I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 298 There is no perfect ending
After eliminating the last shadow, the boulder on Wang Yuchuan's heart finally fell to the ground.

It seemed that his previous speculation was wrong, and killing these two shadows would not help him escape from this dream.

Could it be that he had to have a perfect ending to leave here?

Wang Yuchuan rubbed his face, it was sticky, and the smell of blood made him dizzy.

Let's take a shower first.

He wiped his face carelessly with his hands, walked straight into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and slowly walked into the dense water line.

The bathroom was steaming, and the blood pooled under his feet and flowed down the slope into the drain.

As if looking for someone to rely on, he raised his hand to lean on the wall, with a pensive look on his face.

What is the perfect ending?
The woman was not raped, and Lulu slept until dawn.

This is also what Hu Tianming wanted.

Wang Yuchuan opened his eyes, raised his hand to lift his wet hair, and then wiped his face again, the round water droplets slid down his tight chest muscles, with a click, causing circles of ripples on the water.

It was at this moment that his eyes became sharper.

Just now, he asked himself a question: Why does Hu Tianming keep having this dream repeatedly?
Feeling guilty for not being able to save the mother and daughter?
- All misfortunes in the world are caused by the lack of ability of the parties involved.

Wang Yuchuan's eyes became deep.

— This is the Avici Hell he built to punish himself...

In Wang Yuchuan's mind, what Old Jintou said involuntarily came to mind.

That's right, the old Jintou had already given him a hint.

If you want to disintegrate this dream, you must let Hu Tianming feel relieved, and here comes another question, how can you make him feel relieved?There is only one answer, and that is to have a perfect ending.

Wang Yuchuan laughed, and rushed out of the bathroom impatiently.

But soon, the smile on his face froze.

Holding a knife in his hand, Hu Tianming sat beside the black figure in a daze. The fog that shrouded the black figure dissipated, and his true face was finally exposed in front of everyone.

Wang Yuchuan held his breath subconsciously, his eyes moved down slowly, and when he saw the black shadow's appearance clearly, Wang Yuchuan couldn't help feeling a chill down his spine.

He was very familiar with that face, it was also Hu Tianming, the old Hu Tianming.

When he was young, Hu Tianming risked his life to save A Ling's mother and daughter, but who would have thought that the perpetrator was himself!

Even people who have no reasoning ability can still reconstruct the truth of that night based on these clues: on a certain day of a certain year, Hu Tianming came to A Ling's house drunk, and it was most likely that he helped A Ling find this house. Yes, only this can explain why he has the key to A Ling's house in his hand.

That night, he had a dispute with A Ling.

Taking advantage of the alcohol, he raped A Ling.

All this was captured by a video camera by a third party who followed, and then that third party shot and killed A Ling's mother and daughter.

Wang Yuchuan suddenly remembered the glass jar with a hand soaked in the attic. Could it be A Ling's hand?
At this moment, Wang Yuchuan just wanted to understand the motive behind his behavior, and also, did Hu Tianming collect other parts of A Ling's body?

Eternal possession?
Wang Yuchuan looked at Hu Tianming, and in an instant, a word illuminated his bewildered brain like a thunderbolt: rebirth.

Destroy her first, then rebuild her.

The reborn A Ling is his only A Ling.

At this moment, Wang Yuchuan realized a more serious problem: if Hu Tianming hadn't realized that the perpetrator was himself, then the reasoning he made just now might still be valid.

But now, the premise that Hu Tianming wants to complete self-salvation by saving A Ling's mother and son is gone, and Wang Yuchuan has no way to predict how this dream will develop next.

Variable, infinitely variable.

Wang Yuchuan couldn't help but not be nervous, he stared at Hu Tianming firmly, his brain was running fast, what should we do?Kill him now to start the next cycle?

At this time, Hu Tianming was facing away from him, looking at A Ling blankly.

Wang Yuchuan lowered his hand and conjured a pistol out of thin air.

Hu Tianming walked towards A Ling tremblingly, but A Ling didn't respond at all. He sat down beside the sofa, raised his bloody hand, and gently placed it on A Ling's cheek.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say a million words, but he tried hard for a long time, but he still couldn't say a word.

His lips trembled, two lines of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, washing away the mottled blood on his face.

After a long time, he buried his face on A Ling's naked body and wept loudly, in extreme grief and pain, like a lone wolf on the verge of death.

Wang Yuchuan slowly raised the gun, aiming at his back, rubbing his finger on the trigger.

His hands were shaking, and his heart was struggling.

At this moment, there was a crunching sound next to his ear, and Wang Yuchuan subconsciously followed the prestige.

I saw Lulu walking out with a poker face holding a watermelon knife.

Lulu walked behind Hu Tianming, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and raised it high.

Wang Yuchuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurried forward.

It was too late, too late, Lulu stabbed hard at his neck, and a stream of blood gushed out.

Wang Yuchuan's mind went blank for a moment.

Hu Tianming smiled, relieved, relaxed.

He lay down on A Ling's heart, closed his eyes, and listened to A Ling's heartbeat carefully and earnestly.This was the closest he was to A Ling's heart, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face at the end.

"Nine times out of ten, idiots complain about women. Why do you bother?" Lao Jintou stood side by side with Wang Yuchuan, with his hands behind his back.

Wang Yuchuan lowered his hands weakly. He has been highly nervous all the time, but now that he is relaxed, he feels extremely tired.

He licked his lips, and he still smelled fishy.

"Should it be over?" Wang Yuchuan said listlessly.

"Do you know why Hu Tianming subconsciously arranged for that little girl to kill him?" Old Jintou asked again.

"Why?" Wang Yuchuan was too lazy to use his brain now.

"You'll find out later."

As he expected, Lao Jintou pretended to be mysterious, and Wang Yuchuan was used to it.

"Isn't there a layer of dreams below?"

"Anyway, it's the last floor, just keep going." Old Jintou suddenly changed his voice when he said this: "By the way, let me ask you a question. Suppose you and a girl who likes you are trapped in a cave at the same time. Here, the food is only enough for one person, will you choose to sacrifice yourself, or choose..."

"I don't want to answer such a boring question." Wang Yuchuan interrupted him roughly.

Although he made his attitude so clear, Lao Jintou still refused to give up and insisted on Wang Yuchuan giving an answer.

(End of this chapter)