The memory of the ancient city slowly faded away. I put my hands on my knees and gasped hard. www... Sweat flowed down my forehead and along the bridge of my nose and into my mouth, leaving a bitter taste.

After a long time, I was freed from the suffocating blood. I barely stood up straight and was about to go find Professor Chen and the others. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me. I shook my head violently, trying to figure out what happened to me.

The dizziness is driven away.

I felt a sudden lightness in my head, and the dizziness disappeared as suddenly as it came. I raised my head and saw that the scene in front of me had changed drastically.

The wide and neat road is lined with straight green trees. On the wall beside the road, there are big-character posters written in red writing, and there is also a familiar and childish singing voice coming from somewhere: "...Don't say we have nothing,

We want to be the masters of the world!...There has never been any savior, nor does it depend on a fairy emperor..."

This kind of ridiculous "Internationale" is very familiar to me, and this road, this tree, this wall... it looks familiar, it should be around Cuiwei Road.

Why am I here? I shouldn't be here... Hey, why can't I remember? Where should I be?

As I was thinking about it, I looked at my clothes. The clothes looked familiar and tight, and I should have worn them for a while, but I always felt something was wrong. It seemed like I shouldn't be wearing something like this.

At this time, I was wearing a blue student uniform, an otter hat on my head, a pair of white rebound shoes on my feet, and a military satchel on my body. There seemed to be something hard inside. This feeling was very familiar.

I knew what was inside without opening it. It was a scraper. I wouldn't dare go out without this thing on me.

A smile appeared on my face, and the huge sense of familiarity overwhelmed all doubts. Yes, I should be here, but what am I doing here? My home is quite a way away from here, so this doesn't count.

Up in the suburbs.

I was scratching my head and thinking hard, when suddenly a figure passed by and turned into the alley next to me. My eyes immediately turned red, and I knew why I came here. It was to block this guy Zhou Yuanchao. If he hadn't taken my grandfather

Even though grandpa was dragged and criticized, he wouldn’t have died. If he hadn’t smashed my house to pieces, I wouldn’t have been homeless. If he hadn’t brought someone to beat me up, I wouldn’t have been in the hospital for two months...

If there is anyone I hate in my life, it is the bastard Zhou Yuanchao. Seeing him, I gave up all my thoughts and followed him into the alley with red eyes.

He was humming a little tune, twirling a hat he had snatched from somewhere in his hand, and walking forward leisurely. I followed him, patted his back, and when he turned around in surprise, I took out the scraper.

Stabbed into his stomach.

Seeing his shocked eyes, painful expression, and the blood splattering everywhere made me even more excited. I just stabbed him one after another, letting the blood splash on my face without dodging...

I waved the scraper tirelessly, as if this was the only reason and meaning of my life in the world. I laughed wildly and cried. I had never been so eager for the taste of blood.

Suddenly... I felt a stabbing pain in my right hand. I looked up at Zhou Yuanchao angrily. How dare you resist? What caught my eye was his wild laughter. Can he still laugh at this time? I became even more angry, and I tightened my grip on the scraper, thinking

Keep poking him until he stops laughing.

No! I stopped suddenly. No, absolutely wrong. I stared at Zhou Yuanchao's face, the maniacal smile on it was still there.

This is not Zhou Yuanchao, absolutely not! It gradually became clear to me, and the hand holding the scraper loosened, letting it fall to the ground. Zhou Yuanchao is the only person I hate in my life, and I know him too well. Even if I hold the knife against

On his neck, he still has that mocking look in his eyes, which will not change until his death. Although I hate him, I have to admit that he is a man.

The man in front of me smiles very much like him, with the same madness, but his eyes are filled with shrinking, fear, and panic... rather than mocking Zhou Yuanchao!

There was another stinging pain on my right hand, followed by a coldness, which slowly spread up my arm and to my whole body. I stared at my right wrist, and there was nothing on it. No, I

I always feel that there should be something on it, something very important.

A very important thing? What is it? I have a headache. What is an important thing to me? After the headache, I was at a loss. Don’t I have anything important? I have lived my whole life, but what

I haven’t gotten anything, not even one important thing, so what am I doing with my life? What’s the point of my life?

I murmured and struggled, but finally bent down, picked up the scraper from the ground, and placed it across my neck tremblingly. Well, this is right here, this is the left artery, just cut it here and it will be fine. There will be no pain at all.

Once you have it, all burdens will disappear, and you don’t have to bear any responsibilities anymore. That’s right! It’s right here, just cut it gently, gently!

There seemed to be a devilish voice tempting me in my heart. I couldn't help but do as he said. All my strength seemed to disappear in an instant. Let's just leave it like that! Anyway, I didn't know until I died.

No one in the world cares about me, I am just a lonely person...

Just when the scraper touched my skin, and I could even feel the slightest bit of coldness on it, my heart moved, and my muscles tightened suddenly to stop its castration. I tried my best, inch by inch.

Then I moved the spatula away from my neck.

I finally knew something was wrong, I was not alone, and I finally knew something was missing! It all seemed real, but one person was missing - the fat man was missing!

When we were in Beijing, no matter whether we were beating or being beaten, we were always together. Ever since I lost my home, I have never been separated from him for a moment. His arrogant voice is still vaguely in my ears: "Taozi, one day

If you are going to die, remember to call your buddies, and together we will demolish the Palace of the King of Hell and kill the old official of Yama." After that, he sang "The Internationale": Don't say that we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world!

!!

Haha, I asked who sang the "Internationale" just now. It was so out of tune that I caught up with my boss Zhang. It turned out to be the fat man who sang it! With a smile on my face, I gently turned the scraper in my hand.

He whispered softly to himself: "If you have any other means, just use it, brother, it will follow!"

The scene broke instantly. I was still standing on the green platform in the ancient city, holding my military thorn in my hand across my neck, and blood dripping slowly along the military thorn...

I breathed a sigh of relief, and the military thorn left my hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp "thud" sound.

What a powerful illusion! I stroked the black silver bracelet on my wrist with lingering fear, but even the silver bracelet couldn't wake me up. I breathed heavily and looked around. I was definitely not alone in what I had just experienced.

If so, others may not be spared either.

Professor Chen and the others were on the other side of the bluestone platform, laughing or angry and crazy. I hurried over and the one closest to me was Tana. She was holding a shovel and was smashing the bluestone on the ground with all her strength.

Shiban, what she was shouting was in Mongolian. I don’t understand Mongolian, but I remember it very clearly. What she shouted now was similar to what she shouted when she met a wolf a few days ago.

Tana's face was pale, sweat gushed out like spring water, her arms and her whole body were shaking, and she was about to lose strength. I didn't care about that much, and took advantage of the gap created by her shovel, and I rushed forward.

He threw her down and pressed her arms tightly.

She kept struggling, shouting the Mongolian phrase just now. Damn, what did this girl eat to grow up? She is stronger than an ox. Just when I was about to lose my grip on her, she suddenly stopped.

He struggled again, but shouted hoarsely, this time in Mandarin: "I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death, I'll tell you to eat my sheep, I'll tell you to eat my sheep!"

I said why she was so excited when she saw the wolf and rushed up. It turns out that she has a grudge against the wolf! Well... what she hates the most is the wolf, and what I hate the most is Zhou Yuanchao. Could it be? Could it be that this illusion brings out the biggest fear in people's hearts?

Hatred?

While I was thinking about it, Tana suddenly started struggling violently again. I was distracted and couldn't hold her, so she broke free. The movement was so fast that before I could stand up, she had already raised the shovel and swung it at me.

When she came over, she dared to think of me as a wolf that stole her sheep!

I quickly rolled on the spot, dodged her shovel and stood up quickly. Then I got close to me and slashed the main artery on her neck with a knife, knocking her unconscious. I rubbed my sore hands.

Yuan, looked at Tana who had fainted on the ground with a wry smile, she couldn't do it without knocking her out, she would either smash me to death or exhaust herself to death.
Chapter completed!