Yang Song was fed up, he really was fed up. He was fed up with the feeling of being dragged around like a dog and running for his life. He was fed up with the feeling of facing the threat of death at any time, but he really was fed up with it.
There is no way, as a celebrity said, if you are really raped, you can only enjoy it if you can't resist.
Yang Song sneered at this. If he really had such a consciousness, then he was not raped, but he raped others. He has always been self-aware, and he knew that he was not a very strong person, either internally or externally.
, he would rather live the life of an ordinary person.
It is precisely because of this idea that Yang Song has been so cooperative with the government. He looks forward to returning to his previous life, returning to ordinary life, and no longer worrying.
But he was wrong now. When he knew that everyone on the earth was likely to be the scapegoat for death in his dream, he never relaxed for even a second. But even if he remained nervous all the time, he finally saw himself.
The scene I least wanted to see.
When Xie Wei died in front of him, Yang Song burst into tears. He seemed to have seen more people die in front of him like Xie Wei. The extreme self-blame and guilt almost made his whole world collapse.
Fortunately, everything is back to .asxs. It is possible that Xie Wei is not dead anymore and is still waiting for him to pass somewhere.
And at this moment, the death of the blond woman was like the last straw, completely shattering all the luck and guilt in Yang Song's heart. If he continued to escape like this, sooner or later he would be caught up again, and the next time he would die
There were only four people this time, and there will be eight people next time, and there will be more. We must find a way to solve this problem.
When he ran to a small room, Yang Song suddenly stopped. He panted and looked at the small house. Then he looked back at the bald man running towards him dozens of meters away. Because he had just killed
After killing two policemen, the street was cleared by him, but there was still a group of people standing not far away, watching and pointing.
"Bah!" Yang Song spat at these onlookers. Although he knew it was a dream, he still couldn't control his contempt for these onlookers.
After searching around on his body, Yang Song quickly found the key that belonged to his original identity, Kress. He quickly opened the door and rushed in, then immediately closed the door.
"Dingling bells..." A bell rang. It was a bunch of small metal gadgets. It would make such a nice sound when you put it at the door. This may be a memory for the Kress family, but for Yang Song
Nothing counts.
"Weapons! Weapons!" Yang Song hurriedly rushed to the second floor. He remembered that in the last memory, he clearly remembered seeing a shotgun hanging on the bedroom on the second floor when he beat his wife.
"Kress, where have you been?" A woman's voice came from the bedroom.
Yang Song frowned. He knew that this woman was Kress's wife. He would not beat this poor woman for no reason, but he would never let that woman see his face.
"Kress? Are you there? Little Jack will be out of school later, do you want to pick her up?" When she found that there was no reply to her words, the woman was a little confused, put on her slippers and ran out of the bedroom.
Yang Song quickly lowered the brim of his hat, cursed secretly, and lowered his voice: "I'll get something and I'll be out soon." Before he could finish speaking, Yang Song suddenly heard a violent knock on the door, and his heart pounded.
Suddenly, as soon as he entered the door, he forgot that there was an unbeatable pervert chasing him behind him.
"Who?" The woman looked at her door angrily and was about to go downstairs to open the door. It looked like she was ready to start a fight.
Speaking of which, Yang Song admired the luck of Kress. She was a gambler and a domestic abuser, but he could find such a beautiful blonde as his wife. However, when he saw that this woman was actually going downstairs, he hurriedly pulled her over.
He stopped her and said, "Don't open the door! There's a bad guy outside!"
"Why are you wearing a hat? Kress?" The woman looked at Yang Song's outfit with a suspicious look on her face, as if she was wondering why Yang Song came back wearing such a big hat.
"Don't worry so much. Come into the bedroom quickly. I'll come out in a minute!" Yang Song pushed the woman impatiently.
"You're not Kress!" The woman suddenly lifted Yang Song's hat. In such a hurry, Yang Song didn't even react, and he just had his hat lifted off!
"Holy shit! Women are awesome! You can recognize this!" Yang Song had already seen Kress's wife's pupils begin to dilate, and her whole body started to tremble. The moment their eyes met, Yang Song confirmed the answer.
It's a life-and-death battle.
Making a quick decision, Yang Song's hand that was pushing the woman immediately reached up and grabbed the woman's neck. She was the person in the dream. You want to kill me anyway, so why don't I strangle you to death first?
"Gulu gulu!" The woman's eyes turned red as expected. Even though Yang Song was grabbing her neck, she didn't care if she was about to be strangled to death. Instead, she used her hands and feet to greet Yang Song.
Yang Song turned sideways, and most of the woman's punches and kicks hit his waist. He grinned in pain, and the strength in his hands increased unnaturally. The woman's resistance was very fierce, and Yang Song couldn't help it.
Don't press her against the wall, use all your strength to resist her and prevent her from twisting around.
"Woo!" The twisting of the woman's body became more and more boring. The attacks on Yang Song were also scratchy and had no lethality at all. Her eyes turned up, no longer looking at Yang Song, but towards
The ceiling.
"I'm sorry..." Yang Song turned his head unbearably and warned himself in his heart that this is just a woman in a dream. Don't take it too seriously. Just treat it like a game. Aren't there monsters and NPCs in games? In the past,
When you play games, don’t you also enjoy killing cities? Now, do you feel guilty if you kill an NPC?
It wasn't until the neck in his hand was almost crushed that Yang Song let go of his clasped hand. He didn't dare to look at her body. He gritted his teeth and turned back and rushed into the bedroom. He just saw the shotgun hanging on the wall at a glance.
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"I will avenge you right away." Yang Song muttered, stroking the shotgun.
If the woman who was killed by Yang Song himself was not important, then the blond woman who was also strangled to death was the pain in Yang Song's heart, not for anything else but because she died for him.
If something happened, he must avenge her!
"I won't let your death be in vain!" Although Yang Song had never used a gun, he had seen this kind of double-barreled rifled gun countless times in movies. He fumbled for a while, pulled it hard, and then
Opening it, you can see the two black nozzles on the barrel, but no yellow-orange bullets can be seen.
"Where are the bullets? Where are the bullets!" Yang Song was stunned. Could this gun be a decoration? But the texture doesn't feel like a fake gun!
Anxiously, Yang Song immediately began to rummage through the cabinets in search of bullets. There were too many things in the bedroom. The entire cabinet was filled with clothes, and the bedside table that was most likely to contain bullets actually contained a large stack of condoms!
"It's time!" Yang Song cursed anxiously and quickly swept all the condoms out of the bedside table. Unexpectedly, he didn't find the shotgun bullets. Instead, he found a lightweight and compact pistol. He pulled out the magazine and found it full of condoms.
Got the bullet.
As soon as he found the safety and opened it, he heard the sound of shattering glass coming from downstairs. Yang Song was heartbroken. He knew that the bald monster might have come in through the window. He quickly grabbed the pistol in his left hand and the shotgun in his right hand.
Hiding in the bedroom, he locked the door and waited calmly for the moment when the bald man entered the room.
When a person is waiting, even time will slow down, and his eyes are full of peace. Yang Song's life is full of waiting moments. To put it more closely, the most anticipated waiting is waiting for the college entrance examination admission notice.
During those days of reading, the most hesitant waiting was when he watched the girl's mouth open after confessing his love. The most helpless waiting was the half hour he spent sitting at the barbecue stall waiting for the police to come to him.
But the most unforgettable waiting for Yang Song was the sudden earthquake that happened eight years ago when he was still a junior high school student. He and his parents were trapped in the ruins.
During those dark days, the only sound that existed was the sound of water dripping from an old water pipe.
At that time, Yang Song had already lost his belief in survival. The only thing he looked forward to was that he could die soon and be reunited with his parents. However, it was the irregular sound of dripping water and the chaos that made him irritated. He was irritated.
Painful and angry, but when his whole body was suppressed, he could only curse in his heart.
Yang Song admitted that at that time, what he was waiting for was not the sound of digging that he heard later, nor the concentrated beam of the flashlight that nearly turned him blind when the stone slab above his head broke open, nor the cheering shouts of people, but death.
's arrival.
When he was about to throw himself into the embrace of darkness and death, life and light embraced him. This sharp contrast was the reason why Yang Song forgot the disaster and worked hard. To a certain extent, Yang Song had died once.
, so he is not prepared to die again. Even if he falls off a cliff, as long as there is a hair, he will use all his strength to catch it!
The sound of the bald monster running up was very fast. He searched the houses one by one, angrily smashing everything he could move, and gradually approached the bedroom where Yang Song was.
Such a familiar voice. In less than two minutes, Yang Song seemed to have returned to the time when he was pressed under the stone slab and listened to the water dripping. His eyes gradually became colder, and the two guns in his hands became more and more tense.
It was so tight that he himself felt a little strange. When he was so nervous, he didn't feel any fear at all, but instead felt excited from the bottom of his heart.
Yes, this is a feeling of excitement. Yang Song can be sure that it is just like the feeling of studying hard in order to get into an ideal university. He is not fighting for the results, but simply enjoying the process.
"Creak." The door handle was held, and the bald man seemed to have guessed something. He paused for a moment, and suddenly a baseball bat smashed the fragile wooden door, and then a thick hand got in through the crack.
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It was too close. This hand was only about ten centimeters away from Yang Song's nose. Yang Song could even see the hairs on his hand covered with blood. Then he pointed his pistol at the bald man's wrist without hesitation.
The department fired a shot.
"Bang! Ouch!" The two sounds happened almost at the same time. Yang Song even had the illusion that the bald man's scream seemed to enter his ears earlier than the gunshot. He kicked the ground with both feet and headed towards
Then he pounced.
The moment Yang Song left, the bald monster's other hand holding the baseball bat slipped through the gap and stabbed where Yang Song was. If he was stabbed, Yang Song would inevitably lie on the ground and wail.
share.
Yang Song was very satisfied with his victory. A big hole appeared on the bald monster's left wrist. The whole hand was completely pulled down and was already useless. However, he still had another hand. He threw away the baseball bat in his hand and immediately opened the wooden door.
, the bald man rushed towards Yang Song without any hesitation.
Yang Song raised the shotgun in his hand, and the monster showed a disdainful smile. Although his smile was ugly with one ear missing and almost all his teeth, it was also disgusting. The pistol in Yang Song's left hand was almost raised.
The shotgun was taken out in the blink of an eye.
When the bald monster grabbed the barrel of the shotgun with both hands and broke it, Yang Song fired six shots at his head. It was so close that Yang Song didn't even need to aim. As long as he held on tightly, the recoil was not too big.
Just pull the trigger of the pistol at will.
"Crack! Click! Click..." The expressionless Yang Song grabbed the pistol with an empty magazine and pulled the trigger on the body of the bald monster whose head was almost smoking instead of bleeding.
It wasn't until Yang Song realized that the monster's head had been beaten into a sieve by himself that he threw the pistol aside and subconsciously touched his face, only to realize that he was covered in the monster's blood.
Yang Song looked at this monster with disgust. After killing this monster, Yang Song did not feel the slightest sense of accomplishment. He only had a feeling of relief with a hanging heart. No matter what, he at least avenged the blond woman who did not know who she was.
Take revenge.
Throwing the blood-stained clothes on the ground, Yang Song rummaged through the closet and randomly found a jacket with a hood. Then he went to the corridor outside the bedroom and picked up the clothes covered by Clay's clothes.
His wife took off her hat.
While picking up the hat, Yang Song inadvertently glanced at the body of a woman lying on the ground with her eyes turned white. This was the first time that he had killed a person with his own hands in a real sense, even if he knew that this person was really a virtual creature in the dream.
existence, but he still couldn't forget the feeling of that moment.
"Sooner or later, he will become a murderer." Yang Song laughed at himself and walked out of the room. He had no time to sigh. The top priority was to find other people who had entered the dream immediately.
Yang Song left the small room with his front foot and stepped into the room with the other foot. A muscular man wearing sunglasses looked at the smashed window, then at the intact door, and frowned.
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Slowly approaching the room, he saw every detail of the room. He followed the clues all the way to the second floor. As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw the body strangled to death in the corner. His eyebrows twitched and he looked towards the corridor again.
The room at the end.
Entering the room, Chen Mo was surprised. What he saw was naturally the bald corpse with his head smashed. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart and said to himself: "That guy did a good job, but I don't know where he has gone now."
After carefully looking at the messy room, Chen Mo's eyes widened, as if he was looking for something, and then he muttered to himself in a daze: "The pursuer broke the door..." When he knelt down, he saw the corpse.
The black hole on the left hand.
"Then he immediately dodged any possible attacks and retreated here..." Chen Mo took a few steps towards the bedroom and saw the ashtray that had been smashed to the ground due to the impact and cigarette ashes all over the floor.
"Took out weapons again... two guns, a shotgun and a pistol. The shotgun was taken away and he used the pistol to attack the pursuer's head, fatally." After highly recreating the scene at that time in his mind, Chen Mo said with a smile:
"Nice job. It seems that the boy was able to knock me down not just because he was still dreaming at the time."
Chen Mo thought about how he had just entered the dream and wanted to tease Chen Mo on a whim. In the end, he suffered a big loss from Yang Song, a ghost boy, and almost lost his life. At first, he thought it was because Yang Song's personality in the dream was different from reality. Now look
Come on, it's different. It's just that the boy hid the wildness deep in his heart and didn't expose it.
"I don't know where that kid went." Chen Mo murmured.
As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, Chen Mo heard a loud siren. He grabbed a shard of ashtray glass from the ground and walked slowly out of the bedroom. Before he even got down to the second floor, he saw two policemen rushing over nervously.
Shout: "Stop! Stay where you are and don't move! A madman has entered your room! Stay where you are and don't move!"
Chen Mo smiled broadly with his sunglasses on, and then immediately raised his hands toward the wall to show that he was not a threat.
A policeman immediately stepped forward to control Chen Mo and said to another policeman: "Go to the second floor and take a look! Remember to take out your gun!"
"There is a body here! It's a woman!" the policeman exclaimed as soon as he reached the second floor.
The expression of the policeman who was escorting Chen Mo changed immediately, and he asked, "Who is that woman?"
"I don't know, I am the landlord of this room." Chen Mo said softly.
"Keep checking!" The policeman was a little nervous. The figure of the man in front of him was not easy to deal with, and he subconsciously wanted to reach for the handcuffs behind his back.
Chen Mo suddenly turned around and patted the policeman on the shoulder, saying, "Officer, it's very dangerous here. Be careful."
"What are you doing! Turn around immediately...go! What have you done!" As soon as the policeman showed the handcuffs, he noticed something was wrong on his neck. He immediately stretched his hand to his neck, then brought it back to his eyes, and suddenly fell down in horror.
On the ground, he fell down the stairs with this fall.
"Donny! What's going on?" Another policeman heard the noise and ran back quickly. When he came back, he saw his companion lying on his back on the ground, with his neck almost completely cut open. Even after a few seconds, he still continued to scream.
You could see a few drops of blood spurting out from the arteries. Looking left and right, you could see that the man Donnie had pinned against the wall just now was gone!
"Call the headquarters! Call the headquarters! Please send someone to support immediately! Send someone to support immediately! Downey is dead!" The policeman took out his pager with a pale face.