Armand woke up suddenly from his sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed, sweating profusely. He lowered his head and breathed for a while before he was relieved from the nightmare.
In other words, the nightmarish reality is slowing down.
Armand shook his hand covered in cold sweat. The last scene in his sleep was Mu Sicheng with his head falling to the ground and bleeding, and his pupils dilated.
The other party's blood spread on the ground and merged with the pool of blood under his own body.
Amand sat on the edge of the bed blankly and recalled the dream just now, or his last life.
His elder brother Georgia is the captain of the third district of the Heretic Administration. Since Armand has a memory, he has been extremely busy. Because Georgia is engaged in a very dangerous job, he has a strong desire to protect Armand—Georgia is right Armand's every move is strictly planned.
For example, Georgia strictly prohibits Amand from entering the Heresy Bureau to engage in any work related to heretics.
But Armand is not convinced. The more Georgia does not allow it, the more he wants to enter. The work of the Heresy Bureau is full of appeal in his eyes-this is his dream job of saving the world!
Armand, who admired his brother Georgia from an early age, yearned for the Heresy Authority more and more. By the time he was adolescent, he was rebellious and entered the training camp of the Heresy Authority directly.
This caused Armand and Georgia to quarrel for the first time. Armand made a fuss and finally got his wish.
And Georgia said coldly to him, Armand, you are a timid person, you can't be cruel to the enemy, and if you do, you will be severely punished by fate.
Now think about it. In fact, what Georgia said was right, and Georgia was always right.
At that time, Armand had not been severely punished by fate, and he always had some unrealistic and naive fantasies about the kindness of fate.
He entered the heretical administration with these innocence, and then was delegated to the safest heretical supervision department by Georgia to be responsible for paperwork.
The depressed Armand counted all kinds of heretics boringly, seizing any opportunity to run to the most dangerous line, but every time he was spotted sharply by Georgia, and then he was more strictly controlled within the three district headquarters.
Armand felt an indescribable loneliness.
Since he grew up, Georgia has built a high protection wall around him to protect him from heretics. There is nothing in the wall, only himself, even Georgia stays outside the wall cautiously, even eating. There is a plastic cover to prevent him from contaminating him.
And when he grew up, he still stayed in this wall, without even a single person to speak.
And soon this person appeared.
The three districts in charge of Georgia are the storage areas of high-risk heretics. The most dangerous and valuable heretics are stored. The strongholds of the three districts are generally in very confidential locations, and few people can detect them. Mu Sicheng, the natural enemy of the district, is an exception.
Mu Sicheng is the worst enemy of the three districts. This arrogant thief makes a noise every time he visits the three districts. The team members of the three districts almost cut their heads to study the weakness of the haunting thief and try to catch them. other side.
And after researching and researching, a little epidermis has been researched out.
When Armand was stuffing bread in his mouth, he heard the team members next to him mention Mu Sicheng's background for the thousand and one time, and he rolled his eyes.
"Mu Sicheng... My best friend is dead... Now there is no way to cooperate with anyone, especially withdrawn, alone..."
"He seems to mind this, he will get angry and out of control when he hears it... You can use this..."
Armand held the bread in his mouth and interjected vaguely: "How can a dead friend be considered a weakness?"
He slapped himself on his chest with a hippy smile: "Unless you make him a living friend, that's a weakness. I think I'm pretty good. I can help you as a spy and be the thief's friend."
The team members knew that Armand was the captain's younger brother, so they laughed and teased him: "Do you know how this thief's friend died?"
Amand shook his head honestly.
The team frightened him: "Mu Sicheng himself killed him! If you were friends with him, you might be killed by him too!"
Armand was stunned, choked on the bread he swallowed.
That night, the red alert in the three districts sounded.
Armand woke up in a daze from his sleep, and heard Georgia’s serious voice on the radio: "The whole district is on alert! Mu Sicheng stole three heavy second-level red heretics and was hit by me in the waist. Now he loses the ability to move. Fleeing inside the administration! All team members are searching for carpets!"
"—You can kill it on the spot if necessary!"
The team members searched for the shot thief from room to room, with unconcealable joy on his face. This joy of success made Amand, who sneaked into the search team, was found by the team and turned a blind eye. Let it go one eye.
Armand followed the search excitedly, but after searching twice, he was found by Georgia. After being rebuked by Georgia, Armand rolled back to his room sullenly.
But when Amand returned to his room, he immediately noticed something was wrong, and something sneaked into his room.
Armand did not close the door when he left the dormitory. Although the visitors were very cautious, the room seemed to have not been passive, but the smell could not be concealed-Armand smelled a strong smell of blood.
His heart thumped nervously.
Armand was very self-aware that he could not stop the opponent, so he pretended to find nothing, turned around and prepared to leave to inform others.
But the moment he turned his head, he was hooked with sharp claws by his throat. A tall man was gasping for rough air pressure on his body and grinned viciously: "It's very sharp, my nose is as good as mine. , Do you smell my blood?"
Armand's heart almost jumped out of his throat. He raised his hands and made a surrender gesture. Before he could speak, the man who was pressing on his shoulder slipped slowly by himself.
Amand turned around in a daze.
He saw a young man about his age lying weakly in a pool of blood with monkey earphones on his head, gasping for breath.
This person was about to lose blood and was in shock, and Armand immediately realized this. He stared at Mu Sicheng who was lying in a pool of blood in a daze, and his mind was involuntarily echoing all kinds of background news he had heard about this murderous thief.
[... No friends... Alone... Seems to be lonely... Can only talk to a follower behind him]
[Every time I steal something, everything I do is to please the latter and get the other side’s approval...]
[It seems that the latter is about to expand the smuggling line recently, so Mu Sicheng visits the three districts more and more frequently...]
Armand thought that the other party would be a horrible old man in his forties and fifty years old, but he didn't expect... he was so young.
The blood spread into a pool of blood from under Mu Sicheng, his eyes curled up blankly, and instead of covering the wound, he used his injured abdomen to protect the three heretical boxes that he had stolen.
Armand's lips pressed into a straight line. He held the hand/gun behind his waist, then gritted his teeth and drew the gun to Mu Sicheng's head.
But no matter how he forced himself, Armand couldn't make it-his brother was right.
He has no way to shoot at such a living person, even if he knows that he is a heinous bad guy, but he can see in the eyes of the dying Mu Sicheng the same desire as him—to the living, to being understood and to be understood. The meager sustenance of approval, longing.
At this time, his door was knocked.
Armand was taken aback. He subconsciously supported Mu Sicheng and hid under the bed, then took off the floor clean, sprayed a lot of air freshener in a panic, and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep.
It was an ordinary player who came, and he asked Amand: "Have you seen any suspicious characters?"
Armand on the bed replied quickly with fright: "No! The air freshener was sprayed a lot because I just pulled a lot of stinky shit!"
Coming man: "... You don't have to tell me this kind of thing."
Fortunately, no one doubted Armand, the younger brother of the captain, so amid the choking smell of air sober, the visitor pinched his nose and left.
Armand was limp on the bed, he hesitated for a long time, and put a bottle of special healing agent and a roll of bandage under the bed.
It may have been a long, long time before a pair of monkey paws protruded under the bed, and they hooked these things away.
Armand hugged his knees and squatted on the bed, his eyes in a daze, thinking about why he did it.
But before he thought of a result, there was a rejuvenating, a little tugging voice under the bed: "Hey, what's your name?"
Armand answered honestly: "Armand."
There was a sneer at the bottom of the bed: "It's ugly, you look exactly like the man who shot me and wounded me. Who is his?"
"...Brother." At this point, Armand was even more depressed.
Why do you want to save the enemy that your brother shot and wounded
After a long, long time of silence under the bed, he asked the same question as Armand had thought: "Why do you... Why do you want to save me?"
Armand sighed in melancholy: "I don't know, I can't help but save it."
Under the bed, I don’t know why there was a series of extremely mocking laughter and coughing, and then he laughed and cursed in a low voice: "Fool."
Armand: "..."
Although I think it's quite stupid, isn't it right for you to say this
When Armand woke up early the next morning, Mu Sicheng was gone. On the one hand, Armand was relieved, and on the other hand, he wondered if he wanted to do something crazy, so he did it. This dream of catching Mu Sicheng
But why does the self in the dream want to save him and then let him go
Armand was puzzled, so he gave up.
But soon after, the notorious thief visited the Heresy Administration again, but this time Mu Sicheng did not take anything with him, but left one thing instead.
He is like all the arrogant strange thief in history, this time he actually sent a notice in advance to the third district naming his surname.
【—I came on Wednesday to steal things, I don’t know what I stolen, look at it, let your captain’s brother, who is the ugly name, is waiting for me at the door! 】
Georgia opened his eyes and threw this notice in front of the demented Armand: "Explain why Mu Sicheng would start targeting you?"
"... I don't know..." Armand wanted to cry without tears, he really regretted it.
Georgia took a deep breath. He stared at Armand for a long time, and finally made a judgment: "No matter what happened between you and Mu Sicheng, Armand, you must remember that this man is a devil, and you will eventually be harmed by him."
"But if you really need a chance to recognize this reality, I will give it to you."
Georgia examines Armand, who has a guilty conscience: "We took a gun and participated in the containment on Wednesday."
On Wednesday, Armand, holding a gun, stood tremblingly at the forefront, and soon the thief came.
This was the first time Armand saw Mu Sicheng running and stealing.
Mu Sicheng was as fast as the wind, and as free as the wind. With a speed invisible to the naked eye, he smiled and brushed the side of Armand who hadn’t recovered, and then grabbed Armand’s wrist. Armand, who was stunned, ran with him.
In the scene where the gunfire fluttered, in the screaming sounds of all the members of the Heretic Bureau, the hostile thieves and Armand ran like two children who were caught on the spot for mischief.
Armand was stunned, he wanted to leave, but at this moment Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows stubbornly and looked back at him in the wind: "Seeing that they can't catch us, is it fun?"
Armand stunned, he turned his head, behind him were the players chasing them hysterically. Under the extreme speed of Mu Sicheng, the hideous facial expressions of these running players looked a little funny-it was really fun, Armand Can't help but laugh.
Mu Sicheng ran very fast, and Armand, who was holding his hands, also ran very fast.
All kinds of heretics are presented under Mu Sicheng's exquisite stealing technology. These dangerous heretics that have been measured by Armand are weighed by Mu Sicheng at will. It does not seem to be a heresy, but only Mu Sicheng’s toys. This is not a crime of theft endangering the world, it is just a whim game for this thief.
Mu Sicheng casually threw a heresy to Armand, and smiled: "Do you know why this is used?"
"No. 8035..." Armand racked his brains to recall the statistics he had done. "This seems to be...in the wind..."...Butterfly.
He remembered being able to blow a hurricane.
Mu Sicheng interrupted Armand impatiently, stretched out his hand and opened it directly: "Don't you know if you open it?"
A group of colorful and exotic butterflies flew out from the box, and the wind fanned out from under their colorful tails. The fierce wind swayed back and forth in the enclosed room, so that the human hairline could be moved back by one centimeter.
Armand was caught off guard and was blown into flight.
Mu Sicheng grabbed Amand's ankle to prevent Amand from being blown away. He couldn't help laughing and laughing: "You have been here for so long. Your brother won't even let you play this before, right?"
"Is this for fun?!" Armand yelled in disintegration, "Stop it, it will cause drastic climate change!"
"No." Mu Sicheng grabbed his balance in the wind, he floated shallowly above Armand, and after holding Armand's shoulders, he explained with a low smile, "It's so stupid, your brother. I don’t know how to teach you, I’m optimistic, every heresy has weaknesses—"
Mu Sicheng controlled Amand's fingers to grab the tail wing of a butterfly flying in the wind, attached to Amand's side and whispered: "—As long as you control its weakness, this heresy will be your toy. "
Armand watched the butterfly in his hand unbelievably stopped flapping and stopped at his fingertips obediently.
Mu Sicheng snorted triumphantly: "Right?"
But the next moment, Mu Sicheng maliciously let go of the fingers holding the butterfly, and flicked the butterfly's tail feathers with his index finger, and the wind suddenly raged.
Mu Sicheng grabbed the panicked Amand by the back of his neck, retreated quickly in the hurricane caused by the butterfly, laughed wildly at the team members who came to chase them in the wind, and said goodbye with two fingers:
"I'll steal your captain's brother for fun!"
They disappeared in the sudden wind without a trace.
In fact, the wind did not take the two of them for a long time, and Mu Sicheng stopped.
He didn't know whose call he had received. His expression of joy instantly calmed down, and his tone changed from jumping to calm: "... I know, I will bring things back. There is no problem with the safety of the smuggling line."
After finishing the phone call, Mu Sicheng turned around and saw Amand, and smiled instantly.
Armand has a face that is ninety-nine percent similar to Georgia. At this moment, Armand, who has never experienced such a stimulus, now has brown hair that has been blown into a henhouse by the wind, mixed with grass clippings, and his expression is at a mentally retarded level.
He is now lying on all fours on the ground-it's not that he doesn't want to stand up, but mainly because he has never taken a vehicle like a hurricane, and Amand is a little dizzy and "wind".
Mu Sicheng squatted halfway in front of Armand, who was lying on the floor, with a faint smile: "I thought that the old-fashioned brother would be a little old-fashioned, but I didn't expect it to be a little mentally retarded."
Armand glanced at Mu Sicheng faintly: "You scold again."
Mu Sicheng smiled, he stood up, took out a few heresy boxes from his pocket and threw them all to Armand: "Okay, I'm almost done playing today, and I will have a chance to play with you again in the future, bye."
After speaking, he turned around and left in a cool manner.
Armand came back to his senses. He looked at the boxes in front of him, suddenly startled—
—These boxes were not only taken by Mu Sicheng today, but the three boxes that Mu Sicheng was injured and rescued last time were also returned to him.
"Mu Sicheng—" After thinking and thinking, Armand still couldn't help but stopped Mu Sicheng, "You gave me back what you stole last time."
Mu Sicheng raised an eyebrow and turned around on one foot: "Why, isn't it okay to give it back to you?"
Armand replied honestly: "Today you should have come to play, and you took all the lighter red heresy, but these three are all heavy third red. It should be your goal. It is of course good for you to give it back to me, but I The main reason is that you will steal it next time."
"It is indeed my goal." Mu Sicheng smiled, "But the last time I was caught by you, the theft naturally failed. This is not my trophy."
Mu Sicheng waved his hand and left without looking back, with a smile in his words: "Of course I will steal again. If you don't want to lose, try to catch me, Armand."
Armand looked at the three boxes and was silent for a long time.
Armand, who successfully brought back the stolen box, finally has the qualifications to enter the front line.
After that, Mu Sicheng would send out notices to Amand from time to time, and Amand seemed to grow up overnight, he became more stable, and would use his best to hunt down Mu Sicheng.
When Mu Sicheng came, Armand was the fastest runner, almost as fast as Mu Sicheng, but he never shot Mu Sicheng.
Gradually, Armand became the person who recovered the most stolen goods from Mu Sicheng.
Armand gradually grew up in the process of chasing Mu Sicheng. He became more and more stable, more responsible, and more capable. He became Georgia's second-in-command, that is, the deputy captain.
One day, when Amand, who had registered for the heresy after dinner, returned to the dormitory, he found a notice by the bed that said-[Deputy Captain, I’m not playing hunting games anymore, are you drinking? 】
Armand curled his mouth slightly, and after carefully confirming his brother's absence, he slipped away from the back door of the Heresy Authority.
Amand came to the clearing where he was swept by the wind from Mu Sicheng-they occasionally came here to gather together. Although I don’t know why the guys from the two opposing camps did this, it just started unknowingly and became It is an unannounced convention between two people.
This clearing was very deserted on the ground, but when I raised my head, I could see a very bright night sky. When Armand arrived, Mu Sicheng was sitting on a small hill and looking up at the starry sky.
"Come on." Mu Sicheng lazily greeted Armand and threw him a bottle of wine.
Armand took it steadily as usual, then raised his head and paused.
He noticed that Mu Sicheng's mood was not quite right tonight.
"What's the matter?" Armand asked, sitting next to Mu Sicheng.
Mu Sicheng raised his head and poured himself a sip of wine, and exhaled a sulky breath: "The person who has assigned the smuggling line to me has the full authority, and he won't come to steal anything in the future."
He said that there was a moment of silence, and then continued nonchalantly: "See you later, I will shoot both of you. Let's replace your pretentious empty-shell gun."
After Mu Sicheng finished speaking, Armand also fell silent.
-If it's just stealing, it can still be regarded as a game, but when it rises to the point where everyone can be smuggled, it will no longer be a game between them.
It's the lives and deaths of countless people.
Armand rarely drinks, but at that time, he took a big sip and wiped his mouth: "I will."
"I have played many games, some are tragic, terrifying, and one..." Mu Sicheng muttered to himself, looking up at the starry sky, "--I will never forget it."
"But this time, I had the happiest time." Mu Sicheng lowered his head. He did not look at Armand, but reached out his hand to him, "Thank you, no matter if you let me go, or Stay with me."
Armand held Mu Sicheng's hand and said seriously: "It's okay, we are friends."
Mu Sicheng had a meal, he was silent for a long while, and then sneered: "Do you know how my last friend died?"
"Killed by your own hand." Armand squeezed Mu Sicheng's hand, his dark brown eyes were unshakable and determined, "but I believe you will not kill me, or I will Do your best to become much stronger than you, so as not to be killed by you, nor to kill you!"
Armand clenched a fist and said, "I will be strong enough to stop what you are doing!"
Mu Sicheng withdrew his hand and turned his head awkwardly, but he couldn't help but smile: "... stinky kid, don't think you have caught me many times, just so proud."
But perhaps neither Armand nor Mu Sicheng would have thought that this was the last time they looked at each other and laughed.
After March, Bai Liu came to transport a batch of goods, and Mu Sicheng was spotted by George who came to patrol during the handover.
After Georgia determined that this was a high-risk smuggling heresy. Once it entered the market, it would cause serious consequences. He did not hesitate to launch a fierce attack. The left-behind Mu Sicheng had been struggling to deal with it, but he had already left after handing over the goods. Bai Liu killed a carbine and returned to the port.
With the assistance of Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng captured the famous captain of the three districts on the spot.
When he saw that the person coming was Georgia, Mu Sicheng's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
While sitting in the seat, Bai Liu didn't miss the slight change in Mu Sicheng's expression. Bai Liu looked at Georgia, who was half-kneeling on his knees, with no expression on his face, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Do you know this captain?"
Mu Sicheng replied with difficulty: "I often go to him to be in charge of stealing heretics in the three districts..."
Bai Liu turned his face, he looked at Mu Sicheng faintly: "I don't like someone lying to me. You know I am talking about more than the level of knowledge I have seen-you have feelings for him?"
"No!" Mu Sicheng negated quickly.
Bai Liu turned his head thoughtfully to look at Georgia: "But your reaction when you see this face is not fake. It's not him, it should be someone who looks very similar to him."
He took possession of Georgia’s head and looked down at this face: "You should be able to judge whether a literary family member is that person from the physical shape, so this person should be a male, and a very similar age. Male, otherwise you won’t fail to judge the difference in appearance at first glance."
Mu Sicheng's breathing almost stopped, his hands clenched into fists.
"—Is his younger brother?" Bai Liu calmly announced the answer, "You are similar to your age, and perhaps have a certain degree of similar experience. This kind of relationship is established on this opposite position—"
Bai Liu opened his eyes and looked at Mu Sicheng, who was silent, and folded his hands in front of him: "--Is it fun?"
Mu Sicheng's eyes were red, and he let out a long breath. He didn't excuse any words for himself, bowed his head and knelt down.
"Please... let Georgia go." He said word by word, "I played too much, next time I will control myself, killing him now will change the manager of the three districts and change the layout, which is inconvenient. Let’s investigate..."
Mu Sicheng was still ready to go on, but he seemed to be trying to persuade how absurd and feeble he was to let Georgia go. So after not getting any reply from Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng fell silent and knelt motionless. Six fronts.
Bai Liu lowered his eyes: "As a respect for you and serious work during this time, I can let him go."
Mu Sicheng raised his head in astonishment.
"Not as an example." Bai Liu gave Georgia a light glance: "But before that, in order to prevent the captain of the third district from remembering our smuggling route, we need to show him something."
Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief: "—Is it a memory-eliminating item?"
"No." Bai Liu said softly, "I'm going to let him try the new props I just got, [Future]."
After taking a glance at the thing, Georgia stopped moving as if his soul had been taken away, like a corpse, he was thrown on a wasteland by Bai Liu—that is, the secret that Mu Sicheng and Armand occasionally drank. wasteland.
Mu Sicheng secretly notified Armand to come and take his brother away.
Armand, who came, panicked and carried Georgia, who was lying on the ground without a sense of vision, on his back.
-That is the beginning of all nightmares.
When Georgia was silent for a month and was always preparing to commit suicide and self-harm, a desperate Armand broke out and he logged into the game.
After struggling to get through the game, the dying Armand saw the other side of the thief named Mu Sicheng for the first time on the big screen.
This person laughed wantonly and slaughtered casually. The life in his hand was like a toy. He followed behind the other person, turning from a thief into a sharp weapon, and he would see blood when he shot it.
Armand stood blankly in the audience cheering for Mu Sicheng who had caught the opponent's neck and looked up at the friend who he felt strange to him on the screen. His brain was blank.
It turns out that the games Mu Sicheng talked about... They are like this...
Is that so
After winning another game, Mu Sicheng picked up his clothes at will to wipe off the sweat and blood dripping from his chin, waved impatiently at the cheering audience, and prepared to leave.
Bai Liu seemed to rise, and turned to ask him, "Compared with the friend game between you and the three-district deputy captain, which one is more fun?"
The spirit level dropped, and the desire to kill and steal was released. Mu Sicheng's pupils contracted in excitement. He conjured a vicious smile with sharp teeth exposed at the corners of his mouth, like a demon who stretched out his nature after a bath of blood: Need to talk about it?"
"—Of course it's the game inside."
Amand stood in the bustling crowd like a wooden sculpture, the huge screen bursting with white light behind him, and the team led by Bai Liu walked past Amand under the cheers of the audience.
And the biggest hero of this game, Mu Sicheng, who killed the most enemies, walked behind Bai Liu. He walked by Amand's side, and his impatient stride brought down the weak Amand after the clearance.
Mu Sicheng didn't care which weak player he knocked down.
Mu Sicheng, who was immersed in a certain emotion, just glanced back at this condescendingly. After being hit by himself, he only looked up at him blankly, with muddy faces on his face. He sneered contemptuously with a stupid idiot, and didn't look back. To leave.
Armand, who was sitting on the ground, raised his head in a daze. He saw Bai Liu turning his head in front of him, looked at him from a distance, and then drew a smile that seemed to pity him.
He saw Bai Liu smile and said to him with his mouth: "It's just a game."
-Everything is just a game.
The delirious Amand forgot how he logged out of the game. He stumbled back to his dormitory of the Heresy Bureau, and looked up the notice letter that Mu Sicheng wrote to him that he still kept, frantically. Ripped into pieces, burned in a fire.
The wine that Mu Sicheng drank with him, the heresy that he played with, secretly replaced the bullets of the empty gun, throw it away, throw it up, and forget it.
Armand was lying in bed for a long, long time. He closed his eyes, as if he could smell the bloody smell from the bottom of the bed, could hear the guy chuckle and scold him for being stupid, and could see the boundless free starry sky on the wasteland.
But when he opened his eyes, Armand's tan eyes were empty and there was nothing.
He got up like a puppet, replaced the empty ammunition in his hand/gun with live ammunition, and then contacted Mu Sicheng—he didn’t know if Mu Sicheng would come, and he could only hope that Mu Sicheng would have this patience. Play this friend game to the end.
And Armand will accompany to the end.
Mu Sicheng is here.
So Armand put an end to the friend game. With tears and gritted teeth, he shot this lie-laden bad guy for the first time, and the bad guy grabbed him by the throat. A big hole.
The moment Mu Sicheng fell to the ground, he looked at Armand with unbelievable eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Armand did something like this to him.
After falling to the ground, Mu Sicheng had a terrible face because of the pain, so he changed his monkey's paws with difficulty and crawled towards Amand.
Armand thought he was going to attack, exhausted the last bit of strength, and shot him again.
The gun hit the temple, and Mu Sicheng clasped Armand's hand with his monkey paws, and said hoarsely: "—I caught your brother, I'm sorry—"
Mu Sicheng's hand was placed on Armand's hand, as if he wanted to hold it. He looked at Armand with loose eyes, and his bright eyes, which had always been grinning badly, were full of gloom.
This guy was clearly shot to death by him, but the last last word he told him was sorry and arrested your brother.
Armand's tears gradually welled up.
He wanted to talk to the dead bad guy, but he couldn't utter a single syllable. Armand realized that his throat had been severely caught by Mu Sicheng's monkey paw, and his vocal cords were mostly missing. , Now he is speechless.
Armand felt his body gradually cold and his heartbeat gradually slowed down.
The last scene he saw before his eyes was a pair of leather shoes walking towards him, and a black whip dragged to the ground.
Armand saw this man kneeling down on one knee, turning the head of Mu Sicheng who was shot to death by him, gently holding it in his arms, and then closing Mu Sicheng solemnly with his gloved hands. Open eyelids.
Armand heard this person possess him and whispered gently to Mu Sicheng who was dead in his arms: "—If this is a game of your choice, then this is your [end]."
"But dying to you is just a long sleep. Your soul is my property that will never die. When we wake up, we will meet again."
"Go to sleep."
The tone was light and fluttering, as if a patient father who was coaxing his child who refused to sleep was telling a beautiful fairy tale about death.
Armand tried his best to lift his head and see clearly who was the one who came to consolidate the bones of Mu Sicheng.
But no matter how hard Armand tried to open his eyes to see this man's face clearly, his eyelids became heavier and his breathing weakened amidst this man's bizarre, seductive words.
Just before Armand closed his eyes completely, he thought that if his brother were here, he would be severely criticized for attacking him so recklessly, and he would be asked to write a three-thousand-word review on him and Mu Si. Makoto, the illegitimate relationship between enemies, will be handed over before tomorrow...
A tear flicked across the corner of Armand's eyes, and his soul, floating in the wind like a butterfly, finally fell into a long sleep called death.
The hurricane inside the wall finally ceased.