The residents of the City of God do not call this day the Day of Killing, but the Day of Freedom.
Tang Rou never thought that there would be such a ridiculous rule.
The so-called non-joint jurisdiction is an absurd and disorderly world in itself. Without legal constraints, it is difficult to stick to the bottom line in a world that relies only on its own moral concepts.
But sin needs to be vented. If you don't give it a day, then the sin will be random. If you give it time, it will be fixed in this range.
Many people stayed behind closed doors, some fled desperately on the streets, and even more people joined the carnival.
Crazy and chaotic, like primitive wild beasts hunting, wolves tearing into lambs, pythons entangling their prey, the cold and hypothermic body is intermittently, and the eyes of mice are exposed in the gutter, ready to go and get a piece of the pie.
The rules under the rule of disorder are surprising, and there are also parts of it that are logically self-consistent, which are jaw-dropping.
The sound of footsteps came from the streets.
The shadows of a young woman and a child are reflected.
Such a weak combination became the prey of hyenas all over the street as soon as it appeared.
The man was covered in blood, and he was strangling him with one arm. The other person was struggling hard, kicking his legs and dying slowly under his hand.
He threw away the breathless body like a piece of garbage and stared outside.
This time the outsider is a poor woman.
Almost no lethality.
He was even thinking that there was no need to use weapons to deal with such a woman.
You can do it with your bare hands...
Just as she was thinking about it, the woman walked to the burning building, and her face was illuminated by the firelight.
She has long, jet-black hair, gentle and clean eyebrows, well-shaped thin lips with just the right amount of pink, soft color, and a good figure.
She is a very beautiful and soft young Asian woman.
Maybe it would be a waste to just throw it away as a sacrifice.
The man's eyes were greedy, his offensive eyes slid from his face to her body, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.
The bloody smell in his nose aroused a strong desire, making him want to do something happy and relaxing.
Like falling snow, a few slender translucent silk threads fell silently from the top of the head.
They were slender and had their own vitality. They first stroked his neck gently like a caress, and then wrapped around his body.
The moment the pain struck, the man's vocal cords had melted and he was unable to scream.
His eyes suddenly lowered, and his head fell heavily to the ground. He was stunned for a second before he saw his body that was melting and without his head.
After the human head is separated from the body, it can still maintain thinking for more than ten seconds.
In a short period of more than ten seconds, he witnessed the death of his body, turning into a puddle of slowly flowing mud.
…
Tang Rou sniffed gently.
Not long ago, there was an extremely greedy and disgusting smell permeating the air, but now it disappeared quietly.
Did he leave?
Next to her, the little boy lowered his head and was silent. He was completely different from the obedient and fawning person before.
Tang Rou stayed with him until the woman stopped breathing.
Until her death, she cursed sharply, crying while cursing, and told the boy to get away with vulgar language.
"She loves you." Tang Rou said truthfully.
It turns out that love and hate are inseparable. It turns out that love sometimes wears the coat of thorns.
Human beings are very complicated, and their wandering life can be vaguely glimpsed from those curses and cries. The boy's biological mother, like women, exchanged her body for money. He did not know which guest's species he was from, and he was not blessed from birth.
The biological mother eventually died of a man who secretly took drugs.
The woman then began to feed the "good sister's" child. When there were guests, she would always pay him out. After making money, she would have a good meal.
In order to survive, she got together with the "believers", looking for outsiders for those believers, relying on them to survive, trying to survive the day of freedom.
But such a living space is too narrow.
"Let's go."
Before leaving, the child silently raised his hand to cover her eyelids, manually closing the woman's eyes that could not close her eyes.
Hang the bait on an iron hook and throw it into the sea to attract fish to bite. Once bitten, the snout will be pierced by the iron hook and become a fisherman's meal.
Tang Rou is the bait at this moment.
She looked weak and harmless, without any attack power. She was walking in the streets filled with blood and shining with blazing light, waiting for the piranhas wandering in the dark.
Pounce and bite the hook.
She needs a guide.
I clearly smelled the smell of greed several times, but it disappeared quickly and quietly.
Tang Rou was confused, did those people dare not come up to hurt her?
There was a fire nearby, so she asked Yue to hide in the dark.
But until we walked out of the street, no one came.
Tang Rou sighed and turned back to ask the little boy.
"There are still many people like us who have come to your city. Do you know where those outsiders are now?"
The boy's eyes flashed and he said nothing.
Tang Rourou lowered her tone, "Your mother has entrusted you to me. You are going to stay with me for a long time. Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"
He didn't know which word irritated him. The boy's eyes turned red and he bit his lower lip.
After a while, he whispered,
"At the altar."
altar?
"What altar?"
He seemed to be afraid of something.
The night wind became cold and blew past my face, like a cold hand across my spine, making my scalp tight.
The boy pursed his lips and looked frightened.
"Freedom Day is God's will. On the second day of Freedom Day, we must pray to God..."
"Help--"
A cry for help interrupted the boy's words.
god?
Tang Rou squinted her eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.
Not far away from the commercial street, an old figure slowly crawled out.
It was an old woman covered in blood, her pale hair was messed up, her legs were seriously injured, and long blood marks were dragged on the ground.
She crawled out and shouted for help.
Tang Rou didn't feel any malice, she only felt the strong fear radiating from the other party.
In a disorderly world, human nature is a luxury.
She looked around and said to the boy, "Stay here and don't come over." She walked towards the old woman.
In fact, the reason is very simple. How did an old man walk out of the street after being stabbed?
Tang Rou didn't believe that she escaped on her own, but there was no malice on her body, so there was only one possibility left.
She is also a fishing bait, used to attract him to the past. After all, a young woman with a child is the type who easily feels pity for the poor old man at first sight.
Where are the fishermen?
The lights in the commercial street were turned off, and the alleys were long, empty, and pitch black.
Tang Rou bent down and held the old man's arm, "You are injured. Stop moving. The blood loss will be accelerated."
The old man was shaking all over and very thin.
If you touch it through your sleeve, you can only feel a handful of bones.
"Where are they?" Her voice was soft.
After asking this question, the old man trembled all over and raised his head, his old face full of unbearability.
"Run away."
A strong stench seeped out from behind the closed glass door.
The sound of footsteps was particularly noticeable on the quiet street.
The old man's expression turned frightened and he looked behind Tang Rou.
The sound of iron chains quickly crossed the ground.
The street lamp cast a shadow rushing towards him. The strong and thick arms held an iron chain and strangled the long-haired woman's slender neck, as if he wanted to strangle her to death.
The next second, a very slight popping sound cut through the air.
With a crash, the chain fell to the ground.
Tang Rou retracted her gun and wiped the blood splattered on the end of her eyes, which seemed to be stained with a charming halo.
The man covered his chest and fell to the ground, as if he didn't understand why she had a weapon.