Guilty Records

"So he died, and was humiliated to death by those Tsarist beasts, huh... He was just a fool who refused to say anything, and those cruel and brutal tortures were carried out on him one after another. He was originally timid? I usually don’t even dare to shoot, but I have to hold my tongue in the hands of those lunatics. On the first day I received his blood-stained hair, and later he received his fingers, which were chopped off by an ax. I know there's a red mole, it's his finger, I don't know what to do."

"As time goes by, the hope of rescue is getting slimmer..." There was a trace of tragedy in his words, the most painful, but now he can calmly describe the scene at that time, watching Tang Zhibai's face turn pale with every word he said One point? There was a cruel smile in Rongxi's eyes.

very nice.

In his dark and mediocre world? No longer? There is only a humble and mediocre person, and someone has come to bear this pain with him.

He never knew how to survive for more than a month? He kept venting his anger and going crazy, smashing things and fighting, thinking? Let yourself bleed and hurt, try to make yourself feel better, even his father hated iron and steel and gave him an ultimatum , can? The pain in his heart is constantly brewing and fermenting, and the swelling is huge, which makes him more aware that Al Lester, who thought he would never leave him, is like a little rabbit when he likes to snuggle by his side The people who really left and never came back.

Back in London, his decadence and violence grew day by day, and he had no choice but to use alcohol to numb his brain and nerves.

He knows? He is a waste, because only in this way can he temporarily forget this painful reality.

Tang Zhibai's face was so pale that it almost merged with the wind and snow behind him, his pupils were empty, and even his breathing was so weak that he couldn't smell it. A knife was cut in his heart, and the heart was bleeding from the pain.This time he didn't cry, he listened sluggishly for a long time, staggering forward, he poohed at Rongxi expressionlessly.

Grabbing his collar, he asked hoarsely, "You are a beast, Salman, you are not a man."

Tang Zhibai's eyes were completely dark, and his body was weak and shaking. He raised his hand and hit him.

But Rongxi kept staring at him ironically, as if he was not afraid of abuse and death at all, his eyes were numb and cold. Now, Tang Zhibai raised his hand high but didn't have the slightest strength to slap him down. He understood that the matter was a foregone conclusion. Even if Salman Ayer is killed, he will never come back.

This cruel consciousness sharply pricked his brain, and his heart was filled with anger. Tang Zhibai was in so much pain that he couldn't stand anymore. He staggered two steps and completely lost consciousness.

"Dad!" The bodyguard hurriedly supported him. Ximo was dying of anxiety. He had never seen his father in such grief.

"Quick, go back to Rose Avenue?!"

Being carried into the car at an extremely fast speed, Ximo turned his head and looked at the dirty man coldly, "You want to die, don't you? How dare you hurt my father like this." The boy was indifferent and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Rongxi looked at the boy in front of him whose gestures and actions were extremely different from his age, with similar eyebrows and eyes, he whispered in doubt, "Are you? The son of Louis Anjou... ah..."

Without hesitation, Xi Mo resolutely and viciously shot him in the thigh without any emotion.

Bloodstains spread from his trouser legs and dripped into the white snow, like large patches of blooming roses. Rongxi Salman couldn't hold it anymore. A basin of ice water had been frozen long ago He was numb, and now he was in a pool of blood in a short while due to severe pain and blood loss?

Everyone in West Mexico is used to the abnormality.

"Little? Master, what should he do? Kill him or not?" Silas looked at the people on the ground and frowned.

"Listen? This name seems to be the only son of Salman who has been in the limelight recently." Someone interjected.

"Really?" Silas looked at him in distaste, "I thought it was some kind of powerful person, but it turned out to be like this."

"With so many pairs of eyes around, he might be in trouble if he dies so easily."

Silas looked at Simo inquiringly.

"Heh, no one is allowed to care about it. It would really be an advantage for him if he died so easily." Ximo glanced at the people on the ground in disgust, and got into the car.

That is to say, Rongxi was shot in the thigh? He was soaked and fell down in the freezing snow? If he didn't seek medical treatment in time, there would be no way out.

……

At midnight, the whole villa was brightly lit, and many things happened today, and the servants were busy non-stop.

The sleeping Tang Zhibai was sweating profusely, shaking his head and crying, his expression collapsing in pain. He was deeply trapped in a nightmare? Struggling, begging for mercy...but? No matter what, he couldn't escape this nightmare, his skin was hot and hot, and he unconsciously Clutching the sheets and crying, tears and sweat slid down her wet hair.

Triss stood by the bed with a basin in her hand, and Louis wrung out the handkerchief again and again to wipe his sweat.

She anxiously said, "If it doesn't work, I still have fever again and again throughout the night, or should I call the doctor back again?"

Louis wiped his body carefully with a towel to cool him down. He even wiped his fingers delicately, and his movements were gentle. His fingertips brushed the man's warm brows and eyes, and said lightly, "The medicine is an aid, the key is still up to him."

The scene of Al's death was played back in front of his eyes, like an old projector, the thugs were dripping with abuse and ridicule, Al was crying miserably when his nails were pulled out, his bloody body had been deformed by the whip, Al was crying In the middle? Begging for help, he seemed to be calling Tang Zhibai's name in a stern voice, "Ah, help me...Ah, help me..." Tang Zhibai was tied up beside him and could not move at all. How much did he want? Rush up Cut those thugs into pieces, or stop those whips, but he couldn't do it!

He could only cry bitterly and do nothing, he couldn't save Al, Tang Zhibai hated his uselessness, and in his heart he yelled at those people over and over again, please don't fight anymore...

The cruel torture of darkness and darkness is a reincarnation, and Tang Zhibai almost lost his voice from crying.

In reality, he was crying incessantly, murmuring? He called out Al's name in pain, and then called Louis countless times.

Louis held his hands and whispered softly, "Bai, wake up, that's not true."

Tang Zhibai had a high fever all night, and Ximo also worriedly sat on the sofa in the corridor and watched over his father.

In the middle of the night, when Louis came out of the bedroom, Ximo jumped up and asked nervously, "Father, how is Dad?"

Louis ordered the kitchen to get some light liquid food, he glanced at Ximo, "The fever is gone, why haven't you slept yet?"

Ximo was extremely afraid of this father, and they rarely had such a chance to be alone, Ximo lowered his head, "I'm worried that Dad won't be able to sleep."

Louis had no expression on his face, "Go to sleep, if your father wakes up and sees you like this, he will be worried."

His father never said anything, and he didn't like people disobeying his orders. Ximo bit his lip, nodded and said, "Yes." He walked to the bedroom.

Suddenly, Louis supported the wooden frame, and an extremely cold voice came, "Calm down your movements behind your back, your father is not an idiot, if I hurt him, I will never let you go."

The sound made him startled, and he turned his head to look at his father in horror, but Louis had already entered the bedroom, and the door closed to shut him out. Ximo was covered in cold sweat, and his fingertips trembled slightly. It turned out that his father was windy. In a light tone? It already has the meaning of a serious warning.

He knew from an early age that his father only had his father in his eyes, and if one day he would hurt his fragile father, he would be mercilessly wiped out by his father...

Tang Zhibai's high fever faded away and he was always bored. He sat on the bed sluggishly, unable to lift his energy for anything. He just looked at a place in a daze and couldn't control the tears. He cried too much yesterday and today, and his throat was already like burning. It hurts just as much.Louis placed a few cushions at the head of the bed to try to make him as comfortable as possible.

Although there were many people in the villa, it was like deathly silence today, no one dared to say a word and they were all buried in their work.

Louis also went out to deal with affairs again, and stayed at home with him all the time. He just sat quietly by the bed, sometimes wiped away Tang Zhibai's tears, and sometimes stroked his forehead to check whether his physical condition had repeated.

This time Tang Zhibai was hit so hard that he was on the verge of collapse. Lin Xiaoyin's accident last time? He was already in great pain, but there was at least ten years of psychological preparation before, and the loss of cerebral cortex function paralyzed on the hospital bed and death was only one step away. Far away, the nature of Al Lester's death is completely different this time. This is a friend who has been with him day and night.

Moreover, it was Tang Zhibai who personally sent him to the Shura Field, so he must have blamed himself in addition to the pain.

Louis knows Tang Zhibai's character very well, he may turn a blind eye to others, but he is absolutely affectionate to his relatives and friends.

A glass of warm water was brought to his lips, "I have been crying all day, take a sip to moisten my throat." There is also honeysuckle in it, which wafts a faint fragrance.

Tang Zhibai lowered his head and glanced at the water, then turned his head to avoid it, and said dumbly, "I don't want to drink it."

Louis put down the glass, "Bai, I don't like your state, if you hurt yourself, I will be angry, very angry."

His eyes were red and swollen, and he was in a very poor condition. "I just thought? I don't understand. Why did the living person disappear...he just disappeared...He is so timid? So afraid of pain, how did he endure those methods?"

Big crystal teardrops rolled down, Louis sighed softly, sat on the bed and hugged him, "It is said that Salman went crazy when he found the corpse, and he kept guarding it after he was transported to the barracks, so Al Lester was there After being placed in the barracks for more than ten days, he would go crazy when someone got close to the corpse, and then the corpse began to smell, and some soldiers couldn’t stand it anymore, and they were afraid of the plague virus.”

Tang Zhibai sneered, "So when he came back to London, he started to get drunk every night, heh, he never forsakes his evil, it's really a scene of an infatuated person. Al is such a kind and beautiful person, and he has been with him since he was 13 years old. , he doesn't deserve it at all!"

"The impact was too great. After the army discussed, the Duke's cronies stunned Salman and smuggled him back to London. The body was quietly cremated by them." The implication is that even the body has disappeared now. .

"The body...is gone?"