Cannon Fodder Through Books

Chapter 1 Pulling You Back
It was six o'clock in the morning and it was freezing cold.

"boom!"

The pungent tar smell quickly dissipated, accompanied by the crackling of sparks.

People passing by stopped and gathered on the nearby crosswalk.

This is a traffic accident, the cause is still unknown.

A warm-hearted person walked over, and a big cloud of mist came out of his mouth.

"Hey, 110? Send the road police over here, there's just been a car accident on the Kunbei section!"

The rest of the people couldn't help whispering, with a look of fear.

"The driver must have run the red light!"

"It's a pity. It's hard to raise such a big girl. I guess she won't survive."

There were voices of discussion floating under the car one after another, and the girl struggled to move her legs, but unfortunately the movement was too small to attract the attention of passers-by.

She was in a daze, and felt that her newly bought down jacket was getting heavier and heavier, as if it had absorbed something, and it was getting faster and faster.

Is it blood?

Did you have a car accident?

Tsk, it hurts
When she was dying, she suddenly got a shock on her back——

Fog grass! The driver of this broken car has no money at first glance!Can you afford the medical malpractice fee? !
A parallel world, a villa in the northern suburbs of Xijiang.

In late autumn, the cold arc-shaped floor-to-ceiling windows are disappearing in the dark, until after eight o'clock, when the lights are turned on, the surroundings are as bright as day in an instant.

Celebrities got out of the extended Rolls-Royce one after another, the doors closed, and the high heels crushed the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees.

In the majestic hall, the sound of the piano is graceful, and the goblets of red wine are constantly colliding.

This is a century-old Western-style villa with exquisite structure and perfect space.The light shines through the aisle, and finally disappears into the eerie depths.

A bronze door carved with relief stood there, locked firmly from the inside.

There was no light inside, and there was a dead silence.

Through the moonlight, I could barely see the lined paper pasted all over the wall.

On it, there are all kinds of squares, circles, and even irregular lines, with forceful strokes and ferocious scratches.

They twist and climb, and eventually return to the original point, forming a dead end.

The man in the room flicked his fingertips and dialed out a series of numbers on the phone. The earphones received a signal and emitted a faint blue light in the silence.

A response came from inside, "I have already fainted."

"Okay," he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and his red lips seemed to be bleeding: "I will give you the account password later."

The frequency of the current is rapidly lost.

He took off the earphones, put his hands on his knees, grabbed the joints, and squeezed them suddenly.

"Oh, it really is a pair of useless legs."

The voice is deep and deep, like the treacherous and dark sea.

Then he exerted force with his arm, driving the wheelchair under him.

The rubbery cortex crushed the cold marble.

The man opened the curtain and stopped in front of the porcelain white bathtub, which was full of water and still steaming.

After a while, there was a violent splash inside, and soon, calm returned.

A bony hand held the handle of the knife, and the bright white blade deflected, reflecting the double amber pupils.

The inside is viscous, like a reptile wrapped in a dying struggle.

"Tick-"

Moonlight shines through the bead curtain, projecting chaotically on this body.

Red and white are intertwined, vivid and unusual.

The water in the bathtub gradually turned dark red, exuding the smell of rust.

There was a bear doll sitting on the big bed in the room, and the inside of the plush was already tattered cotton wool.

It is laughing.

That is - childlike, the purest laugh.

The man was still conscious, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, like a young butterfly that just broke out of its cocoon.

He seemed to be ignorant of the cut artery on his wrist, only the loose lips evoked a dark and sick pleasure.

This is the third life he has memory.

In the first life, he resigned himself to it.

The only emotional fluctuation was seeing that weak sister Xi, who actually ran into the church to sabotage her brother's wedding for love, but unfortunately, she died in vain in the end.

In the second world, his nerves were tense.

For some reason, the closer he got to his brother's wedding, the more obvious his feeling of familiarity with many things became.It wasn't until one day that his memory turned on, and then he realized that it was sister Xi who jumped off the building that day.

In the third life, that is, in this life, he woke up, completely woke up
This world is really dirty, whether it's on the surface or underground
It was disgusting, so he retaliated back without missing a single one.

And when all the dust settled, he seemed to be able to see the blood-colored manjusawa blooming in the sea of ​​fresh blood he had cultivated himself.

Extremely romantic and thrilling.

There is purgatory, but he can't go there.

How ironic.

All the crimes have been committed, but I can't ask for death.

There is only rebirth, which is always repeated.

Like a vicious circle.

But it doesn't matter, in the next life, he will bring someone over.

Through the temptation of the third life, he discovered a secret - the abnormal sister Xi in the previous two lives was not the real sister Xi at all, but a person who did not belong here.

It was she who awakened him, causing him to be reborn infinitely, so that he could not die.

So why can she just leave at will?!
No, you can't.

She has to come back, and this time, he will definitely "repay" her well.
Next to the bear doll, a mobile phone with a still bright screen was thrown.

On it, the deletion progress of a certain software is being recorded.

96% 97% 98%
The moment the screen went black, the progress of software deletion had just completed to [-]%.

A week later.

Finally someone remembered the locked room.

A servant stood in front of the door, his nostrils were filled with the strong smell of rust and iron coming from the crack in the door.

Soon, the police car roared up.

The police officer takes notes.

"Decedent's name, age and identity."

"The second young master of the Nangong family, Nangong Yi, is 23 years old."

"Obviously living under the same roof, how did you find out that he was dead a week later?"

The police officer looked serious.

The servant who called the police was stunned.

Yes, he is the second young master of Nangong. In their eyes, why, how could he be so invisible?
"Second Young Master doesn't usually like to go out, and we are used to it."

She touched her nose subconsciously.

Micro-expressions represent lying.

The pen that the police officer was recording made a deep mark on the paper.

"How long is the interval between going out once?"

Her voice weakened a little, "Two days."

He snapped the notebook shut.

"This time, we neglected the second young master because we were busy with the eldest young master's post-wedding banquet."

The servant hurriedly added.

"Okay, you all follow me to the police station to file a record."

The police officer scanned the long rows of servants in the back.

The Nangong family is really rich, but it's a pity that the human relationship is cold and warm, they know it themselves.

My second son died, and the Nangong family, including the eldest son, were still on vacation in Bali.

wedding banquet?
Oh, let's just turn it into a funeral banquet.

　[I'll say it again! Rebirth memes are not exclusive to a certain book! If there are still people who are ky as soon as they come up, I'm sorry, I will deal with it directly in the little black room. 】

　　Babies who still don’t understand, please continue to read down, after all, there are many pits (foreshadowing) in the front~ Well, in fact, Seventeen loves to dig pits, and of course they will fill in the back!So please take care of yourself when you read the text~

　　
　
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