Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

Obviously June has just begun, but the weather is starting to get hotter. Only at night, when the sun recedes, does the temperature return to a comfortable range.

But this is also a sign that the warm spring has passed and the hot summer is about to usher in. Moreover, this summer is expected to be very hot.

The boy was squatting on the roadside, holding a crushed tin can in his hand. His hair was a little messy and his body was a little sloppy. It seemed like he hadn't showered in several days.

However, this is not something worthy of attention.

The bigger the city, the more homeless people are unable to live here. If a boy is a homeless man, he is just a little younger.

Ten meters away from the boy was a bus stop. The light box was already on, and the celebrity endorsing the product showed a friendly smile on the light box. But the passengers standing in front of the station waiting for the bus to arrive were completely ignored, with indifferent faces.

The headlights pierced the dark night, and the bus slowly approached in the distance and stopped beside the station. Open the car door, get in the car through the front door, and get off the car through the rear door. Everything is as orderly as an ant.

Most of the passengers who got off the bus at this time had just gotten off work, and were moving from one shelter to another with fatigue and numbness. However, on the second day, we followed the same path to the same place.

Just like a bus that follows a fixed route, it starts over and over again, trapped in a cycle.

It is a very numb life, but this is also the original face of life.

When the numbness is broken, it will not necessarily get better, but it will most likely get worse.

The bus left. The boy looked at the time on his wrist watch, walked along the sidewalk, and soon came to a dark tunnel.

The tunnel was dark, and the light from the street lamps outside could not reach here, but cast large shadows on the outside of the tunnel.

The tunnel was not completely dark, with a few firelights swaying in the darkness.

With the arrival of the young man, five people walked out of the shadows.

They are all in their twenties and have dyed hair, tattoos, and earrings.

The cigarette held in his hand was half burned, and when he tapped it with his index finger, the ash fell off. As I bit the filter and took a deep breath, the dim Mars became brighter.

The leader of the gangster let out a long breath. Under the light and shadow of the street lamp, the smoke that spread upward was like a demon with teeth and claws.

"It was you who contacted us."

Looking at the young face that was at most twenty years old, the gangster had a smile on his face.

The smile was not warm and gentle, but like he was looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Did you bring the money?"

The gangster said in a soft voice, while looking at the boy, and finally his eyes fell on the shoulder bag that looked very bulging around his waist.

"Have you brought the goods?"

Without replying to the gangster's words, the young man looked quite calm and asked.

The gangster took out a thumb-sized transparent photo bag from his pocket, with white powder in the bag.

"Well, here it is."

Although it was a display, the gangster almost just waved the item in front of the boy, and then put it back in his pocket.

"Pay the money and I'll give you the goods."

The boy grabbed his satchel and opened the zipper. In the gap, the gangster could vaguely see a pile of items.

But the boy quickly closed the zipper again.

"Give me the stuff first, and then I'll give you the money."

"This is against the rules"

"Why is it against the rules? There are so many of you, so you are not afraid that I will take the things away without paying."

"Too..."

The gangster nodded, threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, stamped it out with his foot, and then walked towards the boy

"for you..."

The gangster put his hands in his pockets, and when he approached the boy, he stretched his hands out of his trouser pockets.

But there was nothing in his hand, and he directly grabbed the young man's arm and pulled the young man forward.

The gangster clenched his fist with his other hand and struck the boy in the abdomen.

But what was faster than him was the sound of breaking wind coming from his ears, and the fist hit his temple fiercely.

The gangster instantly felt his eyes go dark and his thinking became extremely slow.

"You bastard!!!"

The roar of the gangster friends came from behind, and the four people rushed towards the boy at the same time.

The boy did not dodge or dodge, but rushed forward. His palm covered the face of a gangster, and he quickly found the face by groping. He touched the softest part, then stretched out his fingers and dug in hard.

The young man felt the soft touch, which was like digging his fingers into a piece of gelatin.

The scream was very close, but he soon heard it. Someone held his arm.

Without thinking, the boy opened his mouth and bit down at the hand holding his arm.

The boy bit with all his strength, the skin was torn and the teeth touched. It's warm and has a sweet smell.

Young people don't know how to fight. Fighting requires learning.

However, there is no need to learn to fight with the intention of killing the opponent. This is engraved in the heart. Based on biological instinct, the young man released his arms and threw the person in front of him to the ground.

At this moment, his adrenaline was racing, and he seemed to have endless strength in his body. He punched him one after another. He punched the gangster below him in the face.

The first few punches were not accurate and hit the opponent's mouth. The hard teeth still made the knuckles red and swollen through the skin, but the boy didn't care. He was punched one after another, and he was so selfless that he ignored the situation around him.

It was not until someone locked his throat from behind that the boy was forced to stop.

, even though his advantage over the gangsters was that he acted with the intention of killing the other party, but the material conditions were not subject to change.

The gangsters who controlled the boy looked at the miserable situation on the ground. Everyone fell to the ground, two fell into coma, and one was covering his eyes and wailing in terror.

Such a tragic situation also made the gangster nervous. Under the tension, he choked the boy.

The gangster used a naked choke method to block the boy's carotid artery, preventing blood from flowing to the brain. The boy's face was soon filled with blood, and his struggle became weaker and weaker. Becoming blurred.

As the world in front of him began to fade rapidly and stretched forward, he seemed to see a slender figure jumping from the street guardrail above the tunnel, and then fell into it. coma.