The jet black cinder and red blood smudged on the face, covering the original color.
Facing each other!
"Can you calm down your emotions and communicate calmly?" Chen Chao sucked his nosebleeds, and put a self-confidently kind and loving smile on his face: "I can probably guess what you think, you think I made you miserable. Fate, but, to be honest, I really don’t have this ability. If I have this ability, I can’t write novels. I still write suspenseful novels in a broken self-built building that doesn’t even have a separate bathroom."
"I, Chen Chao is 27 years old, an older mother and a solo boy, and I have nothing to do now. If I really know that I can change a person from a novel, why should I write a suspenseful novel
"Speaking of so much, I just want to tell you that logically, I have no motive to harm you at all. In fact, I think we are both innocent victims now. We should belong to the same camp in terms of our stand. Woolen cloth?"
Suspense novelists prefer cold factual statements rather than sensational dialogue passages. The above sincere rhetoric is already a sentence organized by Chen Chao, after racking his brains and brains, it is a pity....
Xia Nannan gave you a funny expression all the time, obviously she didn't even listen to the word.
"I know you can control the sound, so, shouldn't you be blocking my voice now, you are so silly~" Chen Chao finally asked tentatively, looking at Xia Nunnan who was not able to enter the oil and salt. Said: "Or, if I let you go, you will go back to the novel by yourself. You should know how to go back!"
There were complicated emotions in Xia Nannan's eyes, but only for a brief moment, and then the corner of her mouth curled up with mocking sarcasm, "You ~ want to let me go? You... Poor-me ~ ah?!!!"
Xia Nannan seemed to be completely irritated, and the pity hidden in Chen Chao's tone made her feel nauseous, upset, irritable, and crazy, and her mood suddenly collapsed.
Chen Chao's pupils contracted, and he saw that the roots of the blood vessels on Xia Nannan's grasped arm exploded and bulged, and the palm cleft sprayed out necrotic muscle tissue, and the crutches began to pull back into the arm a little bit.
At the same time, distorted ecchymosis appeared on the surface of her skin, spreading along her arms to her white neck, and climbing onto her distorted face.
The entire facial muscles seemed to collapse due to unbearable pain. Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the skin. She grinned and coughed up and vomited blood. A meandering crutch came out from deep in her throat and rubbed the esophagus. The numb sound of the scalp was like a python crawling out of the stomach sac. The skin and flesh of the whole body were rotted by acid, but the head of the snake was locked in front of the prey.
Chen Chao has depicted countless abnormal and weird scenes, and even imagined all kinds of distorted and horrifying pictures in his mind, but there has never been any picture that is as vivid and vivid as the moment, and has a sensory impact. , So that the soul is shocked and...
A trace of silent grief!
Only death can lead to the way home, and only death can be liberated... The delusion of solving problems by mouth can only be a novelist's whimsical.
"I respect your choice!"
Chen Chao took a deep breath and pressed Xia Yannan's trembling body with both hands, his knees smashed the wooden box fiercely, his toes grabbed the bottom of the slippers and slammed into the latter's throat mercilessly, and was stabbed by the fruit knife that was tightly wrapped around the sole by the tape. Entering the throat, with an impact, he slashed and pulled a hole, and the blood spurted up and stained Chen Chao's cheeks.
The half of the "crutch" that climbed up from the throat stopped winding, like the rigid body of a dead snake.
Xia Nannan stared at Chen Chao, the focus of her sight was a little loose, her fuzzy thoughts drifted away, she touched the ripples in the depths of her memory...
In the dimly yellow evening, standing in the tin house next to the garbage dump, the little girl in the shabby jacket sat on the bench obediently, but her legs were a little asymmetrical, and she shrank and hid under the chair with embarrassment.
She wore a soaring horn braid, and her white and tender face was very clean, especially a pair of black and shiny eyes that turned like talking, looking at grandpa who was squatting aside with longing.
The old man's body was skinny and skinny, and his cotton clothes were covered with patches. At this moment, he squatted on the ground, using his chapped but unusually powerful hands, he polished the gradually forming wooden crutches in his hands a little bit with extreme patience.
The old man's face was covered with sweat beads, but the little girl's face was red with cold.
Finally, the old man polished the wooden crutch and handed it to the girl's hand like a treasure offering. There were two people, one old and one young, with clean and beautiful smiles on their faces.
That was the first time she saw her grandpa making crutches. Grandpa has no culture and feeds by picking up tatters. His hands are not dexterous enough. The wooden crutches made are crooked and crooked, but every inch of texture on the surface is smooth and won't scratch his hands.
For a while, she disliked that the walking stick was too ugly and not strong. Later, it was replaced with cold metal. Now in retrospect, the wooden crutch is not ugly at all. The crooked shape is not like grandpa bending over and supporting herself every time. How did she look when she walked? That should be her warmest gift to accompany her in her life.
"Nun and nun, if grandpa is gone one day, this cane can take the place of grandpa to hold nun and nun and continue to walk. One day, nun and nun will be able to walk as fast as other kids' children!"
"If I can walk as fast as other kids, will they play with me?"
"Well, yes, we are a kind little girl. One day, she will have friends of her own. Before that, we must be strong. If others laugh at her, just cover your ears and don’t listen. Slowly It will be fine..."
Maybe what Grandpa said is right? ! !
But, why even if I cover my ears and hear nothing, my heart still hurts so much? Since when did the smile on my face never show up again, I don’t remember~
The brilliance in the eyes gradually dissipated, whether it was resentment, resentment, nostalgia, longing, regret... everything will be gradually faded with death, until it is finally forgotten by this world!
Chen Chao lowered his head and stared at the motionless corpse, the dirt on his face gradually faded to reveal the original clean and white face, and his spiteful eyes lost their color and turned into pure and translucent gems.
Chen Chao couldn't describe his mood at the moment in words. The mixed emotions filled his chest, and his breathing was heavy. Perhaps, he really had to take some responsibility for this.
Or maybe it was just the sentimentality of the writer. The thoughts in Chen Chao's mind were also floating randomly. He remembered the epilogue at the end of "The Seven Deadly Sins":
-This world is beautiful and worth fighting for. I believe the second half! ! !
"It's really irritating, so how can the characters in the novel appear in reality? This will make the writer feel very guilty~"
Chen Chao frowned and looked at the mobile phone. From the result, this mutated mobile phone should bear 70% of the responsibility. Will he find a way to destroy this thing? Will it be too reckless to cause more terrible consequences
[Congratulations, you have completed the novice trial unit, the main mission has been activated, and the novice delay package is being delivered, please sign for it! 】
[Detected as a novice unit, recalculating...]
[30% of the added value of the score is included in the calculation, and the final score is in the statistics...】
[91 points, A grade! 】
[Unit reward settlement, get 372 points of thriller recovery score (abbreviated as thriller points), get A-level single item extraction opportunity*1, get the initial title, and get a character card! 】
About to smell a hint of malice, the mobile phone screen turned on blue light urgently, and the reward subtitles flowed past Chen Chao's retina in turn, over and over again.
At the same time, a dark card slowly emerged from Xia Nannan's corpse. The card spun and exploded in the air, quietly turning into black particles into the mobile phone screen.
Chen Chao bowed his head in astonishment, and quickly wiped off the solidified blood stains on the screen, and then saw in the corner of the phone screen, a little man hugged his knees and hid his cheeks in it, as if curled up into a shadow.
"Xia Nannan?"
Chen Chao was stunned and lost his voice.
At the entrance of the rooftop, a vague figure quietly approached the door, poking out a head from the inside and looking into the corridor, holding a half-broken wine bottle in his hand...