Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

Across the street, the voice is full of life.The clashing sound of pots and pans is mixed with the melodious sound of vinyl records. On the one hand, there are sweet talk and on the other hand, quarrels. The force acts like a signal tower, trying to tune out the ever-changing sources of interference in the air.

Song Nian didn't know what they would encounter next or not at all.Slowly, the surrounding world became quieter, and he could hear the conversation between the father and son across the street.

"Dad, did you find anything today? I have to go to the library in the evening."

"You know, history needs to complement each other and confirm each other."

"Do you know, I often think, if I had persisted back then, wouldn't you have sent me to Milan?"

"You like music, and you also have some talent in this area. Ah, how about today," "If there is something my father doesn't want to tell you, every attempt to get closer will be in vain," playing A piece of "Sorrow", using the old piano your mother left behind."

Song Zhiyu originally prepared a lot of excuses, but what he was most afraid of was the current situation, like a gambler who walked into a casino and found that he didn't even know how to roll the dice.

"I re-calibrated the piano today, because its tone is dull, and I removed the piano board."

"That's a really big project."

"I found it between the piano board and the sound board." From his breast pocket, Song Zhiyu carefully took out the notebook, "This, maybe you will be interested."

Under the street lights, people's expressions became ambiguous under the warm yellow.Song Qiuyuan turned his head and glanced at Song Zhiyu, but the latter cast his gaze to the distance of the stone road under his feet, a subtle emotion surged up, which was hard to catch.After receiving the letter, Song Qiuyuan only opened it for a glance, then snapped it shut.The heartbreak that has been hidden for a long time is like throwing a stone into Posei Lake, rolling out countless ripples on the shore, permeating the whole state of mind uncontrollably.

"You... have you seen it?"

"seen it already."

"Okay." Just replied lightly, Song Qiuyuan continued to walk forward, on the surface calmly as if what he just took was just an outdated newspaper.

"You," Song Zhiyu pursed his lips, trying to make his tone not look too stiff, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Thank you. This handbook is very important to me."

"Okay, I know you won't take the initiative to say it. I only have one question, was the fire an accident?" The young man's eyes seemed to be filled with a crescent moon, and he could see the light, and he was even more puzzled.

"It was just an accident." The familiar tone was still there, making Song Zhiyu feel that he would always be that child who couldn't grow up, "Zhiyu, forget about it. Let's go home."

It has always been like this, in front of Song Qiuyuan, he will always be the child who is cared for carefully.Even though he has been away from home alone for many years, he can now pay for his studies by himself, but from the moment he left home, in his father's heart, he stayed at the age of 12 forever.

Song Nian was walking alone on the other side of the street, with half of his face buried in the high sweater collar and his hands in the pockets of his short coat, exuding an aura of not getting close to strangers.He understands Song Qiuyuan's concerns, and also understands Song Zhiyu's feeling of being excluded for no reason, but in this matter, the people involved on the surface are not the ones with vested interests.The hands and feet of the new forces have already reached Song Nian's side, and he doesn't believe that Fan Zhuo, the creator of this agreement, will stand by and watch.

Seeming to be a little irritated by the fine fluff of the collar, Song Nian raised his hand and turned down the collar. He raised his eyes and saw a car slowly coming in the distance and stopped at the intersection not far ahead, but Did not turn off.Song Nian vaguely saw the person in the car take a sip from the bottle on the passenger seat beside him, and then turned to another street.Hope it's not wine in the bottle.Wait, there are Song Zhiyu and Song Qiuyuan on the street you turn to!The closer you get to that intersection, the more you can smell a pungent smell.

A feeling of unease swept over Song Nian.

A muffled explosion sounded from the street, agitating people's eardrums.In Song Nian's world, there is only one long whimper, like the whistle of a pigeon breeder.

Turn your gaze to the town hall square a few hours ago.

Martor was dressed in the same attire as the night Garcia clashed in the bar. The smell of smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol penetrated into his skin, like an outcast of God.The wine bottle bottomed out in a short while, knocked open the car window on the side of the road, and threw it on the side of the road, screaming loudly.He skillfully opened the car door, pulled out the ignition wire under the steering wheel, and drove the car away majestically, leaving behind a cloud of black smoke.The people in the house didn't seem to find any clues, and the copper nameplate in front of the door read "Canton, 48 Mulyn Street".

The curtains in the attic were swinging gently.

The car was not new, but it could be seen that the owner had maintained it well, and Martor was cursing in the car.Turned a few corners and stopped at the back door of San Lorenzo Church. No one knew what he was going to do.He casually picked up a stone from the corner of the wall, took off his coat, wrapped it up, and threw it into the window on the second floor with his hands, only to see that he had a nimble figure, and soon turned over and entered the room, disappearing into the darkness. .

The room was pitch black, and the reflections of glass showcases could be seen by the lights from outside the street.Martor polished a match, carefully guarded the weak flame, lowered his footsteps, and shuttled between the cabinets, as if he was looking for something.This is a small showroom in the Church of San Lorenzo. It is generally open to all the public during some festivals. It mainly houses some cultural relics and antiques that are replaced, restored or related to research.It is not as famous as the Uffizi's collection here, and for the convenience of work and operation, not all items are locked in cabinets, and there are many collections scattered on the workbench.The first match slowly went out, Marto threw it casually, and struck the second match.Finally, he saw the square box he was looking for in the corner of the table, weighed it in his hand, put it in his arms, blew out the match, walked to the window the same way, jumped off, and drove away.

The first match he dropped was still sparkling slightly, showing his presence on the dark wooden floor.

He took out another jug ​​of wine from his pocket, this time it was not a blended wine, but a serious whiskey with a strong smell of peat.I took a sip, put it on the passenger seat, like a doomsman in some movie, and then went on the road.

But obviously, this Mr. Esposito, who stole the car and the cultural relics this evening, is not in such a good mood as his superficial actions seem to be.Before turning to the street where Mill's law firm is located, he stopped on the adjacent street and took another sip of wine, then drove the car to the main entrance of the law firm, and was about to drive away after getting off the car.As soon as he walked about five meters away, there was a loud noise behind him, and the air wave threw him to the ground. From the thick red reflection on the glass window on the street, he knew that the car behind him had become a car. A huge ball of fire.

The people on the street were in a mess, and Martor struggled to get up from the ground, as if he had returned to the ditch above the battlefield at this moment, and he was stunned, as if his soul had been scattered with the black smoke in the fire.Staggered by a hurried figure, seeing the frightened faces of the people, his first reaction was, run away!

Song Nian ran across the street without hesitation and came running wildly.A black figure, with his face hidden under a low hood, and holding a dagger in his hand that was reddened by the flames, quickly approached Song Qiuyuan and the two of them.

"stop!"

The man stabbed the dagger straight into Song Qiuyuan's left back, and then submerged the blade completely with all his strength.Hearing Song Nian's call, Sombra pulled out the dagger with his backhand.Song Nian raised his hand to meet him, avoiding the swung knife.But he didn't expect that the opponent's strength was comparable to his own, and he was pressed against the stone wall by the opponent for a while.

"The superior asked me to bring you a message. The task is over, and you have done well." A hoarse voice came from the dark shadows.

"Okay, I'll give them a word too, get the hell out of him! It's not over!" Song Nian's backhand was an elbow, and the opponent was not a good one, and he could not dodge or block, and stabbed into the ulna of Song Nian's right arm. In the space between the dagger and the radius, dark red blood slowly flowed out along the blood groove on the dagger.

"The second sentence, enough is enough." Soi Ying finished speaking and let go of the knife handle.

Song Nian pulled out the dagger without hesitation, calm as if the wound was not on his body, his eyes turned scarlet, and threw away the rolled dagger.With hard nails exposed, the five fingers of his left hand ruthlessly pierced into the opponent's neck.The other party made a sly smile, showing two fangs in his mouth, his hat slipped off, and his scarlet eyes were filled with blood because his neck was pinched.

"I'll trouble you to bring the words." After saying that, he broke the other party's neck and threw him into the fire on one side.

Looking at the wanton fire in front of him now, Song Nian didn't dare to look back at Song Zhiyu on the street.The comer's tactics were sophisticated, and the knife was aimed at the heart.

When the explosion happened, the two of them happened to pass by Martor. Song Zhiyu was walking on the outside of the street, subconsciously protecting Song Qiuyuan, blocking most of the impact of the air wave.After the two fell to the ground, Song Qiuyuan, who was fine, quickly picked up Song Zhiyu, who was clearly in a daze, and walked down the street. At this moment, he stabbed his heart with a knife from behind.Arterial blood splashed on the ground and quickly seeped into the gravel between the masonry.Song Zhiyu didn't have time to react at all, he just felt that his father beside him suddenly lost his strength, and his clothes were mostly wet when he touched his back.Dazedly, Song Qiuyuan lay flat on the ground. The latter's lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound, and one hand was tightly clutching the pocket of his clothes.The blood on his face slowly faded, became as pale as paper, and finally turned gray.The pupils dilated and lost their luster in the amber eyes.

Song Nian turned around and saw Song Zhiyu kneeling on the ground, clumsily letting Song Qiuyuan lean into his arms, pressing on the wound on his back, but the blood flow couldn't stop at all, and he was still recognizing what his father wanted to say, every second Zhong can feel that the person in his arms is getting farther and farther away from him.

When Song Nian stepped forward, "He said he believed in you." Song Zhiyu slowly put Song Qiuyuan down, and gently closed his eyes with his hands.

"What else did you say..." Lying on one knee, Song Nian looked at Song Zhiyu, neither crying nor smiling, as if a layer of ice had formed on the surface of the lake, freezing all emotions.

"I can see his beloved Maria now." Song Zhiyu stood up slowly, but found that the clothes on the lower body were soaked in blood, and his palms were spread out stiffly, and the original skin color could not be seen.Only now did the tears fall, dripping into the scarlet in the palm of his hand, Song Zhiyu just looked at his hand like this, and smiled softly with tears hanging down, if that can be called a smile.Laughter slowly turned into whimpering, and finally the veins in his neck bulged, and even a heart-piercing cry was blocked in his heart by the awakened sadness, and he fell into silence.She drew her hands to her chest, like a bird holding a wounded wing.

Song Nian wiped away the tears from Song Zhiyu's face in vain, and finally hugged him into his arms, stroked his back with his left hand, and let his right hand hang down by his side to let the uncoagulated blood drip on the floor.

"I'll take you home."

"But Song Nian, the family is gone."

"And me, you and me."