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How many of us want to sell our souls to the devil? --to this end.Beg hard.

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"But he dismissed it!"

It can be said that Xia Jun's situation has never been better.I mean more of a mental condition.

From the moment he got on the ship and landed on the island, something had still quietly changed, deteriorated, and corrupted. It seemed that the current situation was that he had fallen into a fallacy.

I have experienced the torment and pain of struggling in the feeling of "humanity", dilemma, depression and hesitation, often accompanied by strong headaches and mental stress. We have no way of judging right from wrong, trying to find a way to The way to free myself, but still nothing, and getting deeper and deeper...

"Then die."

"Do you think everyone is like you?! Coward!" Xia Jun yelled and pushed me away, fleeing from my sight in a distressed posture.But he can never foresee the distance that I can "see".As long as I want to look, I can find him even underground!

He ran to a pile of scattered reefs on the coast of the island, holding on to a rough, dull and dirty reef with one hand, and beat his chest violently with the other hand, trying to vomit...

Or hammer your own bones.

He regretted it, only three seconds after the "deal" had passed.He could not have imagined that he would actually be reduced to the company of evil.Even with things worse than ordinary human beings and the evils in the materialistic world.I can understand this feeling, but I don't like it.

"It's too ugly! Xia Jun."

I appeared behind him and patted his back. His shoulders trembled violently, which is not like what a well-trained adult man should have.Instead, she looks like a fragile little girl locked in a dark room!

"Have you ever betrayed your soul?" After regaining some strength, Xia Jun managed to straighten up a little bit, arched his back, and raised his head to look at me with difficulty as if a big rock was pressing him down.

"I don't have a soul anymore." Even if I had one, who should I sell it to?Only myself.

"You won't understand..." Xia Jun shook his head vigorously, but in fact he just twisted his neck stiffly.He said, "I chose to be a police officer. I thought I could change something, at least punish crime. Like what you taught me before...

sin.Murder, cruelty, distortion, hatred, jealousy, brutality...

All of this, when I become the strong man with a sharp blade in my hand, I can end it! "

"Obviously, you can't," I said.

"You still don't understand."

He sighed, looked at me for a while with disappointment and contempt and pity complex eyes, and finally let go of the tense strength all over his body, "You don't have the feelings we should have. Touched. Anything for you It may just mean a series of actions and their final results. You don't feel it, but I will, all of us will at the most basic level! And you! At best, you are just secretly indulging in the never-to-be-found and meaningless It's all about some things!"

"I also need an answer at least." I interrupted his anger, helped him sit on the ground, and let his center of gravity rest on a huge wet reef. The salty smell from the sea breeze was not dry, and even seemed to be Wetting his hair, I noticed what seemed to be condensation on the ends of his short stubble.

It's almost night, I know it will be colder, more humid and shady, we, at least Xia Jun, need a dry place suitable for rest, and some antipyretics.Of course, it's not that I can't heal his deteriorating body, it's just that I don't want to do it, I'd rather watch him suffer.

"Do you want to blow the sea breeze all night, or let me take you to build a fire and sleep well?" Even if I don't need to sleep at all now.

"I'm cold." After a long silence, just when I thought he was angry and unwilling to answer me and I was about to leave, Xia Jun spoke abruptly.

"It's hot too." Apparently, the "strong" gentleman had a fever again.

"very tired."

"Very thirsty."

"Very hungry."

To be honest, I don't want to be Xia Jun's nanny or nanny at all.

"Tell me, honey, what exactly do you want?" I restrained my remaining patience, not without gnashing my teeth.I hate the sea and the smell of the sea!

"Rest, make a fire, water, food." Xia Jun said, raising his eyes and staring at me in the posture of a weak patient, until I nodded and resisted him.Only then did I feel his abnormal body temperature, which was as hot as an asphalt road in July and August!

I found a relatively secluded camp far from both groups on the island: an abandoned log cabin.

It seems that people who lived on this island a long time ago.

The wooden house is very small, and the square space is divided into two long strips by a single bed that does not look very strong and a table with a lame leg. The only window is dilapidated. whistling moaning/groaning...

I began to feel lucky that I brought Xia Jun away from the coast earlier, because an unexpected storm was about to hit!

Until then, we'd better stay here honestly.

"Hey! Dear police officer, I found a heater! Unfortunately, there is no generator and no electrical outlets here." With regret, I threw the piece of scrap iron away.It slammed on the lame table with a "boom!", and immediately, the whole crumbling piece of broken wood finally collapsed.

"Maybe there is nothing that can make a fire..." I paced back and forth in the room in a small area, kicking away the debris and the broken parts of the table, and finally picked up the rotten wood...

"A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Good news." Xia Jun said weakly.At this moment, he was lying stiff on the dirty and dilapidated bed, and covered the dark green quilt regardless of the dust and sour smell.

"The good news is, I can make a fire for you," I said.

"bad news?"

"The bad news is that we don't have anti-fever and anti-inflammatory drugs. You can only get through the night on your own." I specifically ruled out the option of curing him, and Xia Jun also thought it was not surprising.

"I can get through it," he said firmly.

……

"Water?" After drinking some hot water, it seems that the situation has improved a little.I set up the cooking utensils and prepared to cook some dried noodles I brought.Dried noodles and canned lunch, fortunately, there is still some salt and pepper, at least it should be barely swallowable.Xia Jun sat leaning against the wall beside the bed, shaking the tea mug in his hand.

"I don't need it." I looked up at his face that turned from pale to blood-colored, and replied, continuing to move...

"Not eating?" He seemed a little curious, and asked me quickly.

"No need to eat." As I said, I poured the ham that was divided into chunks in the can - most of the ingredients were flour - into the pot, the noodles were already cooked, and the only two seasonings, Especially the pepper, put a lot, in short, no oil and no vegetables...it must be hard to eat, I think.

"Sleep after eating, we will continue tomorrow." I came to Xia Jun with the pot, put a bunch of rags under the pot, and put it on his lap.

"It's so hot!" He touched the edge of the pot, retracted quickly, and pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly. He didn't know whether it was too cold or something else. His tongue was a little stiff, and he said inarticulately, "How did you bring it with bare hands?"

This should be the most typical "looking for something to talk about", right?

I didn't answer him quickly, but walked to the door, blocked the creaking wooden door, sat on the ground, took out a cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it, and then slowly stared at it The details of the tobacco being burned, inhaled deeply, and then exhaled.

I watched Xia Jun Hululu eat food that was hard to swallow but had to swallow it to save his life, I watched his hair reflect a warm orange color under the firelight, and I watched his body suffer from illness. Muscle tension causes twitching.

Somehow, I suddenly thought of Zhao Boyang, and I realized that if Xia Jun would feel unwell in such an environment, what about Zhao Boyang?What will happen to him?

Of course, Xia Jun's condition mainly has an inescapable relationship with me, not to mention he was injured.As for our elegant, cold-faced forensic doctor...

Maybe I don't need to worry about neurotics at all, maybe they are doing well!

"You haven't been to hell." I suddenly wanted to answer.

"What?" Xia Jun drank the still hot noodle soup, then wrapped himself tightly in a quilt, placed the pot on the ground steadily, and asked me a little puzzled.

"If you've ever been to hell, you'll understand. The heat really doesn't matter." I said, snuffing out the cigarette.

"Xia Jun, you might go to hell."

"You may lose all sanity and dignity at that point."

"You may find that death is the real gift."

"But I'll never back down!" This time, it was his rage to interrupt me.

"Sleep, I'll stay here," I said, lighting another cigarette, "Tomorrow the storm will pass, tomorrow everything will be different, and tomorrow you will be different...I promise."

"I once knelt down to the devil. The real devil." I muttered to myself, watching Xia Jun's tired and gradually relaxed appearance, the wind outside was violent, and I began to feel a little jealous of this guy who could fall asleep.

"I am humble and have no dignity. I thought I was ready to lose. But the reality is far from as simple as I imagined. The real hell may be in two places."

One of them is in the human world.

"After I fled from one hell to another, I knelt down to the human beings, who were destined to become devils one by one."

"You know...they ha/veafreeandeasyattitudetos/e/x..."

"In the end, weare...?"

"Be...destroyed..."

In the end, all we have is destruction...

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