Prison Building I

Walk along the Seine for 10 to [-] minutes, and then take the evening bus, and it takes about an hour and a half to reach their family.The detached villa looks like a dream castle in ancient Babylon in the dark night, with European-style spires soaring into the sky.Every time the sun goes down, this suburban villa is shrouded in hazy light and shadow, looking from a distance, it seems to have come to a fairyland isolated from the world.

It's a quiet and lonely place, which is a good place to hide.Likewise, if something happened here, no one would know.

Mrs. Martin with curly hair always wears her reading glasses and sits at the door waiting for these two "handsome young Chineseboys." In her words, these two children are angels sent from heaven.

"Sweethony." She liked to call them that at home.

Mrs. Martin saw her two little angels from a long distance, the tall one was holding a bouquet of fiery red flowers, smiling very happily; the other - Mrs. Martin preferred this gentle and delicate boy from her own heart.

He always squatted by her legs with crooked eyes and listened to her repeat those young memories, her husband who died young, the stories passed down from generation to generation in the old family, and the only child far away in a foreign country.No matter how many times Mrs. Martin repeats those old stories, or chokes up tears when she talks about emotions, her sweetJiang will gently pat her on the back, comfort her in a low voice and patiently, and always take care of her excited emotions.

For Mrs. Martin, who lives alone all year round, Jiang is like a gentle little sun, constricting its own radiance, and everything it reveals is just sweet. She is really envious of Jiang's parents who raised such a child. A kind and sensible boy, for this reason, he expressed his desire to meet Jiang's parents more than once, but he seemed unwilling to say too much about this matter. Every time Mrs. Martin wanted to continue asking, Ying would laugh out loud. If Jiang came to pick her up, Jiang would also walk away silently.So many days passed, and Mrs. Martin knew nothing about the origins of these two young people.

Mrs. Martin took off her reading glasses and wiped them. Her brown hair, which was always neatly combed up, was a little messy today. She sat motionless in her chair and watched the two sweethonies approaching, instead of smiling and opening her arms to welcome them. go up.

Jiang Lou was the first to notice something was wrong. He took off his black coat and handed it to Sheng Yin, pushed him back, and walked over by himself first.

"M—"

"Jiang."

Hearing this familiar voice without warning, Jiang Lou's whole body's blood rushed to his head, and time seemed to freeze, his body froze and he couldn't move.

Many, many years later, Mrs. Martin lying on the bed was so old that she didn't even have a tooth left. She couldn't remember many people and things, but she would always remember that in her more than 100 years, there was such a person Devilish night.

Blood spurted in front of her eyes, and terrified screams and cries kept ringing in her ears. These men dressed in black were like devils in hell, forcing her always gentle and kind little sun to kneel and kowtow in the cruelest way.

Thick blood leaked from Jiang Lou's fingers. Even though his eyes could not see clearly, he did not dare to look up at the bloody Sheng Yin.

"Don't dare to watch it?"

An icy voice came from the front, Jiang Lou trembled, his mentality was on the verge of collapse, the men on both sides released his hands and pushed him towards Sheng Yin, Jiang Lou wiped the splashed blood, and Sheng Yin stood in front of him. It was so painful that I could only gasp.

"It hurts..." Sheng Yin couldn't even utter a complete sentence. His face was trampled on the ground, and iron bars were waving around his body in a mess. Jiang Lou could only hear the sound of those things hitting his body. The dull voice, occasionally accompanied by the rustling of bone cracks and blood splashes, was so heavy and heavy that he was about to faint.

Jiang Lou stood in a pool of blood and looked at Sheng Yin, like a body without a soul, he couldn't move anymore, his feet were all red, taking an extra step was like sucking Sheng Yin's blood.

Ling Luo leaned on the chair and stared at Jianglou, who was in despair and collapsed. His eyes that stayed up late were bloodshot, and his chin was covered with blue stubble. After a few days, he had lost a lot of weight.However, Jiang Lou will never know, he would rather feel sorry for a stranger he has never met before, than put his mind on himself a little bit.Whether he was furious or crazy, it had nothing to do with him.

The resentment accumulated in Ling Luo's chest in the past few days became more intense--I am going to destroy him completely!Oh shit!