sincerity of lies

Ji Xun quickly read all the contents in the notebook.

In just one or two minutes, a normal person can't even finish reading a diary, but his brain has already frozen everything he saw into pictures and stored them in his memory.

The words in the painting, lined up in rows and columns, told him a...

A spooky story.

Ji Xun was silent, countless thoughts and conjectures gathered into a huge tornado, spinning and wreaking havoc in his brain, until he realized that the other two were watching them.

They were waiting for him, and for the notebook in his hand.

Find a safe place first.Ji Xun silently pointed upwards.

Mr. Liu's residence on the fourth floor is not connected to this place, so they can sit down there and talk about the diary.

They found a place to sit upstairs, and Ji Xun also gave Huo Ranyin the rest of the content.

He flipped all the way to the fifth copy.

deck log

The 8th voyage March 1976, 4

Deck Cleaning Crew: Many

Event: Violent conflict erupts between sailors and management.

Turn it over, and behind it is a joint diary signed by three people.

1976. 4, 16

When we woke up, when we were still grieving for the dead Cao Hang, many people hurried in from the outside, bringing a piece of news.

"Something happened!"

"What's the big deal?"

"Fu Ge is dead!"

Fu Ge died.

How—how—died?

Everyone gathered at the door of Fuge's room, and many of them were beside me. With his big arms and round waist, he hid his physique from sandbags with Fuge's name on it in the morning and evening, pushing away the crowd so that Cao Mo and I could see Situation in the room.

Fu Ge is really dead!

Those eyes that were so alive, always staring at us, lost their vitality and became a kind of... a thing that was rotting.I felt scared and noticed that many and Cao Mo were also looking at Fuge.

Duo covered his eyes with his big palm-leaf fan, and peeked at Fu Ge through his fingers; Cao Mo lowered his head, holding his precious cigarette, muttering something in his mouth.

I also peeked.

I saw him lying on the ground, looking at his whole body fat, as if he had eaten a lot of Hesai during the few days of being locked up. I also heard that on the day Cao Hang died, he was still drunk Get drunk and talk drunk!

Of course, the people in the management all denied it, saying that no one would give Fu Ge wine.

Ridiculous, if there is no wine, will Fu Ge get drunk?

However, maybe it was Cao Hang's spirit in the sky. Ever since he got drunk, Fuge was not very well. He vomited several times, and then he became sleepy and couldn't eat anything. He kept saying that the room was stuffy and he couldn't breathe To come out, of course we can't let him out—

In the case of Cao Hang's death, if the mastermind of the murder can walk freely as a matter of course, how wronged is Cao Hang's death!

But unexpectedly, he died suddenly...

By the way, someone actually said that he twitched twice. At that time, we all thought he was pretending to be sick. Maybe he was really sick, or maybe, maybe...

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke out, expressing my heart——

"Good death! Cao Hang has a soul in the sky, come back and find him to settle the score!"

"To shut up!"

"To shut up!"

"To shut up!"

The managers who were guarding the door blushed in anger, twisted their mouths in anger, and roared at us. Among them, the three-tube wheel monkey who was locked in the next room jumped up, danced and shouted in front of the window : "Kill for life! Let Lin Xiaodao pay for his life!"

The audience was in an uproar, and everyone had a balloon in their chest that was about to explode.Instead of gas, this balloon contains hot oil and flames!

Because of Fu Ge and San Guanlun's death, Cao Hang is fine with Fu Ge and San Guanlun; now that Fu Ge is dead and locked in a room, Lin Xiaodao, who is absolutely impossible to do so, will be murdered for his life.

How can there be such a reason in the world!

But we were driven away.

Management rudely removed us from Fuge's door and sent us back to our room.

Many of them no longer ignored the order, and when the management left, he would go straight out and don’t know what to do. Cao Mo smoked silently in the corner, I don’t know what to do, I was in a daze, I was thinking about Cao Hang.

Cao Hang!

We watched him swallow his last breath with our own eyes. He opened his eyes before he died, but he was speechless, unable to say anything, and could only look at us helplessly with those eyes. He wanted to He drank water, but he died before the glass of water was fed into his mouth!

By mid-afternoon, many people still came back with news, telling us:

The second officer found evidence that Lin Xiaodao was the murderer!They want to deal with Lin Xiaodao.

But what is the evidence?

Don't know, no one knows.

We were anxious, anxious, and no one paid any attention to the management's words, so we went out of the room to chat with each other, discussing that they must not let them hurt Lin Xiaodao.

In the end, everyone negotiated and came to a conclusion: when it gets dark, let's go find Brother Long together!

We stayed up until night, met Long Ge, and met Liu Translator in Long Ge's room.

When we arrived, Brother Long and Translator Liu looked very unsightly, and seemed to be in a hurry to go out, as if they were completely unprepared for our arrival.

Brother Long said in a very aggressive tone, "When did you come here?"

I was surprised and said: "Everyone just arrived."

Liu translated: "Why are you here?"

Many chattered: "Come to Brother Long to discuss about Lin Xiaodao, the management wants to kill Xiaodao!"

Brother Long's tone was still very aggressive, and his expression was not good: "The management has long wanted to catch your fault. You came here in such a hurry, didn't you give them a handle? Go back quickly, I know this matter, I Stand up to them, nothing will happen to the knife, work hard and protect yourself!"

I...we don't know how to thank Brother Long in our hearts!

At this time, Translator Liu sighed: "Don't talk big, the management has a gun in their hands, how can you stand up to them? If they are in a hurry, they will give you a shot and throw the body off the boat. Death will be in vain."

We're terrified.

Cao Mo, who had always been silent, said harshly, "What are you afraid of? He only has one gun. If he dares to take it out, I'll block the hole. You can avenge me and Cao Hang and kill them all!"

Both Cao Mo and Cao Hang have the surname Cao, they came from the same village, and they have some twists and turns in their relationship... Sigh.

While everyone is sad, they feel even more resentful.

The fire couldn't be contained anymore, everyone surrounded Brother Long and Translator Liu, rushed to the management's residence, knocked on the door and windows, and yelled at each other, not a single coward in there dared to say anything!

We scolded for an hour or two, and Lin Xiaodao heard it in the middle, and joined us in the room laughing and cursing. We thought of Lin Xiaodao, rushed over and smashed the door to let him out.

Finally we went to rest.

1976. 4, 17

When I woke up, a strange thing happened.Everyone seems to be hiding something. Several times I saw someone holding a blank piece of paper, concealed and sneaky. As soon as they saw someone coming, they immediately put the paper in their pockets, as if a thief stole something. Priceless baby!

At noon, the truth came out.

With a piece of paper in their arms, many sneaked up to me to read the text on it. I looked down and saw that the paper was written in crooked characters:

"A terracotta figurine in Ms. Huo's luggage is a national treasure, worth several 10 yuan! Liu Yan and Feng Silong discussed in the room at night to swallow up this property!"

I was taken aback, and felt that this matter was simply inexplicable, but seeing the strange faces of the people around me, I realized that they had also picked up the piece of paper.

I was in a hurry: "What bullshit is written here, do you really believe it? It must be a conspiracy by the management."

"Written in black and white... Is this really true? Let Ms. Huo come out and recognize it. Don't forget that when we went yesterday, Translator Liu and Brother Long were going to go out. It was after we came that they changed their minds temporarily. They have A tacit understanding." Many said awkwardly, and hurriedly defended, "I'm not the only one who thinks this way, everyone discusses it this way, what is that called? It's empty—it's groundless, there is always some truth!"

By the evening, the discussion about this matter seemed to be a little bigger.

The second officer also aggressively brought someone to question Brother Long, did he hide Miss Huo's treasure!

In his hand is a piece of paper.

Brother Long argued with the second officer, and then they decided to call Miss Huo.

Later, we saw Miss Huo, and Miss Huo's luggage was brought out.

Brother Long, Translator Liu, and the management are all there.They asked Ms. Huo to unpack the luggage, order something, and see if everything was here.

Well done Long!I applauded in my heart, what did Brother Long want to embezzle Miss Huo's treasure, nonsense, look at her behavior, how open it is, it is obvious that the management wanted to embezzle, but the embezzlement failed. After all, the captain took it away at the beginning. Ms. Huo and Ms. Huo's luggage, and later the luggage was put in the first mate's room - they were all from the management!

It has been five days since Cao Hang was hit by a wine bottle, and it seems that Miss Huo has not appeared in front of us for five days.But today, she looks so beautiful, so moving, so glamorous...

After she finished ordering, she smiled slightly at Brother Long and the second officer: "There's nothing wrong, nothing missing, it's all mine."

We also saw the so-called hundreds of thousands of pottery figurines.

But... It's really disappointing, it's a weird shape, like a bowling pin, and it's only the size of a palm.

We talked a lot, and we couldn't believe that this thing was worth hundreds of thousands!Translator Liu talked a lot about why this thing is worth hundreds of thousands, but we couldn't understand what he said, and Brother Long didn't seem to understand either. He just carefully held the pottery figurine and handed it to Miss Huo.

Then we were attracted by Miss Huo's face again, and the dusty terracotta figurines were left behind.

She has such a beautiful smile.

I think she is smiling at me.

So many people died, and earth-shaking changes took place on the ship, but she has not changed, she is still so beautiful, she still smiles so beautifully...

I, Duo Duo, Cao Mo, and Wu Lele, promise that the diary on this page is all written by myself, and I hereby explain it.

This diary is over.

The next one is the deck log.

deck log

The 8th voyage March 1976, 4

Deck cleaning staff: Wu Lele

Event: Another clash between sailors and management resulted in multiple deaths.

Turn it over, this time the diary on the back is Brother Long's.

This man's words are strong and powerful, which seems to be consistent with the description of him by others.

1976. 4, 21

After tearing our faces apart, we barely managed to hold on for a few more days.

The reason why she was able to do so reluctantly was due to Miss Huo.She is like a lark, flying lightly between us and the management. No matter which side, as long as you hear her voice, no matter how big the anger before, it will be eliminated on the spot; I don't want to tear it apart in front of Miss Huo...

She is our goddess of peace.

I have always thought so, but Translator Liu has a different idea.

Many times, Translator Liu looked at Ms. Huo with incomprehensible eyes. When I asked him, he just smiled at me: "In Chinese, it is the place where blessings come from misfortunes, and where misfortunes come from blessings." V; in a more fashionable language, what you see is not necessarily the truth, but the fact that you want to see."

Cultural people!

I didn't say anything on the surface, but there was a sneer in my heart.

It's really a virtue to be with the captain and the first mate.

These cultural people, no matter what they look like on the outside, are all arrogant and arrogant in their hearts, and they all look down on me in the same way—people like me are not of the same class as them.

The captain was at the top of the ship, so he had no qualms about showing his arrogance.

With the captain on the head of the chief mate, he additionally showed an understanding attitude towards people of different classes, so as to create a completely different image of himself from the captain.But the ghostly tricks hidden in his heart are even worse than the captain's.Although the captain is arrogant, he is not a guy who calculates people behind his back.

As for Liu Translator who just appeared this time, maybe he is the real snake-like guy...

Just this snake, currently on my side.

Yes, this is also a helpless thing.

The captain is dead, the first mate is missing, who else can he rely on?Serious and introverted, he is like a transparent person when the captain and first mate are around, but once he gains power, he is as arrogant as a peacock spreading his tail, is it the second mate who doesn't know how to expose his bare butt completely?

Class isn't everything.

Classes are established by people, and they should be broken by people.

I have always thought so.

What happened on this boat now also faintly proves my thoughts.

Translator Liu is a smart person.

Maybe, I should ask him what he thinks about Miss Huo...

When I asked humbly, Translator Liu didn't play charades anymore.He said: "When we want to fight a fire, is it easier to save when it is just burning, or is it easier to save when it has already burned to a prairie fire?"

"Of course it's easy to save when it's just burning." I replied without thinking, "But doesn't this mean that Ms. Huo is right? In the past few days, whenever there was a dispute between the management and us, it was Ms. Huo who mediated it , she even suffered a lot of grievances."

"But did Ms. Huo really succeed in putting out the fire?" Translator Liu asked me, "After a few days of mediation by Ms. Huo, can you and your sailors get along more peacefully with the management?"

"..."

"Of course not." Translator Liu said, "You even resented Ms. Huo more because she was wronged."

"..."

"Then can this be called firefighting?" Translated by Liu, "Miss Huo is not fighting the fire, she is helping it. She just covered those sparks with a beautiful quilt. She makes you paralyzed and makes you think The spark is extinguished, but the spark is still burning on the ground where people can't see it, waiting to start a prairie fire."

"But why did Ms. Huo do this?" I asked Translator Liu, but this time, Translator Liu didn't give me an answer.

I did not fully believe what Liu translated.Although there is some truth in his words, when you think about it carefully, there are some ridiculous things, such as my last question-why did Miss Huo do this?What good does this do for Miss Huo?

Translator Liu didn't answer, probably because he didn't know how to explain this.

And I can answer him, and many people on board can answer him—it's purely because of Miss Huo's kindness!

But Liu Translator's words are not without reason.

For example, what he said, the conflict between us, the sailors and the management has not been alleviated by Miss Huo's mediation... Yes, as the person involved, my feeling is even more obvious than his... I have a hunch... Liu Translator is probably right. If the conflict broke out earlier, the conflict could still be controlled within a safe range, but now...no one can do anything.The storm is coming soon, and it is a storm that no one can resist...

Ms. Huo probably didn't expect this.She did something bad with good intentions...

But is she really such a shallow woman?

In the limited time I spend with her, every frown and smile of her is the appearance of my dreams, and she even knows me better than myself.

I don't believe it, I don't want to believe it, she will also make the same mistakes that such a lowly mortal woman would make...

I went to see Miss Huo.

The questions in my heart need to be answered by Ms. Huo, but seeing Ms. Huo's innocent face, I feel ashamed of my doubts.

This is really a tarnish for Miss Huo, who wholeheartedly helps us!

Miss Huo saw that I was worried, she tolerantly let me kneel on the ground and hug her legs, let me rest my head on her lap for a long time, her fingers gently combed my hair, my restless heart It also gradually calmed down in this kind of combing.

I am nostalgic for this posture, like a man clinging to his lover, like a child clinging to his mother.

I couldn't help but confided my secret to her... From the moment I got on the boat, the moment I saw her, I fell in love with her!It's just that the captain took her with a horizontal knife!Fortunately, in the end, the captain got what he deserved, and she was finally rescued from the cage.Although I was not the one who directly rescued her, my heart and behavior are exactly the same as the first mate.

"I know." She smiled coquettishly, "I understand."

"Then—" I waited with bated breath for Miss Huo's verdict.What does she think of my heart?Will she accept it?Willing to hold it in your hands as a treasure?

"But it's not appropriate now." Sorrow dyed her brows, "It's not appropriate now."

Now is not the right time, why is it not the right time, and when is the right time?

I kept asking, but Miss Huo didn't speak anymore, she kicked me to the ground indifferently, how gentle she was just now, how cruel she is now.Seeing that I didn't leave, she opened the door of the room and called the second officer!

The second officer stared at me covetously, holding his shotgun in his hand. Since that night, the shotgun never left the second officer's side.

I had no choice but to leave in a panic... like a dog running away with its tail between its legs.

I looked back, and the second mate was talking to Miss Huo with her back to me. Miss Huo was talking to the second mate with a smile on her lips, but I noticed that when I turned my head, her eyes waved towards me.She answered my question just now:

How is it suitable?

Only when I am the master of this ship, only when I have no more enemies - only then!

【——】

(a section of black block repeatedly smeared out with a black pen)

Ji Xun touched the back of this piece of paper with his hand and identified it.

This line reads:

It shouldn't be!What is Miss Huo thinking?What exactly is Miss Huo going to do?Is this the real her?

His fingers stayed on this content for a long time, and after a while, he continued to look down.

—I saw blood.

Cao Mo clashed with the third ship, Cao Mo pressed the cigarette directly on the third ship's face, and the third ship's screams resounded throughout the ship.We rushed out and saw this scene, and before I could react, the conflict had erupted in full swing.

We all took up weapons, and the sound of shouting and killing rang in my ears one after another.

Then there was a short shot—

A sailor fell, and blood spread like flowers across the deck.

It stained the decks red, and it stained my eyes too.

There was no way out, Miss Huo seemed to appear behind me, she pushed me lightly on the shoulder... I also rushed up, rushed into the crowd, and fought with the sailors, my men!

One short shot after another.

Companions fell one after another.

Until they finally protected me and rushed to the second officer, until I finally grabbed the gun, I looked around and saw the third officer holding a boning knife tightly in his hand, and two sailors fell down beside him , his body was in disarray, and he was chopped off by the boning knife; he was hit in the face by Cao Mo, and he was hit so hard that his face was sunk in his head, and he was still beating...

Many grabbed the little follower next to the second officer, and his teeth sank deep into the opponent's throat.

Wu Lele fell to the ground. He didn't know that he had lost one of his legs. He smashed the second tube wheel's stomach and was tearing the contents of the opponent's stomach.

Many people fell down and died.

Management's, ours...but in the end, we won, and it was me.

I, Feng Silong, promise that the diary on this page is all written by myself, and I hereby explain it.

Only the last log remains.This distant, 40-year-old narrative has finally come to an end.

Still a deck log.Perhaps the final story all happened on the deck.

The 8th voyage March 1976, 4

Deck cleaning staff: Cao Mo

Event: The second officer was killed.

Turn it over, there is still a diary attached to the back, and the last diary was written by Translator Liu.

1976. 4, 22

The Buddha said that everything is fate, and nothing can be controlled by others.

I don't believe in Buddhism.I think it's a coincidence, an accident, and the result of our own choices.

When I understand this, I also understand Miss Huo.

Others can't understand Miss Huo because they have already put too many labels on Miss Huo in their hearts: tenderness, kindness, purity, innocence, beauty, innocence...the combination of all beautiful complexes, they turned her into For the God of beauty in my mind.

Even now.

Now that this was caused by Ms. Huo, the blood flowed into the sea, and the corpses piled up like mountains, they didn't realize it immediately. Ms. Huo would also be lonely. It was so obvious, but everyone except me still Like clay sculptures and wood carvings, I can't read her heart.

Some people may ask, why did Miss Huo do this?

Because Miss Huo is beautiful.

But isn't Miss Huo's beauty an objective reality?

This is indeed an objective reality, but beauty needs to be set off. The more a person knows her own beauty, the more she needs a grand tribute to set off her beauty, and a grand ceremony to achieve her legend.

We are just the glamorous offerings chosen by Ms. Huo to make her legend.

I made it so clear. If anyone still doesn’t believe it, please use his ornamental head a little and think carefully:

Of all the conflicts on this ship since the beginning, which one is not related to Miss Huo?

Because Miss Huo was found to be taken away, the sailors began to be dissatisfied with the captain, the first mate led people to force the captain, which directly led to the captain's confinement, and then died for no reason; then because of Miss Huo's fear, Lin Xiaodao stood up absurdly Admitting that he was a "murderer" led to another wave of conflicts, leading to the disappearance of the chief mate and driver in order to find the real murderer; let alone the conflict between Fu Ge and Lin Xiaodao triggered a series of events after that ...until now.

It wasn't until Feng Silong and the second officer were finally instigated to take their own troops to fight to the death on the deck.

Much like the battle of Troy!

Whoever wins the final victory will have the rights and beauties and property.

This is what a man should have and only has in this world.

Now, I think, we can go and get our fair share of spoils.

Yes, is us".

Ms. Huo has verified her beauty with all of us, and all of us should have the right to share her.

Brother Long got what he dreamed of.

He can no longer just hug Miss Huo's legs, no longer can he only rest his head on her lap.He hugged her, and her tears dripped on his arms, not like water, but like flames of burning laughter.

Why do I know so clearly?

Because when I hugged Miss Huo, the same tears fell on my shoulders exactly the same.

I piously kiss away these hot tears.

Miss Huo opened her misty eyes, and she said softly, "Second officer...what should I do."

It was the whisper of the devil from the ground.

You have defeated them, but the second officer is still alive; the second officer who is still alive will definitely report you when he lands——

Second officer, what should we do?

Her body like suet white jade trembled, and pink flowers floated under her fair skin.

It was the color of blood.

The blood nourished this beautiful body from the inside out, and all the lives and spirits carried in the blood were completely absorbed by her as it flowed through this body.

I know that this goddess-like woman is just a devil disguised as a goddess...

But I prostrate myself under the skirt of the devil.

I think, not only me, but everyone who is still alive, they all prostrate under the skirt of the devil.

The devil has torn off the face of chastity, but we cannot escape. We have long been unable to escape from the devil's hooked and sickle-like fingers. She flicks her fingers lightly, and we are like marionettes.

Over and over again, we went to her room to pray, sinking in her almsgiving smile, like a drunkard who is deeply addicted to alcohol, knowing that alcohol is poison, but still only looking for heaven in alcohol.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, during the night from sleeping to waking up, the body that gave us warmth died without warning.

Lying on the bed, it first became stiff, as stiff as ice, and then became squishy, ​​as squishy as mud.

Miss Huo is dead.

Flies landed on her delicate collarbone, gnats flew on her round toes, her fragrance changed slightly, as if the putrid smell that only vulgar corpses could emit gradually came out.

But that face.

That face, while the body was rotting, remained motionless, as if it had escaped the measurement of time and the shackles of laws, and still retained the most beautiful color and the most beautiful appearance.

We dare not desecrate that face, but we can only compete with flies and bugs for that rotten flesh. We kiss this flesh over and over again, kissing a piece of rotten meat like a pilgrimage, and there is no way to escape from it.

what a pain.

How sad.

What is more painful and sad is that at this time the devil turned into a goddess again. She abandoned her body, so the sins were eliminated, leaving only pure beauty, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

When I close my eyes, I already understand.

The god of beauty cannot stay in the world for a long time.

When she remained in this world, she gave me only illusory happiness and real torment, because I wanted to monopolize her, but no one can monopolize Beauty; but when she died—the pain ceased.

Real torments disappear, so illusory pleasures become real.

We have her ever since, everyone has her.

She has changed from singleness to infinity, and she is with us anytime, anywhere, every minute and every second.

I think, I understand—who exactly killed her decisively within a short period of time with the killing intent in his heart.

There are many killers on this ship.

As I said before, just move the head on the neck a little, and you will understand—who killed the captain, how did the first mate and driver disappear, and how did Fu Ge die!

But do these truths make sense?

The time has come.

Following her will, we put the imprisoned second officer back on the deck.

Brother Long presided over the ceremony.

Now, besides the second officer, only me, Brother Long, Lu Kun, Chu Xingfa, Yu Hai, Lin Xiaodao, Duo Duo, Cao Mo, and Wu Lele are left, a total of nine people.

These nine people are not all our companions.

At that time, Lu Kun and Chu Xingfa hid in the room and did not participate in the fire on the deck. Yu Hai's freezer was far away from the deck, so he did not catch up.As for me, I am ashamed to say that I am just a scholar, and I really didn't realize it at the time.

"I don't want to kill people, but there is nothing I can do here." Brother Long said, "Miss Huo is right, there is only the second officer left—kill the last person in the management team, and the matter will be over. Wait for us Back on shore, no one will gossip."

The second officer let out a scream like an animal. He got up and wanted to run, but was immediately pressed down by the sailors like a pig.Brother Long looked at me, and Miss Huo was also looking at me from the sky. Without hesitation, I stabbed the second officer's abdominal cavity with a knife.

Behind is Yu Hai, Yu Hai is the same as me, without much hesitation.Although he was still holding the Buddhist beads with one hand, the movement of stabbing someone with a knife looked as natural as killing a pig.

Then came Lu Kun... Lu Kun stood in front of the second officer for a long time holding a knife.

The second officer's screams never stopped.

From the beginning when I tried to escape, I was screaming and cursing. When I was stabbed for the first time, the voice suddenly became louder, and then gradually became smaller. By this time, it was already very low, like a pig Humming over there.

By the way, Lu Kun was the only one who didn't enter Miss Huo's room.

Will he be the only one to escape from the devil's tricks?

It was so long that everyone got impatient, and when Cao Mo started to guard against him, Lu Kun stabbed the second officer in the chest.

He didn't escape.

He might be able to escape the real Miss Huo, but he definitely couldn't escape the illusory Miss Huo.

Only Chu Xingfa was left.

The sailors persuaded Chu Xingfa to do it quickly. They actually didn’t hate this chef. The chef usually didn’t look down on others. In addition, the food was not bad, and he was quite popular, so they were willing to give Chu Xingfa some time.

people say:

"It's like killing pigs and chickens, just close your eyes!"

"Don't wait, he won't make it, you should give him a relief."

"If you don't free him, it's our turn to free you."

But this intimidation is just a verbal intimidation.

We are not real devils...

Chu Xingfa still couldn't make up his mind, he held his head, knelt on the ground and begged Brother Long to let him live.

He didn't understand that Long Ge forced him to make a decision just because he didn't want him to die!

Brother Long made a decision, he winked at the two people, and let them go up with Chu Xingfa in his arms. When he dragged Chu Xingfa to the second officer, Chu Xingfa vomited...

The second officer is dead.

His blood drained dry.

In the end, Brother Long made a decision and asked Chu Xingfa to dismember the body.

In this way, there is no need to kill Chu Xingfa again.

All things are over.

We returned to Miss Huo's body again.

She was still lying quietly, her body became more and more rancid, but her face became more and more beautiful.

This is an irresistible beauty.It is the beauty that people can rely on to survive in this painful world.

So only her, we can't simply confuse her with other corpses.It is a disgrace to her, and a contempt to ourselves.

She selflessly gifted us with her remains.

We are with her forever.

I, Liu Yan, promise that the diary on this page is all written by myself, and I hereby explain it.