When he found Feng Zhengxuan, he was squatting on the side of the road, holding his body, trembling, like an abandoned puppy, very pitiful.

Those who passed by looked at him with strange eyes.

Father Feng walked over quickly, trying to pull him up, but as soon as his hand touched his skin, he was startled by the cold touch.

"Xiao Xuan, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by Feng Zhengxuan, his hands were cold and wet, and he was still shaking.

I saw him raise his head, his face was panicked and scared, his lips were white, "Dad, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, what to do, I don't want to die, I'm still so young, I'm afraid, I'm so afraid." ”

He grabbed very hard, as if Father Feng in front of him was his only life-saving straw.

Father Feng's hand was a little painful, he pursed his lips, ignored the strange gazes of the people around him, and pulled Feng Zhengxuan up from the ground.

"Xiao Xuan, it's okay, my dad is here, let's go home and talk slowly."

As he spoke, he drove Feng Zhengxuan in the direction of the car.

Feng Zhengxuan was trembling all the time, and his walking posture was also very stiff, almost being dragged to the car by Feng's father.

Perhaps feeling the power in Feng's father's hand and the sense of security it brings, Feng Zhengxuan slowly calmed down, although his face was still not good, but he was no longer trembling.

When he got home, Father Feng poured him a cup of hot water, Feng Zhengxuan held the cup with both hands, drank a few sips, then lowered his head and was silent.

Father Feng didn't urge him, just looked at him quietly.

After a while, Feng Zhengxuan raised his head, "Dad, I saw Zhao Qingyuan." ”

Father Feng was stunned, obviously not remembering who this person was for a while.

Feng Zhengxuan pursed his lips and said slowly, "Eight years ago, he died. ”

He was hacked to death by his own hands.

Father Feng's eyes widened suddenly, unable to believe it, "Yes...... He? ”

But, how could it be.

"Are you mistaken?"

After all, there are many people who look alike in this world, that Zhao Qingyuan, to be honest, he really doesn't have any impression now.

The first time they met, Zhao Qingyuan was lying on the bed in the dissecting room, his skin was pale and black, and his body was fragmented, split in two from his neck. His face was covered with knife wounds, the white flesh was turned out, and in some places the bones were visible, and he couldn't see his original appearance at all, and he was unrecognizable.

Of course, he didn't see much of it.

He only frowned and glanced at it, and then covered it with a white cloth. That night, Zhao Qingyuan was cremated.

He doesn't care what happens to other people, as long as his son is okay.

Feng Zhengxuan shook his head vigorously, "I have lived in the same dormitory with him for almost four years, I will not admit my mistake." ”

What's more, how could someone who was an eyesore who was solved by himself admit his mistake.

"Dad, what should I do, he must have come back to me for revenge, and Yu Jiale." His eyes widened suddenly, his face full of horror and fear, "Dad, I'm going to die." ”

Outside the window, Siru nodded, well, it's not wrong, it's going to die.

Turning his head to look at the boy in the plaid shirt next to him, "How do you want him to die?" ”

Zhao Qingyuan smiled slightly, with a kind of youthful heartiness on campus, "Guess." ”

Siru: ......

Well, it doesn't matter, you're happy.

"You're so good-looking, that looks so scary."

Zhao Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched his face, but the glass in front of him was nothing.

Pursing his lips, "He killed you, why don't you take revenge?" ”

is so powerful, the matter of blood debt and blood repayment in minutes, still need to release him?

Why?

Siru lowered her head and smiled, probably because she was afraid that her methods would be too bloody and scare Yu Jiale.

After all, even the way she designed for Zhang Mei's death was severely rejected, heh, I just want to hear an apology and a regret.

How can it be.

People are like this, they are used to being kind even when they die.

is like Zhang Mei Feng Zhengxuan, who has an evil nature, even if he hurts others, he will not feel a little guilty, but still feel right.

It's dead.

It doesn't matter, anyway, there are too many people in this world, who cares if they die.

Oh, to achieve common prosperity.

Siru didn't know what Yu Jiale thought, this was different from the clients she had met before.

It seems that all the hatred has faded as the mission progresses.

Siru actually wanted to ask Yu Jiale, are you like this, have you ever thought about your mother?

But, forget it.

Even if she takes revenge, Yu's mother, who lost her only daughter, can only spend the rest of her life in pain.

"I'm sure you won't let me down."

Siru said.

She didn't expect that this Feng Zhengxuan had a criminal record. But as long as there is one murder, it will be easy to do it later, at least there will be no psychological burden.

Look, hasn't Feng Zhengxuan been doing well for so many years.

Zhao Qingyuan curled his lips and looked at Feng Zhengxuan, who was crying in the room, "You say this, I can't wait." ”

It's all the same person, who knows if it's a beast's heart in the chest.

He sneered, "Oh, listen, what did they say, they actually wanted to go to my grave to ask for forgiveness, so that I could not kill him?" He also said that in the future, he would burn paper for me to worship during the New Year's holidays, and I ......"

"I'm dead, can I forgive the man who killed me? Why do I have such a big heart? ”

Zhao Qingyuan laughed so much that tears were about to flow out. But alas, ghosts have no tears.

Worship? Burning paper?

But what's the use, Feng Zhengxuan, that's to cut off the roots of his Zhao family.

That's why I hate it so much.

If he had known, he wouldn't have gone back to the dormitory that day, but now, it's useless to say anything.

Siru looked at him lightly, and when he finished venting, he said slowly, "When are you going to do it?" ”

Zhao Qingyuan sneered, his eyes full of gloom, "Didn't they want to ask for my forgiveness?" But I don't need to. ”

He smiled wryly, "Unless, in exchange for their lives." ”

Siru nodded, well, that's right, this is the right way to open revenge.

It's really bad to give up or something in the middle of revenge.

But the one who has the light of the soul is the boss and has the final say. But although she doesn't take revenge, it's always okay to watch the play.

As the saying goes, the dead are great, and it is normal for Feng Zhengxuan to want to get Zhao Qingyuan's forgiveness to avoid bad luck.

People are afraid of death, and in the face of death, all principles must be left behind.

But he forgot.

After Zhao Qingyuan was cremated, there were no ashes left at all.

There is no family, no money, heh, who will come out of the urn, and the cemetery.

The world is so realistic.

Siru sighed, what is it, isn't it good to wait quietly for death.

Zhao Qingyuan has no ashes, and the so-called kowtow apology is not interesting.

Feng Zhengxuan was desperate and waited for death every day, but he didn't know that even more desperate things were still to come.

One day, he noticed that his heartbeat was gradually disappearing.