He walked lightly to the back of the bed for the two of them, and stood in the gap between the bed and the door. Liu Changjing stood there without making a move.
For some reason, his hesitation reminded him of the word "kill decisively" that he often saw when reading books.
"Hehe, if I put it in an online novel, I would definitely be an incompetent protagonist, and I wouldn't even be able to kill anyone." Liu Chang smiled self-deprecatingly, and then self-hypnotically thought about what he wanted All kinds of evil deeds of killing these people, so that I can be a little more decisive.
From snatching the bed at the beginning, to framing him for murder, to threatening him to take the meat, to the way they greedily eat meat at the end...
After thinking of all these things, Liu Chang's mood calmed down a lot. After he was no longer nervous, he stood on tiptoe, and put the hand holding the knife into the empty space of the bedside bracket on the upper bunk, and then he felt that Xiaoyong was sleeping by the position of Xiaoyong's pillow. Then Liu Chang covered his mouth with one hand, and drew the scalpel deeply on the opponent's neck with the other hand.
Killing is nothing more than nodding.
A very simple process.
During this process, Liu Chang only felt four sensations, and died alone. His first feeling was the warmth when he held Xiaoyong's mouth, and at the same time, his second feeling was the feeling of breaking the strings of a violin when he cut Xiaoyong's neck muscles - this kind of feeling he felt today. I have also cut off the giant frog's tongue, but this time it is much easier than that time. After these two sensations, the third sensation is the slight bouncing and twitching of Xiaoyong's body, and the fourth sensation is the palms of both hands. The warmth felt on the skin—the warmth of the blood.
Four senses, more than ten seconds, a person is completely dead, not enough time for one hundredth of what Liu Chang counted just now. And these ten seconds also solved the life span of a person for decades.
Destruction is always one hundred thousand times easier than creation.
After killing Xiaoyong, perhaps the slight bounce of the upper berth affected the lower berth. Xiaoyong's mother opened her eyes in a haze.
But the moment she opened her eyes, she only saw a man with a hideous face and upper body, and then she felt a cold and pain in her neck, and she had difficulty breathing.
After inserting the scalpel into the woman's throat, Liu Chang was finally able to witness his murder process with his own eyes because it was the lower berth this time.
The scalpel went in very smoothly, and the blade pierced into the fragile and deadly part of the person without any hindrance. Liu Chang didn't even look at his own knife, and knew that if the knife went down, the person would definitely not be saved. And the reason why he didn't look at his knife is also very simple, he was attracted by the woman's eyes - this is the first time he saw a person's eyes can change so quickly.
After the stabbing, Liu Chang first saw the confusion in the woman's eyes in the first second, saw her panic in the second second, and understood the confusion in her eyes in the third second—and in the fourth second When the clock was ticking, the changes in the woman's eyes were the most complicated.
In this second, she first responded to her fear for a moment, and then she suddenly thought of something and threw away all the fear in this moment, and then turned into a deep prayer.
She opened her mouth, making a "cluck" sound in her throat, flicking her limbs, scratching upwards with her hands, as if she really wanted to express something. But the knife in her throat and the gushing blood prevented her from speaking, she looked deeply at Liu Chang, and could only express her thoughts and wishes with her eyes and mouth movements.
Maybe it was touched by her eyes, or maybe it was because of the over-concentration of the calm killing spirit for the first time, Liu Chang unconsciously tried hard to distinguish her mouth shape in the air.
"Please... please... you..." These were the first three words Liu Chang could distinguish, and these three words did not stir up too much waves in his heart.
"Don't... kill... me..." These are the three words in the middle that Liu Chang distinguished. Similarly, he didn't feel too much.
"... son... son..." These are the last two words.
The combination of the whole sentence is, "Please, don't kill my son." After combining the whole sentence, Liu Chang's brain suddenly felt buzzing, and the things he saw suddenly became blurred. The hand holding the knife trembled completely at this moment.
And just when his consciousness was a little unclear, the woman's upper bunk, his son's blood finally seeped into the bed, and a drop dripped and slapped her face.
A big drop of blood.
It completely covered the woman's face.
It also stained her eyes red.
"Woo!" When the drop of blood fell into her eyes, her gaze changed again, and she noticed the blood-stained bed above. The woman's eyes no longer pleaded. Struggling, she vented her anger and despair with all her strength, even the blood in her throat was pushed out of her mouth by the lungs she exhaled, which made her let out a shriveled but rich sound before she died. Emotional screams.
"ah!"
This short and extremely low-volume cry was then replaced by the sound of blood bubbling "cuckoo", and the woman's pupils were extremely locked and then began to relax—but during the whole process, her raised hands never moved lay down.
"Wow!" Following the scream, Liu Chang couldn't bear the churning of his stomach any longer, and then threw up all over the floor.
After all their tossing, everyone in the dormitory was woken up, and then witnessed this pitiful and terrifying scene.
However, it was the one who hadn't slept the first time he realized and got out of bed. He walked down, patted Liu Chang on the shoulder, and looked at the "Doctor Huang" who was also woken up.
"You woke her up and we..."
"Don't touch me, don't want me to kill any more people!" With a snap of Li Qingshui's arm, Liu Chang sat down on the ground after spitting out the gastric juice in his stomach, his mind was full of that woman. The look of praying.
It suddenly occurred to him that even though that woman was a shrew, she was just a woman the same age as his mother. She was just a woman, just a mother. Although it was hateful, the crime was not worthy of death. And at the last moment of her life, she burst out with the greatest brilliance of human beings. In the face of death, her greatest reaction was not the most instinctive desire for survival of human beings—but maternal love.
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Seeing Liu Chang sitting on the ground and not talking anymore, Li Qingshui opened the door to observe the situation in the corridor, found that the noise here did not disturb the people in other dormitories, went back to the room and wrapped the two gradually cooling corpses into them In the sleeping sheets, after putting the two corpses into woven bags, they called the little girl.
"Come on, come out with me, help me find out where there is no one in the yard, let's throw it out."
"Uh." The girl nodded blankly, looked at Liu Chang who was sitting on the ground, and then at Dr. Huang who was sitting on the bed trembling with fright, and still jumped off the bed.
Just like that, in the dead of night, Li Qingshui carried a woven bag in one hand, led the little girl, opened the door and walked out.