The 525th chapter of the Unredeemed Crimes of the Deceitful News Agency. The storm that shrouded the Shanghai market lasted for five days. The outside world became a mess, and the entire city was severely affected by the sudden drop of rain. The chaos of the scope, urban traffic and residents' travel have caused great difficulties.
Whether such a violent rainstorm came from the newspaper office, no one can tell, it may be a coincidence, or it may be for the purpose of shaping the atmosphere of this mission, but after all, this heavy rain split the world into two parts.
Except for the people in the deep apartment, no one knows what kind of heinous crime is hidden behind the scenes of the rainstorm.
The figure who was supposed to be in the "1315" room was now in the "1415" room. The thirteenth floor was swallowed, causing him to return to the room where he had stayed for a day.
At this time, this ordinary-looking man fell into unprecedented panic and hesitation. He hesitated and waited bitterly.
Xu Lang said that he was going to have a showdown with him when he was parting. Now that everything can no longer be covered, the man is holding a half scarlet rattle in his hand, and is constantly pacing in the dim room.
His name is Rong Chuan. He is 23 years old this year. He is very young. He is a Taekwondo coach. He can be regarded as a teacher, but his income is higher than that of ordinary teachers.
It can be said to be able to do this job at such an age that he has surpassed many people of the same age. He also enjoys his life very much. A smooth life makes him positive, kind, and generous.
Rong Chuan is a good person, no matter who it is, it is the same.
All changes depended on the supper that night. After class, Huang Hui insisted on pestering him to take a few students to the roadside stand, and the nightmare that he could not wake up also started from that time, shattering his past life. .
Rong Chuan is a smart man. With his skill, mind and good psychological qualities, he resisted the Peach Blossom Spring Festival, and finally entered a daydream.
When the heavy rain poured down on his body, he watched the fifteen-year-old boy disappear from his sight through the broken glass door, the lightning in the sky, the roar of John and Lou Yun beside him, that Half a vermilion rattle...
In the rainstorm, Rong Chuan began to think about the truth and falsity of life, the truth and falsity of human nature for the first time.
Perhaps there was the inducement of rattles, or the persuasion of John and Lou Yun. Rong Chuan believed in the false side and believed that this was true, even if the price of all this was to abandon the bottom line and principles of the previous two decades of life!
Does Song Zhuoming's life and death have anything to do with him...
It doesn't matter...
Is Rongchuan guilty...
Have…
He gave up the young man. He watched the young man walk toward the deep apartment full of death, the palm of his extended hand, as long as he extended an inch, he could pull the young man from his dead end!
But he didn't. He was worried that he would be dragged down. He was worried that he would be dragged into the task ahead of time. He was even more afraid...This half of the rattle could not be obtained for him!
As at this moment, he is still unwilling to give up!
Human nature is very selfish, no one will resent anyone because of this, not to mention the death of all those who know what happened in the beginning!
Only Rong Chuan survived and he survived, but this was not due to the rattle he had taken from his deliberate deliberation. It was his luck that was better than Lou Yun, Han Bolin, John, Wu Cheng, and Baimei!
But this last touch... will be taken away.
The lightning in the sky pierced through the continuous black clouds, and also pierced the window, and even the face of Rongchuan standing in front of the window was divided into two!
A teardrop slid gently from his illuminated face, Rong Chuan was crying but he didn't even know, who was this tear for...
No one knows whether the first student he died, the last student to die, the "friend" who fought side by side, or for himself, no one knows, even he himself.
The palm of Rong Chuan holding the rattle was faintly trembling. Perhaps the person who should have died last night was him, but those were not important, because he was going to die soon.
The silver skirt evil spirit let him go yesterday, and will never let it go today.
Rong Chuan was waiting, he was waiting for the arrival of the silver skirt evil spirit, and also waiting for the arrival of Xu Lang, but whether it was either of them, it represented that he had reached the last time.
When the door was blasted open by the raging wind, Rong Chuan had made preparations early. He almost had his strength ready to flee the moment the door opened!
He still holds the rattle in his hand. He knows that his life and death are no longer important, so maybe he can atone for his sins at the last moment, a little bit of sin, or...
"what!"
A cry full of resentment, hatred and sternness came out from his throat just rushing out the door, but he didn't have much strength anymore!
Rong Chuan knew that behind him, beside him, or in front of him, stood a silver skirt evil spirit that was invisible to the naked eye, the stunningly beautiful woman who was astonished as a heavenly person, but he didn't care about it. His last trace of strength was used on the right hand holding the rattle, and on the legs running towards the corridor on the left!
It seems that this time the silver skirt evil spirit did not manipulate his body to make him commit suicide cruelly, but his continuously climbing figure could feel the horror to the extreme tremor!
The evil spirit is chasing him, just like an elephant is walking with heavy legs and chasing an ant. Its one step is equivalent to Rong Chuan's two steps, five steps, or ten steps!
Escape is inevitable after all, but it is the only choice.
Rong Chuan didn't expect to survive, he just wanted to pass on the last clue he knew.
Maybe that ridiculous excuse: atonement.
Or to show the courage of human beings under the irresistible and terrible power, Rong Chuan decided at the last moment to struggle like an ant trying to escape like a crushed leg!
These short dozens of steps and only five floors of deep apartments left to him, but it seemed to him like a long road that could never lead to the apex. He stumbled, rubbing his hands and feet together.
Rong Chuan's slightly longer hair was all messy, and with his movements wantonly tossing, he flees like a mad dog at the moment, aimless, but so persistent.
Sweat dripped into his eyes, sour and astringent. He didn't know where Xu Lang was, let alone where the other executors were. He instinctively climbed up like this, hoping to find someone familiar with him, and give him the rattle in his hand. .
I told him personally that the remaining half of the rattle was in 2004!
But this has almost become a difficult problem, because he has just escaped to the sixteenth floor, and everything is about to end.
The silver skirt evil spirit is beautiful in appearance and beautiful, but it is also an evil spirit. When it is fed up with this cat-and-mouse farce, things are doomed.
Rong Chuan’s struggle was a joke in its eyes, just like at this moment, his limbs suddenly appeared paralyzed, but the strength of running did not decrease, as he was about to climb the sixteenth step. , He was suddenly frustrated, and his whole body vented his strength from the steps.
In this way, his limbs stiffly rolled from the sixteenth-floor platform that was about to arrive. Rong Chuan did not die and did not lose his perception. His vision began to become messy, and his body was smashed against the hard rock. No part of the stairs was innocent, and all suffered heavy losses.
When his head hit the wall of the corridor on the fifteenth floor, his falling body was finally able to stop. The whole person sat on the ground with his back against the wall, and the bones on his neck could no longer support his head. Make it hang weakly on the chest.
That face that was originally skeletal is now covered with bloodstains and scratches, nosebleeds mixed with salivary from the mouth, dripping down along the chin in a continuous line...
Rong Chuan was embarrassed to the extreme, but his drooping face was with unprecedented indifference. The blood in his eye sockets was congested and it was flowing downward. This was the blood that was thrown into his eye sockets when he just rolled down the stairs.
His eyes were sore, sore, and painful, but he didn't even blink, and he didn't even move. This might represent a person's courage and unconvinced emotions that broke out in a dying state.
Similarly, even in the difficult situation just now, he still didn't let go.
Half of the rattle was intact, as if falling could not have any effect on it. There were no scratches on it, and it was still firmly held by Rong Chuan in his palm.
The evil spirit still appeared, still in that beautiful appearance, a face that would be admired by anyone in the world when he saw it.
The moment Rong Chuan saw the figure appear, a strange sound of cooing came from his throat, and then a pile of vomit came out of his mouth.
"saliva!"
The disgusting thing slightly prevented the silver skirt evil spirit from approaching in front of him. Rong Chuan hung his head and couldn't see its appearance. He could only see a pair of feet, stepping on pretty white low-heeled shoes, and the sound was very pleasant in the silent corridor.
Rong Chuan's lips still had a transparent salivary fluid. When he saw that his feet were only one step away from him, the corners of his mouth rose slightly at this moment.
He seemed to be laughing, but he didn't quite fit the emotions that should be expressed here and now. A smile of relief, but he failed to complete his journey of "atonement"...
A smile that no one can understand has also become the last trace of Rong Chuan's life. He has a rattle in his right hand, not moving or being manipulated by evil spirits.
The act of tearing his throat was using his left hand, flesh and blood flying, silently cruel, the silver skirt evil spirit just looked at the death of the man in front of him, there was no emotion on his face, and he did not look at the half rattle again. I can't take any interest in this man's death.
It seems that it is a bystander or a witness, not the executioner who caused Rong Chuan's death. Only beauty can be related to it, and sin does not come from its hands.
The last traces of Rong Chuan's life have disappeared, but the traces of his death have just begun...
With his right leg upside down by one hand, he slowly dragged down the corridor on the fifteenth floor, leaving a series of trailing traces of blood, and his necrotic head kept knocking on the stairs leading down. , Made a weird sound of "dongdongdong".
It's like the weird sound from the deep corridor on the first floor that Rong Chuan heard five days ago when he was alive...
After Rong Chuan lost everything, he was still carrying the posthumous corpse and the rattle, which was held tightly, and was taken away from the fifteenth floor with his corpse. (End of this chapter)