I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

Chapter 32

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The world is preventing her from saving him.

The snow was falling, gradually burying the footprints on the ground. Ning Ning was running, racing against the snow.

Chen Guanchao, who was behind her, not only didn't help, but kept pulling her back.

"Enough, what do you do with the past?"

"Are you an ordinary person, can you deal with a murderer?"

"Go back, call the police, and let the police catch him."

"Is that child so important? How long have you raised him? Have you had three months? How much trouble has he caused you in these three months?"

"Give it up, there are no footprints ahead, we've lost it."

The wind blows over, the snow blows over, and Ning Ning stands on the snow and breathes out white air.

The world is always like this, pay a lot, but in vain. She is always like this, she is always trying in vain, but she still can't help but want to work hard.

"I can definitely find it, I can definitely find it..." She walked around like a hypnotic self, suddenly raised her hand, the flashlight in her hand shone in the middle of a building, her eyes were slightly warm, and her voice trembled, "I found... "

A residential building that is about to be built has a banner on it that reads "Welcome to 1988, celebrate 1988, and celebrate 1988 together."

At that moment, Wen Xiaoning seemed to sound in Ningning's ears, and the roar of the old woman who had been waiting for a movie for fifteen years before she died: "1988! 1988!! 1988!!!"

Obviously things have changed so much, but the two of them still overlap, and they overlapped in three 1988s. For a while, Ning Ning was a little confused. Is she Ning Ning or Wen Xiaoning? Did she change the plot of the movie? Did she just follow Wen Xiaoning's pace and walk in a circle step by step

But she soon laughed.

"If there's one real thing in this fake world, it's his feelings for me..." she murmured, "No, it's my feelings for him."

Then, she ran towards the residential building without hesitation, calling his name loudly as she ran: "Wen Yu!!"

The sound pierced through the snow, through the night sky, through the movie screen.

Ningning didn't know that when she chose to run towards the three 1988s, in the originally empty Life Cinema, one pair of feet walked in, one after another, and they stopped in front of the screen, holding up their clothes. Faces with various masks, looking at the screen in front of him, looking at the figure running desperately on the screen.

At the same time, at the entrance of the cinema, the doorman leaning against the wall quietly and dozing suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at the poster beside him.

There was no wind, but the poster was shaking violently, as if it was being torn apart by a huge force, so that even the words on it began to shake.

The original title of the play "Abandoned Son" is like a rock that shakes. Under the rock, another play title, a four-character name is like the roots of a plant, desperately trying to break out of the ground!

"Stop it!" Ning Ning rushed to the rooftop, the skinny man opposite turned his head, she desperately forced a smile: "Brother, what are you doing?"

The thin man looked at her from a distance, his eyes dark and unclear.

Ning Ning was angry and hated, but she didn't dare to show it. She showed all her acting skills, with a sincere expression and no grievances, she walked towards him with a smile, stretched out her hand to Wen Yu, and said gossip, "Yes. Didn't this bear kid make you angry?"

The thin man raised his knife and said coldly, "Go back!"

The outstretched hand froze in the air, trembling uncontrollably from the tip of her fingertips, she endured the fear in her heart and the desire to run away, trying to keep a smile, but in the eyes of others it was like a humble prayer: "Brother, don't you Angry, he is a dumb, a burden, if you really don't like it, I will take him back, so as not to be a drag... ah!"

Ning Ning screamed, took a few steps back with his right hand, and blood spread from between his fingers.

Blood fell from the knife, and the thin man held the handle of the knife, looking at her with extremely numb eyes, as if the one who just stabbed was not his own sister, but a stranger, a dead man, a scarecrow.

Family offensive doesn't work for this kind of person. Ning Ning looked at him, her expression gradually became hideous, she yelled at him, venting her fear and anger: "Kill him, where can you go! I know what you look like, I know you My name and age, I know everything! I tell the police everything!"

Only then did the thin man react a little bit, his eyelids trembled, and he shouted in fear and anger: "I'm your brother! You can't treat me like this!"

"Let him go!" Ning Ning pointed at Wen Yu and shouted, "Let him go! You are my brother!"

The thin man looked at Wen Yu, then looked at her again, his expression seemed a little hesitant, he seemed to be moved by her, he thought for a moment, then stared at her: "… let him go, can you help me keep a secret? Just say you haven't seen me today."

"Yes! Yes!!" Ning Ning hurriedly replied, no matter what request he made at this time, she would agree.

The thin man nodded, and he pulled Wen Yu towards her.

Ning Ning's originally suspended heart fell, and half of his attention went to Wen Yu, eh? What's up with him? Why don't you stop crying and shaking your head at her

puff-

The knife stabbed into Ning Ning's stomach.

"...Do you think I would believe your nonsense?" The thin man's face was close at hand, he held the handle of the knife, pulled the knife out once, and stabbed it in again and again, repeatedly until Ningning fell softly. land.

Wen Yu cried silently, broke free from his hand, and threw herself on Ning Ning's body.

The thin man took two steps back, raised his hand to wipe his face, and smiled comfortably.

How could a person who just suspects that his nephew saw the moment of his murder and wants to kill him, and a stranger who just suspects that a stranger who has seen the portrait will recognize him, how could he believe Ning Ning's words.

"Sister, I don't want it either." He looked down at Ningning in the pool of blood, and muttered, "Who told you to sue me."

Then he tilted his head and looked at Wen Yu: "Now it's your turn."

Wen Yu didn't realize it, he kept crying and pushing Ning Ning's body, he didn't care about the thin man behind him or the knife in his hand.

A scream came from the side, the thin man paused, turned his head to look, and saw Chen Guanchao and Ning Yuren standing at the entrance of the stairs, Ning Yuren was frightened by the situation in front of him, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground, Chen Guanchao helped him She didn't get up for a long time.

"Two more." The thin man's voice was a little sad. He didn't know if he was sad for the two of them, or for himself, who had gradually become a serial killer.

"Help me, save me!" Seeing him walking towards him step by step, Ning Yuren hugged Chen Guanchao's arm, like a dodder flower, desperately crawling towards him.

Chen Guanchao looked at the bloody knife in his hand, looked past him, and looked at Ningning, who was lying in a pool of blood. She was bleeding so much that she remained motionless and looked dead.

"Wen Xiaoning!!" He shouted unwillingly, his eyes were full of the pain of seeing a precious artwork being shattered. After calling a few times in a row, she didn't respond, and the skinny sneered and said, "You Is it her boyfriend? Stop shouting, she's dead."

"Is she already dead..." Chen Guanchao murmured, suddenly looking down at Ning Yuren who was lying on his legs.

At the moment when his eyes crossed, Ning Yuren saw retreat, apology, and indifference in his eyes.

What supported him in chasing him all the way here was his obsession with Ning Ning, or rather the Phantom, not the obsession with Ning Yuren.

"... I'm sorry." He suddenly pulled Ning Yuren's hand away, then turned around quickly, and his back quickly disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Ning Yuren stared blankly at his back, suddenly lowered his head, covered his face and cried.

"Damn it!" The thin man chased after Chen Guanchao a few steps, then backed back, and said to Ning Yuren with a grim expression, "I'll deal with you first!"

Hearing this sentence, Ning Ning in the pool of blood raised his eyes weakly.

Mother…

She tried her best to stand up, but she just got up and fell back. Wen Yu who was beside her looked at her and Ning Yuren opposite. She suddenly got up and ran over. She opened her small arms and hugged her. The skinny man's legs, because of fear, closed his eyes immediately when he hugged him, and then trembled silently.

"What?" The thin man lowered his head and grinned, "Do you want to die first? Come on, I'll do it for you!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled his hair and dragged it all the way to the rooftop.

Smell the rain…

Ning Ning stood up strong, and the figure of the thin man was reflected in her pupils. It was the first time in her life that she hated a person so much. This huge hatred supported her to stand up and walk over, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough...

"Ning'er... Qu Ning'er!!" She roared in her heart, "Come out! Help me! Come out! This body is for you! Come out! Take it!"

... Damn, she didn't come out at such a critical moment! !

It's up to her! !

She gritted her teeth and ran towards the thin man. The thin man heard the movement behind him, turned to his side, hit him in his arms, and then hugged his waist tightly.

"What do you want to do?" The thin man was knocked back two steps by her. He glanced at the rooftop behind him, which was two steps closer to him. With lingering fears, when he turned around, the knife stabbed her back frantically, "Let go! Let go! You Let go!"

"...Ahhh!!" Ning Ning refused to let go, she endured the pain, hoarse, just to let the other person live!

Hearing this cry, Chen Guanchao, who had already run downstairs to the street, turned around suddenly.

He saw her holding the thin man and falling down like a shooting star.

The picture slammed into Chen Guanchao's eyes, he stood on the ground for a long time and couldn't move, and suddenly shouted: "I understand, I understand!!"

Then, he fumbled through the pockets all over his body, and only found the pen but not the notebook, so he took out two portraits, with the image of a skinny murderer on the front, he sat on the side of the road and spread the paper over. On his lap, he started writing a new "Phantom of the Theater" without anyone else.

Its daybreak.

In 1988, the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the three 1988s on the banner, on the words he quickly wrote, and on Ning Ning's dying face.

Accompanied by the light of dawn, it was the cry of a child.

Wen Yu ran downstairs quickly and came to her side, crying so much that her facial features were wrinkled together, opened her mouth, and shouted in a jerky or choked voice, "Aunt Xiaoning."

Because the thin man landed first, Ning Ning barely had a breath left, she turned her head slowly: "Your voice is so nice."

Just like the first time she heard it in the movie theater of her life, the choir is as beautiful and pure as the doves flapping their wings in the church.

"I'm sorry..." He stretched out his little hand, stroked her blood-stained cheek, and choked up, "If it wasn't for me..."

"...Before I met you, I was a ghost." Ningning smiled at him, "With you, I came to life, so I..."