Cannon Fodder Through Books

Chapter 80 Why Save You
Mo Ye gradually pulled the curtain.

Just after nine o'clock, there was a torrential rain outside the house, followed by lightning, thunder and thunder.

Xi Xiao was covered with a quilt, just concentrating on fighting the landlord.

"I'll knock, just break the card."

After losing three games in a row, she threw away her phone and got out of bed to draw the curtains.

The home furnishing of the upper class is indeed of good quality.

Leaving aside how excellent the sound insulation effect of the windows is, the curtains are layered and slippery. Once they are drawn properly, almost no light can come in.

After finishing a series of tasks, Xi Xiao smeared and climbed into bed.

I fumbled and flipped through my phone for a long time, and when I fell asleep completely, it was almost midnight.

She suppressed her pantothenic eyes, and set six alarm clocks in a daze before turning off the phone and closing her eyes.

Fall back to sleep.

It has always been the skill Xi Xiao is most proud of.

Even in such a tense moment in the third year of high school, she never suffered from insomnia.

At that time, other parents were trying to relieve the pressure on their own children. Only Xi Xiao's parents, seeing their daughter alive and kicking, helplessly spread their hands: There is no way, this baby has a big heart.

The heavy rain outside the window was still washing over the eaves, the shadows of the trees whirled violently, and the leaves were scattered by the wind.

The coldness of early autumn is derived.

After midnight.

In the quiet main hall of the villa, there was suddenly the sound of very light footsteps.

Step by step.

Go up the spiral staircase.

Go straight to the third floor and attack Xi Xiao's room.

The sound of a bunch of keys shattered the night, shining golden lacquer.

The man's back is generous and not straight.

With some light, he picked out a key, bent down and inserted it into the lock in front of him.

The metal texture of the key just hit the lock.

Lingling for a moment.

The man's neck suddenly stabbed.

The key, which had just entered the hole, fell out of his hand and slammed on the door lock with a clatter.

His head was dizzy, and the overwhelming nightmare rushed over.

His knees gave way and he fell down.

The whole body fell heavily on the cold marble tiles, and the back of the head overflowed with blood.

The lining was pure white, and suddenly it was extremely filthy.

A young man, standing upright behind the man, slowly put away a syringe in his right hand wearing a milky white rubber glove.

On the fine-tipped needle, there is still a small transparent liquid falling down.

"Clap."

At this time, white light slanted across, and the room suddenly lit up.

Hitting the young boy's delicate face, he was cold and pale, without emotion.

The phone vibrated low.

He texted back: Are you there yet?OK, ready to catch.

On one knee, he placed the syringe on the edge of the wall, and wrapped his gloved hand around the man's ankle.

Disgust, ready to come out from the bottom of his eyes.

The man's body was dragged like a corpse in a morgue.

The boy lifted the bolt and pushed the glass away.

The howling wind whipped up the bangs on his forehead.

Bloody scars, scabs all over the place.

With force, he grabbed the man's skirt and loosened it violently.

A streamline that quickly disappears gorgeously.

There was no sound of heavy objects hitting the ground downstairs.

He looked down and began to twiddle his fingers one by one, taking off the rubber gloves gracefully.

Then he picked up the thing and threw it down.

The windows were re-closed.

It was quiet again.

The boy took out his handkerchief and knelt down, slowly wiping away the red marks on the porcelain plate.

He picked up the syringe again, turned the key, and pushed the door open.

Quietly walked to the bedside in the room.

The girl was in a deep sleep, with only one arm exposed, unconsciously clutching the quilt tightly, her face flushed, and her breathing steady and sweet.

The boy pressed down and stopped at the tip of her nose.

His eyes were dim, filled with emotions.

"Sister Xi, why do you always protect me?"

Once, twice, three times.
He can still keep telling himself that everything is just to take advantage of.

But it wasn't until a few hours ago that the audio monitoring her was heard.

Hearing her words, when the Buddha is chasing.

The dam in his heart seemed to have cracked overnight.

"Sister Xi, I saved you."

The young man muttered, dazed, puzzled at himself.

why.

Why do you suddenly want to save her?

Originally, he should have stood by and watched her be destroyed.
Xi Xiao still snored softly, just like before in the hospital.

Nangong Yimeng stretched out a finger in a daze, and stroked her lips carefully with the back of her finger.

Soft jelly texture.

His Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and his hands scratched out several folds on Xi Xiao's pillow.

Breathing a little out of control, he quickly got up and stepped out.

Going down to the second floor, he returned to the room, closed the door, walked to the gramophone, and inserted a vinyl record into it.

The deep violin music spread out in an instant.

Outside the glass window, the rain is beating, and the rhythm is just right.

He was leaning on the chair with his head hanging back, revealing his fair and slender neck.

A certain kind of unguarded, slightly decadent, morbid beauty emerges without any concealment.

The needle tube was thrown into the trash can, he touched his forehead, accompanied by music, his nails were gradually digging down.

Blood trickled slowly down his fingers.

Extreme depression.

There is no desire to live.

Only pain can make him feel the existence of life.

If he wants to live, to live consciously, it is impossible for him to be painless like a normal person.
The phone was pressed against his leg, and he got up.

　Nangong Yi: What's wrong with you, author?
　　Author: I hold back my words, I bald because of you every day, and I haven't been loved yet. (No recommendations, no rewards, no woo, I feel like I've been sidelined)
　　Xi Xiao: If you can’t do it, just beat me up?
　　Author Bacteria: If you break it, you will lose money.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)