2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Zhang Xixue still had her eyes closed, but finally spoke, her tone weak but filled with sadness: "When... did you..."

"Five months ago." Zhang Zitong leaned back and sat on the chair with a playful expression: "How about it, it was much earlier than you imagined, right? If they hadn't found me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have found it in my life. Do you know the truth about my father’s death?”

"I asked why the police couldn't solve the case for so long. Every time I asked, they said they were investigating, investigating, investigating, investigating..."

Zhang Zitong's speaking speed became faster and faster, and his emotions became more and more excited. But perhaps because she was afraid of arousing alarm from outside, she suppressed her voice very low, becoming sharp and hoarse: "They already knew who the murderer was, but they are also accomplices!"

"My father just joined a mafia-related organization. He only managed the books for others and never got involved in those dirty businesses. They all told me that even if my father was arrested, but there is no evidence, he would be sentenced to ten years at most. He would be released...but you, but you killed him directly..."

Zhang Zitong was breathing heavily, looking at the figure lying on the hospital bed with extremely malicious eyes, and he didn't know when a utility knife appeared in his hand.

Zhang Xixue's body trembled slightly, but not because of fear, but because the result she least wanted to see was now spread out bloody in front of her eyes.

"You stayed by my side, watching my sad and painful look, and enjoying my mouth every day saying 'Sister Xixue, you are such a good person', 'Sister Xixue, you are so gentle', 'Sister Xixue, I don’t know what I will do in the future without you... ugh... you obviously killed my father and still enjoy my gratitude and dependence, it must make you happy, right?"

Zhang Zitong's expression was a little distorted at this time, his eyes widened, as if he might eat the enemy alive at any time.

But at the next moment, her expression suddenly softened, with a shy smile at the corner of her mouth, and even a little girl's innocence: "You know, when I saw Brother Yan in the cafe, I really I was so happy...can you imagine how happy I was? I almost laughed out loud, but luckily I held it in."

"During that time, I was a blind fool, Brother Yan was a good man with a sense of justice, and you played both of us around. While appreciating my pain, you deceived Brother Yan and flirted with him. Ambiguous. Fortunately, he saw your true face in the end and stopped contacting you... He is really a very good person, strong and gentle..."

"I even began to hope that the poison would not take your life so easily. Let you live in pain, and then watch me and him together. Just like me back then, I only dared to hide in the darkness. I’m watching the two of you getting closer and closer from the corner..."

"Lord God seems to have heard my call, you are really not dead."

A blush of satisfaction appeared on Zhang Zitong's face, and then he slowly stood up, grabbed Zhang Xixue's hair, and forced her face upward:

There was a sound of flesh and blood squirming, and several hair-like blood threads protruded from near the wound and grabbed the handle of the utility knife. Zhang Zitong was startled, and immediately let go of his hand, hiding under the window like a little rabbit.

"Xiaoxue, the food is ready and ready to eat."

"Who do you think my daughter learned her good skills from?"

Zhang Zitong grasped the handle of the knife and stabbed it forward with all his strength in excitement.

The wound on Zhang Xixue's throat slowly closed, leaving no trace in the end.

"How about it? Does it sound familiar? Is it exactly the same? Last time, you brutally killed my father and then played with our feelings under the veil of hypocrisy. This time, it was you lying on the hospital bed. , and I can enjoy your pain at will, and finally ended up with Brother Yan."

"This is simply...a perfectly matched revenge."

Li Qiaoyun walked into the ward and hurriedly put the lunch boxes folded into several layers on the table, wanting to quickly check on her daughter's condition.

Zhang Xixue's originally confused expression suddenly turned panicked. She wanted to remind her mother out loud, but due to her physical weakness and her previous excitement, she could only let out a few weak and hoarse shouts when she opened her mouth.

"Xiaoxue? Are you talking?"

There was no blood spurting out from the wound, perhaps because no artery was damaged, but how could it be possible that not even a drop of blood flowed out?

When his vision returned to normal, Zhang Zitong saw Li Qiaoyun's originally kind and gentle face, but now it was as cold as ice.

"What's going on...what's going on..."

That was the knife Li Qiaoyun used to cut apples for his daughter, and it was already in Zhang Zitong's hand.

This is the "perfect contrast of revenge".

As soon as she finished speaking, she clenched the utility knife in her hand and stabbed it hard.

The utility knife was slowly pulled out by the blood and fell on the white quilt. There was no trace of blood on the blade.

However, the next moment, the scene in her eyes suddenly turned upside down, and then there was severe pain in her back, and she almost fainted.

Zhang Zitong paused slightly in his hand movements and looked down: "Is this begging for mercy?"

Zhang Xixue also looked confused, and she didn't know what happened.

Zhang Zitong exerted a little force and wanted to pull out the utility knife, but he felt that the blade was clamped by a pair of steel pliers and could not be moved at all.

This was Zhang Zitong's first time killing someone, but she knew something was wrong with this situation.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from diagonally in front, holding a fruit knife with a cold light in its hand.

Zhang Zitong's cheeks turned red, and he slowly placed the utility knife in his hand on Zhang Xixue's throat.

"Prrr..."

The blade completely penetrated the snow-white neck, but the imagined scene of blood splattering did not happen.

Yes...that's right...you kill my father, and I kill your mother...this is only fair...

Her whole body was strangled by the neck and pressed firmly to the ground. Her right wrist was grabbed and turned by this unattractive middle-aged woman. She was constantly experiencing heartbreaking pain. The fruit knife had long been dropped aside.

"Pfft..."

Even though she was driven crazy by hatred, Zhang Zitong still retained the thinking ability of ordinary people. The strange scene in front of her made her feel unspeakable fear.

At this moment, the sound of opening the door and the sound of a woman's footsteps came from the door of the ward.

"Monster...you have become a monster..." Zhang Zitong's face was full of fear, mixed with the original anger and resentment, and suddenly formed an extremely complicated and twisted expression.

"You're crazy."

"You are crazy. I feel very good now." Zhang Zitong exerted a little force with his left hand and pulled the other person's head back a few points. There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes: "My heart has never been as satisfied as it is now. Pass."

"You're crazy." Zhang Xixue's face was as pale as paper, and there was no trace of blood on her lips: "You...have been influenced by others."