Cheng Bing in front of him had tears in his eyes, but in Zhou Zekai's eyes, he was the most beautiful existence. He swiped Cheng Bing's index finger with the tip of his tongue, as if responding, and then took Cheng Bing's index finger out of his mouth. , put the bleeding finger in front of Cheng Bing.
"Cheng Bing, you see this wound. If you take medicine after bleeding, it will heal soon. If you don't use medicine, it will heal after a while."
Then he looked at the broken goblet on the ground with a bit of sarcasm. Under the light, the glass fragments shone with flickering colors.
"But what about this glass? From the moment you broke it, it can no longer be put together again. When it was intact, it was smooth and comfortable in our hands, but now, when it is broken, it can only be To hurt everyone who touches it, whoever breaks it, you say, is it to blame? Or is it you?"
At this moment, the corners of Zhou Zekai's mouth curled up slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He knew that he had already been affected by this body, but he still couldn't let it go. After the injury, even if it hurts other people, he is also looking forward to the coming of the final judgment.
For people like them, it is not the law or other people who give them the final judgment, but the person in front of them, the person in front of them, who makes them long for and fear.
Cheng Bing was also stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Zekai to say such words. His eyes were fixed on the broken glass on the ground, and then he looked at Zhou Zekai's appearance. Suddenly he was speechless and could only murmur: .
"Then you shouldn't hurt other people... If you are hurt by others, do you want to hurt others in turn?"
Having seen too many such things, every time Cheng Bing heard these so-called stories, she would sympathize with those perverts, but if she sympathized with those prisoners, who could sympathize with those who were killed
She knew that she couldn't resist the exposure of all these dark sides, but she also wanted to maintain the light in her heart. No matter how pitiful these perverts are, they have already hurt more people...
Hearing Cheng Bing's murmur, Zhou Zekai smiled, and stretched out his hand to stroke Cheng Bing's head.
"Those things that really hurt ordinary people, we people absolutely disdain to do these things. What we hurt are those who are the same as those who hurt us. It is precisely because of this that we need you Be present, let us know, when we can't help ourselves to close, with your help, win a new life."
Those who kill ordinary people are murderers. There is a big difference between a murderer and a pervert. These people kill and torture a person in an orderly and even planned way, just for the sake of that person making the same mistake. The price, when they can't control their inner desire to kill, it's time for them to need a spectator.
After finding a reason for Cheng Bing, Zhou Zekai tried hard to make Cheng Bing understand that everything she did now would change something.
Cheng Bing stared blankly at Zhou Zekai, but was unmoved.
"Those people were judged by the police. It is wrong for you to do so. Even if they are bad people, you cannot override life."
Here is Cheng Bing's insistence that any life has its own value, if anyone can reap life wantonly, how can such a society be beautiful
Hearing this, Zhou Zekai's smile disappeared instantly, and then a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared quickly.
"Above life? Cheng Bing, we never wanted to be above life, it's just that we can't control our behavior, just like now..."
Zhou Zekai said with a blank face, but suddenly stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the glass shards on the ground. The blood flowed out quickly along the palm of his hand.
"I'm also injured because of the broken glass now. Is it because of the glass? It's broken and it's dangerous. I can't control whether I will hurt other people, but some people just don't have eyes. He insists on touching it." Come up to seek death, Cheng Bing, you say... this glass hurts others, is it willing? Every time it uses its broken edges to prick other people's hands full of blood, does it want the blood to stay on it? Would it be more painful to compare someone else's injury once?"
The blood kept flowing out, making Cheng Bing startled suddenly by Zhou Zekai's madness. He had no intention of tangling with the glass that Zhou Zekai said, so he quickly reached out his hand to break Zhou Zekai's hand, but a girl How could he break the hand of a big man? The final result could only be that the blood on Zhou Zekai's hand stained his own.
Seeing the anxious look of the girl, Zhou Zekai's anxiety suddenly calmed down, his voice was low and elegant.
"Cheng Bing, if one day, I am as uncontrollable as this glass, I hope you can be my observer and accompany me to the last stage, you say... okay?"
At this time, this person still said such words in such a gentle and bewitching voice, as long as Cheng Bing thought of that Snow White who fell asleep in front of him, he would almost instantly reflect on it, looking at Zhou Zekai, it was like an abyss His eyes, and his frightened face reflected in them.
"No... not good... I, I won't be your observer!"
After finishing speaking, Zhou Zekai was pushed away, and then he stood up and looked at Zhou Zekai who was sitting on the ground with a somewhat crazy expression.
"You should give up your heart! There will never be that day!"
As long as he thought that this man would die in front of her one day, Cheng Bing would feel unspeakable panic. After saying this, he quickly ran towards his room to find something to stop the bleeding.
Watching the little girl go to his room, Zhou Zekai showed a wanton smile, raised his right hand, and after spreading it out, he saw the blood-stained glass that was especially beautiful, and then he picked it up. One of them was pulled out, and the pain in the palm of his hand came instantly, but Zhou Zekai didn't respond, with a smile on his face, he pulled out these glass pieces from his hand one by one, and threw them aside.
Cheng Bing came out quickly, holding a medical kit, and wanted to treat Zhou Zekai's wound when he came, but was stopped.
"No, I have something to go out today, and I will handle it myself."
Standing up from the ground, Zhou Zekai's hands were still bleeding, but his whole person looked calm and calm. After taking a look at Cheng Bing, only Cheng Bing was left behind, and Cheng Bing, who was kneeling on the ground, could only Being able to watch him gradually disappear from sight, lowering his head slightly, what he saw was his own hands stained with Zhou Zekai's blood, and the broken glass that Zhou Zekai pulled out from his palm, tears poured down in an instant.
Zhou Zekai, who had left home, got into the car directly, ignoring the wound on his hand. The car drove all the way to the suburban area, surrounded by desolate bushes, and the expression on Zhou Zekai's face became even more indifferent, as if he was in the suburbs. The person in front of Bing was just a disguise.
Finally arrived in front of a cabin, Zhou Zekai stopped the car, got out, walked to the cabin with the bread and water he had prepared earlier, took out the key, opened the door, and walked in, as if walking into another Abyss in general.
After entering this wooden house, turn on the light, the layout inside is extraordinarily warm. Zhou Zekai first inspected it, and after making sure that everything here is in order, and no one has been there, he found it behind the bookcase. Flick a switch, pull it down.
I saw an empty cellar staircase beyond the closet in the room. Holding bread and water, Zhou Zekai raised the corners of his mouth and walked down, even a little bit happy, humming a piano tune.
When the people in the cellar heard Zhou Zekai humming the tune, they suddenly struggled crazily, and the iron chains that bound him made a rattling sound, which sounded so pleasant to Zhou Zekai's ears.
After walking down and turning on the light, the true face of the cellar was revealed.
On the left side of the cellar is a cross with a chained man on it. Not only are his limbs tightly bound with iron chains, but he is also wearing a unique iron hat on his head. A pair of eyes were exposed, and after seeing Zhou Zekai appearing, the madness in those eyes instantly turned into fear, and he, who was frantically struggling on the cross, moved even more violently.
On the right side of the cellar is an operating bed and various equipment on the wall. Zhou Zekai ignored the man who was already crazy on the cross, but found medical equipment, and slowly treated the wound for himself. The sound of iron chains like a symphony, only hearing such a sound can make his heart seem to regain strength.
Soon, Zhou Zekai's wound had been bandaged, and his movements were very skillful. After bandaging himself, he stretched out his other hand to crush the bread, and walked towards the man on the cross.
"I didn't come to see you yesterday, did you miss me? It really makes me happy to see you miss me."
While talking, Zhou Zekai opened the small mouth of the iron hat on the other side's head, and sprinkled breadcrumbs from the top of the man's head. Soon, the breadcrumbs filled all the space of the iron hat, and the man could only breathe. He started eating crazily, he wanted to commit suicide without eating, but Zhou Zekai never gave him this chance, his tongue had already been pulled out, and it was even more impossible to kill himself by biting his tongue.
Seeing the man eating like crazy, Zhou Zekai smiled, and patted him on the shoulder cheerfully.
"That's good~ I promised your son that I will take good care of you~"