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When Rong Zhao approached, the stench of rotting corpses rushed over, and Zhou Ye saw Rong Zhao holding the head of a long-haired woman in his hands.

Rong Zhao walked into the living room, put the cloth bag in his hand on the ground, two women's heads were exposed.

He carefully placed the one in his arms on the fabric, with gentle movements, like treating his beloved family and lover: "This is He Yanyan."

From the winter when the college entrance examination was approaching, He Yanyan brought him meals for a whole semester, sometimes pan-fried fish steaks, sometimes sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish, and some seasonal vegetables, the whole lunch box was full.

As soon as it was opened, the hot air and aroma went straight into the person's nose, just like her.

Instead of leaving only a smelly and cold head like the one in front of you.

Rong Zhao seemed to be extremely tired, sitting on the ground and looking at the heads of the three women at his feet: "I found them in the living room, the other two should be Mi Qiong and Zhao Tian, ​​take them back to the forensic room for examination and you will know Definite result."

Zhou Ye squatted down and brushed back a strand of blood-soaked hair that covered He Yanyan's eyes and twisted into a ball. He was treating a living person.

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao: "Where is that person?"

"I don't know," Rong Zhao threw the knife in his hand on the ground, speaking weakly, "He won't come out."

Zhou Ye glanced at the knife, but found no blood on the tip of the knife, and let go of his heart hanging in mid-air: "Where's the photo, did you find it?"

Rong Zhao shook his head, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "No, maybe he's gone a long time ago."

Zhou Ye shook Rong Zhao's hand and found that his hand was much colder than usual, so he held it for a while longer, trying to warm him up.

Wrapped by a pair of dry and warm palms, Rong Zhao remembered that when killing intent surged in his heart, it was these hands that pulled him back from the brink of collapse.

"Don't die."

Zhou Ye heard Rong Zhao utter the three words with no beginning and no end in a low voice, and almost thought he heard it wrong, so he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Rong Zhao withdrew his hand from Zhou Ye's and said, "It's nothing." His family members were already dead, and he didn't want his only friend to die too.

Zhou Ye sat down next to Rong Zhao, and said softly, "I promise you, I will protect myself and not let myself die, and you have to promise me one thing."

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at Zhou Ye, his eyes were dark, deep and bright, like a lighthouse shining on the vast sea of ​​endless night: "Say it."

Liu Junfeng was still tied to a pillar in the corner, watching the gay couple leaning together, talking about love, while at their feet were three bloody and rotten heads, and him, the criminal who was tied up. molecular.

Li Junfeng was so shocked by the weird scene in front of him that he didn't know what to say, although his mouth was blocked and he couldn't say anything.

Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, and said word by word: "You must promise me that you will never let yourself fall into a situation where there is no redemption."

Rong Zhao curled up his lips and smiled slightly: "There is no one here, so why not just tell me not to kill anyone."

The heart of Liu Junfeng who was gagged: Am I not human?

Zhou Ye got up from the ground: "It's okay to say that. This is the bottom line. Once you step on this line, everything will be over."

Rong Zhao was silent for a while, and swallowed the words stuck in his throat. What he wanted to say was, what if I stepped on that line.

Rong Zhao took Zhou Ye's hand and got up from the ground.

Rong Zhao tried to withdraw his hand, but found that Zhou Ye refused to let go, and looked at him a little amusedly: "It's not a child who still plays such a childish game."

"I didn't treat you as a child," Zhou Ye reluctantly let go, "I regarded you as a man."

The word man inexplicably pleases Rong Zhao, there is no man who doesn't like to hear others say that he is a man.

Zhou Ye turned around and wrapped the heads of Mi Qiong and Zhao Tian with a tablecloth, and He Yanyan found a clean sheet to put it on alone.

"I'll take a look here, and you can look for the photos again." Zhou Ye picked up the fruit knife on the ground, stuffed it back into Rong Zhao, and comforted him, "As long as this house is still there, there is always a chance to find it."

Rong Zhao was about to speak when he raised his eyes and saw a large flame burning from the window behind Liu Junfeng.

The tongue of fire licked the window lattice, jumped into Rong Zhao's line of sight, like a hard rope, strangled his neck fiercely, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

Many structures in Chinese-style houses are made of wood, which will burn in case of fire.

The fire fell from the sky, came fiercely, and climbed in through the window in the blink of an eye.

In the endless suffocation, Rong Zhao saw the fire lighting up everything in the house, the corner he knocked on when he first learned to walk, the decorative cabinet that he accidentally knocked over when he was fighting for toys with his sister on his tenth birthday, the bookshelf where his father hid the ruler , the chaise longue that my mother likes to sit on...

The frame-by-frame pictures are like the scene in front of you, tightly surrounded by fire and thick smoke, and about to be burned.

They were gone from him, and he couldn't let them go too.

Zhou Ye hugged Rong Zhao, who was on the verge of collapse, and shouted: "There is gasoline, it can't be extinguished, don't go."

"Let me go," Rong Zhao yelled at Zhou Ye. The other party's arms hugged him tightly. He couldn't break free. In a hurry, he lowered his head and bit Zhou Ye's arm, and said in a trembling voice, "Let go!" !"

Zhou Ye held Rong Zhao in one hand, and cut the rope on Liu Junfeng's body with a knife in the other.

Liu Junfeng was rescued, bent over and prepared to run out of the house filled with flames and thick smoke.

Zhou Ye called him to stop, and shouted amidst the crackling and burning sound, "Hold your own bomb, otherwise you will be killed if you can't get out of the gate."

Liu Junfeng glanced at Zhou Ye, surprised at his calmness and delicacy, quickly picked up the backpack with the bomb and ran out.

Zhou Ye's arm was bitten tightly by Rong Zhao, and he felt that the skin was bitten and blood flowed out, but he felt no pain.

It's the heart that hurts so much that people can't feel the pain of the body.

Zhou Ye had never seen Rong Zhao like this before. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and a hoarse cry came from his throat like a wounded beast.

His hands stretched straight forward, as if he wanted to touch something across time and space.But he couldn't touch or touch him, he seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, like a lonely and helpless child.

Zhou Ye carried a cloth bag with a human head on one foot, hugged Rong Zhao tightly with both hands, dragged him out of the house, hugged him tightly from behind, rested his chin on his shoulder, and pulled him Later: "Don't go, you will be burned to death if you go."

Rong Zhao seemed to have lost his hearing. He suddenly lost all senses, hearing, touch, smell, and touch. The whole figure stood in a void, and he could no longer feel anything except deep loneliness and powerlessness. .

Zhou Ye turned his head and opened his mouth, and bit Rong Zhao's ear hard, trying to use the pain to wake him up.

Standing less than five meters away from the fire, Rong Zhao saw the flames illuminating half of the sky. On the balcony on the second floor, a clothes drying pole that had been burnt into a piece of charred wood fell down, making a loud "bang".

The sound was like a horn, pulling him out of the void, leading him into the furnace roasted by the raging fire, and he could even hear the sound of his own flesh being scorched.

Huge pain rose from every capillary, and Rong Zhao let out a hoarse and desperate cry of pain: "Don't!"

Rong Zhao's voice was like a sharp knife, piercing Zhou Ye's heart. He hugged Rong Zhao from behind, only to find that he was much thinner than he imagined, and far less strong than he thought.

No matter how Ren Rongzhao kicked and beat Zhou Ye, even if he bit Zhou Ye's arm bleeding, Zhou Ye would not let go at all.

Rong Zhao raised his fist, slammed Zhou Ye's hand hard, and shouted, "I want to go in and look for a photo, but I haven't found that photo yet!"

The house is gone, the photos will be burned to ashes, and he will never remember those vivid details.

Luo Jin ran in from outside the gate and shouted, "Why don't you leave?" He followed Assistant Xiao and the others to the parking place, but he didn't get in the car, and when he turned back, he saw the sky full of fire.

Zhou Ye handed Rong Zhao to Luo Jin: "Look at him, don't let him rush into the fire." After speaking, he took off his shirt and tied Rong Zhao's wrists, lest Luo Jin would watch alone. Can't live.

"Why the hell are you tying me up, let me go," Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye with red eyes, and shouted, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, lowered his head slightly, and kissed him on the top of his head, with great tenderness in his eyes: "I'll help you find the photo."

"I said, even if you go down the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire, I will help you find it."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye: "You don't even know where the photo is, how can you find it?!"

Zhou Ye turned his head and pointed to the building next to the main house to the south, and looked at Rong Zhao deeply: "Just tell me, is there a small ancestral hall there?"

Rong Zhao nodded, and instantly understood Zhou Ye's speculation.

Someone stayed in this house all the time, cleaning the stone lions at the door every day, clearing the weeds in the yard, wiping the dust in the room, and pretending to be ghosts all day long in order not to let anyone get close.

That person has been holding the mentality of redemption, trying to do something to make himself feel better. He hides in the house all day long and knows everything here best. If that photo is taken away by him, he will enshrine that photo. Burn incense every day.

The fire was mainly concentrated in the main house and was spreading to the buildings on both sides. Rong Zhao called Zhou Ye to stop: "I'll go!"

Zhou Ye quickly took out two bottles of mineral water from Luo Jin's backpack, poured one on his head and poured the other on a towel, got up and looked at Rong Zhao: "It's so dangerous inside, how could I be willing to let you go. "

"The house can't be saved, we can't even keep the last photo."

The fire illuminated Zhou Ye's face, Rong Zhao saw him smile, and heard him say, "Don't worry, I won't die." After speaking, he covered his nose and mouth with a wet towel, and ran into the fire.

He said that even if you go down the mountain of swords and fire, you must help him find that photo.

Luo Jin looked at the fire spreading above the main house. Fortunately, the ancestral hall was not affected too much. He dragged Rong Zhao: "Trust him, he will definitely come back."

Rong Zhao's wrist was bound too tightly by Zhou Ye's shirt, and he couldn't bite it open with his teeth.He looked at Luo Jin, and said in an almost pleading tone, "Help me untie it."

Luo Jin lowered his eyes: "Sorry, he told me to take care of you, I can't let you go."

Zhou Ye can no longer remember where he saw Luo Jin, but Luo Jin remembers it very clearly. He will never forget that scene in his life.

One Sunday, he was having dinner with his friends in a restaurant. The restaurant caught fire. He was trapped inside and couldn’t get out. He inhaled a lot of poisonous gas and was so weak that he couldn’t move. He was almost killed by a falling beam. Zhou Ye rescued him.

When he woke up in the hospital, he was never seen again.

I don't know when a gust of north wind blew southward, and the flames of the main house slanted towards the small building of the ancestral hall in an instant.

Seeing the fire enveloping the ancestral hall getting bigger and bigger, Rong Zhao turned his head and said loudly to Luo Jin: "He will be burned to death, untie him!"

Luo Jin took out a rope from his bag and tied Rong Zhao to a place outside the gate that would never be affected by the fire. You put it down."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the yard.

Rong Zhao stopped him: "What are you doing?!"

Luo Jin didn't turn his head back: "I'll help you bring him back, this life was given by him, even if he dies inside, it's worth it."

Wearing a vest and covering his nose and mouth, Zhou Ye kicked open the gate of the ancestral hall, searching for the photo that Rong Zhao said in the flames.

In fact, all of this is just his reasoning and speculation. No one knows whether the photo is really here.

But he had to give Rong Zhao a comfort, so that he could have a glimmer of hope when he witnessed the burning of the house, so that he would not be completely destroyed by loneliness and despair.

In case Rong Zhao really didn't have the photo that Rong Zhao wanted, he would also hold a handful of ashes in the deepest part of the house and put them in a transparent glass bottle that would never fade.

Zhou Ye raised his eyes and saw Luo Jin rushing in from the outside, and shouted at him, "Go out, I'll look for it."

Zhou Ye kicked away a burning wooden stick on the ground, and glanced at Luo Jin: "Get out, people will die here."

"What are you looking for?" Luo Jin said loudly while helping Zhou Ye search, "I'm not afraid of death."

Zhou Ye interrupted Luo Jin: "You are not afraid of death, but I am afraid of your death."

Luo Jin was stunned for a moment, and heard Zhou Ye continue to say: "If you die because of me, this matter will be stuck in his heart forever like a pimple."

After Zhou Ye finished speaking, he pushed Luo Jin out of the door.

What he wants to give to Rong Zhao, and what he wants to have, is the purest love, which cannot tolerate or knead any impurities.