The room he stayed in was a couple's suite. I don't know if it was for fun, but the bathroom door was made of frosted glass, with a few irregular pieces of broken mirrors on it. If someone was taking a shower in it, they couldn't see anything clearly, but they could also see everything clearly.
Sui Yuesheng was bathing in the room, the water was gurgling and the air was filled with mist. Through the glass door, I could vaguely see his blurry back.
Meng Zhoushan stood by the window, opened the curtains and looked downstairs. The surrounding area was close to being demolished, and there were ruins in the distance, which was so cold and quiet that it made people uncomfortable.
After turning on the heating in the room, the air conditioner hummed, but soon it stopped. It was obvious that the air conditioner had failed due to years of disrepair.
Meng Zhoushan stared at it for a while, and finally looked away. He opened the shopping bag on the table and sorted out the things he had just bought from the store. He also cut an orange with a knife and put it on a disposable plate.
Not long after, Sui Yuesheng finished taking a shower and knocked on the bathroom door: "Uncle, I'm done..."
"coming."
Meng Zhoushan wiped the folding knife clean with a tissue and put it in his pocket. He stood up and went to the bathroom, trying his best to ignore the boy's slender white legs, and picked up Sui Yuesheng from the bench.
"I just bought some clothes at the clothing store downstairs. They may be a little too big for you. Use them as pajamas first. I'll find a way to pack my luggage tomorrow."
Sui Yuesheng was covered in moisture, and his skin became icy cold when he came into contact with the cold air. He put his arms around Meng Zhoushan's neck and refused to let go: "Is the heating broken?"
Meng Zhoushan leaned over and put him on the bed: "Maybe the equipment is old. This hotel is going to be demolished soon. Let's go ask the boss later to see what's going on."
He wanted to get up after he finished speaking, but the hand on his neck did not move at all. He lowered his eyes to look at Sui Yuesheng, but saw him staring at him, his eyes were extremely clear, but his voice was low and seductive: "Uncle..."
Sui Yuesheng raised her head slightly, and suddenly kissed him clumsily on the lips. The tip of her red tongue was soft and flexible, but it could not hide its immaturity, like a cat licking food.
Meng Zhoushan was stunned, and then he subconsciously tried to break free, but Sui Yuesheng quietly deepened the kiss. It was not until both of them were a little out of breath that she finally let go of him.
Meng Zhoushan was somewhat helpless: "Moon sound..."
The boy's lips were slightly swollen and red, and the color was gorgeous. He lay down, looking directly at Meng Zhoushan, without any shyness, but only possessiveness and gloom that were no longer concealed.
Seeing Meng Zhoushan staring at him, he covered himself with the quilt and hid inside: "Uncle, I was wrong..."
Meng Zhoushan thought that it was useless to know the mistakes without correcting them. He pressed the corner of Sui Yuesheng's quilt and said in a serious tone, but without any deterrent effect: "Don't do this next time."
Sui Yuesheng nodded to show that he understood.
He had just finished his shower when Meng Zhoushan carried him to bed. He was wearing slightly loose pajamas, his dark hair was slightly damp, and his body was covered in moisture. Suddenly, he saw a black remote control on the bedside table, and subconsciously wanted to take it to have a look, but Meng Zhoushan held his hand.
"Don't press randomly."
Meng Zhoushan threw the remote control onto the coffee table, then walked to the other side and sat on the bed. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped off the mist, and placed them on the bedside table.
The two of them were very close.
Sui Yuesheng's body temperature was always cold due to his poor health. He lay on the pillow, turned sideways, and looked at Meng Zhoushan: "Uncle, why can't I press it?"
Meng Zhoushan wondered how to explain this. The remote control was probably used to control the TV. When you turned it on, there was no guarantee that something inappropriate for children would be played.
Although Sui Yuesheng was smart, he only had a vague understanding of many things due to the limitations of his living environment. Meng Zhoushan met his dark eyes and suddenly had a teasing thought: "Guess?"
Sui Yuesheng actually had no interest in the remote control. He quietly approached Meng Zhoushan and gently rested his face on the man's legs. Although the black trousers were smooth, they were not as warm as flesh and blood: "Uncle, why don't you take off your clothes before you sleep?"
Meng Zhoushan actually had no intention of sleeping. He placed his slender fingertips on Sui Yuesheng's head, stroking it from time to time, and made up an excuse: "I'm used to this bed, so I can't sleep."
He always felt that something was going to happen tonight, but he couldn't tell whether it would happen to Yan Yuezhao or to him.
Sui Yuesheng seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled: "Are you worried about the murderer?"
He held Meng Zhoushan's hand and said seriously, "Uncle, I won't let you die."
A person who has never been protected is now talking about protecting others. This is either too stupid or too heartless.
Meng Zhoushan's mind was uncontrollably moved for a moment. He lowered his eyes, slowly covered Sui Yuesheng's eyes with his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I know."
Sui Yuesheng's body temperature was cold. Meng Zhoushan reached under the quilt and touched the boy's ankle, but surprisingly, there was no temperature. He was about to withdraw his hand, but Sui Yuesheng suddenly looked up at him, her hair brushing past him like a furry little animal: "Uncle, can you touch it again?"
He said, “Your hands are warm.”
His legs couldn't be said to be sentient, but they weren't insensitive either.
Meng Zhoushan felt that this request was not too much, probably because he often helped Sui Yuesheng apply medicine, so he had already been trained. Hearing this, he lifted a corner of the quilt and pinched Sui Yuesheng's ankle upwards, not too hard or too soft, to help him massage his muscles.
The boy's ankles were so slender that the blue veins were clearly visible. Meng Zhoushan felt as if he was holding a delicate and fragile glass vessel in his hand, which would shatter immediately if he applied a little force.
Meng Zhoushan pinched his calf: "Do you feel it?"
Sui Yuesheng pursed her lips: "A little bit..."
Meng Zhoushan slowly moved up, his eyes serious: "Here?"
Sui Yuesheng still said the same thing: "A little bit... sometimes nothing..."
When Meng Zhoushan was about to touch the thigh, he was about to withdraw his hand, but Sui Yuesheng suddenly held him down, guided the hand that had been writing for many years to move up slowly, and whispered: "Uncle, the feeling here is more obvious..."
Meng Zhoushan felt that his fingertips were holding a piece of fine mutton-fat jade, white, delicate, yet softer and warmer. With a little force, it felt like milk was about to flow out from between his fingers.
Meng Zhoushan knew Sui Yuesheng did it on purpose. His expression remained unchanged, and he gently touched a certain spot with his fingertips, saying meaningfully, "If you don't feel it here anymore, it will be serious."
Sui Yuesheng was startled and shrank back like a rabbit. She looked at him in surprise, as if she had not expected Meng Zhoushan to suddenly do such a rogue act, her face flushed.
Meng Zhoushan pulled his hand away, picked up his glasses from the bedside table and put them on: "Go ask the boss what's wrong with the heating. Don't mess around. Call me if you have any questions."
He touched the folding knife in his pocket, took his coat and stood up.
Probably because of the upcoming demolition, the business nearby was extremely depressed. Meng Zhoushan once suspected that there were only two guests staying in this hotel, Sui Yuesheng and himself. He walked to the front desk and saw the boss dozing off at the computer desk. He tapped the edge of the desk with his fingers and said, "Boss, there seems to be something wrong with the heating in the room."
The boss didn't answer him. He lay quietly on the table, motionless, his body rising and falling gently with his breathing.
Meng Zhoushan frowned and tentatively reached out to push away the fisherman's hat on his head, but saw a bruise on the back of the boss' neck, and he was knocked unconscious.
He looked up at the door of the hotel sharply, and saw that a heavy chain had been added to the door handle at some point, sealing the door shut.
Meng Zhoushan sensed something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to rush to the room to check on Sui Yuesheng. At the same time, he took out his cell phone to call the police. However, before he could take two steps, he saw a man in black with a baseball cap suddenly walking slowly towards him from the end of the corridor.
It's Ouroboros!
She did not kill Yan Yuezhao, but stayed in the dark, waiting for Meng Zhoushan to be alone.
Meng Zhoushan paused when he saw this, tapped the screen of his mobile phone with his fingertips hanging by his side, and quickly sent a text message. The man in black saw this scene, but did not stop him, and said coldly: "When he gets here, you will be a corpse."
Meng Zhoushan slowly put his hand into his pocket and grasped the folding knife in it. He looked unusually calm: "Are you so sure that you can kill him?"
The man in black held a dagger in his hand, its edge exposed. She murmured, saying something that no one could understand: "Born perfect, endlessly. You will face true death, and swallow the sins, and you will gain eternal life..."
Meng Zhoushan finally understood what Sui Yuesheng meant by that description: she was a lunatic, an overly brainwashed theist.
Meng Zhoushan tried to delay time without leaving any trace: "Swallow the evil? Do you mean kill? I don't understand what you did wrong. Shouldn't you have wanted to kill that policeman?"
The man in black pressed on step by step, his eyes exposed under the brim of his hat were cold and numb, like an emotionless killing machine: "No, compared to that policeman, you are the culprit who disturbed everything. As long as you die, everything will be restored. I decided to use your life to end this last cycle."
Sui Yuesheng once said that Yan Yuezhao might be the next target of the murderer because he blocked all the plans. But if you think about it carefully, Meng Zhoushan is the biggest variable in this world. He not only changed his fate, but also changed Sui Yuesheng's fate.
The moment Meng Zhoushan was distracted, the murderer had already drawn his knife and stabbed at him quickly. This time Meng Zhoushan was well prepared, and he quickly snatched the knife from his hand, and at the same time, with a flash of cold light from his fingertips, he stabbed the murderer's palm with the folding knife.
There was a muffled sound and blood flowed out.
Meng Zhoushan's stab was not deep, but definitely not shallow. However, the opponent seemed not to be afraid of the pain, and his right hand holding the dagger still held tightly, and he kicked with the wind, trying to repeat the old trick and knock Meng Zhoushan's glasses to the ground.
Meng Zhoushan dodged it quickly, and at the same time, he stabbed the dagger with his backhand, and the tip of the knife directly knocked off the murderer's hat. The other party had a fierce look in her eyes, shoulder-length hair, and it was a woman!
"You're a woman?!"
Although Sui Yuesheng had said so long ago, Meng Zhoushan still couldn't hide his surprise when he saw it with his own eyes. Ouroboros had never been exposed, and with her slender figure and cruel killings, most people outside had mistaken her for a man. They didn't expect her to be a woman.
The murderer ignored his surprise and moved faster and faster. Meng Zhoushan was worried that Sui Yuesheng would be attracted by the fighting in the corridor, so he deliberately showed weakness and retreated to the door. He saw the other party stabbing with a knife, so he kicked the murderer in the abdomen, and when the murderer bent over in pain, he hit her back with his elbow as fast as lightning, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
Meng Zhoushan kicked the dagger away, pinned the murderer to the ground, and pulled off her mask with force, but his pupils shrank suddenly due to the shock of the scene before him.
The woman's face was covered with twisted and uneven scars, which looked like they were burned or scalded, and her true appearance could no longer be seen. Her fierce and murderous eyes made her look more terrifying than a demon.
Meng Zhoushan felt that her facial features were familiar to him. He frowned calmly and asked in a deep voice, "What is your relationship with Yue Sheng?"
The woman didn't say anything. After struggling several times in vain, she finally calmed down. Her voice was hoarse and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman: "Get up, and I'll tell you."
Meng Zhoushan couldn't keep suppressing the murderer. Hearing this, he locked her hands, pulled her up from the ground, and said coldly, "Speak."
The woman was in pain: "My hand hurts, please let go first..."
Meng Zhoushan stabbed her palm with a knife and blood was flowing out.
Meng Zhoushan was indifferent: "The stab was not deep, you can only bear the pain."
Seeing that he was not moved by her soft and hard tactics, the woman looked gloomy and suddenly struggled to hit the wall. Meng Zhoushan pulled her over, but the woman suddenly turned over and kicked, forcibly breaking free from Meng Zhoushan, then quickly retreated, took out a modified dagger from her waist and pointed it at him: "Don't move!"
Meng Zhoushan really stopped when he saw this. He slowly raised his hands. Unexpectedly, the woman had a gun on her. He said meaningfully, "It seems like I might really die in your hands today."
A faint sound of sirens was heard not far away.
The woman pointed the gun at him and said in a sinister tone, "I said I would end this cycle with your life, even if it means dying with you."
Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses and asked, "What is a cycle?"
The woman's fingertips gently touched the trigger, not minding explaining his confusion: "It will continue to devour sins and transform them into the power of eternal life. This is the cycle. But you are not a sinner, so if I kill you, I won't be able to gain any energy, and the cycle will end."
Her last words were: "I don't want to kill you, but you're standing in his way of becoming Ouroboros."
After she finished speaking, she was about to pull the trigger, but Meng Zhoushan suddenly kicked her wrist with lightning speed. The black gun flew away with a clang, and the two immediately started fighting.
When the woman fell to the ground, she vaguely touched the fallen dagger. She grasped it tightly and prepared to stab Meng Zhoushan in the shoulder, but suddenly a cold voice sounded behind her: "Put down the knife!"
Meng Zhoushan subconsciously looked up, and saw Sui Yuesheng coming. He sat quietly in a wheelchair, holding the gun he had picked up, with the black barrel pointed at the woman.
Sui Yuesheng's eyes darkened as he repeated, "Put the knife down."
When the woman saw him, her movements suddenly froze, and when their eyes met, the atmosphere froze strangely. Meng Zhoushan took advantage of her moment of distraction to knock down the dagger and subdue her to the ground again.
There were several more police cars outside the hotel. Yan Yuezhao just limped out of the car and saw the mess inside the room through the glass door. He was secretly shocked. While urging people to open the door quickly, he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn it!"
He was planning to kill the murderer, but he never expected that the murderer would actually go after Meng Zhoushan!
The glass door was locked from the inside with a thick chain that could not be opened for a while. Meng Zhoushan looked for the key in the woman's pocket and threw it directly through the crack in the door.
Although the murderer was a woman, she was unusually strong. Meng Zhoushan did not dare to relax until the police broke in. He then stepped aside, breathing rapidly and his chest heaving.
Sui Yuesheng still held the gun, his arm stiff. He looked at the arrested woman's face, wondering what he was thinking.
Meng Zhoushan stepped forward first, took the gun out of his hand with a little force, and handed it to the police. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes behind the lenses were faintly worried: "Yuesheng?"
Sui Yue was half a beat slower, and his hands slowly dropped. He looked up at Meng Zhoushan, pursed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of helplessness that was barely noticeable: "I saw that you hadn't come for so long, so I came to find you..."
Meng Zhoushan exhaled slowly, a strand of hair fell down, inevitably looking disheveled, but it did not damage his clothes. Si Yan comforted him, "The murderer has been caught, it's okay."
Yan Yuezhao waited for a while, wanting to see what was going on, but because the captain was not around, he couldn't do anything. He signaled a police officer to come forward and take him to the car, and the bureau would take a statement together.
When the woman was arrested tonight, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, during the interrogation, a new problem arose: the woman refused to say anything, her mouth was tighter than a safe, her eyes were closed and she remained motionless, like a dead person.
She looked horrible, but through her eyes, it was not hard to see that she must have been a very beautiful woman before she was disfigured. Her black hair was shoulder-length, and she was always looking down and fiddling with her fingers. There was a red scar on the base of her right hand.
The forensic department wanted to extract her fingerprints, but found that both her hands had burns of varying degrees, making it impossible to verify her identity information.
"You can't find out her identity information."
Sui Yuesheng finished taking the statement, pushed the wheelchair slowly over, and suddenly said these words to Yan Yuezhao who was standing at the door.
Yan Yuezhao subconsciously stood up straight after hearing this: "What do you mean?"
Meng Zhoushan had just said the same thing to him, which was that it was difficult for him to find out the identity of this woman. Yan Yuezhao couldn't understand why.
Sui Yuesheng didn't look at Yan Yuezhao, but stared at the ground, speaking calmly, "Because she's been dead for twelve years..."
Under the dim corridor lights of the police station, Sui Yuesheng slowly raised his hand and tapped under his right eye. He finally understood why he felt that the other person's eyes were familiar: "She has a mole here... and my deceased sister Sui Mingxi also had a mole here."
When the woman first appeared in front of him, the mask covered the mole, and Sui Yuesheng didn't notice anything. But just now when he took a quick glance at the hotel, he finally saw her face clearly, and then he discovered the clue.
The police officer took the information provided by Sui Yuesheng and hurried to the captain's office, preparing to contact doctor Sui Yuesheng and the woman in the interrogation room for DNA testing.
Meng Zhoushan was injured in the fight just now, and he went to treat the wound briefly after taking the statement. As soon as he arrived, he saw Yan Yuezhao sitting on a bench in the corridor smoking, while Sui Yuesheng sat quietly on the other side.
Meng Zhoushan vaguely guessed something. He walked to Sui Yuesheng and slowly leaned over and squatted down: "Do you know that woman?"
Sui Yuesheng subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch Meng Zhoushan's bruised face, but remembering that Yan Yuezhao was still beside him, he hesitated and said, "Not sure, but it looks like..."
Meng Zhoushan asked in a low voice: "Do you have a photo of her?"
Sui Yuesheng frowned and thought for a moment: "There is a family photo taken when she was seven years old..."
Yan Yuezhao thought that it was no wonder that he had been unable to identify the murderer after using the camera recognition technology for so long. It turned out that the murderer had been dead for more than ten years. He stood up from the bench anxiously and asked, "Do you remember where you put the photo?"
Meng Zhoushan answered directly for Sui Yuesheng: "It should be in the box where he usually keeps his personal belongings. Go get it. Yuesheng will stay at the police station. Please help take care of him."
After what happened just now, Meng Zhoushan was still worried about leaving Sui Yuesheng somewhere else. After thinking it over, he felt that there was no safer place than the police station.
Sui Yuesheng reached out and grabbed the corner of Meng Zhoushan's clothes when he heard this. Just when the latter was afraid for him, Sui Yuesheng only said one sentence: "Uncle, come earlier, I'll wait for you here."
Meng Zhoushan said nothing, rubbed his head, then turned around and hurriedly left the police station.
Yan Yuezhao scratched his head, not knowing how to get along with Sui Yuesheng. Just then, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and a female police officer walked out to take notes.
Yan Yuezhao asked, "Have you finished recording?"
The policewoman went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water. After hearing what she said, she sighed and lowered her voice to Yan Yuezhao, "I do want to record it, but she has to be willing to talk. After several hours of asking her, she didn't say anything. She only admitted that she committed the murder, and didn't say a word. I even wanted to ask a doctor to do a mental evaluation on her."
She took two sips of water to moisten her throat, and left in a hurry. As the door opened and closed, Sui Yuesheng saw the woman's face from inside. He lowered his eyebrows, and the doubts that had been hidden in his heart for a long time were finally solved:
It turned out to be her...
Is it just her...
The only relative left in the world finally showed up after many years, but in such a state, Yan Yuezhao felt that anyone would be sad for a moment. However, Sui Yuesheng just sat in the corner of the corridor, with no expression of sadness or joy.
The policewoman on duty felt pity for him because he was young and clean. She took a cup of hot water from the water dispenser and handed it to him, "Have some hot water."
Sui Yue whispered "thank you" in a low voice, without crying or looking sad.
His memory was already too vague. He was still young when the car accident happened, and he only vaguely remembered that he had a sister. They probably had a good relationship when they were young, but time is really a terrible thing, and any memory will gradually pale and fade under its polishing.
All he could think of now was the mole under his eye and the hand that stretched out to him in the dark corridor, with the Ouroboros pattern clearly visible:
You will know sooner or later that I am here to help you...
No,
No…
Sui Yuesheng shook his head slowly in his heart. He knew very well that hand would not help him, but would only pull him deeper into the abyss.
So who is helping him
Sui Yuesheng couldn't help but close his eyes. He silently clenched the cup in his hand and suddenly began to miss the warmth of Meng Zhoushan's arms.
The night was rolling, with only a few stars hanging in the sky.
Meng Zhoushan drove home quickly, but just as he parked his car downstairs, the system suddenly rang: Ding! Please note that the villain's blackening degree has dropped to 30. Please continue to work hard~
The system's diamond-shaped body now made the road a little brighter in the darkness. It happily bumped Meng Zhoushan's shoulder and said excitedly: Honey, I'm very optimistic about you, and victory is just around the corner!
The feeling of being hit by a diamond is not painful, but it is not comfortable either.
Meng Zhoushan sighed, inexplicably feeling that the system was like a child. He did not speak, and hurried home. Because Sui Mingxi was arrested, most of the police who were ambushing around had withdrawn, leaving only an empty and dangerous building with a few scattered residents.
Meng Zhoushan took the elevator upstairs, feeling that something had been overlooked. He inexplicably thought of the strange man he had shot and killed in his previous life, who seemed to be in the same group as Sui Mingxi.
But when the discovery disrupted everything, did the strange man still exist
Meng Zhoushan couldn't tell the police about his guess, just like he couldn't explain why he was reborn. Sui Mingxi had been arrested, and once the police confirmed her identity, it was only a matter of time before they investigated the details behind her.
The elevator reached the floor with a ding. Meng Zhoushan came to his senses, walked out, opened the door, and found the small box that Sui Yuesheng used to store things next to the desk.
There were some very old things in it, either toys or certificates. At the bottom was a family photo, which Meng Zhoushan took out and looked at. It was a photo of a young couple and their two children, a boy and a girl, taken in the park.
The boy had porcelain-white skin, delicate features, and looked well-behaved and quiet. It was Sui Yuesheng.
Meng Zhoushan paused, then turned his gaze to a girl standing next to Sui Yuesheng. After looking closely for a moment, he found that the girl's eyebrows and eyes were indeed somewhat similar to the disfigured woman who was arrested today. Even the mole was exactly the same.
It seems that the woman is really Sui Mingxi.
Meng Zhoushan returned the remaining things to the box one by one. When he finally closed the lid, he unexpectedly found a pink clay doll inside.
Seeing this, he paused, picked up the blue clay doll given by Sui Yuesheng on the corner of the table, compared the two for a moment, and found that there was a crooked "Xi" character carved under the feet of the pink doll, and a "Yue" character carved under the feet of the blue doll. He sighed imperceptibly.
Sui's father and mother must have loved their children very much, but unfortunately fate played tricks on them. Many years later, one of them became a murderer, and the other sat in a wheelchair and was bullied.
Meng Zhoushan took a photo of the photo with his mobile phone, then made two copies and sent them to Sui Yuesheng and Yan Yuezhao. Then he put the photo in his pocket, left home and rushed to the police station.
By two o'clock in the morning, everything was silent.
Meng Zhoushan was in a hurry, so he didn't take the elevator, but went down the stairs directly. His footsteps were clear and harsh in the silent corridor.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Meng Zhoushan walked around and suddenly heard the footsteps of another person in the corridor. He stopped without warning and heard a clear sound above his head. He subconsciously looked up.
The corridor was pitch black, and when there was no sound, the voice-activated lights lost their function. In the moonlight, a man could be vaguely seen standing quietly at the corner of the stairs. He looked down at Meng Zhoushan, like a beast that was ready to devour its prey. The corners of his mouth slowly pulled up a strange and morbid arc, and then he happily raised his hand and greeted him:
"Hi, Mr. Meng, see you again."
Meng Zhoushan's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this, and he couldn't hide his surprise: "It's you—"
The man walked towards him, step by step.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The man reached out and caught a handful of the faint blue moonlight, his expression intoxicated, like a poet about to recite the greatest poem in the world. His face was sawed in half by the moonlight, as pale as a corpse, and he whispered: "Born perfect, endless reciprocation..."
He said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft: "Swallow the sins and gain eternal life..."
As the man approached, his face gradually became clearer. It turned out to be Wu Xun, the doctor who had treated Sui Yuesheng's leg injury.
He held a modified gun in his hand, the pitch-black muzzle pointed directly at Meng Zhoushan, and said with a hint of regret: "It's really troublesome to solve your cycle. I have raised snakes for so many years, and they were caught just like that."
Meng Zhoushan tried to touch his phone without leaving any trace, but Wu Xun noticed his action and smiled: "Mr. Meng, you should throw it to me. After all, dying by a gun is not artistic enough. I don't want to kill you so quickly."
Meng Zhoushan had no choice but to throw his phone to the ground and slowly raised his hands: "Aren't you afraid of attracting the police?"
Wu Xun raised his hand to adjust his tie, his movements were neither hurried nor slow, but he looked a little proud: "Why should I be afraid? It was Sui Mingxi who killed someone, not him. The police will never guess that there is another snake hiding behind."
Meng Zhoushan: "Do you know Sui Mingxi?"
Wu Xun smiled slightly, but revealed a shocking secret: "Not only do I know her, I raised her myself."
It seems that he is very proud of this work: "Twelve years ago, I went hiking in the forest to catch snakes for research, and I happened to find her at the bottom of the mountain. But unfortunately, her brain was damaged and she couldn't remember anything at all."
Meng Zhoushan was on the verge of death, but he remained calm and asked, "What next?"
Wu Xun raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then? Then I raised her up. I gave her a lot of things, and she became a very lustful snake, but she later remembered something and said she wanted to go find her brother."
Wu Xun was not very satisfied with this matter. His expression was visibly twisted for a moment, as if he was happy, or angry, very complicated: "What a coincidence, Sui Yuesheng happens to be a patient. He is really a perfect Ouroboros candidate. All the evils are oppressing him. If he can devour those evils, it will form a perfect cycle."
A madman is indeed a madman. The most terrifying madman is the one who makes it impossible for people to tell that he is crazy.
Meng Zhoushan vaguely guessed what would happen next: "So you brainwashed Sui Mingxi and asked her to find a way to turn Sui Yuesheng into your snake? You are very smart. You used her as a test subject. She did everything, and you got away with it cleanly."
"No, no, no," Wu Xun pointed at him with the muzzle of the gun, "Who said you won't do anything? Aren't you here?"
Meng Zhoushan retreated calmly: "You did all this because you think it would give you eternal life? For a vague Ouroboros legend?"
Wu Xun chuckled: "After twenty years of studying the Ouroboros, many people don't believe in its perfection, but it doesn't matter, you don't understand it at all."
He pressed the barrel of his gun against Meng Zhoushan's temple, and said in a low, silent and dangerous tone: "I've already thought of a way to kill you. You know, Ouroboros has the ability to swallow and reproduce... I really want to know if a person can eat it."
Wu Xun's eyes flashed with excitement, and he was obviously very interested in this experiment.
Meng Zhoushan felt the coldness of the gun barrel and couldn't help but close his eyes. The answer he had been looking for for two lifetimes finally came today, but he was not happy. The two light words "answer" seemed far less important than a living life.
Meng Zhoushan didn't care about 's life before, otherwise he wouldn't have run to the crime scene day after day. He always believed that the truth was more important than life. But until this moment he suddenly realized that 's death would change many people and many things.
Whether it's Meng Qinglan, Yan Yuezhao, or...
Sui Yuesheng…
Meng Zhoushan slowly opened his eyes and suddenly said in a calm voice: "You have raised Sui Mingxi for so many years, and you have the heart to watch her spend her time in prison? When the police interrogated her, she refused to give you up even if she died."
Wu Xun narrowed his eyes silently. He had a gentle look, but the distortion in his eyes made people feel cold: "What does it have to do with..."
He pulled the corner of his mouth and said contemptuously: "It's just one snake. If you want, there will be many more."
Meng Zhoushan smiled and said, "Why do you have to kill today? The police have not yet removed this building from surveillance. If you do it today, you will be easily exposed."
"Twelve years is a long time. It's such a pity that such a good girl has become like this..."
The gun against Meng Zhoushan's forehead loosened because the person holding the gun had an unsteady hand. Wu Xun sneered, "I'm going to cut off your fingers one by one, and then feed them to you one by one—"
Meng Zhoushan turned a deaf ear to it: "Sui Mingxi should be very beautiful. Her brother is also very handsome. If she hadn't been disfigured, she would actually be a very beautiful girl..."
"You will never raise a snake like her again. There are no two people in the world who are exactly the same, no faces who are exactly the same, and no twelve years who are exactly the same..."
"After you kill her, you should really go see her for the last time. So many lives, enough for her to be sentenced to death... When people die, there is nothing left. Eternal life, reincarnation, are all fake, don't you think?"
Meng Zhoushan's words somehow angered Wu Xun. He suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen, followed by a sharp pain that spread. Blood stained his shirt red, and he couldn't help but groan.
Wu Xun pulled the knife out of Meng Zhoushan's abdomen expressionlessly: "This knife was originally used to cut your fingers, but if you say anything more, I will stab your throat in the next second."
His hand holding the gun slowly dropped and trembled slightly. He was in a trance for a moment, not knowing who he was thinking of.
Meng Zhoushan saw the right moment and kicked Wu Xun in the abdomen, snatching the gun from his hand. After all, dying by a gun is better than choking to death by swallowing a finger.
However, Wu Xun was much stronger than Sui Mingxi, and Meng Zhoushan was injured and out-strength, so he lost his strategy. He started a fight in the narrow corridor, hitting him with every move. Wu Xun was afraid that he would attract others and ruin his plan, so he pointed his gun at Meng Zhoushan's heart and pulled the trigger fiercely.
"boom!"
The bullet whizzed away, but just when it was about to hit Meng Zhoushan, it was suddenly blocked by a large diamond that was invisible to others:
Humph! How dare you kill Su!
The system was so angry. How could it have any performance? How could it evaluate without performance? With a flash of white light, it directly used its energy shield to receive the bullet, and then rushed to Wu Xun like a small cannonball, hitting him on the head.
Humph, I'll beat you to death! How dare you hit me! Let me see how Xiao Jin Gang will deal with you!
Xiao Jin Gang is the famous Three Good System of the Interstellar Academy. No one dares to attack the host under his protection. If you dare to attack the host, Xiao Jin Gang will fight you! Watch out!
No one except Su could see the system. Wu Xun only felt a sharp pain in his brain, and he couldn't even stand steadily. He barely gathered a little strength, raised his hand with difficulty, and fired a second shot at Meng Zhoushan, who was stabbed in the abdomen and couldn't dodge. However, before he could pull the trigger, his wrist suddenly felt a sharp pain, and the gun fell to the ground with a clang. Then a group of police rushed up from downstairs and surrounded him in the middle -
"Don't move!"
"lay down your weapon!"
"Wu Xun, the police have verified that you have had correspondence with the murderer Sui Mingxi. Now they suspect you of instigating murder and are involved in multiple murders. You are now being arrested in accordance with the law. Please follow me for investigation!"