Apocalyptic Forecast

There was only the sound of rain roaring on the silent viaduct.

The endless rainstorm seems to strip this place from the world, isolating everything and engulfing the whole world.

"So you look like this."

Huaishila opened the door, staring at the old man in the car, skipping the pistol pointing at her face, solemnly looking at it-the mottled white hair was meticulous, the expression was majestic, the suit was stern, and it looked dignified just from the podium Walk down the same.

"Really ... with a decent face."

Huai Shi pulled away the slightly shaking pistol, and sat wet in the car, sitting opposite Qi Wen, the rain and blood on the clothes left a dirt on the leather sofa.

It ’s nice to be rich.

Looking around the exquisite decoration in the spacious car, he looked down at the soft carpet under his feet and the black footprints left by him. His mouth clicked, and he looked up and asked, "Is there smoke?"

Qi Wen didn't speak, and the green muscle burst from the back of the hand holding the gun.

So hard.

But there was no courage to pull the trigger. For a long time, he fell helplessly on his knees.

Huai Shi finally found several cigars sealed in copper tubes from the dark compartments of the handrails. He looked unreasonably advanced and smelled of money.

"Thank you."

After politely thanking, Huai Shi took out the knife and pried off the copper pipe, learning to cut the head and buttocks of the cigar like in the movie, but it seemed that the cut was a bit big, and the whole cigar would be scattered, scaring him Hurry up.

After all, a lot of money will be wasted.

After thinking for a while, he took two more and brought it back to Lao Liu for a try.

In silence, Qi Wen quietly watched the sour look he was rummaging in the carriage, and finally made a hoarse voice.

"Hello?"

"died."

Huaixi touched his pocket and turned over the lighter, telling him at random: "You look back, there is the pier, the one that fell on the ground is."

Qi Wen froze.

Lips opened stiffly, but he didn't speak. At the end, he leaned weakly on the chair and dropped his mottled white hair.

It seemed to collapse in an instant.

Finally a trace of tired oldness appeared in his anger.

Huai Shi finally found a lighter.

Grabbing in the wet hand, squirting flames and igniting the tail of the cigar, he took a deep breath, and then immediately choked violently.

Inhaled into the lungs.

Soon, the cigar was thrown out of the window by his disgust. It was so troublesome to smoke, it was definitely not a good thing. These rich people must have burned more money.

"Sorry, wait a minute."

He finally remembered it, waved his hand, and turned over his pocket again: "Antidote, antidote, where is the antidote ... Ah, here it is."

A small bottle was found in the inner bag, which was filled with colorless viscous liquid, which looked like glue.

The crow and he promised to be effective, but they always felt that there was something wrong.

Huaishi smelled it suspiciously, but didn't smell anything strange. He looked up and drank it, and immediately felt a deep bitter taste explode from his mouth, extending all the way down, stimulating the throat and esophagus Finally tumbling in the stomach.

Like a big hand that keeps pulling.

All the poisonous mist was captured and pulled into a ball. Then, Huai Shi's complexion suddenly changed, and he covered his mouth subconsciously. Soon, he bent down and vomited violently.

A pile of green blood clots, lunch at noon, and milk tea bought along the way.

It all spit out.

Contaminated on Qi Wen's handmade leather shoes, so unsightly.

"Tissue paper towel ..."

Huai Shi groped for tissues, pulled the box directly, wiped his face indiscriminately, and then dragged two snorts.

Finally, the paper ball was thrown out of the window and fell into the silent desolate wind and rain.

He took a breath and finally relaxed, his capillaries dyed dark green gradually recovered his original color, revealing a slightly young and calm face.

Looking at the Qi asked in front.

Look carefully.

Suddenly asked: "Have you eaten?"

"..."

Qi Wen raised his eyes and glanced like a fool, but did not speak.

"To be honest, I thought you would run."

Huai Shi grinned: "It's like a hide-and-seek game, you play people, I play ghosts, you run in the front, I chase in the back ... Besides, it's raining in the sky, look, how romantic!"

"You won, Huai Shi, congratulations, you successfully ruined my career and my life."

Opposite him, the old man looked at him with a cold face, slowly raised his gun: "You can be proud, this is the right of the winner, but don't think I will beg your pity for you."

If so, he glanced arrogantly at his last glance.

He put the pistol on his jaw.

Pull the trigger.

In the silence, only the sound of rain.

The sound of rain outside the window is mixed with the sound of rain inside the window, and no difference can be heard.

Only a hoarse scream suddenly sounded, full of pain, as if to stab Huai Shi's eardrum.

Qi Wen's hand fell to the ground, along with his pistol.

Blood spewed out from a smooth incision in the elbow, flowing along the elegant suit, and finally, like a meandering stream, merged into the soft carpet, rendering a gradually spreading dark red.

"Calm down, I don't mean to humiliate you, and I don't want to be so rude." Huai Shi corrected sincerely: "Actually, I just want to see how you laugh."

He said, reaching out, pulling Qi Wen's hair, pulling him up, looking at the twisted and gritty face, and asked softly:

"--Tell me, were you smiling when my home was destroyed?"

Qi Wen certainly did not laugh.

He glared at Huai Shi and gasped violently, spitting **** saliva at him and fell on his face. But Huaixi is still calm.

It seemed to feel calm without feeling angry.

"Speaking of it, I should say goodbye to you first." He said, "Remember you said: After the bid opening tomorrow, you can control the route of the pot, and then turn over to be the master, no longer need to be anyone's dog."

Huaixi solemnly said: "Congratulations, Mr. Qi, your dream is about to be realized."

"You **** ... you should have killed you leftover!"

Qi Wen glared at him, cursing hoarsely: "Whether it is you or your parents, it is a bunch of waste that has not succeeded! I should really bury you with them! "

"Why don't you laugh, Mr. Qi asked."

Huaishi asked doubtfully, "Isn't it a joy to realize my dream?"

Qi Wen didn't speak anymore, just stared at him deadly.

The bloodshot eyes are full of vicious eyes.

Huai Shi let go of his hand in disappointment, pulled two paper towels, and wiped the saliva on his face.

"I have always had a goal."

He pondered and said softly, "I want to live a healthy life. I want to study hard, enter college, become a musician, support my parents who are not good to me, and meet a woman who loves me and marry her. Teach our children seriously, spend my life with respect, and die peacefully in the surroundings of the family.

If there is any dream, this is probably my dream. "

With that, he shrugged and spread his hands helplessly: "Look, a cheap second-hand old piano, two family members who don't love me, an old house ... that's all I have."

"But now, I have no family."

Continuously, rain fell from his wet hair, mixed with blood, and turned into a turbid red color, endlessly rubbing, leaving a trace of winding traces on his face.

"Mr. Qi Wen—"

Huaixi said, "I lost my dream."

"--I'm so sad."

Qi Wen grinned and grinned maliciously, opening his mouth to speak, but then, a roar sounded from the car.

The smoky smoke slowly rose from Huai Shi's pistol, the bullet passed through Qi Wen's lips, and then came out of his face, nailed into the dashboard of the driver's seat.

Blood spewed.

"Please don't talk."

Huaixi raised his eyes and looked at him, and sincerely thanked: "Thank you for willing to listen to me for so long, I feel more comfortable. Now, we should finish the things that have not been done.

Qi Wen's expression twitched.

In the hands of the teenager, the barrel of the gun slowly lifted up, aimed at his face, and reflected the passage of **** in those quivering pupils.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger.

Snapped!

An embarrassing soft sound rang from the barrel of the gun, no bullets.

"Sorry, the first revenge, not very experienced, please wait for me."

Huaishi fumbled for a bullet from his pocket, and he hurriedly tried to remove the magazine, but it seemed to be stuck inside, and he couldn't pull it out even if he pressed the button.

Death seemed to be near, but he wandered not far away, quietly enjoying this rare humorous drama.

Among the fine sounds, a cello sounded, and Huai Shi's phone vibrated. If Huaixi didn't pick it up, it kept ringing, as if perseveringly, it would ring to heaven and earth.

Until Huaishi pressed the phone anxiously

"Hello? Which one?" He asked, "Hurry up, I'm busy here ..."

"I am Ai Qing." A familiar voice came from the phone.

"Huh? Is there something wrong?" Huai Shi had a phone in his shoulder, and was focused on the dead magazine. "Consider by the way. In other words, how does this gun that I equip me change for bullets? I study here. After a long time, waiting online, it's urgent. "

Ai Qing was silent for a moment and asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm at home, the sound of the rain is so loud, I'm scared and lonely, I can only hold a pistol to keep warm, ah, so I always feel gaga, but this magazine really doesn't break."

A sigh rang from the phone.

"Don't bother, the gun is equipped with a safety lock." Her voice became cold, "And, the surveillance camera told me that you are not at home, Huai Shi, you are sitting on a dying person on the Gimhae Expressway overpass. In front of him, he wanted to hit his head with a bullet. "

"Ok?"

Huai Shi froze for a moment, and unconsciously poked his head and glanced at the camera not far away: "Sorry, the signal is not very good. What do you say?"

"Listen to me, Huai Shi-if you kill him here, you will only incur disciplinary action. Neither the Astronomical Society nor the Special Service Office can allow it. Put down the gun. Believe me, one day, this matter will get a Everyone is satisfied with the result. "

"Will they kill him?" Huai Shi asked, "Is it shot or hanged? It's okay to take the electric chair, or a little more humane, drug injection?"

"..." Ai Qing said nothing.

"I'm only 17 years old, elder sister, don't say these things that I don't understand." Huai Shi grinned and sighed helplessly: "Whatever you want to say, it doesn't matter if you are punished. It doesn't matter if you are imprisoned.

But there are some things to do, you have to do it every day, right? "

In a long silence, Ai Qing asked softly, "Do I have to do this?"

"You have to do this."

The teenager raised his eyes and looked at the quirky face of Qi asked, calmly proclaiming: "He must die."

The last thing I heard was a sigh.

The phone hung up.

Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi heard a clear voice in the gun body, and the clip was drawn out smoothly and fell into his hands.

Huai Shi froze for a long time, but shook his head helplessly:

"Don't do this kind of thing that will become an accomplice?"

After a long sluggishness, he finally sighed and put down the gun unpleasantly.

"Congratulations, you're lucky **** ..."

Qi asked for a moment, ecstatic, but the smile was too late to bloom, and he saw the surprise sent by Huai Shi: "There is a new way of death that you have not played before waiting for you."

At that moment, from the right hand raised by the teenager, the pale flame slowly ignited.

In the source fire, a ray of material rose up, revealing the iron-gray texture, entangled and riveted with each other, and weaved together complicatedly to form a bundle of ropes with thick and thin fingers.

He screamed, subconsciously trying to push the door of the car, escape from here, as far away as possible, ran in the rain as hard as he could, almost fell to the ground, and moved forward with his hands and feet.

But the rope meandered like a snake and wrapped around his neck silently.

Then, suddenly tightened!

At the last moment, he heard the whisper of the boy behind him.

"So, before you die ... feel my sorrow with empathy."

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

In the co-pilot seat, Director Fu roared and yelled at the driver: "We **** is a special affair, the traffic lights of a fart! Give me speed!"

At his urging, the rushing convoy whizzed through the city and rushed to the elevated direction ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ across the distance, they heard the collapse and roar from the distance, and the loud noise of the explosion And gunshots.

"Go to **** astronomy! My mother should have killed the little bastard!"

Director Fu's eyes were glaring out.

what is this? Where is this special explosion, this is an endless report and endless review! When the calf is over, let alone promotion is not expected, the whole family is already burning high fragrance without internal notification.

Now he couldn't help but want to call Fu Yi, and ask him where she found such a fighting classmate!

Everything is late now.

He can only pray that Qi Wen ’s men will be stronger, and do n’t be killed by a sudden burst of Huai Shi, when it is all over.

Covering his heart with warmth, he hurried along the way.

By the time he finally reached the elevated, his heart was completely cold.

"Damn, why ..."

A person with eyes, can see the young man sitting on the elevated fracture, he sat quietly in the rain and wind, staring down at the distant sky and sunset glow.

A dangling rope hung beside him.

There is also an old corpse swaying constantly in the rain and wind.

As if suffering from torture, his body twisted into a strange shape and cramped to death. The mottled gray hair was soaked, covering the suffocating twisted face.

And just below the open skirt of the dress, someone wrote the epitaph for him with blood on the white shirt of the deceased:

‘I thought this world was a king and a loser ...’

With the breeze blowing, the corpse flipped its face lightly, revealing the **** confession written on the back.

--【I'm wrong】

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