I returned to that lifeless little nest and looked at the coldness of everything around me. I have long been used to it.
My mother and father died in a car accident when I was 14 years old. Since then, I have been living off their insurance money.
I miss my mother and father and want to accompany them, so I am not afraid of death. If I die, I can accompany them and I won’t be so lonely...
I put down my schoolbag and opened the box that the person just gave me.
It's a beautiful little earring.
There is a cross pattern printed on it, and the workmanship is also very fine. How many numbers are there on the interface of the earring? It's like a combination lock. What does this mean?
And why is the silver-haired man fighting for this earring?
Is it very valuable? Wow! I have never worn anything valuable in my life. I will wear it first and feel comfortable, and then give it to the person who gave me the earrings later.
I took off the earring on my right ear and put the small cross-pattern earring on my ear.
I walked to the mirror and took a look. It looked pretty good. Hehe, okay, that’s enough. After all, it’s someone else’s thing.
I reached out and was about to pick off the earring, but...
Damn it, I can’t take it off???
What do you mean? Even with super glue, it’s still like this? Why can’t it be removed?
etc!
The number on the earring interface? The combination lock?
Earrings with a password???If you don’t have the password, you can’t take them off???
I quickly ran towards the red box, looking for an instruction manual or something. (Oh my God, are you stupid? Do earrings come with an instruction manual?) There really is no instruction manual. (Nonsense.)
So what should we do? How can we take off these earrings? (Have you never worn anything valuable before? It’s okay this time, wear it for the rest of your life.) 5555555555.
By the way, I’ll go find the person who just gave me the earrings!
Wait, what if you meet that silver-haired man? It’s been so long, so it’s time for the silver-haired man to leave, right?
He quickly ran out of the house and sneaked to the alley where the accident occurred.
Sure enough, the silver-haired man and his men disappeared, and there was a person lying in the dark alley.
I walked over and took a look. It was the man who gave me the earrings. His face was already covered in blood. Oh, that guy was too miserable to look at.
I stretched out my hand and shook him, but there was no response? I was testing his breath...
Bye……
Brother, you gave me the earrings and then passed away like this. You are still not a human being. What should I do now?
But don't come to me after you die. I have already taken care of this earring for you. It was the silver-haired man who killed you. Go and seek revenge on him.
I'd better get out of the way first, in case someone comes by and thinks it's me who killed him. Then he comes to lead the donkey and I pull it off, then it's really not worth the gain...