When the Broken Sleeve Travels to the Country of Women

Huang Guangche hugged the mutilated corpse and shook it vigorously, calling out the name of the person in his arms, as if he could really wake up the person who was sleeping forever.

The person in his arms did not respond to him, but the sound of the "click" shutter was particularly ear-piercing.

The passers-by moved differently, and most of them seemed afraid to look at the unrecognizable corpse, covering their eyes with one hand, and holding up the camera with the other to shoot.The bold ones squeezed hard towards the inner circle, as if they wanted to get closer to see how the corpse fell; the timid ones just walked away.

Huang Guangche hugged the corpse for a long time, shouted and cried for a long time.

The urgent siren sounded, and a path was opened among the crowd, and a group of men in white came forward to carry the body in his arms away.Huang Guangche desperately hugged the corpse tightly.

Even so, the person in his arms was snatched away, and those people attacked very hard. He was afraid that the person in his arms would be torn apart, so he let go.But he would not give up because of this, he hugged the thigh of a man in white tightly, the man seemed to be worried that the blood on his body would stain his white clothes, so he pulled his leg out of his arms.

Huang Guangche fell heavily on the ground, and then another whistle sounded, and a group of people in black uniforms rushed up and pinned him to the ground.

His face was on the ground, tears mixed with blood and dust, but no one cared whether he was really crying. "Click" the cold handcuffs wrapped around his wrists, and those people dragged him hard, and finally pulled him into the police car.

From then on, Huang Guangche never saw Huang Guangyue again, not even his ashes.

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Two years later, Huang Guangche was released from prison.As soon as he was released from prison, He Yan came to pick him up.During his sentence, He Yan visited him several times, but he did not agree to see him.He Yan seemed very happy to see him, as if he couldn't remember what happened two years ago at all.

He didn't plan to pay attention to He Yan, rented a small apartment outside, and found a job as an assembly line worker in a shoe factory. He seemed to have entered the life of a normal person.But only he knew that every sleepless night, the overwhelming hatred in his heart would devour his flesh and blood.

"Why, do you still want to sue me?" Liu Yongfu came to see him in the prison under the pretext of a gesture of pity for him.When it was just the two of them, Liu Yongfu took off his disguise and trampled on his last dignity. Huang Guangche tightly held the phone in his hand, "You scum, wait, I will sue you again!"

"Then don't even try to sue me in your life. Think about it, will people believe you murdered your brothers and sisters? Or will you believe me, a philanthropist?" Huang Guangche slapped the glass between the two of them vigorously in anger. The prison guard stepped forward to stop him.

He forcibly calmed down and raised the phone with trembling hands.The man smiled triumphantly, "I haven't said the point yet, you're just so angry. Actually, I was the one who defiled your sister, and I also found that homeless man." Huang Guangche held her hand tightly. Clenching his fists, his knuckles turned white from too much force, the muscles on his face trembled slightly due to hatred, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Seeing his appearance, Liu Yongfu seemed very happy, couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "Finally, let me tell you, I sent someone to find out the corpse in the woods. I just wanted to punish you, didn't you?" Thinking of you being so ignorant, this accidental secret seems to be more fun!"

Huang Guangche's face suddenly turned pale, and he raised his hand to hit the tempered glass. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his hand bones breaking, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

He didn't know how he was brought back to the cell.There is only one strong thought in his mind, revenge!

On the second night after he got out of prison, he did it.

Since then, he has lived a life of three o'clock and one line every day like ordinary people, but he knows that this kind of life will not last long.

He Yan came to him every day, and several times he almost made He Yan pay a price on impulse, but he couldn't do it after all.He could only keep driving He Yan away, but He Yan never heard of it.

So, this day, he scratched his face a few times, and it really hurt, probably because he was used to the pain, and he never frowned. "You like this face! It's gone now, you can go!"

He Yan's eyes seemed to be covered with pain, and he hurried up to bandage his wound, but he only replied with one word, "Get out!" He Yan still refused to leave, he raised the knife again, and wanted to slash his face again, He Yan compromised, as if he really never looked for him again.

However, the day finally came.Huang Guangche was wanted again for homicide, and the victim was philanthropist Liu Yongfu.

This day was the day of Liu Yongfu's funeral. It seemed that the whole city mourned for him, and the city seemed to be filled with a layer of sadness.It was on such a sad day that he walked up to the highest rooftop in the city and stood where Huang Guangyue had once stood. Someone downstairs immediately stopped and looked up excitedly.

"Someone is going to jump off the building again, hurry up and take a picture!" "Jump, why don't you jump!"

"It turns out that Yue Yue died like this." He tightened his grip on the photo in his hand, glanced at it one after another, didn't stay for long, and jumped off.

One second before landing, he seemed to see He Yan's frightened and magnified face, "Live well, I forgive you."

Jumping from the place closest to heaven leads to hell.

Huang Guangche was lying on the ground, listening to the noisy footsteps, mixed with the most vicious curses, "The pair of perverted brothers and sisters are finally dead." "There is no reason for death!"...

In the next second, he seemed to have lost his hearing, and no matter how vicious the curse was, it had nothing to do with him.He stared blankly at the sky, it was red, and he thought: If you wipe the blood from your eyes, will the sky be blue...