Volume 8, The Door to the Past, Section 443, Late Family Portrait
I woke up from my sleep, and in a daze, a ray of light spilled in from the gap in the curtains, drawing bright golden lines diagonally across the room. Fine dust slowly swirled in the air. Next to me was a woman who was sleeping soundly.
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The picture on the plasma TV solidified into blue. The music that had been on last night, probably because D finished playing, has now stopped. Underwear and underwear were thrown on the ground randomly, various sex devices for men and women, and paper bags containing white powder.
Syringes and drug paraphernalia were scattered on the floor, and there was a rotten smell in the room. When Ying Zifeng pushed away the naked woman next to him and sat up from the bed, he felt a headache as usual, like a curse.
He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and accidentally saw the scar surrounding it again.
"Oh shit!"
He cursed, threw the pillow out of bed, and knocked the drugs on the small table with a crash. Just like every time he woke up in the past few years, the air around him had a psychedelic feeling that was beyond reality, and his mouth was dry.
, weak and weak, the sound of the air conditioner seemed to be ringing in his ears, dry and dull, like a hundred flies flying around. He stretched out his hand to swat it a few times, walked to the window and opened the curtain, and the sunlight that came in made the
He felt uncomfortable for a while, and then he pulled hard again.
The time was eleven o'clock in the morning. He looked back at the half-naked woman on the bed. She was very beautiful, but he couldn't remember her name. It didn't matter. It was all about money anyway, sweetheart, kitty, whatever.
It doesn't matter, as for women, he has changed them every day in the past few years. In fact, he is not picky. Sometimes he sleeps with ugly women and forgets about them the next day. Some women may have slept with them three or four times, just for the sake of it.
Money...not bad!
For some things, four years have passed in the blink of an eye. His concept of time is very vague. After he came out of the nursing home, his father only talked to him once. Then he ignored him. His eldest brother often visited him. There was a period
Over time, his temper became very violent, and he wanted to kill people. However, his friends who could do such things seemed to have drifted away from him overnight. Later, I found out that it was his father's eldest brother who gave the death order. He was not allowed to do this.
After that, he started taking drugs. Until now, because every time he sees the scars on his arms, it hurts him beyond measure.
He put on his shirt to cover the scars on his arms, and still only wore a pair of underpants on his lower body. He pushed the door open and shouted: "Aunt Wu!" When he looked at the railing on one side, he saw a servant fainted on the ground.
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"Too much... too much..."
He shook his head and murmured to himself. This was in the corridor on the second floor of the villa. When he looked down, he realized that there was a person sitting in the living room below. He looked at the person's back. There were guards outside the door.
Fell into the sunshine.
"Overdose...hallucination..."
This is not the first time I have seen a similar scene in the past few years. It is different every time. But the figure is as familiar as a nightmare. Or it is a dark space filled with flesh and blood and dead bodies, or it is a ruined place full of blood and fire.
The demon dragged him into hell again and again and killed him. After repeating this scene countless times, he finally had some resistance. At this time, he murmured and staggered downstairs: "I'm not afraid of you!
You are an illusion...an illusion!"
The hallucination turned around, glanced at him and said slowly: "Ying Zifeng. It's been a long time waiting for you to get up."
"You are an illusion..."
He staggered down to the living room. He saw the figure walking over, holding a can of Coke in his hand. Then it fell on his head. The frozen liquid flowed from his head, making his whole body
It was all a shock. Foamy gas was rising in the air. The face looked at him indifferently. After a moment, the wandering eyes finally condensed. He suddenly sat down on the ground, with his hands behind him desperately trying to climb up the stairs: "
No, no, no, no, it's impossible... you're already dead, you're already dead..."
"That's right. I thought I was dead too." The ghost named Jiaming stood there and looked at the watch on his wrist. "Are you awake?"
"You can't kill me, you can't kill me..." Ying Zifeng climbed up the fifth flight of stairs. Then he slipped down again. When he was about to climb up again, Jia Ming had already walked over and squatted in front of him.
In an instant, all the strength in his body was gone. He looked at that ordinary and cold face and spoke subconsciously, "You can't kill me. My father...my eldest brother, they will retaliate. They will all retaliate...you don't
Dare to kill me. You didn’t dare to kill me last time...you will take revenge..."
These words he said na na were actually words he had used to comfort himself over the years. That person was dead, or he did not dare to take action. In the midst of these constant statements, he saw Jia Ming shake his head.
, there was a bit of regret and sadness in his eyes, and then he gently reached out and patted his shoulder, as if he was offering sincere comfort.
"It won't work anymore... This time is different from last time, it won't work anymore..."
Then, the hand pressed on his neck, and darkness suddenly hit him.
At half past eleven, Chaohai Group Head Office. Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan received a call from the bodyguard in the elevator and learned about the kidnapping of Ying Zifeng.
"Has anyone seen the kidnapper?"
"No, everyone in the villa was knocked unconscious, and there is no record on the CCTV, but we estimate that the time was half an hour ago..."
"This guy, tell him to be quiet, he will offend someone again!"
Ying Haisheng cursed bitterly. As for his second son, he used to hate iron but not steel. Since what happened four years ago, the Ying family's status in Yanhuang Awakening has gone from bad to worse. He wishes he had never had this child.
He is a good son. In the past few years, he has just let him go as he pleases, and has taken back most of the power around him. At most, he has been left with the capital to spend money to pick up girls and have fun. Who knew that something like this would happen again.
The matter of Kong Jian Zhi Chen already made him feel worried and irritable. However, Ying Zilan next to him became nervous and asked several questions in a row. Then he asked him for instructions and asked to rush to his brother's residence immediately to deal with this matter.
Although he didn't like his second son, the brotherhood between the eldest son and his eldest son was not a big deal after all. He waved his hand and said he was ready to part ways.
Originally they were going to attend a business banquet, but now the arrangement was naturally for Ying Haisheng to attend the banquet. Ying Zilan handled the kidnapping case and walked out of the hall together. Under the protection of bodyguards, both of them were thinking about whether there was something behind this incident.
There could be some shady story, for example, he didn't want Fang Zhitian to get the dust of Kong Jian. Maybe Fang Zhitian kidnapped his son in turn. Just as he walked to the gate, the father and son's cell phones rang at the same time, and they were the same.
Unfamiliar number.
"Maybe it's a kidnapper..."
Ying Zilan glanced at her father, put the phone to her ear, and then Ying Haisheng pressed the call button: "Hello."
"It seems that you know about Ying Zifengdi."
The voice on the other end of the phone was casual and indifferent, seeming a little familiar, but with a hint of unfamiliar indifference. While speaking, the two of them, together with a dozen bodyguards around them, had already walked out of the gate of Chaohai Group, and the sun was shining brightly in the small square outside.
. Due to the good design combined with the surrounding buildings, the area outside the door is filled with cool natural wind. Everyone's clothes are rustling, and the motorcade waiting for them has stopped a few meters away from the door.
Haisheng was silent for a second: "What do you want?"
"I'm here to deliver something." "What?"
"Let's take a family photo... I asked you to go to Jianghai to get the family photo, but you haven't been willing to go, so I'll be more troublesome and send it over for you."
Less than two meters away from the car in front, Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan suddenly stopped. The wind blew past, and pedestrians came and went in the small square. Four years of time and memories suddenly became closer.
The memory was so profound that it was as if they saw the ordinary-looking but extremely terrifying young man standing in front of them talking. Their hearts suddenly tightened and at the same time, a black shadow fell from the sky.
Bang, boom----
"ah----"
The human body flying down from dozens of floors of high-rise buildings hit the roof of the car on the side. The broken bulletproof glass exploded like pearls. After the roaring sound, the voice of the man in the air could be heard in the air.
Screams. Bodyguards rushed over from all sides to protect Ying and his son. Ying Zilan suddenly pushed away the bodyguards beside him and looked at the sunken roof of the car in front of him. Ying Zifeng, whose whole body was stained with blood and twisted, seemed to still be looking at it.
Looking at his brother and father here, his eyeballs had completely exploded. After being pulled by the bodyguard to see the scene in front of him clearly, Ying Haisheng shouted almost subconsciously: "Gu Jiaming, I will make you pay attention.
All the people died without their bodies intact!”
"...still so uncreative."
The voice on the other end of the phone sighed softly, and at the same moment, an explosion suddenly sounded. It was an exhibition room on the side of the Chaohai Group hall. As the bomb in the hall was detonated, flames burst out from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the side.
, then, a small car on the other side also flew up to the height of three floors in the sudden burst of rolling heat waves. More than a dozen bodyguards drew their guns and almost subconsciously protected the Yings and their sons away from the hall and the car.
If people had not fully reacted to the people falling from the sky just now, these two sudden explosions were like pressing the riot button. Since the explosions occurred in the exhibition room next to it, there were basically no casualties in the hall. However,
At this time, the employees and customers in the lobby had already poured out of the gate immediately. People in the square fled in all directions, some screamed, some fell to the ground, and the fruits in the baskets were scattered all over the ground.
As the wind blew, a piece of thin red silk cloth flew into the sky.
The silk cloth was thin and wide. It was originally folded and clamped under a person's armpit. As if due to the impact of the explosion, the man panicked, causing the huge silk cloth to fall off his hand, stretch out and fly in the air, just towards Ying's family.
A group of people, the father and his son, came over. The two sides were only four or five meters apart. Seeing the man walking towards this side, the bodyguard at the front suddenly stopped and raised his gun with both hands.
The figure in front of him blurred, and the man's right hand waved out from the lower left to the upper right, and the two fingers that came out seemed to just make a slight stroke in the air.
Figures of people intertwined, but no gunshots were fired. The next moment, a huge red silk cloth completely covered more than a dozen people. Outside the silk cloth, the bodyguard who first raised the gun knelt on the ground silently, and blood surged from his neck.
It shot out. In the silk cloth at the rear, accompanied by the confusion of figures, screams, and gunfire, gunshots rang out continuously.
This silk cloth was light and thin. Under the summer noon sun, it could not block much light, and it basically did not cause much trouble. The person walking towards them was a middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance. However, under the
The moment he crossed paths with this group of people, both Ying Haisheng and Ying Zilan had already reacted. This was Gu Jiaming.
His makeup was very casual, and at most it obscured his original appearance. However, his figure and basic outline were not covered up much. But perhaps none of this mattered in front of him. As he walked over, two people
The bodyguard also raised his gun, and the other bodyguard in front grabbed his hands. Back and forth, more than ten bodyguards focused their attention almost at the same time. Each of these bodyguards
Mingdu has undergone rigorous training, and his body is flexible and strong. However, facing such a battle, the only movement Jiaming made was to wave the two fingers of his right hand.
Semi-circle, diagonal swing, horizontal pull, light tap. The movement seemed easy and casual, even Ying and his son could catch it. However, all attacks seemed to have lost their effect in front of him. He lowered his head and faced forward.
Walk, turned slightly sideways, slid, and continued walking... As he took the second step, the fingers waving in the air had brought out continuous fine blood lines, and the blood lines continued from one person's body to the other.
The other person's body, throat, wrists, eyes... the line of blood in the air seemed like a freehand stroke. Ying Haisheng almost watched as the hand directed the eldest son's eyes, Adam's apple, and then like a phantom.
The figure passed through the layers of guards like a wave and pulled on his throat.
In less than three seconds, Jia Ming passed through the crowd and pulled the cloth above. The silk flew out like a kite. The sun fell on their heads again, and more than a dozen people behind them began to fall to the ground one after another.
Go down. He still walked forward casually, put the bloody blade in his right hand into his mouth, then raised the camera on his chest that was ready to shoot and wash, and pressed the shutter backwards.
In a low voice, the photo was developed with a click. He took off the photo and flicked it out towards the back. With the wind in the small square, the piece of paper fell into the pool of blood in front of Ying Haisheng and his son.
He passed through the chaotic crowd in front. He reached the corner of the street more than ten meters away and stretched out his hand. He snapped his fingers in the air: "Axi." A taxi stopped on the side of the road and he got in. He said to the driver.
: "Go to the airport."
The driver stepped on the accelerator, lowered his head slightly, looked at the street in the distance from the rearview mirror, and then looked at the camera on the passenger: "It seems something happened over there, reporter?"
"Yeah." He smiled slightly.
"I'm in a hurry, thank you."
A few minutes later, the first group of police officers arrived at the scene. Facing more than a dozen corpses with their throats slit, they were at a loss. Half an hour later, Fang Zhitian, who was far away in Jianghai, learned that Ying Haisheng, his father and his son had been killed.
The news was confirmed an hour later. At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the flight from Guangzhou to Jianghai arrived on time. Jiaming, who had returned to his original attire, walked out of the airport lobby and set foot on the blazing Jianghai again.
I bought a pair of sunglasses from a store near the airport to cover my slightly dazed eyes.
He still remembers this city and many things, but the emotions contained in those memories have become somewhat alienated due to the pain of four years and the overlapping memories of two lifetimes, just like the girl named Lingjing and Shasha.
The figure who was killed by him in a certain segment and left sadly in a certain segment is like the coldness and nostalgia in the heart, the killer's heart and full of guilt, the constant conflict between Pei Luojia's memory and the ordinary student days, all that
The things were still in his memory, but they had been cut into pieces by unbearable pain, which forced him to stop again and look at himself at this time. The past and future of this city were alternating in his mind.
A taxi stopped beside him. He shook his head and stood at the fork in front of him for a long time. He chose a direction and started walking. Under the scorching sun, he kept walking forward, looking at every scene in the city.
One person, every car, every store, every billboard, pick up the fragments of memory.
At the same moment, Fang Zhitian and others in a corner of the city were caught in a huge crisis and problem. In the past four years, Ying Haisheng's forces no longer occupied the pivotal position in the Yanhuang Awakening that they had in the past.
The problem is, the Fang faction forces can naturally annex everything of the other party, but in the current situation, they no longer have such a leisurely advantage. The undead that appeared in the past few days can't even keep the army. Although
It caused huge harm to them at that time, but now they may counterattack at any time. The shadow of death is hanging over every Yanhuang Awakening member in Jianghai. The death of Ying Haisheng, the mysterious killer who appeared in Guangzhou, whether it is
Pei Luojia who adds insult to injury or other dark organizations who want to fish in troubled waters may become the straw that breaks the camel's back.
Regardless of darkness or light, in a small martial arts studio in another corner of the city, a woman named Lingjing was sitting in front of the window, looking at a stack of song scores stapled on her desk and singing softly, preparing for her guest performance at Fang Yusi's concert tonight.
She was getting ready, and no matter how focused her expression was, what existed in her heart at this time, apart from the heartbreaking sadness, was still only the confusion about the future. She had the same mood as her, like a twin woman who was hundreds of meters away.
Looking from a distance from the balcony of the building outside, when the wind blows, it lifts the hair around the ears...