Boyfriends are crazy

"Let's go! Who the hell made you come up!" Another security guard yelled.

Fu Yanqing turned a deaf ear from the beginning to the end.

Even the security guard rushed over and wanted to reach out to pull him away, but Fu Yanqing pushed him away forcefully.

Fu Yanqing's eyes darkened, his face was pale and sullen, he moved his mouth, stared at the boy firmly, and said harshly, "Where did he go?"

The boy paused first, and then abnormal excitement and madness appeared on his face, "It? You mean that cat?"

Fu Yanqing's face was terribly gloomy, like a monster lying dormant and waiting for an opportunity, its eyes were fixed on the boy's face.

The boy laughed loudly and shook the dagger in his hand, "What do you think?"

The boy laughed even louder, his voice mixed with unmodified malice and pleasure, "Of course I killed him!"

Fu Yanqing clenched his teeth suddenly, almost bleeding, and then there was a hissing sound like a machine in operation.

Seeing his distorted face in pain, the boy smiled even more flamboyantly, and said, "I not only killed it, but also skinned it, threw it into the oil pan, and fed its meat to the side of the road." wild dogs eat."

Fu Yanqing couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed a piece of wood next to him, and rushed straight towards the boy's position.

The burrs on the surface of the wood all pierced into the palm of Fu Yanqing's palm, causing some blood to pierce.

But Fu Yanqing didn't seem to feel the pain, and his eyes were abnormally red.

When the male security guard saw this posture, he felt that something was wrong, and began to walk over two or three times to grab Fu Yanqing's absurd idea of ​​rushing over to give the head away.

But Fu Yanqing's strength was astonishing. Several security guards rushed over to block him, but they failed to subdue him. Instead, he was pushed to the ground by him, and then watched helplessly as this lunatic rushed towards the boy.

The boy laughed, and swung the knife to stab Fu Yanqing's body, just like just now, as long as the knife is stuck into the person's throat and the main artery is pierced, there is no possibility of survival.

But he obviously laughed too early, before he could raise his hand, he was hit by Fu Yanqing with a piece of wood, and then watched helplessly as the knife fell from his hand to the ground.

Fu Yanqing kicked the knife away with his quick eyes and hands, and threw the knife far away, making him completely lose the possibility of fighting back.

Before the boy recovered from the shock, he was grabbed by the neck with his hands.

Fu Yanqing's iron-like arm was astonishingly strong, and he grabbed the boy's neck with one hand and lifted him up.

The boy was terrified. The strong sense of suffocation and weightlessness covered his head like a tsunami, and he seemed to be strangled by a dense group of snakes. He was desperate, and he had no chance to call for help.

The security guards on the side were stunned, their eyes hurting. When the boy was pinched until he was foaming at the mouth and about to die of suffocation, they finally came to their senses, and all of them jumped on him.

Some went to pull Fu Yanqing's hand, and some went to break off the fingers of Fu Yanqing's pinching hand. The scene was so chaotic.

Fu Yanqing's body surface was hot, but his bones were icy cold.

Even if others stopped him, he would firmly hold onto the boy's neck, refusing to separate no matter what.

Finally, a security guard had no choice but to watch him strangle the boy to death. If he strangled the man, he would also go to jail, and they couldn't ignore it.

So the security guard also picked up the stick on the ground and slammed it on Fu Yanqing's elbow.

"Boom", the boy fell to the ground.

Fu Yanqing's bones also made a "cracking" sound, blood flowed out with a "crash", and his fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

Afraid that he would go crazy again, the security guard held his other hand nervously, and hurriedly said, "He has killed someone now, and he is an adult, no matter what, the law will sentence him. If you kill him now ! Even if you ruin your future, you will also go to jail!"

Fu Yanqing's expression was cold and unconcerned, with a piercing chill, and he didn't know if he had listened to the security guard's advice, his whole face was extremely numb, and he didn't speak.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, Fu Yanqing didn't do anything crazy again.

The security guards on the side have also subdued the murderous boy.

The police have also rushed into the school gate and are rushing upstairs.

The howling wind made Fu Yanqing's cheeks ache, his numb head was tilted, and there was incomprehensible despair deep in his eyes.

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"It's scary, it's so scary, but fortunately it's subdued, I'm about to be scared to death?"

"How many people died? How could there be such a lunatic? I don't even know this person! It's too scary!"

"I don't know, what's going on, how can I say I'm crazy, I'm crazy, there is a knife, he is in the class next to me, when I heard that he was killing people, my legs almost went limp."

"Hey, I seemed to see Fu Yanqing rushing upstairs just now?"

"Right, right, didn't you see the news posted on the school's confession wall? I heard that someone saw Fu Yanqing subdue a lunatic with a knife with a stick, and strangled him to death."

"Wori, so awesome, is he so fierce? Why didn't he resist when others bullied him before?"

"Huh? If you don't say that I really didn't realize this problem, my God, I suddenly feel that Fu Yanqing is really manly and generous, my God!"

"Right, it's frightening and unbelievable to think about it. If Fu Yanqing resisted before, who would dare to chew his tongue behind his back?"

"Damn it! Look at the roof! Is there a person standing there?"

"Damn, it seems to be really, it seems to be a man."

"Is that Fu Yanqing? Isn't it? It seems!"

"Fuck, it really is."

"What's the situation?"

The wind was still howling, spraying on Fu Yanqing's face.

The drizzle as dense as willow catkins began to cut small holes in the dark clouds, and fell drop by drop.

The cold wind made Fu Yanqing's nose red, but he didn't seem to feel the cold, and he still stared numbly at the distant place ahead.

He looked at his feet, there was a dense crowd standing below, and countless heads were raised at this moment, as if they were performing some ancient and mysterious ceremony.

As long as he lifts his legs and takes a small step forward, he will be suspended in the air, then lose weight, and finally fall straight down. The mud piled up from the blood will lie limp on the ground, and the fishy smell will spread in the air, and it will not go away for a long time.

Thinking of this, Fu Yanqing raised his legs, and before he could really put into practice what was in his mind, suddenly, two meows as low as mosquitoes sounded from behind him.

Fu Yanqing's eyes widened suddenly, as if his dead heartbeat revived at this moment like the tide breaking a bank.

He turned around and left the extremely dangerous position just now.

A snow-white cat was staring at Fu Yanqing's direction with its sapphire blue eyes, slightly raised its head, and let out a small cry.

Fu Yanqing couldn't bear it anymore, his heart was almost jumping out of his throat, he rushed towards him, trembling like a homeless puppy, with a sobbing sound from his mouth.

"It's good that you're fine, it's good that you're fine." Fu Yanqing's voice was as rough as sea salt, with a little youthful but green voice.

The kitten stretched out its head, touched Fu Yanqing's chin, and then rubbed against it. Its movements were very lazy, and it looked very cute.

"Xibai, Xibai." Fu Yanqing unconsciously called the other person's name, with a sobbing voice in his mouth, hoarse.

But the strange thing is that this kitten didn't respond much to the name, and still just relied on the instinct of the body to rub against the boy's chin and neck, very well-behaved.

The joy that had just risen on Fu Yanqing's face collapsed at this moment, and tears flowed from his sour eyes, even hitting the kitten's neck.

The kitten didn't seem to understand why the boy was crying so hard, he tilted his snow-white head, stretched out his paws, and began to lick the fur on his body with all his heart.

It's just an ordinary cat doing what he likes to do all the time,

Fu Yanqing hugged his arm tightly, his teeth were chattering, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground bit by bit, on Fu Yanqing's hair, face, and clothes... .

Moist black hair hangs around the corners of his eyes, but the fundus of his eyes is gray and white, and the blood has faded away.

Like falling into the clouds, like facing the abyss, without the slightest life.

Suddenly, Fu Yanqing seemed to have noticed something, a dim light flashed in his gray eyes, and the out-of-focus eyes began to refocus.

Even the wailing in his mouth was swallowed back into his stomach at this moment.

He carefully picked up the cat, and with sharp eyes, he noticed that there was a piece of cloth with writing in the cat's mouth.

His heartbeat speeded up, and his breathing became rapid.

He quickly unfolded the cloth, quickly read the content above at a glance and ten lines, and before he could digest it, the cloth disappeared in front of his eyes like air in the next second.

Fu Yanqing seemed to understand something, and his eyes gradually became extremely determined.

"Is that so?" His throat tightened and he murmured, as if talking to himself.

"You can't end your life by suicide, you must die in a logical form." Fu Yanqing recalled the contents of the piece of paper just now in a calm tone.

"Only in this way can we meet him again..."

Fu Yanqing's chest vibrated, and a low voice came from his throat, half laughing or crying.

I don't know if it was tears or rain, but Fu Yanqing's eyes condensed on his eyelashes, and his eyes also completely cooled down, but it was not the kind of desperate and suffocating coldness, as if he had some new plans.

Fu Yanqing slowly stood up from the ground, the elbow of his right hand was still bleeding slowly, he held the kitten firmly in his arms, as if he couldn't feel any pain, as if his body didn't Nervous function.

His eyes are very firm, like sharp knives, with a sharp edge.

The rain didn't know when it stopped, and the humidity in the air was mixed with the smell of blood.

The cold wind also blew the corner of the boy's clothes and lifted the broken hair on his forehead.

Fu Yanqing's voice was muffled, without any fluctuation in tone, "Let's go home."

what will happen tomorrowWho knows.