I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

Below her came the roar of a locomotive.

Someone yelled downstairs, and she couldn't understand a word, but she heard the Chinese word 'Tong Rui' from their mouths.

She touched the gun and got out of bed, leaned against the window and looked down.

The person downstairs threw a box on the ground, and the box rolled forward for two weeks before it remained still.

When she went downstairs, the biker had already left, leaving only the sealed cardboard box behind.

She walked around the box slowly, and there seemed to be fluid oozing from the downward side.

Under the moonlight, she couldn't see it clearly, but felt that it looked like blood.

She quickly opened the carton, and suddenly saw Tong Rui inside. She was curled up in a strange position, her eyes closed, and her whole body was shaking.

She knelt down with a frown, trying to reach out and touch her exposed side face.

Tong Rui raised her head as if sensing it——

She stopped breathing.

I saw scenes that I would never want to recall in my life.

77. Weird ☆7

Tong Rui's left face was swollen high, the epidermis was festered, covered with strings of blisters, and still dripping with wet blood.

There were even a few criss-cross scratches from the eyelids to the earlobe. The wound pulled the flesh and turned outward, and the broken pus flowed into the wound, and slowly dripped down her chin on the ground.

A sound of 'click' shocked the two people who were immersed in the pessimistic world, and even awakened the violent grief hidden deep in the soul of A and B.

She pressed down and asked Tong Rui sternly, "Did that man do it?"

Tong Rui showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and her soft and sweet voice in the past was especially harsh to her ears.The sound is intermittent, like a mouth blower that is about to be scrapped.

"My... little... sweetheart..."

Tong Rui tried to look up at her, reaching out his hand as if wanting to touch her cheek.

Her hands were not as smooth and delicate as before, slender and beautiful.

The hands that are now climbing her face are as ugly and shocking as the left side of her face.It is full of dense blood bubbles, so fragile that it will burst when touched.

She didn't even dare to hold her hand, she was afraid that it would hurt her.

Tong Rui's bloody fingers slid across the corner of her mouth, and she tasted a sweet and bitter taste.

"Don't... go to him..."

Her voice was dry and harsh, and her words were still a little vague: "Pretend... nothing happened... I... I just hope you, you are safe..."

She leaned lightly on her shoulder, closed her eyes as if she was smiling, but also seemed to be crying.

"You...you're fine..."

Tong Rui opened his eyes to look at her, his eyes were still deep and charming.

"Can you... hug me?"

"what happened?"

She unconsciously lowered her voice.

Tong Rui made a few hurried breaths, intending to tease her, but her voice was tinged with tears.

"My leg...is broken...maybe...I won't be able to walk in the future..."

At that moment, she deeply realized what depression is; what is discomfort; what is grief.

She knelt down in front of Tong Rui with her head bowed.

Her eye sockets were wet, and she felt something slipping from her eyes.

She whimpered.

For the first time, I burst into tears.

Her hands trembling as she hugged Tong Rui, she said as if feeling something: "Forget it... Live well..."

Her rare voice choked up: "I'll take you away."

Tong Rui asked tremblingly, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to finish my mission."

"Okay." Tong Rui smiled and said, "It's good to be with you..."

"But I... may bring you... danger..."

"I stole from him..."

"Is the thing important?" She lowered her head and asked her, "Why didn't you return it to him?"

"It's very important..." Tong Rui smiled apologetically, "Leave it to you..."

"I do not want."

Tong Rui looked at her with a hoarse voice: "Originally, I wanted to use it...to plan... our future life..."

"I may...can't wait...our future..."

Tong Rui's tears soaked the skirt of her chest.

"I want you to... live a safe and normal life... I'm sorry..."

"But I'm a thief... I have no money... I can't support my ideas..."

"I stole his gold bars... and a batch of diamonds..."

"I hid it... I want to leave it to you..."

"Diamonds...are processed...you just have to sell them...you won't get caught..."

"These... are enough for you to live a normal life..."

Tong Rui smiled hastily at her, and reached out to touch her lips.

"Don't...be a killer..."

"very dangerous……"

78. Weird ☆8

She brought Tong Rui to Yangshuo, and the mercenaries sent by the man chased after her.

Tong Rui apologized to her more than once when they hid in order to avoid being chased and killed.

"Leave me...and live well..."

"Shut up." She pushed her wheelchair into an alley quickly, "The sound is terrible."

Behind them followed two or three men in black.

The alley was remote and sparsely populated. A mercenary shot at her and hit her in the arm.

She fought back, hitting one of them in the calf.

She took the opportunity to run away desperately with Tong Rui, passing by an old house, the door was open, and a young man was resting on a rocking chair in the alley.

She gritted her teeth and pushed open the door.

The young man opened his eyes to look at her, but didn't make a sound.

She aimed her gun at the young man's forehead.

She put her finger between her lips to signal silence, and took Tong Rui to hide in the back room.

Soon, the mercenaries opened the gate of the house.

They asked the young man in a rather polite tone if he had seen the two wounded women.

The young man silently looked at the uninvited guest, but finally shook his head.

He shielded them.

They were recuperating in his house, and this young man was the target of her sniping.

She asked Liao Muqiu: "You picked up a painting in Moscow, where is it?"

He replied: "The painting is not with me."

"Painting brought you death."

"That painting was intentionally placed at the street corner by a leading boss in Moscow out of boredom. The purpose was to hunt down an unlucky guy. Then he hired killers at a high price to hunt him down, and finally opened a gamble, betting on the date of death of the unlucky guy. This bet is to launder money for yourself."

"A life is worth a life." She told him, "Give me the painting, and I won't kill you."

The painting was in the hands of an appraiser, and it took five days to send it to Yangshuo.

When she got the painting, she told him in a good mood: "I saw a man on the street today, very similar to the man in your room."

Liao Muqiu looked up at her, but didn't speak.

She pushed Tong Rui to bask in the sun in the yard, her gaze fell on her scabbed left cheek.Tong Rui held her hand and smiled slowly at her.

There is still a smile uglier than crying, and the beautiful and charming Miaoman woman in the past no longer exists after all.

She lightly kissed the corner of Tong Rui's mouth, then turned to look at Liao Muqiu, "He was buying candy at West Street, and asked the uncle for the word 'autumn'. After reading it for a long time, he couldn't bear to bite it. It's really interesting."

Liao Muqiu was still just looking at her.

"I followed him." She said again: "Do you want to know where he lives?"

"Are you sure it's him?" He denied her: "You haven't seen him."

"I'm a killer." She rarely joked with him, "You are my target, and it's my professional ethics to investigate you."

"It's him." She looked at him and confirmed, "His name is Nanbei."

"where does he live?"

"I won't tell you for now."

She pushed Tong Rui back into the house, and before leaving, a slightly smiling sentence floated over.

"Let me test him out for you, and bring it back to you in a few days."

"You can be with him at ease."

Liao Muqiu looked at her back as she entered the room, thinking for a long time.

She took Tong Ruigu to the inn rented by Nanbei, and the man was shocked for a while when he saw her.

Tong Rui's health deteriorated day by day, her face was disfigured by the boiling water, and her vocal cords were scalded.

She rarely speaks, and she knows she has a sore throat.

At night, when they embraced and fell asleep, Tong Rui would always place a kiss on her forehead.

She would respond with a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

She learned to be close to her, to be gentle with her, to smile at her.

This will make Tong Rui happy.

They knew full well that her time was numbered.

79. Weird ☆9

Nanbei has a firm stance on love. He pursues casual freedom and maintains affectionate and single-mindedness.

He respects emotions, and he respects his lover more.

He is not subject to her teasing, even though he is still a straight man in his bones.

Nanbei said that she didn't understand love.

She didn't respond in the endless street, but she agreed in the dead of night.

Tong Rui's breathing was short and painful, accompanied by weak groans.

She curled up her body like a shrimp, and the violent cough was like an alarm bell, hitting her brain one after another, echoing in her ears continuously.

Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, slowly staining the white bed sheet red.

With imperceptible tremors, she stretched out her hands for Tong Rui.

Suddenly, her hoarse and dry voice came to her ears.

"Tomorrow... can you prepare a piece of paper and a pen for me?"

"I want...to leave you...something..."

Tong Rui looked up at her, still smiling.She tried her best to suppress the pain, lowered her voice, and her tone was as gentle as ever.

For some reason, she felt sad.Looking at Tong Rui, she suddenly shed tears.

Tong Rui wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "Why are you crying..."

She didn't know why she was crying, but she just wanted to cry.

Time has never been kind to her, forcing her to become an executioner.

Tong Rui's hand that touches the pen is unsteady and always trembles, but she can always give her almost extreme tenderness.

When writing, Tong Rui would look at her and smile from time to time, but if she didn't speak, she would