Darkest Action

Qi Rui had a strange dream. In the dream, there was a long, endless staircase coming out of the clouds, stretching for hundreds of miles, and reaching somewhere under the clouds.He came from the clouds, all the way down, and slowly walked down the steps.There was a person who was exactly the opposite of him. He passed him from the bottom up, and when he looked closely, it was Meng Ran.

Qi Rui in the dream wanted to stop, but his body just didn't listen, and he continued to walk down as usual.He heard Meng Ran calling desperately from behind, hoarse and heartbroken, but he was completely powerless to turn back, and could only walk away from him forcefully.

Under the pure white clouds, a sea of ​​burning black and red flames greeted his eyes. Qi Rui stepped down step by step, and finally reached the entrance of the abyss.There stood a woman in a white cheongsam, she turned around slowly, her eyes as beautiful as the bright moon were filled with endless sadness and pity.

"mom……"

Qi Rui let out an inaudible hoarse cry, and suddenly woke up from his dream.

Entering the realm of reality is like walking into the gate of the abyss in a dream—in the damp, dark cabin, the half-faced man anxiously interrogated him for a whole night, and now he is already resting in a corner, snoring loudly.

Qi Rui's hands, which had been hanging for a long time, were gray and purple, unable to move at all; ten nails on ten fingers had all been peeled off, and blood and flesh fell to the ground; The cut was made at a high degree, and a large piece of skin was removed, and the pale red muscles were exposed, which looked extremely shocking...

The constant pain made Qi Rui lose the ability to cry out, and he vaguely heard a female voice waving unsteadily, crying in a low voice——Xiao Rui, my poor son.Let it go, as long as you are willing to let it go, there will be no more pain, no more worries...

That female voice sounded kind and familiar, and her tone was full of pity and sorrow. It was the voice of my mother Chen Wanhua.

Qi Rui opened his mouth and replied in a low voice: "I...can't let go..."

The sleepy voice woke up the jackal in the corner, Jiao Zhen twisted his ugly face, stretched his waist, and moved his small eyes to Qi Rui: "Are you awake? Then should we continue?"

Qi Rui lowered his head and did not respond.

Jiao Zhen grinned grimly, and moved the wooden chair under his buttocks to Qi Rui.

Afterwards, he stood up with his whole body, facing Qi Rui's head with his terrifying face, and pulled out a bloody saber with great interest. , raised it up suddenly, glanced down with a pair of eyes, and asked with a smile: "Would it be a pity if I cut off such beautiful chest and abdominal muscles piece by piece?" laughed.

Qi Rui raised his head, his eyes were full of contempt, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood on the face directly in front of him.

The creepy laughter stopped abruptly, Jiao Zhen stuck out his tongue, licked off the bloody froth around his mouth, and immediately pierced the tight chest in front of him with the saber in his hand.

The pain that came again made Qi Rui grunt. He felt that the tip of the knife was gradually pointing down, cutting open his skin, extending the first rib, and stabbing hard, half the knife deep.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die for a while!" Jiao Zhen moved his face closer, and a wet tongue brushed Qi Rui's side of the ear, "I will avoid your vital organs, after all, I can't bear to let you die so quickly." We'll just die, and we'll get along for a long time!" He said, pulling out his saber with a sudden force, got off the wooden chair, and turned around Qi Rui, his eyes fixed on the two sides. On one straight and long leg.

"If you get your hamstring broken, you won't be able to stand up in the future." The moment Jiao Zhen finished speaking, his sharp knife slammed into Qi Rui's right Achilles tendon, twisted twice, and suddenly Ask again: "Where is the real chip hidden?"

A dull cry of pain trembled from Qi Rui's throat, he murmured as if to say something, but he couldn't really hear it.

"What are you talking about? Louder!" Jiao Zhen clenched the saber in his hand, twisted it horizontally, and asked sharply.

"Give me back those two rings..."

Those angry words finally fell completely into Jiao Zhen's ears, he suddenly laughed out loud with contempt, and just as he was about to pull out the saber, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a suspicious figure flashing across the ground. light spot.

Sniper rifle?

Jiao Zhen didn't dare to hesitate, quickly squatted down with his head in his arms, turned over, and hid in a position away from the window.