Antibiotics: one in a trillion brothers

The smile on Wang Zhao's face disappeared slowly, he didn't ask anything, just shook his head: "No."

Yang Yi couldn't believe it, and stared at him angrily. Wang Zhao said, "I did it and I did it. I expected this day to come. I never thought of running away."

"Get in the car for me." Yang Yi gritted his back molars, "Did you hear that, get in the car for me."

"I escaped, what do you do?" Wang Zhaofu smiled again, with a calm smile, "For you, isn't gaining recognition from society higher than all other demands? I escaped, what should you do?"

"Don't worry about it! Get in the car!" Yang Yi shouted.

He opened the car door and jumped down, rushed over the window and grabbed Wang Zhao. The blood vessels on the two muscular arms burst out, and the two of them were almost nose to nose. Yang Yi said in a hoarse voice, "Don't you Get in the car with me, I will knock you out now and drag you away, I will do what I say."

"If you want to do this, I will bite the meth capsule in my teeth right now, and I will do what I say."

With a light reply, Yang Yi's pupils shrank into needlepoints in an instant, let go of Wang Zhao, and staggered back two steps, his face full of disbelief.

"Come in and sit for a while. I still have a bottle of red wine from a client under my bed. I just don't know if it's from [-]."

Wang Zhao turned around, with shawl and long hair, untied in an arc like the day they met again.

Yang Yi didn't have a smile on his face, and sat at the table in silence. Wang Zhao searched for a bottle opener all over the room, muttering to himself: "Where did it go? I remember there was one, but it hasn't been used for a long time." , I don't know if I can find it..."

He finally dug out a dirty bottle opener from a corner of a cardboard box, and waved to Yang Yi with a smile: "Finally."

Yang Yi looked up at him with a look of indifference, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know what's going on now?"

"I do not know."

"Then why did you answer 'no escape'? You didn't even ask me what happened."

Wang Zhaowu busily opened the red wine, looked back at him, and asked quietly: "What about you, do you know what I have done?"

"do not know."

"Then you said 'run away', and you didn't even ask me what I did."

Four eyes met, big eyes staring at small eyes.

"Is that what you did?"

"Yes."

"You know what I'm referring to?"

Wang Zhao paused: "I don't know."

It was only then that they discovered that both parties had tacitly forgotten to ask the reason, and only exchanged a few words, as if they understood each other's thoughts. They obviously didn't understand the specific situation, but they could omit the process and go straight to the result.

Wang Zhaopu laughed and shook his head lightly: "We are really brothers if our hearts are so connected." He filled a plastic cup with red wine, the round and clear color was quite imaginative. Sticky blood, he handed it to Yang Yi, "Here."

As soon as Yang took it, his fingers touched it inadvertently. Wang Zhao's hand was very cold, which reminded him of the temperature in his arms that winter.At that time, he almost thought that he would just die like this, turning into a popsicle and sleeping in his arms.

"Tell me, what did you find there?" Wang Zhao asked.

Yang Yi raised his head, drank half of the glass in one breath, put down the glass and said, "Room 18, No. 2407, Boyuan Green Town, Jinxiu District, a male corpse was found early this morning."

Wang Zhao narrowed his eyes and recalled, raised his glass and took a sip: "Oh, he has the impression that he has advanced liver cancer, cataracts and glaucoma, rheumatoid arthritis, diabetes, and anal fistula. He has no quality of life at all. A lot of money but nowhere to spend it." He sighed, "It seems that the guy who collected the corpse had an accident, and it was promised that he would take care of the funeral this time."

Yang Yi listened: "Now it's time for you to speak clearly."

Wang Zhao tossed his long hair, and looked at Yang Yi with a smile in his eyes: "Well, I just give people like him a comfortable death path."

His meaningful smile, white clothes and black hair, exudes an aura that makes people stay away in the small room with insufficient lighting.

"Anle Grocery Store." Yang Yi squeezed the plastic cup, which was slightly deformed due to the unbearable force, "Are you really doing euthanasia for people?"

"Well, many people want to die but can't die. They don't know how to die if they want to die, so I help them. With one injection, they can die completely in less than a minute. Those who want to experience more pain are fine. Pick any potion, anyway, it’s much easier and more environmentally friendly than jumping off a building and hanging yourself.”

"Dad?"

"also me."

"How many times have you done that?"

Wang Zhao stretched out his thin fingers and pointed to the counter of the small shop: "As many cigarette butts are there, as many people have died on my hands."

Yang Yi clenched his lower lip and said nothing. After a long while, he raised his head, closed his eyes, and finished drinking half a glass.The blood-red wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, crystal clear, Wang Zhao followed the small drop of water all the way across his Adam's apple, and was a little dazed.

Yang Yi bowed his head, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a long time, he spoke slowly, his tone full of exhaustion: "This is a crime of losing your head."

"I know," Wang Zhao answered quickly, "but I don't think I'm guilty, but if the law says I'm guilty, then I'm guilty. If euthanasia is legalized one day in the future, I'm innocent. That day must be It will come, because it is everyone's freedom to decide whether to live or die."

Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes, still bowing his head deeply: "The law will not be retroactive." He looked at his hands with a painful expression, "It is justice for Bruno to be tied to the stake and burned to death, Hammer The Rabbinic Code says that an eye for an eye is also justice, and it was also justice to prohibit premarital sex and abortion in the past. No matter how we say those things are unreasonable, it is also the justice of that era. Perhaps in the future, the system will be sound enough to rule out all euthanasia belts The negative effects that come, or people have changed the concept of 'death', and giving people the right to choose death will also become justice, but right now, that is not the case."

Wang Zhao sipped the red wine in the glass, thoughtfully, when the two sides were silent, the impact drill came through the air noisily from outside the door, hitting the eardrums.

He quickly blushed, and drunkenness climbed onto his pale cheeks, which actually made him look like a living person.

"Aren't you a non-drinker?" Yang Yi asked.

"Finally, let's drink a little." Wang Zhao said, "We probably only drink like this once in our life."

The word "finally" stung Yang Yi, he raised his face to look at him, a little flustered, the drunken Wang Zhao smiled at him, instead of the strong sinister and hostile spirit of the past, it was surprisingly gentle, and the smile reflected Yang Yi's figure, infatuation and fanaticism are hidden behind the mist.

"What is late is not justice, what is early is not justice, and what does not use prescribed methods is not justice." Wang Zhao said.

"Yes. It is not justice for you to euthanize someone, and it is not justice for that boy who killed the pedophile. It is only justice for me to shoot the criminal."

"Obviously it's also murder."

"Yeah, it's obviously a murder."

"We were forced to sign a contract with everyone else when we were born." Wang Zhao, who was slightly drunk, shook his head with a lazy expression, "Believe what most people believe, do what most people agree with, and never stand alone. Swear to go with the flow. Diamonds are expensive because everyone agrees that they are, and the authority of the law is the authority given to it by everyone.”

"I want to hand in the application for breaking the contract. I've thought about it for a long time. When the day comes, I will hand in the application for breaking the contract. I won't play with everyone." Wang Zhao looked around the small house and changed the subject, "After drinking this Cup, you take me away, go to the police station, remember to bring the ledger under the counter, the penultimate page contains the names, ages and addresses of all the people I have killed."

Sadness and anger suddenly surged in Yang Yi's heart, like something collapsed piecemeal, the thin thread stretched straight, and the weight on the other end was precarious.He heard Wang Zhao say again: "In my life, there is nothing worth cherishing, so it doesn't matter if I die, but you are different, you still want to live in this world with dignity. Judgment, then you can take me there."

With more than a dozen lives, it is impossible for him to survive.

"Run away." Yang Yi looked at him, begging for the first time, "While the time of death of the corpse has not been determined yet, they don't know the suspect, you run away, I will help you."

But Wang Zhao shook his head, leaned his head and shrunk his shoulders, and continued to smile strangely but gently in front of his eyes: "I will still be in the same world if I run away again. I know, you will not be dishonest and say you will protect me , will protect me, you are my brother."

The moment "Brother" came out, there was a surge of emotion, and Yang Yi collapsed suddenly, put his hands in his hair, hugged his head, panted intermittently because of restraint, and almost squeezed out words from between his teeth:

"The first second I existed in this world, you were by my side. I have problems with my brain, and you have more problems with my brain than mine," he panted and laughed angrily. I thought, 'Forget it, let him fend for himself', but he still can't do it, so you keep me chained all the time, and I can't do anything about you."

"You hurt me too." Wang Zhao said, but there was no sense of blame in his tone.

Yang Yi buried his head and did not speak.

"" One, I probably won't see her in the next life, and I won't be reincarnated as a human again. "

Yang Yi was silent for a while, and said: "When a person dies, he is dead. There is no soul to reincarnate."

Wang Zhaorou laughed softly: "Oh, that would be great."

He suddenly stood up, walked slowly to Yang Yi's side, and sat down next to him. The arms that were pressed together made Yang Yi recall the rainy night like lightning. There was a tremor that was almost imperceptible, and Wang Zhao said:

"But if there is a soul reincarnated, I will wait for you by the Naihe Bridge, and ask you again before drinking Mengpo soup if you love me, and then you have to answer well."

The heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of small needles, and blood beads ooze from the thousands of holes.

"Why don't you ask now."

Wang Zhao turned his head to look at him, and looked at him: "Living in this world, you are in shackles, how can you answer me?"

Staring at each other so closely, Yang Yi felt that Wang Zhao's smile was too complicated. There was relief after being disheartened, desperate despair, and relief after not getting what he wanted. "Remember, the list is on the penultimate page of the ledger under the counter. The key to the house where the tools and materials are stored is in my pocket. The process of my crime is recorded in the memo on that mobile phone. The password is you and mom." The date when I left my hometown, and you are the one who persuaded me to surrender, and I committed suicide in fear of crime when I saw the incident."

Yang Yi stared at him with wide eyes: "What do you mean...Wang Zhao!"

The moment the capsule burst, the taste of bitter almonds filled his mouth, and within a few seconds his vision began to blur. He smiled at the panic-stricken look of the only person he cared about in his life, and heard him shouting his name.

His hands and feet were as light as a piece of paper, and his consciousness flew to the boundless deep space. He was relieved, and he had waited for this day for too long.

For more than [-] years, Wang Zhao has always suspected that the world he sees is different from other people's. He often walks in the world full of doubts, perplexing things that others take for granted.For example, why the little rabbit in the class died, and the children would cry in unison; why he was slapped and scolded for being heartless when he laughed at his grandmother's funeral; Talking and preaching; why go to the martyrs cemetery to mourn; why everyone's national enthusiasm is so high when there is trouble; why everyone around except him can reach a high degree of consensus on too many issues.

This is really unbelievable, he is like a beast who has just cultivated into a human form, sincerely, sincerely, and from the bottom of his heart, he cannot understand the thinking of ordinary people.

Yang Yi can dance in shackles, but he has never been able to do it. He is a whale whose hair-receiving frequency does not match that of all his kind. The computer whose office software is coded in Martian is a kind of bacteria that is suppressed and rejected by the immune system of the human world.Looking back, it was a mess.

"We didn't talk very well before, but recently we talked a lot. It's nice to meet you again." He smiled and closed his eyes.

The long black hair seemed to carry the coolness of another world, wrapped around the fingers, smooth and soft like satin.

Yang stared helplessly at the body in front of him falling forward, and then there was an insignificant weight on his shoulders. He closed his eyes quietly like that year in the back seat of a taxi, stopped laughing and talking, as if he was tired It's like falling asleep to the extreme, so peaceful that it makes people's heart palpitate.

"Wang Zhao..."

no respond.

Putting his arms together, Wang Zhao tilted his head and snuggled into his arms, his body was still warm, and the tip of his nose rubbed against his neck, but the moist breath was no longer there.

Under the overly wide neckline, his name was still imprinted on the beating heart.

Not far away, the construction site was beating and beating, and some people were laughing loudly. The wind, as always, wrapped in the late summer temperature, rolled up sand and dust, and the clouds rolled across the sky. Everything has not changed the slightest because of the passing of a life. cruelty.

The cramped and dark small room was filled with swamp mud and was dead silent. Yang Yi hugged him in his arms, using all his strength, as if he wanted to crush him into his own body.

But the soul on the other end of the thread has already left, leaving only the end of the thread floating in the air.

His eye sockets were dry, and he couldn't feel sad. Instead, the moment he fell on his shoulders, he suddenly felt that a big rock finally fell to the ground, smashing out a blur of flesh and blood, and sighed "finally".

Arrival is only sooner or later, that is the fate that Wang Zhao cannot escape from birth, and he must have tried his best to live on until now. He does not belong to the world of two people, so he has to retire first.How a person lives is optional, as long as he pays the corresponding price, it seems that he paid for his freedom and his life.

It's just that since then, Yang Yi's heart has died. He looked at the long road ahead, and he was left alone in the desolate place.

Wang Zhao envied him for his ability to deal with people with ease, but in fact, he has always been jealous of Wang Zhao's wanton and unrestrained life.

He only dared to hide in the shadows, but Wang Zhao dared to walk in the sun, acting confidently as a shining psychopath.

The waves beat against the shore, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled golden light on the sea level, and the sea breeze, carrying salty moisture, gently blew his long hair and brushed Yang Yi's arms and cheeks, which was unbelievably gentle.The sky is burning from west to east, with seagulls circling and singing, two figures leaning against each other at dusk, Yang Yiwei puts his hair behind his ears, wraps his arms around his shoulders, and asks him if he likes to watch the sea.

Can't get an answer.

In the end, he doesn't know whether he likes to watch the sea, just as he doesn't know many things about him.They are always like this, bypassing the complicated and complicated practical trivial matters, generalizing but hitting the nail on the head, and reaching the deepest and essential secrets of the other party's heart.

"I'm jealous of you, but I can't live like you." Yang tilted his head, his lips almost kissed his forehead, and he suddenly lowered his eyes to look at him intently, "I still think you look better with short hair, But long hair suits you better."

At this moment, the sky is like the flames that exploded that year, and leaning on his shoulders is the young man who kept laughing wildly in the flames of that year.

Yang Yi asked: "Do you still remember that year when you bombed the warehouse?"

The wind blows her long hair, as if answering.

Yang Yi murmured: "I've always wanted to say to you, thank you and I'm sorry."

The canteen at the gate of their junior high school had a beautiful pug. When he was 15 years old, Wang Yi didn’t know what made Wang Yi’s stomach full of evil fire. He couldn’t help venting his anger on the dog. A small warehouse near the school.When the incident happened, the owner of the dog insisted that someone saw Wang Yi carrying him to the warehouse, pointed to the tooth marks on his tiger's mouth and said that it was bitten by a dog, and even made a fuss at the school, asking someone to escort Wang Yi forward. To find.At that time, Wang Da was sweating profusely, and the classmates who watched the excitement surrounded him three floors in and three floors away. As the warehouse got closer and closer, the mood became more and more desperate.

That dog is really cute, so his sins will be proportional to how cute he is.

He could imagine that the next day he would be labeled as a "pervert" and everyone would shout and beat him. His perfect image would be ruined. The girls would cry and accuse him of being insane, and the male classmates would frown and isolate him.

Wang Yixin was almost cold, but Wang Zhao fell from the sky—no exaggeration, just fell from the sky. Wang Yi was being pushed and pushed forward below, when he saw a window on the third floor of a residential building in front of him being pushed open. First, two sacks of flour were thrown out, and they hit the sloping roof of the warehouse with two muffled bangs.A small cloud of white smoke raised up instantly stunned the people below, and then a figure jumped out, facing the wind and volleying in an arc of two or three meters to hold the warehouse firmly.

The people below all exclaimed.

Standing tall, Wang Zhao stood with his backlit, carrying a bag of flour in the white smoke as if no one else was there, "What is he going to do?!" Others yelled, and saw him crawling to the small window on the roof of the warehouse twice, and without saying a word, put Sprinkle flour into it.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Everyone asked him in horror.

In the sense of special effects created by the smoke and dust, Wang Zhao turned his head and looked down. He had the ridiculous tragedy of fighting to the death. He met Wang Yi's astonished eyes, blinked at him wordlessly, and then smiled brightly at everyone. Raising his hand to screen away the crowd, he loudly said generously like a leader announcing a national event:

"Comrades, retreat, I'm going to blow up the house."

The crowd was silent, and then fled in all directions. The lighter fell into the smoke and dust, and the small warehouse exploded.The air waves whizzed past the top of his head, Wang Yi stared upwards, and saw Wang Zhao, who was hanging from the eaves of a residential building with one hand, laughing in the firelight, like a triumphant hero, laughing heartily like never before.

The flaming red light is reflected on the retina, burning in memory like a soldering iron.That scene will never be forgotten.

The dog was naturally blown up to ashes, so the matter of its disappearance was not settled.Wang Yi escaped, but Wang Zhao's actions shocked the whole city, and he was expelled from school three days later.

When the school, parents, and the local police station interrogated him in three sessions, Wang Zhao crossed his legs and smiled. When he glanced, he inadvertently passed Wang Yi who was standing aside, stayed for a short moment and then moved away: "Anyway, what happened to me, Not much more."

Yang Yi never told him that you are a complete idiot.

But at that moment, seeing your leaping figure, I envied you from the bottom of my heart for your courage.

I envy him for being so straightforward in everything he does, he is straightforward in doing the right thing, he is straightforward in doing the wrong thing, and he is straightforward in doing what he thinks is right; he is straightforward in being a freak, straightforward in saying love, and straightforward in his death.If you want to do what you want to do immediately, you will catch others by surprise.

Looking back on the first 15 years of being together, they have always been dependent on each other. They did not use "caring" and "companionship" as the medium, but took the lead in a way that surpassed ordinary people's cognition. Violence and destruction.You are my light, I follow your shadow.Now that there is no way to look back, Yang Yi counts every fragment of being with him, and suddenly finds that there is a softness deep in his hard-hearted heart.

If that counts as the answer to the question too.

At this moment, under the fiery sky, Yang Yi clung to his ear, and said to him very softly: "I don't believe in the afterlife, so I can't go to Naihe Bridge. If you want to hear it, I will answer you right now." .”

When the wind stopped, a clump of snow-white waves rolled up on the sea, and the tide rose, and then scattered with a crash.

Yang Yi had an extra tattoo on his heart, in the same position, with the same Arabic font, writing the same you.

The base is 10 and the exponent is 16.Ten to the sixteenth power.

One in a trillion, you are a trillion, I am one.

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The second chapter of "Antibiotics" revolves around Xia Jing and Miao Miao, and will be published in the next few days