Qiu Mo always felt that he was in the darkness, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally stood in front of a room in a daze.

The door is a light brown solid wood door, and the style is extremely simple, only the horizontal and vertical stripes are interlaced.He put his hand on the doorknob, but he didn't turn it for a long time. For some reason, timidity rose from the bottom of his heart.He instinctively didn't want to open the door, but there always seemed to be a voice in his ears urging him to open the door quickly, and he followed the instructions of that voice in a daze, and turned the doorknob in his hand.

As he pushed forward hard, the heavy wooden door opened without a sound, and a strong smell of blood came over his face.In fact, as long as you stay in the emergency department for a while, you will get used to this smell, but at this moment Qiu Mo is still inexplicably shocked, and there is a feeling of deja vu lingering in his mind.

Qiu Mo followed the smell and saw a red liquid less than one meter away from his feet.And he seemed to be frightened by the blood that moved like a snail, his neck turned extremely stiffly, and it took a long time, as if it had been a century, before he fell on the corpse half a meter away with a slightly dull gaze. It was... Qiu Hai's body.The sharp fruit knife pierced through his chest, even revealing a little silvery light mixed with blood on his back. The red viscous just soaked through his light-colored pajamas without any scruples, and then flowed out continuously.

In the past, this picture had appeared in Qiu Mo's mind countless times, but it had never been so real as this time.Being on the scene this time made him realize once again what heart-piercing is, as if a hole had been opened in his chest, and the heart buried deep inside was dug out, then torn and chopped.Knowing that Qiu Hai had long since died, this feeling remained undiminished.

With hot liquid running across his cheeks, Qiu Mo took a deep breath and closed his eyes in despair, but there was only one thing he didn't do - that was to walk over, because...he didn't want to look at Qiu Hai The way he died, even if there was a smile on that face.

Yes, Qiu Hai left with a smile, but this was far from comforting.

Not long after, Qiu Mo was in a trance again. In a blink of an eye, the door in front of him disappeared, and the scene of blood all over the ground also disappeared. He was left standing in the study, holding the picture he had seen countless times, almost A suicide note that can be recited word for word.

There is no doubt that the suicide note belonged to Qiu Hai, every stroke and every word on it was very familiar to Qiu Mo——

"...I never asked my brother to do this kind of thing, and my brother also never considered my feelings every time I did this kind of thing. You just thought you were good to me, but in fact it was only for yourself. What a selfish person Brother... But, I still like my brother the most."

The little finger caressed the last few words, maybe the previous words were too hurtful, but the last few words seemed precious.

However, this suicide note was finally burned by him, and it was at that time that he sent Qiu Hai's body to the crematorium.

Qiu Mo didn't know why he kept recalling the past, or rather, he kept dreaming about the past. It was like being in a hospital. At that time, his parents had just passed away in a car accident, leaving only him as an adult and Qiu Hai is not even ten years old.

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