Lillian's Melaleuca routine

Aya kept looking at this person, and at a certain moment she felt that this person was also looking at her.

She didn't look at him for long, even though she had already guessed who he was.

In this completely broken scene, she retracted the flashlight on her mobile phone, checked the signal of the mobile phone, and then hugged Fyodor beside her as if she was scared.

unexpected?No.

But this is indeed the first time she saw Gogol kill someone.

There is no aesthetic feeling, but it makes her physiological nerves tense.

Maybe human beings don't like to be hurt by instinct, and she didn't classify this as an artistic hobby.

Time did not keep her waiting.

A burst of strong light suddenly hit the center of the stage, which is the stage for performances.A pair of hands opened the curtain.The visitor didn't deliberately hide his appearance, but only wore a large cloak with his long hair exposed, which was very iconic, because the color of his hair was inconsistent, and he looked particularly dazzling.

The dazzling light drew everyone's attention here.

He adjusted the microphone very politely, adjusted it gently with his hand, and then made a start gesture.

The massacre began silently in the form of a musical.The creator seems to have a strange penchant for not putting people together in categories, but silently letting them sit in the center of the stage, letting them leave their last words in the form of a one-man show, and letting them spend a few minutes under the strong light to state Sin, and then beheaded with a knife.

Every time the point of the knife fell, there was a burst of screams and some weak begging for mercy from the crowd.

It's not that no one has resisted. After a small group of people was suppressed cleanly, most people maintained an attitude of resignation.They just watched the stage play dully, silently counted the last few seconds of their lives, and calculated how much time was left in their lives with fear.

Aya and Fyodor hid in a corner. Whether it was luck or some other reason, they always escaped every "election" safely.

She stands on the sidelines and takes a tolerant attitude towards everything, which may seem cruel to most people.

But she still chooses to do this, watching the whole process calmly, even though she doesn't like these unnecessary things for her.

Is this the drama Fyodor told him about?

The usual dramas are rehearsed scripts, but this time it is a real script.

This incident gave her a new understanding of the rat of the dead house.

This is a "necessary sacrifice" in Fyodor's eyes. Maybe his goal is only the turmoil in this country, and it is also a necessary part of his goal.In the end, these people are just a bunch of irrelevant data, the dust crushed ruthlessly by the wind and sand, gently, disappearing in this world in a gust of wind.

For the first time, she knew that she was also biased.

...she knew it wasn't right.

But she didn't think it was wrong either. In any case, in this world where the weak were slaughtered, the strong had the ability to decide the life and death of the weak.

Aya looked up at Fyodor.

He was sitting at the best viewing point, as if lying sideways on the sofa, with his chin propped on one hand, watching all this indifferently.

He was definitely not showing pity, nor did he empathize with the difficulties. He looked at this group of people as if they were looking at a group of useless sacrifices.Only then did Aya have a deep understanding of every word he said.

He definitely has no hobby of whitewashing his mistakes, and what he chooses is indeed what he thinks is the most correct thing.

This choice is creepy...

He is not a benevolent holy son, Aya has seen it before this time.

But she still questioned her judgment for a moment.

Seeing Ling looking at him, he turned around and said comfortingly, "Lilian, don't worry."

Leaning on his shoulder, Aya suddenly sighed.

"Do you regret it?" He knew what she was thinking and asked.

"No." Aya closed her eyes, scanned the uncomfortable scene again, and said.

Fyodor didn't pursue her thoughts, his focused gaze was always focused on the front, and he didn't even pretend to be, as if he was the leader of the show.

It took a lot of time to deal with these people, and by the end of the day, this music restaurant with a beautiful environment had suddenly turned into a music hell.

The executioner took his time, calculated the time rigorously, and handled the slaughtered objects mercilessly.

A large piece of blood permeated the floor, the stale air, not only the smell of blood, but also something else, maybe some vomit, some tissue structure, mixed together to give off a disgusting smell.On stage, blood had flooded the floor, oozing the stage and running straight to the dining table.The splashed blood stained the curtain blacker and blacker.

At least, Aya wanted to leave here.

Even, she began to doubt the authenticity of everything Fyodor told her. Everything he said to her may be a lie that whitewashed the peace and lowered her vigilance.Then she immediately denied these, she believed that he was just such a person.

There are only a few people left, and most of them are desperate and just stay where they are, waiting to die.

Aya has already gathered with them. He and Fyodor are mixed among the few people. Her expression is dignified. Although it is not very appropriate for the situation at the moment, it is already considered compared to the silent Fyodor. up is good.

Aya didn't understand why he didn't even try to hide it, and just swaggered and allowed himself to be out of place in the crowd.Usually, he is the best at doing this.

Suddenly, a rushing voice brought their hope, and also aroused the last fighting spirit of those who came down from Yukimura.

This is the sound of sirens!

Immediately afterwards, there was an impact sound, obviously coming from the outside of the window, and soon, after a tooth-piercing cutting sound, the whole house was broken into a flat and square opening.

The smell of smoke and dust was not pleasant, and it was very harsh, Aya covered her eyes.

The sudden light made most people squint, and some people who reacted rushed to the only exit at the fastest speed in their lives.

It's a pity that what they saw was only the last picture before their lives.

A pair of invisible hands grabbed their hearts, disintegrating their bodies from the inside, and soon, they lost sight of everything.

Aya squinted her eyes, and under the strong light, she could barely see the figure in front of her.

She saw a familiar face, it was Sonia, she was at the front of the crowd, wearing a casual dress, obviously rushing over.

She wanted to show a relieved expression, but Sonia stared at her with a horrified expression.

she yelled at her.

"Lillian, get away from the person next to you!"

Before Aya could understand why, Sonia repeated it again, and rushed towards her quickly while saying it.

"Lillian, don't think so much, trust me! Quick, leave Fyodor!"

A hand wrapped around her neck.

She turned sideways to see the answer, but the answer was already obvious.

It was Fyodor who caught her.

He put one hand on her waist to pinch her hands, and the other hand grabbed her neck.

He rested half his chin on her right shoulder, and if you didn't look at the hand movements, they did look very close.

The strength he used was not small, at least Aya's face was ugly, and her breathing felt a little restricted.

Aya's breathing became short of breath.

The modest and slightly shy temperament on Fyodor's face has completely disappeared, showing a completely provocative posture, he is confident and extremely arrogant.

"Sonia, long time no see." He said hello before saying unhurriedly, "Maybe you have expected it, but what a pity——you are one step late."

Only then did Sonia see clearly the shocking scene behind him.

In fact, her focus had been on Aya just now, because she was the only one alive—except for Fyodor and his accomplices, whom she gradually began to suspect.

After Aya's reminder, Sonia has launched a series of investigations on Fyodor, and until today, she has explored some unusual traces.For example, the irrationality of Fyodor's identity.This afternoon, she was about to call Ling, but found that she couldn't get through.It's not that she didn't find the incongruity in Aya's attitude. After she suspected that her boyfriend was a murderer, she even lived together with him, which was obviously unreasonable.But these are all things to think about after she catches Fyodor first.

However, now is not the time for her to think too much.

After seeing such a scene, her first reaction was to ask Aya to leave Fyodor as soon as possible.

Because, he may not be a victim, but one of the leaders.

After running around for a long time, Sonia was still a little out of breath.

She saw that Aya didn't resist, she was motionless and let the people behind her hold her back, her head was lowered, Sonia couldn't see her expression clearly, but it was not a happy expression after all, which made her feel more and more heavy.

She always felt guilty towards her, after all, they knew each other, and Ling also helped her a lot.

But she always found it strange that she had investigated Aya and knew her family background, so there was nothing special about it.But even if Aya showed her the ability to disappear suddenly that day, she couldn't convince her. The reason why Fyodor paid so much attention to Hayata Aya, and even approached her personally...

Now, these thoughts are only in her mind for a moment.

"Fyodor, I shouldn't have mistrusted you for allowing you to escape the law for so long! But," Sonia said sharply, with a deep breath, "don't you have any shame? You cheated on your girlfriend, and then put her Do it!"

"Heh." He smiled and said, "Didn't you see it now? Sonia, you should be glad you didn't spoil my good deed."

"What do you want to do?" Despite this, Sonia already had an answer in her heart.

He tilted his head and made his request: "Let me get out of here. Otherwise..."

He had his usual smile and was very pretty.What he said made his heart sink.

The strength in his hand gradually tightened, and the person restrained by him coughed uncomfortably.

With difficulty breathing, she was paralyzed and could only rely on him for support.

"Or I'll kill her."