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After a busy day from morning to night, Xu Jiangtong's cell phone was almost out of battery.Before turning off the phone, he sent a message to Tao Xihong, saying that he was going home and would contact him after the phone was fully charged.

It's past eight o'clock when I got home.Seeing the soft sofa when he entered the door, Xu Jiangtong couldn't wait to lie down, untied his tie, and put it on the backrest.

He lay flat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.The golden light of the chandelier overflows the lampshade, as if it is about to drip down along the crystal tassels.

Xu Jiangtong squinted his eyes, thinking that he was lying in some ancient museum.

Although the one-day itinerary was exhausting, Xu Jiangtong enjoyed it.Facing the media and visitors from all over the world, among the crowd, Xu Jiangtong seemed to have returned to the day when he was an adult.

The coming-of-age ceremony of the rich young master is always full of guests and rich people, but Xu Jiangtong's birthday is different from them.In Milan, the recognized fashion capital of the world, at the age of 18, he held a solo exhibition.

To this day, he still remembers that day when he was standing by the railing on the second floor with his red wine in his hand, watching the endless stream of people coming and going downstairs.

At that time, Xu Jiangtong was still a child, unabashedly showing his talent, facing all praises and doubts, and living a colorful life.

Felix came to celebrate with a glass of wine: "Carlo, you are a genius to be able to give yourself the personal art exhibition at the Milan Art Center as a coming-of-age gift."

"I'm not a genius." Xu Jiangtong turned around and clinked glasses with him, and took a sip of the red wine. "We've known each other for so long, and you know how much I have paid for today. This is the honor I deserve."

"But even if I don't eat or drink, I can't compare to you if I study for 24 hours a day." Felix smiled wryly, "You can learn everything faster than me."

"Then practice for 25 hours." Xu Jiangtong turned around and leaned on the railing again, and answered him jokingly.

Felix remained silent, staring at the bright red liquid in the cup.

At that time, Xu Jiangtong didn't know that his unintentional sharpness would eventually turn into a cup of poisonous wine.Not only ruined all childhood memories, but also almost ruined his future.

But if he can choose again, he still does not regret his decision at that time.Just like today, embrace your own flowers.

The glare of the lights on the roof brought his thoughts back to reality.Xu Jiangtong finally felt tired after a busy day, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Tao Xihong's match had just ended. They played away against Sports University. The two teams chased after each other in the deciding game. They played more than 20 back and forth with the score, and finally narrowly defeated their opponents 16-18.Seeing this, Xu Jiangtong asked him to take a bath first and have a good rest.

It was getting late, and Xu Jiangtong habitually turned on his computer to check his emails before going to bed.A few small red dots would appear in the mailbox every day, Xu Jiangtong didn't think too much, and clicked on them from top to bottom.

But when the first email popped up, Xu Jiangtong's blood froze almost at the same time.

The letter contained only two photos, but it was a nightmare that haunted him for seven years.

The background of the photo is dark and damp, and there are two people kneeling in the center of the picture, with blood splattered on the ground, it is hard to tell whether it is paint or the real Shura hell.The boy's hands were bound by iron chains, and he knelt on his knees in a big character shape. Behind him lay a girl with her head drooping, her lifeless arms resting on his shoulders, like a heavy cross.

That boy was Xu Jiangtong when he was in college, and it was no surprise that the photographer of the photo was Felix.

"Boom—" The glass in hand hit the ground with a loud sound and broke into pieces.

Xu Jiangtong's stomach turned upside down, he staggered into the toilet, lay down by the sink and retched.

After so many years, why did he still refuse to let himself go?

"Who?!" A gust of wind suddenly swept across his back, and Xu Jiangtong was already startled. He turned around screaming, and saw his half-human, half-ghost appearance in the mirror. His arms went limp in fright, and he slammed into the marble edge of the pool. superior.

In an instant, blood mixed with cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead, and Xu Jiangtong lay on the ground weakly sobbing, his ears were buzzing, and his headache was about to burst.

Post-traumatic stress disorder is not such a mental illness that can be easily cured. Xu Jiangtong has been taking medicine for three years, but he can only live a normal life, and he can't stand the slightest stimulation.

"Carol, do you know? This will be the greatest work of my life. When I finish painting it, I will be an artist beyond you."

"Fart!" Xu Jiangtong cursed for the first time, "Do you know that you killed someone? You are breaking the law, this is not art!"

Fragmentary memories are like signals interfered by electromagnetic waves. Snowflakes flashed across the dilapidated screen, flashing back and forth in my mind non-stop, making a crackling sound.

Xu Jiangtong just wanted to leave this small place quickly, but unfortunately he couldn't find a support point for his body, so he could only curl up and crawl into the bright light of the living room.

The phone kept vibrating. After Tao Xihong returned to the hotel and settled down, he called him several times.

Seeing the continuous "no answer" in the dialog box, he couldn't help but feel worried.

Zhang Cheng came out of the bathroom, saw him standing by the bed restlessly, and asked concerned: "Why do you look restless, and your feet hurt again?"

To be honest, after playing two high-intensity games in a row, his ankle did hurt a bit.But at this moment, Tao Xihong didn't care about his body at all, and tightly squeezed the phone: "Xu Jiangtong doesn't answer the phone."

"Maybe he fell asleep, isn't he very busy today?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the chat records, "It's all home, so it's impossible for something to happen, right?"

"I'm still worried." Tao Xihong shook his head, his heart beating extremely fast.

"The game is not over yet, you can't run back to see him in the middle of the night, can you?" Zhang Cheng patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, we can see him tomorrow."

Unwilling to give up, Tao Xihong called his cell phone number again, but no one answered, so he had to give up.

Xu Jiangtong finally crawled out of the bathroom and tremblingly reached for the mobile phone on the table.His vision was a little blurred, and he couldn't hear the voice clearly, as if he was cut off from this world.

When he was confused, he suddenly thought of a name - if only Tao Xihong was by his side.

But now that he is not here, only he can save himself.

The oxygen was almost exhausted, Xu Jiangtong exhausted his last bit of strength to open the call interface, and pressed the three numbers 112 by feeling.

A sweet artificial recording sounded: "Hello! Police, please dial 110, fire alarm..."

... Can't get through?Xu Jiangtong thought in a daze, the emergency number in Italy is 112, and he did not make a mistake.

It's getting harder to breathe.With a loud bang, the last hope slipped from his hand.Xu Jiangtong leaned on the sofa dejectedly, his eyes gradually lost.

Tela, who had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, finally made a movement, bit the doorknob frantically, slammed open the door, and rushed to the corridor to bark.

Twelve o'clock in the morning is the time when many people will not sleep.Hearing such a disturbing noise, the neighbors went out to check the situation.

The eighth-floor aunt, who has always been dissatisfied with Tela, ran upstairs cursing. She was about to reprimand the stinky dog, but it bit the leg of her trousers first.

Tela didn't care about her insults and kicks, she bit her trousers tightly and pulled them towards home.

The door of Xu Jiangtong's house was wide open, and bloodstains on the ground could be seen at a glance.Only then did the neighbors realize what was going on, and the aunt rushed in, picked up the mobile phone that had fallen on the ground, and dialed the correct emergency number.

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In the past few days, the daily update will finish writing the abuse part as soon as possible.The next few chapters will clarify the affairs of Xiaojiang and Xiaotao's parents, and take away all the villains.