After the divorce, Slag Gong shut him down

Hearing this, Nie Zhixin's fingertips trembled slightly, and the burnt cigarette butts also fell down unexpectedly, disappearing into the darkness without a sound.

The short stalemate seemed as long as a century at this moment. After a thousand times in his heart, Nie Zhixin closed his eyes and finally turned around as if accepting his fate.

Even though he had been prepared for a long time, when he saw the lead-gray sharp weapon with a metallic cold texture pointing at him, his heart still jumped. It was not until his eyes touched the playfulness between Zhou Fushen's eyebrows that the anger from the offended male dignity called him Reluctantly regaining his composure, he provocatively said, "Honestly, I'm not surprised that you have come to this point."

"Oh?" Zhou Fushen moved the arrow slightly unhurriedly, as if thinking about where to aim: "Which step are you pointing at?"

"What do you think?" Nie Zhi's Adam's apple was rolling, and his voice was tense, and he said, "If you go down with this arrow, you will spend the rest of your life in prison, hehe, the once promising actor finally became a murderer. Criminal... To be honest, even if I can't see the sun tomorrow, as long as I can let Jiang Ran see your notorious end and despise your ugly and crazy appearance in the dark prison, all this will be worth it .”

After he finished speaking, he stared at Zhou Fu's half face hidden in the shadow of the bow and arrow, and took in the other party's reaction without a moment's notice, but he was disappointed that he didn't find any wavering from it.

"You know how to comfort yourself." Zhou Fushen only slightly raised the corners of his mouth with a fake smile, but his voice was piercingly cold: "But dead people don't know anything, even if you fantasize about the future after death , It’s just the dopamine secreted in your brain at the moment. As a doctor, you should understand it very well, right? When the arrow pierces your head, your existence has been wiped out in this world.”

Unexpectedly, Zhou Fushen was so recalcitrant, Nie Zhixin couldn't help cursing the lunatic secretly, but continued to put pressure on his mouth: "...it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you are still alive, and you have to slowly taste the life of being in prison with Jiang..." Burning heaven and man forever separated, the taste of what you can't ask for... This is enough for me!"

"Really? Then you might be disappointed." Zhou Fushen said calmly, "Do you still remember the judgment of your psychologist friend on my mental state when I was studying abroad?"

"You..." Nie Zhixin instantly understood the meaning behind his words, and immediately gritted his teeth and said, "Only mental patients who commit crimes during the onset of the disease can be exempted from criminal responsibility—" "You can bet on the result of the forensic appraisal afterwards." Zhou Fushen interrupted him: "But no matter whether you win or lose, you are doomed not to get the bet."

Hearing these words that seemed to be a sentence, Nie Zhi's heart felt like falling into an ice cellar, and even though his feet were firmly on the ground, his body couldn't help but shake heavily.

"Do you regret it?" Zhou Fushen asked suddenly at this moment: "Did you realize now that you want to live more than such trivial things as love?"

The cold wind blows over the railing, the sound of the sound vibrating, and the sound of the crowd's carnival faintly piercing through the bar next to the wall, dancing vividly in Nie Zhixin's ears. At first he thought it was the background sound, but then he realized that it was the rhythm of the beating pulse. Once, it drives the blood to flow to the limbs.

Nie Zhixin has never felt that the feeling of being alive is so real, so precious, so close at hand - yet difficult to grasp.

He didn't want to admit that his love for Jiang Ran was nothing worth mentioning, but his instinct reacted one step ahead of him. When the regret came to him, he couldn't stop it. The only thing he could do was to die Gritting his teeth, he didn't allow himself to say that cowardly sentence.

But Zhou Fushen had already got the answer from his expression, and he smiled like a poppy and said, "Nie Zhixin, your love for Jiang Ran is actually nothing more than that."

As he said that, he let go of one finger, like a cat playing with a mouse, and slowly moved down the bowstring with the remaining two fingers. The sound of the metal tightening was like a spell urging him to die. Nie Zhixin closed his eyes, and the next moment—— Buzzing——The special notification sound set on the mobile phone cuts through the silent narrow alley, which is the alarm that will be triggered when Jiang Ran uses the tablet computer to perform operations beyond the authority.

Zhou Fushen's movements stopped suddenly, and what was strange was that the phone didn't stop after it rang, but vibrated crazily as if it had turned on some ominous omen.

……

……

Bang, bang.

The regular gunshots pulled Jiang Ran's trance thoughts out of the water. He opened his eyes, looked around in a daze, and found himself in a wide shooting range. The gun was fired, and a moment later there was a bang—9.3 rings.

The sound of the mechanical target reporting sounded, and Jiang Ran saw the man's shoulders relax slightly. During the slight movements, you could clearly see the changes of his texture lines under the sweaty cloth, which seemed to reveal a fierce and fierce smell.

Jiang Ran's expression moved, and he faintly felt that every part of this body was very familiar to him. Just as doubts arose in his heart, he saw the man turn around, with every frown and frown on his handsome face showing no The vigor that showed - that was Zhou Fushen, 25 years old.

The man walked towards him with a smile on his lips. For some reason, Jiang Ran suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He stared blankly as Zhou Fushen grabbed his wrist and slapped his heavy and slightly hot penis on him. In the palm, said: "Want to try?"

Jiang Ran was speechless, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of the target, and Zhou Fushen taught him how to hold a gun.

"Hands are very steady." The deep voice praised with a hint of doting.

"I have practiced traditional bows before." Jiang Ran heard himself answering a little proudly.

"Try shooting." Zhou Fushen took his hand as he said, and led him to aim at the target in front of him.

Bang, bang.

Both shots hit within the nine rings, but Jiang Ran felt a little involuntarily bored. He moved to get rid of Zhou Fushen's embrace, but the opponent's hands were tightly grasped like iron tongs. Jiang Ran wanted to raise his head in doubt. , I heard the man say at this moment: "Hey, pay attention, look, this is the last shot."

Jiang Ran looked forward when he heard the words, his pupils constricted instantly—there was no target in front of him, but a human body riddled with holes on a spiked wooden stake with an indistinguishable appearance.

"Don't...let go!"

boom--!

With the sound of glass shattering beside his ear, Jiang Ran suddenly woke up from the nightmare, only to feel a splitting headache, lay on the bedside and retched twice but did not vomit out anything, but after the tinnitus gradually subsided, he vaguely He heard the sound of many people walking back and forth downstairs.

What, what's going on?Thinking of the sound of shattering glass that sounded like a dream when he woke up, Jiang Ran's heart was full of alarms. He tiptoed out of bed, went to the door and put his ears on it.

After a while, the strange man spoke with an accent: "Brother Qiang, we have searched several houses. It seems that no one lives in this villa, so we can't get any valuable oil or water."

"Look for it again." Another rough voice said, probably the so-called brother Qiang: "You can't always rely on the tip of the knife to get money. If there is a big trouble, the police will chase after you closely, and the risk of breaking into the empty door is much smaller. Besides, These rich people will definitely put some watches, jewelry and so on in the place where the rich go on vacation. Now it’s no different than the year before we went in, and the cash must be out of reach, so these things can be exchanged for some money..."

As he spoke, there was a series of rummaging and rummaging, with cursing mixed in during the period: "Damn it! Is there no electricity in this wretched place? It's so dark, shit!"

The more Jiang Ran listened, the more terrified he became. He remembered the robbery and homicide case reported in the news in the morning, which probably belonged to the group downstairs. Thinking of this, he was so nervous that he almost stopped breathing, afraid that even this breath would be caught.

Listening to the conversations of this group of people, one can guess that they should be helping recidivists who have just been released from prison. After returning to society, they will naturally return to their old professions without the skills to make a living, and they also specifically choose sparsely populated suburban villas, so let It was not a coincidence that he met, but some kind of necessity.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ran closed his eyes, and for a moment he didn't know what it was like—the cage carefully selected by Zhou Fushen cut off the world, and also cut off his chance of survival.

He knew that such vicious desperadoes would not leave easily without getting something, and it would be foolish to expect them to give up after searching the surface, especially for a holiday villa like this, most of the real value is land and cannot be taken away. The big ones, so they just said: 'No one can't get any oil and water'.

And if they let them find him, Jiang Ran can't imagine the consequences. The young couple in the news must want to spend money to avoid disaster, but when they were discovered, they were still stabbed several times and there were marks of beatings all over their bodies. In the end, they didn't persist. the hospital just...

The bloody picture in the dream flashed through his mind, Jiang Ran forced himself to calm down, he first checked the bedroom door, the fingerprint lock interface was lit with a red light, which meant it was locked, but the door panel was due to the decoration , It's just ordinary solid wood, I don't know how long it can withstand.

Jiang Ran knew very well that relying on these foreign objects to resist was nothing more than drinking doves to quench his thirst. As long as the source of the threat did not go away, he would be in danger forever, so the only thing he could do now was to contact Zhou Fushen.

Fortunately, the tablet was still on the bedside table in the bedroom, Jiang Ran moved over quickly and silently, unlocked the screen, and went straight to the app store.

Zhou Fushen set the permission on the download function, as long as he touches it, he will receive a reminder on the other end-although it is ironic, but now it has indeed become his life-saving straw. Hand speed, frantically clicking the download button under various APPs, as soon as the interception window pops up, he presses it, and then continues to operate, and the cycle repeats.

"I beg you……"

Hearing the footsteps coming and going downstairs, Jiang Ran's forehead was covered with cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and meditated silently. The short few minutes were stretched infinitely. Call from hell: "Brother Qiang! There are fresh leftovers in the kitchen refrigerator, there are people in this house!"