nyslfriends Chapter 18
Chapter 18
White light floated, hundreds of white balls illuminated the open space, Wan Wan held the handle of the knife, hanging over Zhitao's heart, so close that it could cut open the heart with just one force.
Wan Wan's heart was beating so fast that it almost made him want to vomit nervously. Thoughts were intertwined in his mind, and finally stopped at one thought: As long as I row down, I can live.
Moreover, Zhitao deserved to die long ago.
Thinking of this, Wan Wan suddenly laughed. When he laughed, it was more like the way Zhitao met him for the first time, as if he had never experienced these hazes.
Wanwan laughed and cried, he suppressed the cry, mixed with vague swallowing, he lowered his body, and slowly pressed the knife on Zhitao's chest.
I want to live, I want to go home, I...
It seems that because of Wanwan's cry, Zhitao frowned uncomfortably in his sleep, then twisted his body and turned around, he turned very slowly, but this movement woke up Wanwan who was in an emotional state.
He watched Zhitao turn over, and then slammed the knife back to the ground, he said in the bottom of his heart: I am not a murderer.
I'm not.
If life is a novel, then the 18-year-old Wan Wan is undoubtedly a qualified Long Aotian. He is handsome, has excellent grades, and has a wide range of interests. He even won a national photography award.
Until he helped a pregnant woman that day.
The pregnant woman felt unwell, so Wan Wan helped her to the chair and left. As a result, the pregnant woman died tragically on the chair the next day, with two dead bodies, bloody and bloody, and only Wan Wan approached the pregnant woman in the surveillance.
Wan Wan was arrested as a murderer, and then he was sent to a mysterious asylum as a D-class personnel, or another name, a consumable.
Wan Wan is the only child in the family. He still remembers the desperate eyes of his parents after he was sentenced to death, as if they themselves were sentenced to death.
This is his first mission as a D-class personnel. His mission is to find the 1047 body and hand it over to the people in the shelter, but he can't find the 1047 body at all.
Even if he found and handed over to the people in the asylum, the millions waiting were still endlessly consumed until he walked towards the end of the death row prisoner.
Wan Wan returned to his original position, lay flat on the ground, his thoughts were very empty, this was his closest chance to live, as long as he dug out Zhitao's heart, he would be able to live and find opportunities to escape to find parents.
However, he still wanted to be an upright man.
If possible, he still wants to see his parents again, even once.
Wanwan stared at the moon steadily, until his eyes became sore, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the dark night, Father Snowman, who was holding on to the raging black shadow tightly, also let go. The black shadow fish swam into the water, quickly wrapped Zhitao, raised his head vigilantly to look at Million, and bit the knife thrown on the ground by the way. .
Father Snowman looked at the two people who were sleeping, closed his eyes and let out a breath. He didn't let the black shadow mess around, and dragged away most of the black shadow, leaving only a small part of the black shadow on Zhitao's body as a quilt.
Since he went to bed early last night, Zhitao woke up just after dawn, lying on the ground and blinking his eyes in a daze, the sun above his head was gray, today is the seventh day.
Also the last day.
Wan Wan didn't sleep well, after all, unlike Zhitao, who was protected by a black shadow, he only had a white short sleeve on his upper body, and lying on the ground was like lying on ice, plus he had a lot of things on his mind, so when Zhitao sat up, he followed him. woke up.
Zhitao stood and patted the ash on his body, because there was no ash on his body because of the shadow protecting him, but due to psychological reasons, he still felt unclean.
Wanwan stretched and sat up, and greeted hoarsely: "Morning."
Although it's only been two or three days, Zhitao feels like he hasn't seen Wan Wan so relaxed for a long time. He was stunned for a while before he realized it, and said with a smile, "Good morning."
"Let's go down the mountain again and see if we can get out."
Wanwan followed Zhitao slowly, he had already accepted the fact that he would die here, so he behaved very depressed, and he guessed that he might not be able to get out, so he didn't want to go out for another day.
I'm going to die anyway, why bother so much.
Zhitao was in a hurry, calling the people below while walking, or throwing things, trying to attract the attention of the people below, but unfortunately it didn't work, no one came out from the big tent at the foot of the mountain.
Zhitao sighed, and was about to ask Wanwan what he thought, but when he turned around, he realized that Wanwan had fallen behind him by a large margin, and he was very surprised and called him loudly: "Aren't you going?"
After Wanwan heard his shout, he picked up his energy and followed quickly, and then slowed down again when he got to Zhitao's side. After repeating this several times, Zhitao also found that his attitude was wrong.
"Don't you want to go out?" After walking and shouting all morning, Zhitao gasped with sweat all over her head.
Wan Wan admires Zhitao with the eyes of a photographer. I have to say that Zhitao is really his ideal model. It is really accurate to describe Zhitao as a muse.
He also doesn't want to tell Zhitao his real intentions now. After all, if he directly said that he was waiting to die, Zhitao would probably take special care of him, so he said in a natural tone: "No, I'm trying to see if there is a ghost hitting the wall here."
It was also reasonable for him to say so, so although Zhitao had an intuition that he was hiding something, he couldn't really tell, so he could only stare at Wanwan suspiciously.
Wan Wan is very calm, he is confident that he can treat himself as a friend when there is something obviously wrong with him, so he will definitely not be able to see anything this time.
Zhitao really didn't notice it, and finally turned her head sullenly and walked forward.
Wanwan watched his back as he walked forward, and suddenly called to Zhitao, who stopped and looked back at him.
"Do you remember what I told you this morning?" Wan Wan stood there and said, his voice was hard to hear, and his voice was broken due to the high pitch, but he smiled brightly, as if greeting his friends on campus .
When he said that, Zhitao remembered.
Wan Wan entered a string of cell phone numbers in Zhitao's cell phone this morning, and asked Zhitao to tell this phone that he was safe after going out. Wan Wan said it belonged to his parents, because he sneaked out to play, so he was embarrassed to tell his parents Talking, afraid that his parents would be angry, so he had to ask Zhitao for help.
Because Wanwan's tone was very solemn at that time, Zhitao remembered it very well, and he shouted to Wanwan in the distance: "I remember, what's the matter?"
Wanwan didn't speak, but just waved his hands to let him continue to walk forward, Zhitao tilted his head in confusion, but it is obvious that going out is more important now.
Zhitao continued to walk forward, Wan Wan didn't move, watching him walk away, soon he was the only one left here.
Million casually looked around, ready to find a cleaner place to sit and rest, and then saw Father Snowman standing beside the tree.
Father Snowman looked at him with a gentle expression, and the black figure behind him stood with his teeth and claws open.
Wan Wan froze in place, and ran away after reacting.
Just kidding, he saw with his own eyes how those black shadows dealt with the ghosts, and the black shadows were so childlike, maybe they already knew about his rebellious behavior last night, and now they came here to kill him.
Father Snowman didn't move, watching the million running away. Although he didn't move, it didn't mean that the black shadow didn't move. After seeing the million running away, the black shadow shot out like a sharp sword, and immediately chased the million. Get up and stop him where he is.
When Wan Wan wanted to run elsewhere, there were already many black shadows around him, like a cage covering him, no matter what Wan Wan could retreat, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and he turned nervously to look at Father Snowman.
"I didn't hurt him." Million said quickly, her eyes fixed on Father Snowman's direction.
Father Snowman nodded to him with a smile, and said calmly, "I know."
"If you had done that to him, I don't think there would be any conversation today."
As soon as Father Snowman finished speaking, Uncle Wang's family appeared behind him, lowering their heads in fear.
After seeing the attitude of Uncle Wang's family, Wanwan knew what was going on. Whether it was helping him restore his memory, telling him the secret of Zhitao's heart, or saving Zhitao from leaving, it was probably Father Snowman. Instructed.
Nannan talked nicely to Wan Wan, saying that because she met a very good brother before, who was very similar to Wan Wan and wore the same clothes, she felt that Wan Wan was also a good person, so she helped him.
Thinking of this, Wan Wan thought fiercely in his heart, he really deserves to be a ghost, the skill of talking nonsense has reached the full level.
He was still wondering at the time, D-class personnel are all ruthless murderers, how could Nannan meet a good person.
Wanwan knew who wrote it now, but he was still puzzled, "Why did you do this?"
Father Snowman stood in the distance, and after hearing his words, he slowly clenched the cross on his chest. The silver chain was pulled tightly, which was very obvious on the black robe. He explained: "In order for him to leave smoothly here."
This "he" must refer to Zhitao. Hearing this, Wanwan felt doubts in his heart. In his opinion, as long as Father Snowman is willing, Zhitao can leave here at any time, but now listen to Snowman The words of the priest seem to be different.
Father Snowman understood Wanwan's doubts, but he didn't explain any further, and only ordered softly: "Come here."
Wanwan was about to lift his feet and walk over, when he was suddenly pulled by the black shadow of public revenge. The speed of the pull was so fast that Wanwan was so blown by the wind that he couldn't even open his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he followed Snowman. The priest was only a meter away.
After he came over, Father Snowman's face gradually turned pale, his pupils dilated, blood dripped from his chest, a chill came from his body, and Wan Wan stepped back uncomfortably.
Although Father Snowman was not the worst death he had ever seen, it was the most penetrating. It was an indescribable coldness that would make people feel the most instinctive fear.
However, Father Snowman didn't do anything to him, but he did something to himself. The priest put his hand into the heart and slowly pulled it out.
Father Snowman had a pair of beautiful big hands with distinct joints and obvious veins, as if they were carved from plaster. Now, this perfect hand was holding a mass of dancing red, which was extraordinarily bright.
Wan Wan's eyes were fixed on that heart, and he felt that his heart was being pinched by big hands. Even without relying on 143, he could clearly realize what it was.
It is the body of 1047.
Priest Snowman obviously cherished his body, so he let the black mist wrap it layer by layer. After wrapping it up, he gave the bloody heart to Millionaire, and said in a low voice, "Take it."