purple mist

a few hours ago.

With a wry smile, Xue Han followed his mentor back to his home, carrying a violin and a bag of newly bought clothes.

God, this is not my 'good death' ah.

His somewhat slack eyes were mixed with weakness, and his chest was aching.But in Xue Han's bones, respecting teachers and respecting elders cannot be washed away by black water like ink, so he can't just walk away and ignore the old man's kindness.Although this good heart is mixed with poisonous chicken soup.

It's like a prisoner who has finally got rid of the shackles, and is used to the life of being framed in the middle. Over time, his hands have memorized the appearance of the locks. I don't know what Passover is.

Xue Han's heart was warm and tired after eating dinner. It seemed that he hadn't eaten such a common meal for a long time.He likes fried food, fried chicken wings, french fries, fried pork chops, whatever garbage.It was something he rarely ate before.I feel elated when I eat it, but feel nauseated after I eat it.Yan Lingyi often dislikes him because he has a tendency to abuse himself.

At this moment, it is very comfortable to eat a bowl of light hot soup without too much seasoning and home-cooked meals.

It’s just that after a lively meal, Xue Han, a ten-year-old young man, was about to help clean up the dishes, but Teacher Wang’s daughter-in-law waved him and Susu out for a walk. Milk tea shop, Mr. Wang wants to drink.

Teacher Wang who was suddenly called was startled, then nodded quickly, and said with a smile: "Ah... yes, yes, this person is old, and he likes to taste things that young people like."

The corners of Xue Han's eyes couldn't help but twitch, and he always had a bad feeling.

As it turned out, his premonition came true.It's just not quite what he expected.

"Hiss..." Xue Han just woke up and opened his eyes, when there was a tooth-stinging pain from the back of his neck, and he thought that this brat was quite heavy on his hands.

"you're awake."

Zhang Zichen's voice sounded from the corner, extremely calm.

Xue Han resisted the dizziness and discomfort, and managed to raise his head.The high school student neighbor who just chatted with him in the small supermarket downstairs is sitting in a corner not far from him, holding a brand new online game strategy in his hand, reading it with gusto.Xue Han's violin and shopping paper bags were randomly scattered beside him.

"Little friend, don't you think you should temporarily put aside the heavy responsibility of writing books when you tie a big living person in front of you?" Xue Han frowned and said amusedly.

The heavy down jacket from this morning was still draped over his shoulders, covering his hands tied behind his back, and he was struggling to get up from the warm floor in an extremely awkward posture.

This is Zhang Zichen's bedroom. It's not a big place, but it's crowded with all kinds of gadgets, some new and some old. Among them is a worn-out basketball that's dead. It can be seen that Zhang Zichen is quite a nostalgic person.

"You can't run away again." Zhang Zichen was in the period of changing his voice, his voice was a little hoarse and uncertain, and he was flipping through the book without raising his head.

He looked quite calm, as if it wasn't the first time he had done something like kidnapping.However, the speed of turning the pages was extremely fast, making one wonder if he was really reading.

Xue Han twisted his waist slightly from side to side, barely shaking the down jacket off his shoulders.With blurred eyes, he barely looked around Zhang Zichen's bedroom, and while looking at it, he said leisurely: "Well, you didn't tie my legs, and you didn't seal my mouth, how can you be sure that after I wake up? Won't you take the opportunity to run away or yell for help? Anyway, I'm also a grown man a few years older than you."

Zhang Zichen finally paused with his fingertips. He raised his head, which was scratching the board, scanned Xue Han up and down, and said with undisguised contempt: "It's just you? The patient."

Xue Han was so exaggerated that he showed an expression of sudden realization, as if he almost applauded and said, "It's amazing that you've seen it all." That vivid appearance made Zhang Zichen couldn't help but want to beat him up.

Xue Han clearly heard the sound of the paper being crumpled, and finally slowly suppressed his smile, and said seriously, "So? Why did you tie me up?"

Suddenly, silence permeated the small space.Zhang Zichen's dark eyes quietly stared at the young man in front of him who was a little embarrassed at the moment, his trousers were stained with black marks when he dragged him back.He even had time to think about it, Qiu Yitong seemed to have told him that a boy with this look was called a little milk dog.

But at this moment, he doubted Qiu Yitong's words, because this man, who was not much taller than him, was still so calm that his scalp was numb under such a situation of being controlled by others.

He was leaning against the wall with his hands folded back, his light brown eyes locked on him firmly without any emotion, under the dim yellow light glowing with a poisonous cold light, the corners of his lips drooped slightly, unexpectedly It reveals the arrogance of some superiors.

Noisy he is the judge.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

"Do you really like me?"

The desolate female voice suddenly broke into Zhang Zichen's mind, causing a dull pain in his temple.

The unclosed chat box, the pills for depression, and even the wind blowing on the rooftop with the fragrance of fresh shower gel, all of them rushed past his eyes like a lantern at this moment, and swept away the girl who always smiled cautiously , leaving a femme fatale in place.

Kill them all.

Killing them all has nothing to do with him.

The long silence was finally broken. Zhang Zichen gritted his teeth, and threw the guidebook in his hand onto the floor. The pages of the book rattled for a long while and finally stopped on a certain page that no one cared about.The tall and thin boy stood up, as if he had made a lot of determination, and pulled out a knife with a slightly different length from the supermarket plastic bag opened on the table.

It is said to have a subtle length because it is as wide and narrow as a fruit knife, but longer than a fruit knife, but shorter than an ordinary kitchen knife.It's a weird knife that no one who has ever used a paring knife or a kitchen knife would buy.

But it seems appropriate to use such a knife to kill people.

It is easier to pierce the skin, and it can go deeper.

Xue Han's eyes opened slightly. He didn't expect this kid to have such a good psychological quality as a villain. He didn't hesitate at all and didn't make any opening remarks.

He just watched the boy with an empty expression walking towards him step by step with a knife in his hand. In an instant, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back and palms, and his body trembled unconsciously.

The tip of the knife reflected a touch of coldness against the light, which made Xue Han feel a deep pain in his flesh.With a secret force between his teeth, a rusty taste filled his mouth, forcing himself to calm down by biting the tip of his tongue.

The boy with the knife stopped in front of Xue Han, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked at Xue Han without blinking, but for a moment, he frowned.

It seems that a person who kills for the first time is looking at the live fish on the cutting board and thinking about where to cut the knife.

"You... killed her like this before?"

Xue Han narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice.He stared closely at the boy's movements, quickly rehearsing the possibility in his mind if he got up and ran to the door at this moment.

However, to his complete surprise, Zhang Zichen's whole body froze, as if some switch had been touched, he suddenly gritted his teeth and raised his hand to strike at Xue Han's neck.

Damn, I lost the bet.

The promised villain died because of talking too much?

Xue Han's eyes dimmed suddenly, and it was too late to dislike the dust on the floor and get angry about his handsome posture, so he fell sideways on the floor.

The tip of the knife slashed across the gray wall, leaving a trail of skeletons.

After all, he was a fresh-blooded high school student. Zhang Zichen missed a fierce blow, and was about to swing the second knife with a backhand. The strength and speed made Xue Han frown and couldn't help but click his tongue.

However, before the second knife fell, Xue Han finally broke free from the shackles on his hands and grabbed Zhang Zichen's wrist.

"Oh, little friend." Xue Han stopped the point of the knife that was going down with all his strength in front of the tip of his nose with both hands, and gritted his teeth in a hoarse voice: "Here, I suggest you don't use a loose button to tie someone up next time."

Zhang Zichen almost laughed at him at this inappropriate moment, the veins on his forehead popped up, and he replied viciously: "I will improve it next time!!!"

In the dominant posture, Zhang Zichen concentrated on exerting strength on the hand holding the knife. Seeing that the two were in a stalemate, and the tip of the knife was trembling and getting closer, Xue Han slammed his foot towards Zhang Zichen's defenseless kneecap. When he was caught off guard and staggered to the side, Xue Han suddenly exerted force from his waist and turned the two of them neatly upside down. He pressed his knees against Zhang Zichen's legs and pressed his whole body weight on it.

As a high school student who has completed the nine-year compulsory education, Zhang Zichen is certainly not stupid. He almost used all his strength to hold the handle of the knife. into Xue Han's hands.

He seems to have some weird obsession with the initiative of holding a sharp weapon.

Xue Han just put his hand out and knew that it would be impossible for him to snatch a sharp knife that couldn't be touched from the hands of this brutish boy.In the nick of time, his eyes quickly swept across the blade, and an idea of ​​injuring the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred suddenly popped up in his mind.

He frowned, and for a moment, his handsome face showed a conflict of helplessness and the determination of a strong man to go to righteousness. Without hesitation, he held the blade with the palm of his right hand, and the stinging pain went straight to his forehead along the palm of his hand, making him groan in pain With a sound, the bright red blood fell down the tip of the knife in an instant, and fell to the ground tick-tock.

The strong smell of blood quickly spread.

After all, Zhang Zichen was too young. He had never seen such a self-harming act of grabbing a knife.As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes, but those who are even more frightening are not afraid of death.In a certain second, Zhang Zichen actually imagined that the other party snatched the knife away like this, and slashed at him with the sharp blade in his hand.He instantly had the idea of ​​retreating, and subconsciously pulled back.

As if everything was in slow motion, Xue Han captured Zhang Zichen's suddenly enlarged and shaken pupils on his immature face at close range. He also glanced at the tattoo behind his ear, and even marveled that it was so fucking amazing. It's a cross.

Panting heavily, he pulled the trembling knife tip towards his neck, the sudden increased pressure pushed the knife edge into his palm a step further, and the ticking blood beads instantly connected into a string, staining the two people's flesh and blood. clothing.

"If you want to kill me, be serious." Xue Han endured the pain of tearing flesh and blood, and his panting became heavier, but he slowly evoked a cruel smile, which made his indistinguishable face quite strange, Continuing to say quietly: "What does it mean to just greet your face and play? Jealous of Lao Tzu being a handsome guy?"

He is not afraid of death at all? !

Zhang Zichen's eyes widened, watching Xue Han violently pull the blade towards his neck and wipe it away inch by inch.Maybe it was the smell of blood that made his stomach queasy. When he realized that he was about to kill this person, his vision suddenly blurred. At that moment, he could almost hear his heart beating like a drum.

Does he really want to kill?

"Do not……"