It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

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The night gradually darkened, covering the earth, and Yamada dragged his tired body back to his home, an ordinary single apartment. He was not born rich, and he had saved a lot over the years, but he didn't have the energy to change it for better. I have imagined a big house before, but now I no longer pursue these.

The house isn't dirty, but it's a bit messy. Living alone, he doesn't care about cleaning, which is in stark contrast to his clean appearance in the past.

When I was alone, I started to face myself, and a bunch of thoughts and emotions came up, examining, comparing, doubting, and laughing at myself.

He washed his face, looked at his own dull gaze, and felt that he was ridiculous now, alive, but lost his vitality.

Even the initial desire to climb higher is gone.

"It's boring to live like this."

He said something to himself, picked up the beer in hand, opened a can, and started to reward himself for a day of running around with simple food.

After eating, lean on the sofa, watch TV channels, and listen to cross talk performances and variety shows by comedians.

Unknowingly, I fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, he dreamed of the old man's eyes that were dying, and he opened them in fright, covered in cold sweat.

When he came to the bathroom, he stared at his bloodshot eyes, and asked through gritted teeth, "It's been so many years, why are you still refusing to let me go."

He really wanted to punch the mirror, but he let go quickly, and his anger turned into bitterness.

It is not ghosts that are causing trouble, but people's hearts, and the one who refuses to let him go is actually himself.

After being alone for a while, he sat on the sofa and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound outside the door, and a wild animal shouted.

Tuk tuk... There was a knock on the door, Yamada walked to the door and looked through the cat's eyes, but there was no one outside the door.

He walked back and just sat down when there was another knock on the door.

Look again, still no one.

He was turning around when there was another knock on the door.

He became irritable, and immediately opened the door: "Who is it!"

But this time there was a figure standing outside the door, that person was wearing a high school student's sailor uniform, his hair was drooping, and his eyes were dark red: "It's me..."

Yamada's blood froze for a moment, and his fingertips trembled: "Yoshi, Yoshino... Sachiko..."

The dead man, who was exactly the same as eight years ago, grinned at Yamada, and said in a cold and dead tone, "It's your turn."

Chapter 46

Stared at by the dead, Yamada was shrouded in coldness.

Sachiko Yoshino is dead.

Died in the summer long ago, in the night of cicadas singing.

Yamada did not go to worship, but remembered that she committed suicide.

He couldn't have the courage to fight against it at all, a gust of cold wind blew over, he took a step back, and fell on the entrance door.

"you you……"

"Are you here...to seek revenge on me?"

Yamada looked embarrassed and his voice was dry.

Sachiko Yoshino took a step forward, and the lights in the room began to flicker on and off.

"For eight years, I have always wanted to tear you into pieces..."

"It's just that you are not the one I want to kill the most, so I saved you until the end."

She licked her fingers lightly, her nails painted bright red.

"Finally?" Yamada asked with difficulty: "How many people did you kill?"

"I don't remember very much." Yoshino Sachiko tilted her head: "Maybe eight? Maybe a dozen? It's not easy to find those who are hiding... It took a lot of time, but I finally found them one by one. They, plucked out their eyes, plucked out their hearts, hung them from beams with their entrails."

Yamada opened his mouth and lowered his head remorsefully: "I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry..."

"Oh? Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Yamada knelt down on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and apologized heavily: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect such a result at all."

"Hahaha."

Sachiko Yoshino showed a bewitching smile, so ironic that she had heard it so many times.

Before facing the threat of death, people will kneel down and beg for mercy, crying and confessing their sins.

But does it make sense?

It means nothing to the dead.

Even though Yamada has been blaming himself for this for eight years, willing to bear the cross of guilt... For those who have already lost and those who refuse to rest in peace, the only acceptable result is to pay in blood!

Just like that tombstone.

Forgive me, it's not as easy as it says!

"I will forgive you."

Sachiko Yoshino bent down and lightly tapped Yamada's face with her fingers, her smile was charming and bright, she said with a smile.

Yamada raised his head tremblingly: "Really?"

The smile changed in an instant, the corners of the mouth were torn all the way to the ears, and the mouth opened with sharp fangs.

"After you die!"

With a light swipe of the finger, it was like a knife cutting flesh, a hideous wound was torn from the forehead to the side of the face, and the flesh rolled out.

Yamada lay on the ground clutching his bloody face, screaming continuously.

"Face, my face..."

"What's it called? It's just a cut. The pain I felt back then was a thousand times better than this!"

Sachiko Yoshino stuck out her tongue to lick the blood from her fingertips.

"When I killed them, I also tortured them for a full seven hours. You are lucky...you can choose a quicker death."

Yamada covered his face from the severe pain and smiled miserably.

It was his own fault for such a result.

He walked out of the small mountain village with longing in his heart, and wanted to step up to the position of master step by step.

After graduating from university, I went to a Buddhist temple to ask a master to change the name of Cizi. The eminent monk looked at him and wrote him the word "ren".

He only thought that the other party looked down on him, even though he accepted the calligraphy and painting, he discarded them like a shoe, throwing them in the corner without hanging them up.

Perhaps, from that moment on, his life was destined to usher in this kind of result.

Neither did he stick to the way of benevolence from the beginning; nor did he completely abandon his conscience and become a villain.

"Evil comes with evil..." Yamada grinned miserably and whispered.

He was lying on the ground, powerless to resist, watching Yoshino Sachiko's raised hand, the shadow enveloped him.

"Retribution, retribution."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes silently, waiting for death.

wait……

not long...

Three to five seconds ticked by, but the pain never came.

Yamada opened his eyes weakly, and what he saw in his eyes were sharp claws dripping with blood.

The nails were sharp, and the claws seemed to grow out of the flesh, almost touching his face, but they could not be touched within a few centimeters.

He could see the distortion and hatred on Yoshino Sachiko's expression, and he couldn't understand why she stopped.

Subconscious shift of sight.

He saw an extra hand on the back of Yoshino Sachiko's head, and that hand locked her hair, clasping her fingers tightly.

The more she wanted to move forward, the tighter the hair pulled.

"Let go!" Yoshino Sachiko turned her head in pain, her claws slammed into the abrupt hand behind her.

But she quickly became numb.

A huge force hit her, grabbed her hair, pulled her body weighing hundreds of catties, dragged her out of the apartment room, and threw her down the corridor on the third floor.

The screams and roars of the beasts rang out along with the sound of falling to the ground.

Yamada's eyes were soaked with sweat and blood, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to see who was coming.

He didn't try to see clearly until the man approached and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes.

"Master Bai..."

"Yeah." Bai Wei said, "It's me..."

"Why are you here?" Yamada asked weakly.

"If I don't come, you won't survive tonight." Bai Wei said, "Can you stand up?"

"Ah, thank you." Yamada held the opponent's hand and was helped up.

The corridors were shaking, and there seemed to be something terrifying rampaging in some old apartment corridors, and the sound was getting closer.

"Don't worry, since I'm here, that thing won't hurt you." Bai Wei said calmly and confidently.

"How can I trouble you so much?" Yamada panicked, covering his bleeding wound, "It's my crime, and it's the revenge I should have taken."

"Maybe." Bai Wei didn't deny it.

"Then I should..."

"Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil." Bai Wei said with sincerity.

"How to repay the evil deeds you have done is your business; standing here is an affirmation of the good deeds you have done."