[Comprehensive] Ambition Execution

"...Although the radio station has withdrawn the appeal, it can't be like this in the future...haha."

Coming out of the police station, Amon followed the taciturn Tuwashe through the night of the city.In the dim light of the street lights, there were people hugging and kissing.Mozart's music wafts from the balcony instead of sad, brooding Bach.The fog covering the city was dissipating, and Amon smiled, but he didn't see the deep melancholy and confusion in the eyes of Tuwashe who was walking ahead.

Turning through the deep alleys, new streets appear, and the Tuwashe store is close at hand.

Different from the previous gothic style, the storefront is decorated with golden lights in the night, and the small light bulbs radiate brilliance like bright diamonds.The whole store is like a little sun planted on the dark city ground.As the breeze blows, the wooden bells carved into roses make a simple knocking sound.The scent of flowers and chocolate pours from the opened glass doors...

"Surprise!"

The suicide props that once stood on the counter have been replaced by hyacinth daisies, and children jumping out of their hiding places comically open their arms in a welcome gesture.

Tuwashe looked at the unrecognizable suicide specialty store, but didn't speak.

Brother Amon touched his nose in embarrassment: "It's not bad, Valentine's Day is coming soon, and the couple-themed store is unique!"

The blades I sharpened, the revolvers I reloaded, the gun barrels cleaned by myself, the Japanese guns I oiled myself, the desert scorpions I fed myself...all of them are gone, the shop is covered with stupid flowers, and the stupid candy And the perfume used to please women, and the unscrupulous smile shown in front of the scarred and wounded... The sweet breath almost suffocated Tuwashe.

His thin body shook slightly, and then he supported his forehead.

"... Tuwashe?"

The children's smiles stiffened, and the atmosphere became a little strange.

"Know why I'm peddling death?"

Tuwashe, who turned around, was as calm as ever, but Amon's keen nerves felt a sense of depression.

Tuwashe's pale hand picked up a pot of cornflowers, turned around as if picking a potted plant, and then—bang—suddenly, the flowerpot fell from between his fingers, splashing mud and pottery fragments, and Tuwashe's gaze went from The cornflower that symbolizes happiness on the ground was lifted to Amon's face, and the dark eyes like ink were beyond the reach of all the brilliance...

"Because I understand the pain of living, I will linger on and help people die."

Amon wanted to say something, but Tuwashe turned around, wiped his fingers with a white handkerchief, and walked neatly towards the shelf against the wall.

The drawers were pulled out one by one, and they were thrown on the ground indifferently.until--

Tuwashe picked up the gun lying in the silk, stroked the back of the silver gun, and used his slender fingers to put the silver-golden bullets into the bullet nest one by one.Click—turn the wheel, and aim the slender barrel at Amon.

"You mock my pain so defiantly..."

The sound of the gun made all the stunned friends tremble, and the green smoke from the gun barrel rose up and disappeared into the ceiling in the light.Only the children who are awakened can believe it-this is a real shooting!Tuwashe is going to shoot Angus!

Brother Amon is very hard.

After 13 years, he only thought that Tuvashe had depression, but he didn't expect that Tuwashe was mentally ill-and he was not seriously ill.

The 13-year-old boy's body is growing, and the white shirt flutters in the night wind and movement, outlining his slender waist.Amon slammed aside, the bullet broke the glass, and the car on the road braked sharply.Bang—the cars on both sides had no time to react, and then hit the car.Amon climbed onto the roof of the car, using the car as an obstacle, and ran forward along the road.

The cool wind blows away the heat of sweat.

Tuwashe's marksmanship is really good...

The bullet pierced through the palm supporting the roof of the car, and Amon fell to the concrete floor with a wry smile.

The iron frame of the viaduct reflected a heavy figure in the city lights not far away.Traffic jams were caused along the way, and even the police were unable to pursue the scene of the crime because they were blocked halfway.In order to prevent Tuwashe's bullet from accidentally shooting the people in the car, Amon climbed to a high place and stood on the bridge railing, leaving a pool of blood on the Citroen's windshield that his palm passed.

Amon saw Tuwashe standing in the gap between the vehicles on the fork, and the man was slowly approaching - for more accurate shooting.

Amon raised his hands in surrender, and Jiang Feng flipped his shirt and short black hair, his smile flickering in the scattered headlights.

"Don't be angry, Tuvache."

The boy's voice was clear and sweet, like a stream between rocks in the sun.

"Helping others die doesn't make you happy, does it? Developing new suicide tools late into the night, and then swallowing sleeping pills... Isn't the cause you fought for the source of pain? You seem to be covered by an invisible net... I want you to get out of that pain and have an easy life."

"It's self-righteous again, don't say it as if you know me."

Tuwashe's face twisted slightly, "Pain is the price you have to pay for living, and pain is the ransom you pay to the devil...Only pain can repay pain."

"This kind of thinking is too heavy, don't you find it, you have never laughed..."

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the heart, Tuwashe buckled the safety catch, Amon stepped back, blood flowed from his right palm down his wrist, "Tutwashe, this is too serious...I just want to make you happy, don't be angry ..."

"I'd be happy if you were dead."

With the sound of the trigger being pulled, the bullets were not fired because they were used up.Tuwashe frowned, but he still noticed that the teenager standing on the bridge showed a dejected smile - he didn't escape easily, he put down his palm, and the backflowing blood hit the bridge rail drop by drop , he was smiling, but it made people think of crying.

"All right, Tuvache."

The boy said softly, "I hope you are happy."

He took a step back and disappeared over the bridge.

The fingers holding the revolver were convulsed like needle pricks, and Tuvache smelled the pungent and overwhelming gunpowder smoke from the empty chamber.

Tuwashe rushed to the bridge, and there was nowhere to land, only the dark river surface and the long wind that swept away the birds.

The author has something to say:

I don’t want to write...and force myself to write ＿(:з」∠)＿

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