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A chill rose in Yan Ji's heart.

Faith walked towards Yan Ji, the blond stunner, her every frown and smile was charming: "What should I do with you?"

The concussion caused by the stimulation and the explosion confused Yan Ji's memory, she said slowly and hesitantly: "Sorry, I, I didn't hear clearly."

"You should be thankful that you are not that important to her." Faith opened and closed her red lips, twitched her tongue, and said two words like tasting, "Yan, Deng."

Yan Ji frowned as he recalled, and suddenly recalled: "You belong to Yan Deng, sister?"

Faith raised her eyebrows and giggled: "Sister? Sister... what else did she say?"

Yan Ji felt very uncomfortable, not because of the pain in the wound, but because of the malice overflowing from Faith's body, the emotions of disgust, hatred, and destruction rushed to Yan Ji, making her want to escape.

Instinct urged Yan Ji to speak: "She said, you are a big family, the master is dead, and the remaining four brothers and sisters will fight for the family property."

Faith showed a strange expression, and took half a step back: "This is the most absurd joke I've ever heard. Family? Brothers and sisters? Heir? Is she one of Onegin's delusions? How could she say that... unexpectedly ..."

Yan Ji showed a blank look: "Isn't it? Doesn't Cornwall exist?"

"Of course Cornwall exists. Its former owner was named Mentor. However, we are not qualified to call him that. He is our creator, ruler, and death god. Of course, we are not the heirs of Cornwall. "

Feisi suddenly took a step forward and grabbed the back of Yan Ji's head, forcing Yan Ji to look directly at herself: "We are prisoners who escaped from prison, puppets who backfired, and test subjects to kill doctors."

Faith's emerald green eyes were like ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, and Yan Ji felt unable to move his body, as if caught in a nightmare from which he could not break free.

Faith's smile was as sweet as candy, as if her lover was whispering: "This world is so absurd. Beasts eat people, and when they put on a human top hat, they become human. The servant with the whip bows——

"'Good morning, miss'."

Faith choked her throat, not knowing who she was imitating, her voice was as sharp as fingernails scraping across the blackboard, her tone was as flattering as syrup sticking to her teeth: "Good morning, miss, good afternoon, miss..."

"...do you know what it's like not to sleep? At first you just feel sleepy, and then your limbs start to ache, and then five days later you'll be woken up because you're constantly falling asleep, ten days later you start hallucinating, fifteen days later Then you start mutilating yourself, knocking out your own eyes, scratching every piece of your skin. Miss, Miss doesn’t even have to sleep curled up in a cage.”

Every time Faith said a word, she moved a little closer to Yan Ji. Yan Ji tried her best to avoid it, but her body could not move. She could only watch as Faith got closer and closer, almost touching the tip of her nose.

"Where are the rhododendrons in Slattrug?"

When Yan Ji heard this word, a large number of memory fragments flooded into his mind, and he had a splitting headache for a moment: "You... you first... let go of me."

Faith smiled: "No need, even you will be mine."

The strong sense of danger made Yan Ji feel piercing, his heart erupted like a volcano, and hot magma flowed to his limbs along with his blood.As the pain hit, Yan Ji regained control of his body and pushed Faith away violently.

Faith staggered back a few steps, looked at Yan Ji in disbelief, almost without hesitation, she lifted up the blood-stained white dress, pulled out the Sig Sauer 238 tied to her leg, and aimed the gun at Yan Ji.

"--boom."

Yan Ji only felt a heat on his face.

Faith tried her best to turn her head to look back, with an expression of disbelief on her face, a smile appeared on her face, and she fell to the ground on her back.

Hold the □□ according to Ying, and open the car door.

Blood spattered into Yan Ji's eyes, and the sweet smell of rust made her dazed.Yan Ji cautiously stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, spread his palm, his eyes were scarlet.

Yan Ji's heart beat suddenly as fresh blood came into view.Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain in the forehead.Yan Ji covered his forehead and rubbed his fingertips vigorously.

red,

hot,

fishy smell,

pain……

Too much time has passed, and the hideous wound has faded like a trace of water.However, at this moment, it seemed that something was tumbling inside, struggling to get out.

pain!it hurts!

Yan Ji wished he could smash his head open.

"Save...save...Yan Ji..."

"Yan Ji... save... save me..."

Yan Ji followed the voice and looked.

The shadowy crowd, familiar school uniforms, restless limbs, harsh laughter.

Yan Ji pushed aside the crowd to see Yan Deng.

She is too small, curled up in a corner with her schoolbag in her arms, like a curled up...

Yan Ji didn't know how to describe it, it was neither a hedgehog nor a rabbit.She is too calm, not angry, not afraid, nor numb, as if these bullying is a natural phenomenon that has long been used to, such as cold water in winter and sun exposure in summer.

Yan Ji squatted down and looked at Xiaoyan Deng in the corner.She was surrounded by black image cages, pencil points, water bottles, and sneakers, falling like knives——

"Little monster, little monster, no father, no mother, little monster, little monster, she can't talk."

"Who said people can't speak words..."

"You, you, you, don't, don't, don't, learn, learn, I, I say, say, say, talk, talk, hahaha, hahaha!"

"You don't know, her mother is crazy."

"Nonsense, my mother said her mother sold it! Yes!"

"No! Her mother is a lunatic, and her family is all lunatics. My father said that she will also be a lunatic in the future, and won't let me play with her."

"Where's her father?"

"My mother said that her father was a scavenger, and she didn't pay for whoring!"

Yan Ji stared at Xiao Yandeng, as if she didn't hear, she hugged her schoolbag and huddled in a corner of the wall in a defensive posture, her expression was calm, her eyes were calm, and even her breathing was calm.Suddenly, Xiao Yandeng raised his head, and his calm eyes seemed to be illuminated by the sun, shining brightly.

Yan Ji turned his head and saw himself when he was young.

so unfamiliar.

More like a dragon than an enraged lion cub, a good-natured little dragon ready to blow fire and destroy towns.

Eleven or twelve-year-old Yan Ji, with short messy hair like a tomboy, short sleeves with crooked collar, sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, with a dirty football hooked in his arms, his face full of displeasure and impatience: "You guys Which school?"

"Can you handle it?"

Xiao Yanji threw up the football and kicked it, the football flew directly into the belly of the yellow-haired boy who was talking, and only heard a scream. It is an earthworm arching on the ground.

The football rolled back to Xiao Yanji's feet, and she raised her foot to step on it: "You dare to talk to me like that, you are tired of work."

Yan Ji looked at himself when he was a child, and couldn't help laughing: How arrogant.

At this moment, a call came from beside my ear: "Yan Ji."

Yan Ji stood up suddenly, dizzy for a while, the scene in front of him was like ripples on the surface of the water, blurred and noisy, countless people were cursing, countless hands were beating, they were vying to push Yan Ji into the abyss.

It hurts...my head hurts...

Yan Ji supported the ping-pong table and stood up. The corners of the cement table were stained with blood, staining the gray cement into a maroon.

it hurts...

Yan Ji reached out to touch his forehead, spread his palms, his eyes were scarlet.

Huh, huh, huh... Yan Ji panted again and again, the pain brought uncontrollable anger, the anger burned in his heart, blazing, burst out, and burned everything!

Yan Ji grabbed a piece of brick that was used as a baffle on the table, turned around and raised his arm to slap it vigorously. The boy was half a head taller than Yan Ji, and he was crowded in the crowd shouting something. , the boy's entire profile seemed to be cut and split by blood.

"Yan Ji!"

Yan Ji was startled and bumped into the railing behind him.

Ying Zhao hurriedly pulled her back: "Yan Ji, am I talking? Look at me, take a deep breath, inhale, exhale, inhale..."

Yan Ji made a rough sound, before he could take a deep breath: "Huh...yes...huh, you rescued the teacher! Huhu...I..."

Ying Zhao secretly speculated, without revealing anything, stroking Yan Ji's back to help her calm down: "Talk slowly, starting from the first text message you send me."

Yan Ji was so anxious that he didn't have the heart to talk to her in detail, so he asked in a hoarse voice: "Director Ying... huh, have you... seen my teacher?"

Ying Zhao saw that there were ferocious pinch marks on his neck, which was blue and purple, and every word he uttered was extremely painful, probably because he hurt his throat.It was only a few hours away from being separated from the police station, and I don't know how much the child has suffered.

Ying Ying weighed it up and said: "I received your second text message on the way to Ji's Pharmaceutical, 'Dangerous, please be careful'. I first went to the city bureau to apply for a gun, and... I heard an explosion on the road... ..."

Yan Ji's face turned pale when she heard this, she didn't listen to what Ying Zhao said later, she pushed Ying Zhao away, stumbled and ran to the car on the side of the road.

Ying Zhao took a look at the corpse on the ground. She couldn't leave the scene of the crime before her colleagues arrived, but Yan Ji's current state was really worrying.Ying Zhao raised his voice and shouted: "Yan Ji, the fire engine and ambulance were already there when I came."

Yan Ji didn't listen at all, and just kept walking forward.

Climbing the slope was already strenuous, and she was seriously injured. She stumbled and tripped over a tree branch lying on the ground, and immediately rolled down the slope.

"Yan Ji!" Ying Zhao stepped forward quickly, which prevented Yan Ji from knocking down the stone steps of the river embankment.

Ying Zhao embraced Yan Ji, checked briefly, and saw that there was no fatal injury, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, it seems that there is more than one troublesome thing."

Ying Zhao recalled the first time she met Yan Ji, she thought the child was miserable at the time, but now it gets worse every time. This time, except for the back of the T-shirt, it is clean, and the whole body is covered with blood, which is not the same as just leaving the battlefield. difference.

Yan Ji woke up again and was already in the hospital.She raised her arm to look at the infusion needle, tore off the adhesive tape and pulled out the needle.Yan Ji held the needle and didn't know how to dispose of the medical waste, and was afraid that the medicine would drip on the ground, so he tied a knot and hung it on the shelf.

The policewoman who was in charge of taking care of Yan Ji finished the call and gently opened the door, only to see that the quilt was spread out evenly, but the girl on the bed was gone.What was missing at the same time was the blood-stained suit that was sent to be tested on the phone just now.

The policewoman immediately walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door—"Boom, boom, boom"

"Is there anyone in there?"

The policewoman waited for a few seconds after asking, but when she saw no reply, she remembered the instructions she should follow, and immediately unlocked the door and rushed in.

Yan Ji, who had been standing behind the door, walked out quietly.

When the policewoman went to the nurse's desk for consultation, Yan Ji had already taken the elevator downstairs.She was wearing a plain hospital gown, her face was pale and calm, like a patient who had come out for a walk to breathe.

"Girl, where are you going?" The taxi at the entrance of the hospital asked for business, "It's cloudy, let's get in the car."

Yan Ji touched his pocket and thanked politely: "No, thank you."

The only pockets I had were house keys and a sketching pen.

Yan Ji walked aimlessly along the sidewalk, neither looking at nor thinking about anything.

The streets are the same as usual, the cars exhale smoke, tears flow from the pores of people, the corners of the floor tiles that are not cracked are missing, and the cicadas lie in the shade of the trees and yell: If you miss it, there will be no such good cicadas.

There are several layers of dark clouds under the scorching sun, and the sky is overcast, hot and dry.

Yan Ji walked to the downstairs of Building 19 in Zhengguang New Village, the gauze on his arm was soaked with sweat, and the wound was stinging with pain.Thinking about the 1 yuan behind the microwave oven, she shook her arms and went upstairs.

The word "Fu" on the door was torn off by some brat, it was drawn by Yan Ji himself, with a lot of thought, inside the word "Fu is a blessing if the common people are warm, and the safety of the daughter is spring", and Stamped.

Zhang Gongyu worked in the Collection Department of the National Museum. He is proficient in literature and history, good at restoration, and has superb skills in engraving gold and stone seals.

Yan Ji stared at the bare door for a while, then lowered his head and took out the key.

The key was stuck against the keyhole, and it couldn't be inserted no matter what.Yan Ji bent down to look at the brand new cross lock, the brass was shiny.

Yan Ji held the key, turned around and went downstairs.

After walking a few steps, the key slipped from her hand and fell into the gap in the corridor.Yan Ji walked down one step at a time, and saw the key lying on the steps on the first floor.

She passed the key and walked out of the corridor.

Raindrops had already begun to leak outside, falling in a steady stream.Yan Ji turned around and walked back, bent down to pick up the key, and walked towards the trash can.

Lifting the lid of the trash can, Yan Ji's calm expression cracked a little.

A piece of paper was pressed under the not-so-clean watermelon rind, revealing a beautiful bronzing pattern on one corner.Yan Ji raised his hand, slowly and stagnantly pinched the corner and pulled it out.

It's a certificate that reads—

Student Yan Ji:

All-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor, excellent grades, and was rated as a three-good student.

This certificate is hereby issued as an encouragement.

The light rain turned heavy, and the raindrops hit the award certificate with crackling patters, and the stiff coated paper was soaked quickly, limp and limp, sticking wet to the back of Yan Ji's hand.

"Yan Ji."

Yan Ji crumpled up the certificate and threw it into the trash can together with the key.

Ying Zhao was holding a navy blue umbrella with a police badge printed on it.Her makeup was decent, but her eyes were dark and black, but even foundation and concealer couldn't cover it.

With a psychological safety distance of three or four meters, Ying Zhao was lucky: "Why are you here..."

Yan Ji snatched the white: "I will collect the teacher's treatment expenses as soon as possible."

Ying Zhao's eyes gradually became serious, but a relieved smile appeared on his face: "All the injured are receiving rescue, don't worry."

Yan Ji nodded his head, wanted to say something, his lips pursed, and he nodded again.

Ying Zhao approached slowly, tilted the umbrella towards Yan Ji: "Your injuries are still not healed, go back to the hospital first."

"No." Yan Ji blurted out, retreated into the rain, and shook his head, "I still have some things to do, I'll see the teacher when I'm done."

Ying Zhao saw that her expression was serious, and her tone was more gentle: "Okay, then you should rest at home and don't run around outside, your teacher will worry."

Yan Ji nodded, and replied seriously: "Yes, I know." After saying that, she continued, "Director Ying, you have something to do beforehand."

Ying Zhao took out his vibrating mobile phone and glanced at the message, then handed the umbrella to Yan Ji: "The bad guys haven't been caught yet, you stay at home and don't go out, pay attention to safety."

Yan Ji nodded obediently, and reached out to take the umbrella.

Ying Zhao drove away, looked at Yan Ji who was slowly shrinking in the rearview mirror, and thought about the current turbulent situation, with a sense of foreboding in his heart.

Yan Ji was wearing a plain hospital gown, and the police badge was prominently displayed on the navy blue umbrella.She stood alone in the middle of the road, the rain was getting worse, and her trouser legs were wet in a short while.

Yan Ji stood in the rain for a long time, then turned and walked towards the corridor.

Five minutes later, she appeared on the roof.

The old district of Zhengguang New Village did not pay much attention to architectural aesthetics at that time. The roof and roof of the building were flat, and a half-meter-high fence was built around the edge.

In addition to the water heater on the roof, there are all kinds of garbage.There are brightly colored kites, rusty signal pots, whitish black plastic bags stuck to waterproof asphalt, red bed sheets hooked to nails on wooden boards, and thousands of abandoned rubbish are beaten by the rain, giving off a rotten smell.

Yan Ji walked slowly along the fence, as if picking a suitable location.

It was an afternoon on a working day, with dark clouds covering the sun and a slight drizzle of rain. Passers-by in the neighborhood were in a hurry, and idlers retreated into their homes. Who would look up at the roof of the building?

Someone is watching.

The bald head went around to park the car in front of the building, stretched out his hands to squeeze the sore back of his neck, and lay back on the back of the chair.This angle is just right, and you can see the figure on the roof. If you want to keep it at the same distance as the previous two times, you will suffer from cervical spondylosis if you keep it by yourself.

The bald head looked at Yan Ji who was in a daze on the edge of the roof, and complained: "Jump if you want to, what are you talking about. Fuck, I'm sleepy."

Although he complained in his mouth, his bald head did not dare to slack off, his small eyes were wide open, staring intently at the police umbrella on the roof.

Looking at it, the bald head began to feel sleepy.He took out a cigarette and lit it, pressed the car window and flicked the ash out, the rain was a little cool on the back of his hand.

Even cooler was a hand stretched out from under the car door.

The bald head felt his hand being held, and before he had time to react, he saw a human face poured out of the car window.Yan Ji clenched the bald head's wrist with both hands, using his arm as a lever, and using the side of the car window as a fulcrum, he lifted his feet off the ground and pressed all his body's strength up.

Accompanied by the "click" sound of bones breaking, the bald head was pried away.He jumped up and slammed into the roof of the car—

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Hearing the ear-piercing screams, Yan Ji raised a finger: "Shh, don't disturb the people."

His bald head hurt so much that his face was flushed and he was sweating profusely.

Yan Ji reached out and pressed the door lock.The bald head immediately grabbed Yan Ji's arm, trying to break it with all his strength.

The healed wound on Yan Ji's arm was torn again, and blood dripped onto the car door, leaving a streak of scarlet.

Yan Ji's lips were pale, and his tone was calm: "I suggest you let go, it's good for both of us."

A bald grin——

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The rusty iron nail was pierced into the bald head's right forearm, and the small half was exposed, shaking with his twitching muscles.

Yan Ji went around to the right, opened the rear door, bent down and sat in.

The bald head turned pale with fright, and immediately pulled the car door to escape.The car door was unlocked, but could not be pushed open.The bald man was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He poked his head out to look, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger.

At some point, the handlebars of the car were wrapped with dense circles of kite strings, binding the front and rear doors to death.

The bald head retracted, the same type of kite string fell from the top of his head, his neck tightened instantly, the bald head hurriedly pulled it, and a hard thing pressed against his waist.

"How dare you!" The bald head held his neck high, his mouth trembling, "In broad daylight, you are breaking the law, intentional injury, do you know that? What are you thinking... cough cough cough! Eldest sister, you are not a beautiful woman, please forgive me!" !"