different world uncle

People around me began to look abnormal, their faces undergoing a homogeneous transformation.

The changes were slight at first.At first, the earlobes and eyeballs were not so noticeable, and finally the cheekbones, skulls and chins of all people became the same shape.

I dare not say that I am not afraid of this phenomenon, but I can barely control this emotion.

Half a month after Awasu went to Ameli for treatment, I started wearing sunglasses and pushed back the planned flight to Ameli to a month later.

The company's situation is beginning to change.

When I was still young, the national system was not perfect, foreign forces were at loggerheads, and domestic gangs|society|society ran rampant to dominate the market, collusion between public and private, and things like robbery, murder, and smuggling were repeatedly prohibited.I broke in with the appearance of a foolish boy, and I fought and fought with guns. I didn't die countless times, and more were extremely lucky to survive.

Later, on the eve of the government's preparation for the purge, I smelled the whispering breath of petrels before the storm, and I fled the city that day with a few brothers and evidence.The smell of guns followed us all the way, and the wind was so turbulent that I dare not speak. Someone could wake me up with one extra breath in the middle of the night.

After waking up, I didn't dare to go back to sleep, my mind poured out all my panic in the dream, and let me see Su Qi's closed eyes when he was killed.

For the former "brothers", I am a betrayal; for those who are trying to regain power, I am a sense of time.

After more than half a year, the army re-entered the city.Thunder method, arrest the leader, trial, and then public execution.

I used the evidence I submitted at the beginning.

During the execution, the former boss smiled grimly at me: "Almost, almost..."

I knew what he was talking about. When I returned to the city, the muzzle of the gun was already on my uncle's head, and Dong Zucheng would just hide and tremble.His wife hugged her son tightly, pointed at Su Qi but was speechless.

She wanted to protect her son. At this time, the mother would do anything.But maybe Dong Zucheng's last conscience made him unable to do so.He was the one who led the way, and he was the one who slapped his wife until her face was swollen so that she couldn't say a word.

I rushed over and twisted the boss's wrist, the muzzle of the gun floated up, someone touched the trigger, and knocked off half of Dong Liangguo's son's ear.

I looked at that half-laured ear and knew that the grievances and grudges between me and him were over, and all the hatred flowed into other people's eyes with blood.

After the boss died, I offered to take over the mess he left behind. I was pointed at my nose and scolded.I have survived all these, and I am fine. I will go home at night and wipe my uncle's body, and I can still talk to him with a smile.

Others say that I am hard enough and ruthless, but I know that I am just lucky enough.

I have been lucky to have lived for so many years. Natural disasters and man-made disasters did not kill me, and tobacco, alcohol and politics|politics did not kill me. My uncle is still alive and awake.I was content and knew it was over.

It's really over.

First, commercial espionage appeared in a company that had finally managed to grow steadily, and the software that was going to be released in the next quarter was completely stolen and rushed to the market.I was trying to figure out what to do on this side, when the Department of Transportation on the other side had a major accident on the highway, and the driver ran away wearing a company uniform.

Where can he go, the mountains are high and the roads are steep, and the police easily caught him.The driver refused to accept, and screamed with his neck stuck, the company's name on his chest was almost stamped on the recorder.

The situation turned upside down, and the public opinion scolded me so much that I couldn't hold my head up.The hostile company's vision is vicious and cheap enough, taking advantage of my illness to kill me, a public opinion questioning plagiarism was brought up from various marketing accounts accompanied by a car accident.

I can almost imagine the hypocritical reply from the hostile company afterwards.

But these are nothing.I just went to see Su Qi later, as long as the person is alive, there is still room for change.

But I didn't expect that I was going to die too.

How can a person die?It is too easy for people to die. I have seen bullets piercing into people's brains with bloodshot eyes, and I have seen people's broken teeth and flesh flying in the air after a stick is dropped.But I didn't expect that I would die like this, but for the time being, I'm not dead yet, so I still have time to think about the past.

I fell in the air, with a half-arm-long knife stuck in my chest.

I know that knife. I bought it for them during the turbulent years, saying it was for self-defense.But when it comes to self-defense, self-defense, in the end, he guarded against outsiders, but not against the betrayal of his own family.Just like me back then.Under the layers of fingerprints on the upper handle of the knife, maybe my previous fingerprints are still stuck.

I think about that man.His face had completely changed, I couldn't recognize him, I was just in a daze when he opened the door and came in, the elves were whining in my ears, like a deer weeping,

I tried to call his name the first time I got stabbed.But the first knife pierced the lung, and I coughed up blood before I opened my mouth and throat.

The man seemed to want to show me face, and the second time he stabbed me in the stomach, twisting my stomach into a mess.The pain hit my nerves and I fell to my knees.

The blood loss was faster than I thought, and a butterfly-shaped black spot flashed in front of my eyes.I looked up at him, the man's face was someone else's face, but his ear, that half of the ear—

"After all these years, you should die."

Dong Er's face was tangled into a ball, and the cracks in his flesh were filled with strange and unrestrained hatred.

His face has long been changed like everyone else's. I feel that some kind of power has invaded this world, it has changed the people around me, and intensified the conflict.

Its purpose is clear, it wants me dead.

The elves cried louder.They gathered together and rushed towards me, hugging me like hands.

My body gradually loses temperature.The blood loss was so fast, it wasn't normal, it was as if something had confiscated the straw and sucked blood from me.

Dong Er raised the knife to my heart.The tip of the knife is facing me, the back of the knife is picking at my chin.

One kill.

When he stabbed me, the elves stood up suddenly, lifted me up, avoided the fatal blow, the knife pierced in the wrong direction, and then they pushed out the window together with me with the knife.

Although it is death anyway, this method of death is really useless.

As the blood squeezed into my brain while the head was down, my brain was spinning a little faster than usual.

I saw people screaming on the floors, and out of the corner of my eye I seemed to see the ground plane glowing.

I heard the elves around me laugh in surprise.I don't know what they are laughing at, I started worrying about Uncle in the last hours.

Then there was another exclamation, and the ground was broken into layers like the surface of the sea under a tornado, and was lifted up into the air.The pipes sealed under the road exploded one by one, and the water column burst out, and the asphalt road and the land were broken into pieces.The green plants were cut off layer by layer under the pressure, the exposed land stones were pried up and flew, and an oil truck driving across the road was affected and a fire broke out.

I began to feel groggy, feeling the wetness of the earth with my inverted head.

I heard Su Qi's roar, it rolled over from the horizon like a steamroller, the anger contained in it was so substantial that you could feel its shape, and the soil it stepped on was pressed down again.

I heard him calling someone's name: "Lehdo!"

In a daze, I remembered Chen Lang's first report to me: "Brother Su is fine...he has a cat...he is very happy. He smiles at everyone."

He's happy...I really hope he stays happy.

The top of my head hit the bottom, all the blood was pouring out, and I lost consciousness.

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