasure, and then put it on his ring finger.
This move warmed Song Nan Tomb's heart.
He also wore a ring on his hand, the same silver sparkle.
This is a silent sign and promise, promising that the future will definitely go in a good direction.
…
Song Yan has been calling Song Nan Tomb these days.
He blocked her. Unexpectedly, this woman changed her mobile phone number and called again, endlessly!
"I realize that you are really a bitch. If a man doesn't like you, you can't change him. All men in the world except me are dead, right?"
Song Nan Tomb's mouth was completely merciless to everyone except Jiang Beize.
Song Yan's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with tears, "But I just like you. What can I do... I can't do anything right now. All I can think about is you, even if I just see you."
"What you don't get is always turbulent. It's not that you like me, you just don't want to give in."
"That's just because you don't want to give in. Whoever asked you to appear in my life is all your fault. Now you have to take responsibility!"
"I'm responsible for your Male Gobi. Don't harass me again if you have nothing to do. If you don't find it annoying, I find it disgusting!"
"Woo..."
Song Yan cried again as he spoke, "Is this okay? Come and have a drink with me, just one drink. I really want to see you..."
If a person likes you, then if you pester him, he will feel that you are the only one.
But on the contrary, this person hates you, and if you continue to pester him, he will hate you even more.
Song Nan Tomb lost all his patience and was about to hang up. As if he expected him to do this, Song Mi raised his voice: "Don't hang up, you have to come and have a drink with me, otherwise I will call Jiang Beize. Anyway, I have his phone number."
"Are you sick?!"
"Yes, I love you to the point of death. You can't come over, right? Then I won't harass you anymore. I will only harass Jiang Beize. Let's see what he thinks. Why is he so shameless and pestering you every day? .”
"I&%#*#!"
Song Nan Tomb cursed and hung up the phone.
Song Yan was sitting at the bar, drinking one glass after another. She was not afraid of getting drunk because her heart was already hurting.
Suddenly I saw a black figure, tall, unruly, broad shoulders, straight figure...
It's like a dream.
Looking at this person, Song Yan grinned and said, "You are here after all."
Song Nan Tomb grabbed his pockets with both hands. When Song Mi called him, he happened to be in the store and was very close to the bar. He didn't come here specially.
"You are indeed disgusting enough."
Hearing this, Song Mian was not annoyed and pushed a glass of fruit wine in front of Song Nan's tomb.
"Come have a drink with me, Brother Nan."
"Go away, don't call me that, you don't deserve it."
"I'm not worthy? Haha, how did your brother get the position of assistant to the president in the first place? Isn't it thanks to my sister's promotion? Otherwise, do you think that the assistant to the president is so easy to be, and there are more capable and decent people than your brother? Come on, if it weren’t for my sister, he wouldn’t even be qualified to know the president!”
Song Nan Tomb tightened his lips.
When the topic of Song Yikai was mentioned, he was silent for three seconds.
"Don't gossip in front of my brother."
"Haha... You are still worried about this, and you are right. You worry about so many people, and you only worry about men. Anyway, you are not worried about me. Come on, come on, drink with me -"
Song Yan pushed another glass of wine in front of Song Nan's tomb.
Song Nan Tomb picked up a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
"Are you satisfied? As a woman, can you learn to love yourself?"
Song Yan curled his lips, "Only because I love you do you have the right to hurt me, so you deserve to be hurt by the one you love, Dute's mother!"
In relationships, who is not a bitch
"boom-"
Song Nan Tomb threw the cup directly against the wall, with a crisp and ear-piercing sound.
"The only ones I care about are my brother and Jiang Beize. If you dare to touch one of them, this will be the end."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
My head was dizzy, and I walked out of the bar. The cold wind outside made my head feel dizzy even more.
Song Nan Tomb rubbed his aching temples. Is a glass of fruit wine so powerful
Two men who looked like gangsters walked towards them, one body and three heads, which soon turned into six heads.
It's over, it's over.
Song Nan Tomb shook his head vigorously twice, feeling that something was wrong. He turned around slowly and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Boy, come with us. We will be responsible for having fun with you tonight..."
…
It was past nine o'clock, and Song Nan Tomb had not returned yet. Jiang Beize called him more than ten times, but no one answered.
Just as he was about to go out to look for it, his cell phone rang. It was Song Nan Tomb’s cell phone number—
"Hey Master, you-"
"I'm Song Yan," the voice on the other end said lightly, "Song Nan's tomb is here, and I left my phone here."
"Where is he?"
Then Song Mi reported a list of addresses.
Jiang Beize hummed, "I understand, I'll come over to pick him up now."
I took a taxi and arrived at the address Song Ye told me, which was a dilapidated house in the suburbs.
Jiang Beize went in and saw no one, only murals painted all over the wall.
A crow with broken wings, an oppressive black cloud, a woman covered in blood, an abandoned baby lying in the corner...
Looking at the style of the painting, Jiang Beize could tell that it was done by Song Mi.
Song Yan's painting was rather gloomy, and he thought of the picture of a man with a broken arm that she gave him before...
Also, in her home, the frame of the painting is covered with broken bottles...
Soon, Jiang Beize's attention was attracted by a painting in front of him.
The main color of the painting is black, and the outlines and lines are all drawn with thick black brushes.
At first glance, it looks very messy, and you can’t see the theme that the painting wants to express.
As you slowly get closer, you will find that there is a gun in the middle.
The one holding on to the gun is a person.
Whether it's a man or a woman, I can't tell yet.
The one with the gun pressed against his temple only has a head drawn, without a body.
"Is it like the scene now?"
A cold object suddenly touched Jiang Beize's temple.
He looked over slowly and saw a smiling face, with the corners of his mouth raised and eyebrows arched.
It's Song Mian.
Jiang Beize narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who have you killed before?"
Song Yan was stunned.
I laughed the next second.
"I didn't expect you to be very smart. How did you know that?"
"A Dutch painter once painted a painting similar to this. The only difference is that he painted a knife handle, you painted a gun, and he killed someone."
"It seems that I underestimated you."
Song Yan put the gun back and hung it on the button on his waist.
"A long time ago, I liked someone, and he was with me, but then he was snatched away by my best friend, and I killed both my best friend and him."
Jiang Beize shivered uncontrollably, "What did you do to Song Nan's Tomb?!"
"He's still fine. I love him, but I can't bear to kill him."
"So is this the reason why you became extreme? You keep saying it's because of love. What's the difference between your current robbery and your friend's robbery in the past?"
"No difference!"
Song Yan suddenly shouted.
"I've seen it through. This society is an era where scumbags are prevalent. Why should I compromise? If I love someone, I want to get it. If I hate someone, I want to kill him. It's that simple!"
"You're a madman."
"This is called liberalism, this is called the distinction between love and hate."
"…madman."
Screw your uncle’s distinction between love and hate!
Jiang Beize felt that the situation was different, because now Song Yan had become extremely terrifying, and her psychology was greatly distorted. The sense of betrayal in the past made her distorted into another person when she was unable to love her. one person.
The best friend who betrayed her and was killed by her.
Now, Song Yan was trapped in a quagmire of pain and unable to escape.
It was like there were two ropes in her heart, pulling her hard, one side was letting her go east, leading to the light, and the other side was letting her go west, leading to the darkness.
It can be clearly seen from her paintings that all works are full of darkness, depression and extreme ferocity, which is a kind of mental illness.
Song Yan stopped laughing and raised his hand to snap his fingers.
The next second the door opened, and two shirtless men came in, very thick and strong.
After the two people came in, their eyes fell on Jiang Beize, and a deep and demanding light burst out from their eyes.
"Tsk, tsk, I found it especially for you. Aren't you good at it?" Song Yan leaned against the wall and played with his fingernails.
Her long hair fell down, blocking half of her face.
Jiang Beize looked at her with an expressionless face, "Now you have trampled on other people's love and your own love. You are not worthy of loving someone at all."
"Shut up!"
Song Yan became angry from shame.
"Whether I love someone or not, it's not your turn to preach to me here!... Okay, don't say I won't give you a chance."
With that said, he took out two guns from his pocket and threw them in front of Jiang Beize.
The two guns were exactly the same. They were pure gold in color and could not tell any difference in appearance.
Song Yan: "These two guns, one is an empty gun and the other is a real gun. I will give you a chance now -"
There was a pause.
"You choose a gun to point at me. If you can kill me, I will admit defeat and I will not hold you accountable. If you can't kill me, I will kill you and then Song Nan Tomb."
Time stood still.
Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the two big men present. They were just paid to do things. They had no idea that their employer would be such an extreme woman. It seemed that it was too late to break the contract now.
Beads of sweat also broke out on Jiang Beize's forehead.
He wasn't afraid, he just felt terrified. This woman was terrifying.
"Hurry up, I'm not kidding you!"
Song Mian suddenly shouted again, but Jiang Beize was unmoved.
Song Mian became impatient, grabbed a painting on the wall, and threw it in front of Jiang Beize.
"I'll give you just one minute. I still have a gun in my pocket. If you don't move, I will go next door and kill Song Nan Tomb. He was drugged by me and can't move now."
"Didn't you say you love him? If you kill him, who are you with?" Jiang Beize said calmly, even though the broken painting and glass shards had scratched the back of his shoe.
"I don't know! Someone has to die today. If one dies, it's death. If both of them die, someone must die!"
“…”
It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was schizophrenic. For the first time, Jiang Beize complained about Song Yikai. What kind of brother was he? How could he introduce such a marriage partner to Song Nan Tomb.
Fortunately, the two of them were not married. If they were, Song Nan would have fallen asleep in the tomb, and he would not have known how he died the next day.
"Hurry up! If you don't act, both you and Song Nan Tomb will die!" Song Yan shouted again.
Jiang Beize slowly bent down.
left…
Or on the right...
The sweat beads on the bridge of his nose rolled down and landed on the gun on the right.
His hand was placed on the right side. The moment he picked it up, he felt it was inappropriate, and finally chose the gun on the left.
Jiang Beize took a deep look at the gun on the right side of the ground, and then tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
Seeing this, the other two big men hid far away, for fear of being accidentally injured.
"Come on, put it to my head—now, immediately, immediately, I'll give you a chance!"
Song Yan's eyes widened. She had no makeup today, and her face was haggard. With her exaggerated facial expression, her face looked particularly ferocious and terrifying. She was like a vicious witch in a fairy tale, without the vitality that a young girl should have.
Jiang Beize's fingers were trembling.
He didn't pull the trigger.
Delayedly, there was no movement.
"Song Nan Tomb is different from your ex-boyfriend. You never got him, so you can't talk about losing him. Now that it's too late for you to wake up, I'll just pretend that what happened today didn't happen. We won't contact each other anymore and treat it as if we don't know each other. Can’t you just go back to your own lives?”
At the critical moment, Jiang Beize still wanted to persuade Song Mi through words.
Song Yan sneered.
"We already know each other, we can't go back! It's very difficult for me to fall in love with someone. If I can't get it, I would rather destroy him. This is my purpose-"
"Besides, now that you know about my murder, if I let you go, will you let me go? You sued me as soon as you left the house. I've already seen through you!"
"ah-"
As soon as Song Yan finished speaking, two heart-rending screams sounded from behind him.
Song Nan's tomb suddenly appeared, like a fierce ghost emerging from the depths of hell, knocking the two strong men to the ground and quickly twisting Song Mi's neck.
"Are you looking for death? You plotted against me, but you dared to plot against him?! Who gave you the courage?!"
"How...how could you...even though I gave it to you..."
"It's just that little medicine, and you still want to trap me?"
When he sensed something was wrong, Song Nan Tomb kept an eye on it.
So when the two men took him to the hotel, he first pretended to be weak and unable to move. Then, while the two men relaxed their vigilance, he took the lead in entering the hotel room and locked the door.
Then he entered the bathroom, turned on the cold water shower, and washed his body with the coldest water until his scattered consciousness returned little by little.
"boom!"
While Song Nan's tomb was distracted, Song Yan calmly took out the third gun in his pocket and pointed it at Jiang Beize.
A dull sound hit Jiang Beize's left shoulder.
Seeing this, Song Nan Tomb became anxious. He threw away Song Mi and rushed to Jiang Beize, where he felt his hands full of blood.
"Ozawa..."
"I'm okay, it's okay, Brother Nan." Jiang Beize covered his injured shoulder and smiled at Song Nan Tomb, comforting him and telling him not to worry.
"Hahahahaha—"
The shrill laughter echoed in every corner of the room.
Song Mi was like crazy and fired in the direction of Jiang Beize and Song Nan's tomb.
Bang bang bang, three shots. Song Nan Tomb reacted quickly and pulled Jiang Beize to dodge and avoid the three shots.
"Hahaha!"
Song Yan was still laughing, pulling the trigger like a robot without blinking. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and was suffocatingly cold.
"boom!"
Another shot was aimed at Song Nan Tomb's face.
"Brother Nan!"
Jiang Beize shouted at the top of his lungs, picked up the gun in his hand and pointed it at Song Mi.
A dry sound.
Empty gun, no bullets.
It turns out... the gun he chose was an empty gun, and the gun on the left was an empty gun, so the gun on the right was...
He suddenly looked towards the ground and saw that the gun on the right had disappeared. Then Jiang Beize heard another "bang" sound. A girl directly in front fell to the ground. A blood flower bloomed between her eyebrows and her eyes opened. Very big.
At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet.
The two strong men lying on the ground were so frightened that they wet their pants and were trembling like dead fish, unable to say a word.
"Brother Nan..."
Jiang Beize blinked his eyes and tears fell down.
He dropped the gun in his hand, his hands shaking terribly, "Brother Nan, I killed someone."
Song Nan Tomb also threw away the gun in his hand and embraced Jiang Beize.
His eyes were complicated and trembling, but his tone was calm and composed:
"I killed someone, and this matter has nothing to do with you from beginning to end, do you understand?"
"No...it's me...it should be me. I chose the gun on the right at the beginning...it's me..."
"Okay. It's okay."
Song Nan Tomb raised his hand to cover Jiang Beize's eyes.
"I'll say it one last time, this matter has nothing to do with you from beginning to end, do you understand?"
“…”
Jiang Beize's lips were trembling and his teeth were chattering. Only tears proved that he was still alive.
The siren of the police car outside is getting closer...
Song Nan Tomb pulled Jiang Beize up from the ground, pulled off a piece of fabric from his sleeve, and simply bandaged his injured shoulder.
"Listen, go to the hospital quickly for treatment, otherwise the wound will fester and it will be difficult to treat."
"No... the police are here... they have to take a statement first..."
"I am a participant in this matter, you are a bystander, and the confession is between me and them."
As he said that, Song Nan Tomb looked at the two burly men on the ground, his eyebrows gleaming.
"You have all seen that today's incident has nothing to do with him, right?!"
Words with hidden threats are as sharp as a sharp edge.
(End of chapter)