Prisoner of Rebirth

On the street at one o'clock in the morning, a young man wearing a black hoodie is leaning against the dim light, with the sound of a "click" lighter, and a cigarette held between his slender fingers. Under the quiet and weird night, the young man begins to puff. stand up.

There is a black cloth tied on his hand, which looks whiter against the young man's wrist.The whole face in the hat, because the body is turned away from the light, the brim of the hat casts a deep shadow, only his thin chin can be vaguely seen.

A drunk man staggered past here. He squinted his eyes, saw the young man under the street lamp, and asked with his tongue out, "Who are you? Who are you?" He took a sip of the wine bottle to his mouth.

The young man snuffed out the sparks on the cigarette with his long fingers. He casually began to untie the black cloth in his hand, and then put down the hat on his head with one hand, revealing his golden hair, and the blue one with a cold smiling eyes.

The big man looked at the person walking towards him in a daze. He was beautiful and delicate, like an elf in the night. He stuck out his tongue, "Beautiful...so beautiful..." He stretched out his hand and rushed towards the young man , but because he was so drunk, he fell to the ground before touching it.

The young man laughed out loud, with a deep smile, "See if I can kill you with one blow today." He tied the black cloth around his head to cover his eyes, and then walked towards A drunken man came, twirling a sharp knife in his hand.

The drunk man lay on the ground with a "grunt" sound, hiccupping, and before he could react, a bayonet stabbed him in one eye, "Ah!" The drunk man covered his left eye and screamed again and again.

"Hush, keep your voice down." The young man crouched in front of the drunk and said softly, "Eyes, am I right?" After saying that, the knife was pulled out from the drunk's eyes, with gorgeous and strange blood.

"Ah!" The drunken man screamed more sharply because of his sudden movement again, and it was extremely shrill in the dark night where no one was silent.

The young man frowned slightly, he stood up impatiently, and threw the bloody bayonet beside the drunk, "I'll give you a chance to kill me."

The drunk man was more than half awake at this time, he took the knife subconsciously, and stabbed at the blond young man while shouting "Help", whether it was invisible or intentional, but the blond young man didn't dodge, and the right side of his stomach "screamed" "With a sound, he was stabbed.

The drunk man took a few steps back in a panic, the blood from his injured eye slowly flowed down his face, like a long stream of blood, and his whole face looked like a ghost.

"It's my turn, isn't it?" The young man pulled out the knife on his body, his eyes were covered, but he walked towards the drunk step by step accurately, and he said slowly: "My eyes are covered Yes, I gave you a chance too, under hell, don’t blame me.” Before the drunk man could turn around and run away, the knife had already passed through his heart, and then it was pulled out and inserted again.

The drunk man's eyes widened in horror, and he fell down limply, unable to utter a sound.

The young man took off the black cloth over his eyes and sneered, "It's slightly off, there is no fatal cut." He wiped the bright red blade, "It's a waste of another cut."

Then he ignored the bloody and slippery clothes on his belly wound.He bent down, dragged the drunk man's body, and walked towards the big lake by the road.

With a sound of "crash", the young man pushed the body into the lake.

After dealing with all this, the young man's forehead was covered with sweat, and the black clothes were soaked with blood from the wound. He covered the wound with his hand, and bent down slightly.

"Are you okay?" A young man's voice sounded from behind the young man.

The young man put on his hat vigilantly, turned his back to him, hid the bloody knife in his hand, and wondered if the next person should cut his throat.

"Do you need help?" The young man asked again.

The young man's blue eyes were dark, and the knife in his hand was getting tighter and tighter, and he was about to take action, "Then I'll go first, and you should go home quickly." Then he heard the sound of footsteps moving away.

For some reason, the young man suddenly wanted to see the man's appearance, so he followed him in a strange way.

The young man followed the man to a community. With the bright lights of the community, the young man finally saw the man's face clearly. It was delicate and fair. Other than that, there was nothing special about it. However, the young man showed a very cheerful smile. He smiled, "Gao Yong, long time no see."

These years, he has never forgotten Gao Yong...

Like meeting a delicious vampire in the dark, the young man raised his blood-soaked hand, stroked his lips slightly, and wrote down the neighborhood.

Now, seeing his old classmate, should he give a gift? Then he will give Gao Yong five lives. As for the gift that Gao Yong should give him, he thinks that he only needs to ask Gao Yong for one head.

Because he wanted to kiss the cold lips that belonged to his childhood classmate...the one in his dream...the way he fell asleep...because only death can last forever.