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"Those dead mice in my schoolbag..."

"also me."

"And... Wu Wei's body..."

This time, Xiang Sige smiled and said nothing.

He just looked at An Jingyue steadily with a smile on his face.

The expression on his face admitted all this frankly.

The sweeping impact made An Jingyue breathless for a while.

Almost suffocated.

"Why did you do that..."

Xiang Sige was fascinated, presumptuous, and recklessly admired the almost flawless face of this young girl.

"Because I said it a long time ago... I like you very much. You are the same person as me."

"Just because you like...you do this...just because you like you kill people! Just because you like you torture me at such a price! Create panic! Frame Xia Chen! Just because you like it?! Your heart

Is there even a sliver of conscience?Are you still human! "

An Jingyue was furious like never before.

She's never had such an angry scene for having a so-called 'like'.

There is nothing wrong with my own rejection, because liking means liking and disliking means disliking.

But because of this, the other party tortured himself for almost a month.

Too scary.

Too scary.

It's too unbelievable.

Simply insane.

Xiang Sige heard the words of An Jingyue who was close at hand, almost exhausted.

The expression is still the same, with a gentle smile.

Xiang Sige reached out his hand and touched his own face.

It seems to be thinking.

said softly.

"Actually, I didn't think about it that much. I was just experimenting."

"Experiment what?"

An Jingyue was stunned.

"What can I do to control a girl like you and make a girl like me want to stop.

Letting you gradually collapse is the first step, and then let you enter the dead end I designed.You will understand what you need.

The last thing you can't face is still death.

What you need to choose is a new life.

If you can understand, then everyone is happy. "

"I can understand...do you want me to become a devil like you?!"

Xiang Sige lowered his hands, calmly hanging by his side.

Looking at An Jingyue, she smiled and shook her head.

"Looks like he won't."

After saying this, Xiang Sige took out a small knife from his pocket.

Pass it to Yang Xueying beside him.

But Xiang Sige, who was holding the knife, was still holding a handkerchief.

Yang Xueying took the dagger with her bare hands.

He looked at An Jingyue with a ferocious face.

"Should I... scratch her face first?"

Xiang Sige smiled softly.

"No, the result is the same if you fall down. There are no bones left, and you can't even tell what they look like."

"Hahahaha... that's how I like it."

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Yang Xueying directly held the dagger with her hand.

At this time, there was a look called fanaticism on her face.

An Jingyue saw it clearly.

There is no doubt that this girl will only do more excessive things to herself when no one restrains her.

It seems that in the alley, the other party wanted to tear off his clothes and take pictures of himself.

It's nothing but pediatrics.

So is it all a blindfold?

It was only until Yang Xueying got closer and closer with the dagger step by step.

An Jingyue's heart was filled with fog.

There are still many things that cannot be explained.

Seeing Yang Xueying approaching him with a ferocious face, seeing Xiang Sige standing behind Yang Xueying, watching all this with a smile.

The tension in An Jingyue's heart seems to be slowly passing away. Up to now, there is only one kind of honesty in the face of danger, the inevitable and imminent death.

People are always going to die.

She could only comfort herself like this.

As for how he died, it didn't seem to matter anymore.

The things in front of and behind will all disappear with the arrival of the moment of death.

This is not a handshake, whether they will receive justice.

An Jingyue was not sure either.

It seems that these two people cooperate seamlessly, and there will always be a backup.

It's just that An Jingyue is willing to believe so.

That policewoman will think of herself, she will remember the oath she said to let the truth come out.

The dagger in Yang Xueying's hand seemed to emit a frighteningly cold light under the moonlight.

The blade was close to his cheek.

Yang Xueying stepped on the edge, looking at An Jingyue who was suspended in mid-air.

"Tell me, I want to...scratch your proud face first..."

Then he moved the dagger to the rope above An Jingyue's head.

The rope had obviously been stretched to its final limit.

As long as it is slightly touched by this sharp dagger, it seems that the connection will be disconnected immediately.

He will also fall down in response.

Shattered to pieces.

No bones left.

At this time, An Jingyue seemed to accept her fate.

Open your eyes honestly.

There is no tension and fear, only the calmness that seems to be able to look directly at people's hearts.

"If you want to get some exciting pleasure from me in the end, then I'm sorry, I don't need to cooperate. I will keep my eyes open and look at you.

Watch how you kill yourself. "

Hearing these words, Yang Xueying's enthusiasm and smile disappeared bit by bit.

turned into fury.

She looked at An Jingyue fiercely, and nodded fiercely.

"Very good... just look at us, then I'll let you see death!!"

After saying this, Yang Xueying brandished the dagger and swiped across An Jingyue's head.

It is necessary to cut the rope directly above the opponent's head, as if only in this way can he vent his last anger.

Facing this girl who would rather die than make herself unhappy, Yang Xueying no longer showed any kindness.

An Jingyue still seemed to have her eyes open.

It's just that at this time, the breath of death almost permeates his heart.

Let An Jingyue's mind go blank.

Everything you see in your eyes can't be reflected in your mind.

In other words, An Jingyue looked at everything now, but she was like a blind person, unable to see everything.

Waiting, the final judgment.

Are you going to scream yourself?

Will I still feel pain?

do not know.

Will someone be sad for themselves?

His gentle... so gentle and weak mother will cry for herself, right?

Will that unsmiling, always caring and gentle father cry?Or would he just look on coldly, or even... sigh?

And... Xia Chen.

What about that boy?

What will he look like when he finds out about his death?

A person like him...wouldn't have any expression.

I have made all the preparations, and I have also recognized the things that I will miss in the end.

Let this knife come down.

Ready or not, the result is the same.

An Jingyue let go.

"call……"