Chapter 423 Question
Wei Jinting picked up the fat man's back collar with one hand, dragged him to the wall, leaned his back against the wall, then squatted in front of him, and picked up the butterfly blade on the ground on the way.
"You are quite eloquent." Wei Jinting tested the blade with his hand, then stretched the knife towards the fat man's face, and said with a smile: "Cut off the tongue as a souvenir, I guess you won't care, right?" ?”
Pry open the fat man’s mouth and knock his teeth one by one with the knife. The fat man drooped his head and closed his eyes tightly, motionless.
Looks like he really passed out.
Wei Jinting put away the knife, then changed his position, bringing his knees together and squatting in front of the fat man face to face.
When he looked at the fat man, an unprecedented emotion appeared in those light red eyes that had been repeatedly struck by despair, as if he were seeing a long-lost relative.
He slowly stretched out his hands, first rubbed the fat man's fat face, and then slowly used force to shape the face into various shapes.
Like a naughty child, playing with his doting brother.
Big drops of tears welled up from his eyes, mixed with the blood on his face. After a long time, Wei Jinting's ferocious and crazy face returned to calm.
Slowly unfold the fat man's hand that was still clenching his fist, and then put his hand on his knee, assuming a comfortable position.
He turned around and leaned against the wall, just like the fat man did, and the blood on his back spattered on the wall. He lost a lot of blood, and his body injuries were probably not as serious as the broken sacks on the street.
What’s even more frightening is that the door in his body has begun to hold back.
The two were next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.
In terms of physique alone, Fatty could fit both of them in, but at this moment, there was nothing inconsistent in the picture.
"I'll be here with you." Wei Jinting closed his eyes and murmured: "I'm not going anywhere."
The beautiful butterfly blade was thrown to the ground, the blade flashing with cold light.
"Those who hurt her deserve to die." The voice of the man in black swayed like water, and the air seemed to be fluctuating.
"To be honest, I quite like you. I think we are very compatible." Jiang Cheng said, raising his hands high.
He wanted to make sure that the man in black didn't have any ill intentions. They were actually in the same group.
"Lin Chen is also a good girl." Jiang Cheng looked at Lin Chen who fell on the bed after taking an overdose of sleeping pills with a look of pity.
"Li Maoshen and the others did not die unjustly at all. Even if you didn't take action, brother, I would have taught them a lesson." Jiang Cheng seemed to have remembered what Li Maoshen and others had done, and acted very angry.
But after a while, he said without changing his expression: "We may have relatively little contact with each other, and you don't know me well yet. I just can't see good people suffering, and I hate evil as much as I hate it. I can't change it no matter how much I do. !”
“We are quite similar in this regard.” Jiang Cheng licked his lips.
“It’s not like that.” Wu’s voice came, “You are just saying this to survive.”
"Everyone wants to live. This question makes no sense." Jiang Cheng said: "You chose to resurrect Lin Chen before, wasn't it because you didn't want to see her die?"
"It's just that the police came to your door later. , something went wrong, which interrupted your plan." Jiang Cheng said.
"Do you think so?" He asked without reply.
Jiang Cheng pursed his lips and asked a little less confidently: "Isn't it?"
After a long silence, the man in black slowly walked over, and his leather shoes hit the ground with a loud sound. The audio is like stepping directly into my heart.
He did not hurt Jiang Cheng, but focused his attention on Lin Chen's face. There was no pain on her face, as if she was asleep.
"The second time, I killed her." Wu stretched out his hand and smoothed the broken hair on Lin Chen's forehead on the bed. It seemed that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.
Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, "Why?"
"Because living is a kind of torture for her, and she never knows how to protect herself." The man in black said calmly.
As if he suddenly figured something out, Jiang Cheng's expression changed slightly, "So the one who really killed Li Maoshen and the others was you, not Lin Chen."
"You can understand it that way."
"But as you said, those are meaningless." Wu stood up, holding the bottle of sleeping pills in his hand, and placed it on the other side very familiarly.
"Dead people don't need to ask so many questions." The man in black looked at Jiang Cheng, stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the painting, and you can die." (End of Chapter)