"Unbearable to Copy" by Wuxin Mage

Xu Bicheng put a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave and brushed off the floating ash on the stele.The picture of Tang Shanhai looking at her on the stele, his eyes are gentle but colorless.She wiped the tears from her face and stood up.The weather was mild today, and the east wind blew through her hair and dried her cheeks.

She never thought that she would harm Tang Shanhai and let him die so unjustly.She originally only wanted to save one more person, but Tang Shanhai died instead.When he shot in front of her face, she bit her own hand and bled.Tang Shanhai was killed by her and lay cold under the loess.

Without Tang Shanhai, she had to go back to Chongqing. Chen Shen wanted to take her to Yan'an, but she was still thinking about it.There are not many bloody people left in the party country, and she can't stay any longer.Today I came to say goodbye to Tang Shanhai. His tombstone stood at the place where he was buried alive, desolate and desolate, with no one to accompany him.

Xu Bicheng stood in front of the tomb for a long time before deciding to go back.When he turned around, he froze.Yue Qiluo did not know when she was standing behind her, holding a gun firmly in his hand, aiming at her.

Xu Bicheng shook into a leaf in the autumn wind.

After not seeing him for many days, Yue Qiluo's face was quite pale, but the hand holding the gun was still very steady.She pointed the gun at Xu Bicheng's head, her expression was cold, as if she was waiting for her to speak.

"I didn't want to kill Tang Shanhai," she said, tears streaming down her face, "I didn't want to do that either."

Yue Qiluo's lips twisted into a strange arc, and said coldly: "Speaking of these words, will he come back to life?"

Xu Bicheng shook his head sadly, and muttered, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Yue Qiluo looked at her like this, smiled sarcastically, and took a few steps towards her.She appeared to have injured her leg and walked with a slight limp.The gun was dangling on her head, as if mocking her weakness, Yue Qiluo's voice echoed in her ears: "Do you know? I'm here to take your life."

"You don't have to be afraid," she looked at Xu Bicheng quietly, "I used to like to torture and kill people, and I always thought that blood and blood can only express my anger."

Xu Bicheng was panicking for a while, but he heard Yue Qiluo say: "However, I have found another way now."

After hearing this, she saw Yue Qiluo lowered the gun again, thinking that she had been let go, and was about to let out a sigh of relief.A gunshot exploded unexpectedly, she felt as if someone had punched her in the abdomen, she lost strength in her feet, and knelt down on the ground slumped.

"Because I found that self-destruction is the most terrible end."

Xu Bicheng knelt on the ground, the pain gradually spread from his abdomen.She had studied a little medicine and knew that a hit to the stomach would seep out little bits of acid, eating away at her muscles.It is a painful death postponed.She raised her head, her vision was blurred, and the surrounding scenery was stained with blood red, as if she herself was being drowned in blood.Yue Qiluo limped in front of her, her red cloak was like a spot of blood on her pupils.Xu Bicheng was speechless, and stretched out his hand to reach for something, but there was only thin air in front of him.She shed a tear and closed her eyes.

Actually, Yue Qiluo didn't go far, she walked behind Xiaoqiu, took out a folder from her bosom, and lit it with a match.

"Actually, it's no different." She kicked the ashes of paper under her feet, "The zeroing plan you've been thinking about burns like ordinary yellow paper."

The orange-yellow flame is like a gentle silk, licking every inch of the pure white paper.The places where the flames have spread are rendered gray-black in the cobalt blue flames, like a black rose inlaid with gold.

When Wuxin saw Yue Qiluo again, it was more than half a month later.Her leg injury has healed, but she still walks with a limp.That shot had already hurt the bones, but she carelessly took care of it, which burned the root of the disease.This time she came to say goodbye, so she didn't even enter the door.

"Ten small yellow croakers." She stuffed ten gold bars into his hands, "thank you."

"Hey," Wuxin couldn't bear it, and stuffed it back, "You can keep it."

"I'm not short of money."

Yue Qiluo was more taciturn than before, and the many days of catastrophe left traces on her body.Her legs, and the scar between her eyebrows, are shallow dimples.Yue Qiluo kept her own soul and Zhang Xianzong's soul between her eyebrows, so even after she recovered, it still remained like a birthmark.

"Where are you going?" Wuxin asked her, "Aren't you staying in Shanghai?"

"I'm going to Chongqing, where Tang Shanhai was born. Maybe, I can find the rest of his soul."

Wuxin saw that she had made up her mind to go, so she didn't stop her anymore.But before leaving, he still felt something was wrong, so he grabbed her and asked, "Do you really want to keep looking? You can actually live like before, as if you have never met Zhang Xianzong."

"Wuxin, it's too cold to be at a high place." When she said this, her face was expressionless, but there was a hint of fatigue, "I want to find someone to talk with me."

Yue Qiluo left, her student's hair, which she hadn't cut for a long time, was piled on her shoulders.Her petite figure limped and disappeared into the mist, carrying a small suitcase, and never looked back.

Since then, Wuxin hasn't seen Yue Qiluo again for many years.

After she left, several major events happened in Shanghai.One is that Su Sansheng, the captain of the third unit of the Operation Division, was found dead at home. The strange thing about his death was that he was buried alive in the loess.Some people said that he was punished for his many evil deeds and was haunted by evil spirits.The second is that Bi Zhongliang, the director of the Operation Department, was imprisoned by the Mei Agency because of the theft of information, and his life and death are still uncertain.

What is unknown is that a small number of team members in the Operation Department also died inexplicably.Everyone in the action department is in danger for a while, for fear that they will be murdered.

But these are things that Yue Qiluo didn't see, or in other words, didn't see in the newspapers.At that time, she was already sitting on the train to Chongqing, disappearing into the mist of early spring in Shanghai like a strange story.

The author has something to say: close the end, and post an introduction.During the day, a new story is officially opened.