The wicked have their own evil

They chatted for an unknown amount of time, Shen Hua asked Zhou Xiaolin to heat up the meal, and forced Zhang Chi to eat a few mouthfuls before he heaved a sigh of relief and asked Xiao Lin to watch Zhang Chi carefully before leaving the ward with peace of mind .

It was one o'clock in the morning, and he was lying on the pillow without feeling sleepy, staring blankly at the ceiling, but where did his thoughts go?

What fear of death?

He is not afraid of death. There is nothing to be afraid of death. Since he chose to be a gangster, he expected that such a day would come sooner or later.But people, there are always some concerns. His concern, who has lived for almost 30 years, is his sister Zhang Tao. This year, there is more Zitong.

In a daze, I heard a familiar and low-pitched voice coming from the phone.

"Hello."

Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment, and saw that he was holding the mobile phone, and it turned out that it was a mysterious call to Zi Tong.

"It's me." He clenched the phone tightly, and slowly put it close to his ear, before speaking for a while.

"What's up?"

Zhang Chi heard that cold voice with a sense of distance, he pulled his chapped and pale lips, and said in a low voice, "Can I call you if I'm fine?"

"It's getting late, let's talk about it tomorrow if you have nothing to do."

"Do you dare to hang up the phone?" Zhang Chi's throat was very uncomfortable, and his tone was weak. It didn't sound like he was threatening anyone, and he was a little bit aggrieved: "Can't you say something else?"

Zi Tong was silent for a while, and heard something was wrong, and felt that Zhang Chi's voice was different from before, his tone seemed weak after a serious injury, and asked: "Are you injured?"

"Yeah, I almost died. A bomb came over and almost split into two pieces, one for the upper body and one for the lower body." Zhang Chi pulled his lips, and risked being hung up on the phone, said in a low voice: "But don't worry, my lower body is still the same." It's up to you."

Zitong clenched the phone tightly, not conscious of being molested, and thought of something, his eyes darkened: "How are you doing now?"

"I'm lying to you." Zhang Chi looked at the ceiling and suddenly smiled, "It's not that serious. The disaster lasted for thousands of years. I haven't harmed you enough. How could I die?"

After he finished speaking, he found that the other party had lost his voice. He checked that the phone was still on the phone, and asked cautiously, "Did you hang up?"

Zitong: "If you want me to hang up, I can hang up now."

"Don't, don't hang up." Zhang Chi said immediately, Zitong's cold voice was like a trickling stream, refreshing, as if it could heal his pain after losing his brother.

"Don't hang up the phone."

"I didn't hang up." Zitong said, his voice was still cold, but now there seemed to be a slight softness.

"I was injured a little, why don't you kiss me," Zhang Chi continued to die, "Maybe my injury will heal."

"Zhang Chi."

"Ok?"

"Which hospital are you in?"

Zhang Chi looked at the legs held up by the machine, and smiled wryly. He really wanted to see Zitong, but he didn't want to see him in this state.

"Are you worried about me? Kiss me if you're worried about me." Zhang Chi resumed his old hooligan tone: "Maybe I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

"Zhang Chi, let me ask again, are you..."

Hiss—the screen of the mobile phone flickered, and it shut down instantly.

Through the black screen, Zhang Chi was a little dazed when he saw his bleak sick face.He cursed a few words, and within a minute, Zhou Xiaolin hurried in, staggering so much that he almost fell to his knees.

"Boss, boss, what's wrong?"

Zhang Chi directly threw the phone at him: "You still don't know how to charge the phone after leaving it on for so long." After chatting with Zi Tong, the depression in his heart healed a little.Naturally, this was in stark contrast to the sickly voice just now, the powerful voice now moved Zhou Xiaolin to the point of crying, never felt that being scolded by the boss was such a beautiful thing.

It's still useful for Brother Hua to come over.

Zhou Xiaolin hurriedly picked up the phone and the charger, looking for a place to charge it, while flattering him, "This, this proves that the battery of your mobile phone is durable, Boss."

' Hurry up. "

"Wait, boss, I'm still looking."

"Hurry up, I'm waiting for the phone."

"Boss, Boss, it's past one o'clock, the doctor said to sleep more, do you want to..."

"Did you fucking find any to recharge?"

Zhou Xiaolin had a bitter face: "Boss, don't rush..."

-

Zitong was sitting on the sofa in the living room, some of them were playing with their mobile phones, their eyelids drooped motionless, not knowing what they were thinking.

He turned on the dial and dialed another strange number.

"what's up?"

After connecting, I heard a lazy and lustful male voice. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the miserable cry of a man over there.

"Enough is enough." Zitong seemed to have gotten used to it, without moving his eyebrows, and said four words lightly.

There was a low laugh from the other party, elegant and sweet: "I remember you said, as long as the result is the result, I will handle the rest. What made you change?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's screams and begging for mercy became more intense.

"I just wanted to say..."

"Let me guess, it can't be Shen Hua," the other party interrupted him, as if he was thinking: "It's Zhang Chi? His name is that, I remember he almost died this time."

Zi Tong pursed her lips and did not speak.

"Guess right?" The man smiled and said, "If you care about him, I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

"I don't care about him."

"Then what do you want to say?" The man spoke softly and elegantly, but when he listened carefully, he became a bit hostile, "You don't want your hands to be covered in blood, but you want everything to be perfect, it's not so good."

"I just want to say, don't overdo things."

The man rolled his eyes: "Zitong, you are really a contradictory person. Your goal was clear from the beginning. Don't tell me that you have persisted for so many years, but now you have changed your plan."

"My goal has always been clear, I just warn you, it's only in moderation."

"Okay, I see." The man asked lazily, "Is there anything else? It's very immoral to interrupt someone else's sex."

Zitong didn't even say the closing words, just hung up the phone and threw it aside, Yemian had no intention of doing so.

-

At 25 noon on the 12th, the sky was gray and cloudy.

"Boss, I have completed the discharge procedures." Zhou Xiaolin walked back to the ward, saw Zhang Chi slowly put on his clothes, his face was still a little pale, and asked worriedly: "Is it okay?"

"Whether I can do it or not is up to you." Boss Zhang glanced at him, stood up while clutching his belly, and threw the bag to him: "Take it."

"Oh." Zhou Xiaolin picked up the luggage bag, checked the time, and said, "Brother Hua called a car and is already downstairs."

"Ah."

Zhang Chi didn't know what to think of, and his face darkened instantly.Zhou Xiaolin glanced at him secretly, probably understood in his heart, after a moment of silence he couldn't help but said: "Boss, have you remembered what the doctor said? It’s still not good, don’t eat anything like grilled crabs, and don’t drink alcohol…”

Zhang Chi: "...don't make noise."

"Oh."

The journey from the hospital to the funeral parlor took about half an hour. Zhang Chi didn't speak, and Zhou Xiaolin didn't dare to yell next to him. He lowered his head and played with his fingers.

Zhang Chi pursed his lips, looked outside through the glass window, his eyes became more and more dazed, and suddenly asked, "Have you seen their corpses?"

Zhou Xiaolin raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Look."

Zhang Chi finally shifted his gaze to Xiao Lin.

He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking about what to say: "Yu Dong is still complete, but Ah Xiang, Ah Xiang is too miserable..."

He seemed to be a little bit speechless, with a feeling of sadness from his heart, he was not yet 20 years old, and he would not be able to control his emotions like Zhang Chi, not to mention seeing his brother's stumped body, he clenched his fists tightly , trembling mouth did not say anything, waiting for the boss to scold.

Zhang Chi just wiped away the tears remaining under his eyes, and said, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Zhou Xiaolin gritted his teeth and continued: "Ah Xiang, he, his hands and feet are gone. When we rushed over, we searched for a long time before we found his severed limbs and five sense organs. We found the undertaker and worked hard to get them His face is put together..."

When they arrived at the scene, after seeing Ah Xiang's miserable state, he was already vomiting non-stop beside him. A Xiang's facial features seemed to be melted together, and his flesh and blood were flying everywhere. If it wasn't for his clothes, he couldn't recognize him at all. That is Ah Xiang.

Zhou Xiaolin couldn't help but choked up as he spoke: "Ah Xiang is still so young, he shouldn't have died so badly."

Zhang Chi turned his face to the window again, but this time the veins on his face were tense, as if he didn't want to explode yet.

The car turned a corner and finally arrived. Zhang Chi got out of the car, looked ahead, and suddenly felt dizzy.

"Boss, go in, the brothers are all here." Zhou Xiaolin whispered.

Zhang Chi nodded, and walked over. Everyone inside had a heavy heart, and only raised their heads when they heard the sound of footsteps.

"Boss."

"Boss."

"..."

Zhang Chi walked up to them, pulled his facial muscles, and seemed to want to say something, but then he gave up and walked slowly towards the black coffin.

He didn't know where to look, he just said: "Open."

Zhou Xiaolin walked in front and asked cautiously, "Boss...?"

"I want to see Ah Xiang."

Zhang Chi caressed the carved wood on the coffin, his tone sounded very flat, but Xiao Lin had been with Zhang Chi for several years, how could he not understand him, as long as he mourned to the extreme, his emotions would be suppressed excessively.

Zhou Xiaolin hesitated for a while, and slowly opened the lid of the coffin. Within a few seconds, a woman's sharp cry came from behind.