please shoot me down

Yes, every sip of wine is real, every day I am by your side, every heartbeat, every breath is real.

I want to take you away, I want to keep you alive.This is my selfishness, this is my self righteousness.

I know you can't forgive me, so you don't have to.But you listen to me, just listen to me again.

You kill me, kill me, time passes, you will slowly calm down.You also liked me, and my death can bring you temporary peace and tranquility.

You trust me again.

This time, I didn't lie to you either.

Octopus scolded and smashed again and again, he cried, he looked at Sha Qi's aggressive appearance, his tears kept falling with his fists.

He said I fucked your mother so badly, I fucked your mother so badly! ...

He scolded the idiot, and scolded himself too.He hated silly seven, but also hated himself.

He hated him for believing in Sha Qi, and also hated Sha Qi for betraying him, but he hated what Sha Qi said was right, hated himself, and really loved Sha Qi.

Yes, he loved, and even, he still loves.So he wanted to kill Silly Seven again and again, but he chose to give up again and again.Even now, with the pistol in his palm, he used his non-gun hand to shake his fist in vain.

He couldn't kill Sha Qi, even now, he couldn't do it.

So, Sha Qi did it for him.

Sha Qi suddenly grabbed the arm holding the gun and moved it to his chest.

He grinned suddenly, with an ugly, wicked look on his face.Like the first time he faced an octopus, like every time he got close to an octopus.

He is so shameless that he has no rules to follow, he is so ugly that octopuses do not want to approach him, and he is as arrogant as a wild animal in a cage, but he is so firm, so powerful, so straightforward, and so fearless.

This is the decisiveness that octopuses will never learn, and it is the embarrassing status quo and broken soul that octopuses dare not face directly.It is the octopus who has been afraid all his life, reminding himself not to be emotional all the time, but he has already fallen and lost his sincerity.

He said, let me help you.

Sha Qi's finger moved, pressing on the octopus' finger.

The trigger was pulled, and the gunshot exploded.

(106)

Silly Seven returned to that dream.

In the dream, there are people, shadows, guns, and yourself.He raised his arms and aimed his gun at the two figures respectively.

He didn't dream of the moment when he shot, but he saw the figure disappear, annihilated in the illusion.

Then, he lowered his arms and walked towards the figure.

As Sha Qi moved forward, the fog gradually dissipated.So he could clearly see that he was walking on the streets of Wolf Country, at the junction of autumn and winter, and in front of the cold stone wall was a case of Macaranga tannica.

The soldiers shouted and shouted, led the prisoners to the wall, and directed them to stand in a row with their heads slightly bowed.

Sha Qi rushed up, he stopped in front of the prisoner, he said he was wronged, he was really wronged.Don't shoot, wait, just wait a few days, and they will be released without charge.

Then he saw the soldiers set up their guns, take aim, move in unison, and firmly pull the trigger.

The bullet escaped and passed through the space between his eyebrows.It pierced into his own head, embedded in the head behind him.

Their plasma is mixed with the leaves of Macaranga tanneria, indistinguishable, without distinguishing between you and me.It is like a freehand painting, glaring and hideous on the stone wall.

Sha Qi was ashamed and hated, turned his head and rushed forward.The soldier disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he staggered into space.Looking down, I saw the snow-white clothes, and when I looked up, I saw myself in front of the doctor and nurse.

The doctor supported him and told him to lie down and not run around.Your head hurts, don't talk.I will speak for you, and we will explain it for you.

The nurse grabbed him and the needle went into his wrist.He was dazed and dazed by the potion.In a daze, he knew that the nurse hung up the sling bottle for him, inserted a nasal tube, and then pulled up the quilt to cover his face in the mattress that smelled of disinfectant.

Then they turned around, standing between prison guards and Sha Qi just as Sha Qi stood between prisoners and soldiers.

The guards pushed the nurse away and knocked her onto a nearby hospital bed.Then grabbed the doctor's collar and gritted his teeth to warn - if I find out that you lied about your condition, you will be responsible.

The doctor held the prison guard's wrist, and the veins on his forehead popped out.

He said, my patients, I am responsible.

Then the doctor turned around, only to see the faces of Uncle Lai and Uncle Pi.

They took the hanging bottle from the iron frame, and the hanging bottle instantly turned into fire horse wine.Uncle Pi had drunk too much, he wobbled towards Sha Qi, grabbed his shoulders, and lifted him up from the bed.

Uncle Fart said, sleep on a dick, get up and drink.

Uncle Lai said, yes, clean up, get up and punch.

Uncle Pi stuffed the wine bottle into Sha Qi's arms, forcing him to drink with his neck up.Uncle Lai laughed loudly, and stroked Sha Qi's back vigorously.Sha Qi dried up a bottle, smashed it down, and saw the huge totem dangling on them.

Sha Qi grabbed their arms and said, this thing, I want this thing.I don't want Tuzki, I don't want Rogue Rabbit, I don't want Donald Duck, just this thing-what's this thing called, give me one too.

If I am rectified, I will have courage, and if I am rectified, I will have strength.

Uncle Pi laughed out his rotten teeth, he said you have them, look, you have them too.

Uncle Lai pulled his arm away, and the huge monster grabbed Sha Qi's left arm.

Silly Qi stared blankly at the claws and Lin, and after a while, laughed too.He said yes, no wonder I have energy, the curative effect is remarkable and immediate.

And looking up again, Uncle Lai and Uncle Pi also disappeared.The sun hung high in the sky, so bright that Sha Qi squinted his eyes.

It was a fine day for murder, and on this day he killed a man for the first time with a dagger.

The knife went in and turned around before coming out, and the man was frozen at this moment.

But now he has no knife in his hand, only a gun.Raising the gun, a figure whose face cannot be seen clearly is in front of him.

He fired one shot at the man, two shots, three shots.

He walked and drove all the way, emptying the chamber of the gun, and he kept pulling the trigger, and finally the pistol could only make a rattling sound.

He asked, is there a difference, is there a difference.

Kill today, kill tomorrow.Kill each other, kill yourself.Kill left, kill right.

no difference.

He shot until the sky and the earth were dark, until all the sights disappeared one by one.He saw the mist coming from the sky and rising from the ground.He was standing in the middle, and then the fog thickened, and he couldn't see anything anymore.

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Silly Seven thought this was the end of everything, and so did the octopus.

In fact, Silly Seven was very calm that day, he didn't feel regretful or unwilling, he had done everything that should be done, and he never cared about the result.

It has been a difficult and painful journey, from the day the wolves fought among themselves to the day the greatest conflict ended.For so many years, Sha Qi has never had a single day of sleep, whether it is lying on the hard bed of the prison, or in the smelly bedding of the rental house.

The night and day are always so long. When there is no anesthesia, every minute and every second must be counted vigorously.

He was worried that the task given to him by the octopus would not be done well, that the old snake's order was not completed, that his identity would be exposed, that he was being followed by eyeliners, that he was worried about how many people died in today's attack, that he was worried about turning on the TV or going out to buy a newspaper, What you see is always the shocking number of casualties.

He didn't want to see it, but he had to.

He must know where he has come and what the situation has become.He monitored the movement of the bridge lock, just as the minute and second hands monitored his heartbeat.

He never said tiredness, because tiredness has become a habit.Every day with a heavy burden on his heart, he had to breathe with all his strength to get oxygen into his lungs.

But even so, he became more and more confused.

From the initial infinite hatred of the radicals, to gradually understanding the position of the radicals.From believing that the enemy is ruthless and greedy, to realizing their helplessness and difficulty.

When he went deep into the enemy camp, he could see their similarities and differences more clearly.

Like themselves, they also lost their home, blood relatives, everything a normal child should have, the carefree youth and infinite possibilities of youth.

They were the same, such a cruel discovery made him have to admit that his gun was not aimed at the aliens, but his companions.

His hatred lost its meaning when he completed the old snake's last mission.

He got his revenge, he hurt the Radicals badly, but he didn't feel happy, and he didn't feel relieved.Because hatred has become an independent existence in such a lonely and long process, hating hatred itself is inextricable.

And after all this was over, the dam in my heart finally burst.

It was the personal guilt towards Octopus, the love for him, and the reluctance and intolerance towards him.

He loved this person deeply, but he had to hurt this person.As of now, it has reached a dead end.He believes that the octopus also loves him, and because of this, the octopus suffers, suffers, dies and lives badly, cannot let it go and cannot forget it.

Sha Qi can't do more things, the only thing he can do is to push the octopus.

Push away from the past, into the future.

But can octopus really go to the future?cannot.

Of course he knew that the failure of the radicals was not caused by a single person, and of course he also knew that the advent of a new era and the annihilation of the previous era were not due to individual credit or sin. He also knew that he could not stop the tide of history and could not die Holding the wheel of time to prevent it from moving forward, knowing that division and fusion alternate, and the wolf country is always helpless, it is difficult to live alone, and it is difficult to be gloriously isolated.

But silly seven has become the concrete enemy, making Octopus not want to hate him, but he has to hate him.

However, that doesn't mean he can lose him.doesn't mean he can simply