Being escorted by Feng Mang, Ye Zhigao staggered forward.
It's stuffy outside.
The blazing sun shone down, and the ground was shimmering golden, making it hard for people to open their eyes.
Ye Zhigao squinted his eyes, his eyes were extremely dry, and the handcuffs on his feet and hands were rattling non-stop.
He seemed to hear a symphony representing death.
The sound hit my ears, and it was extremely shrill.
It was very bright in front of his eyes, and it was obviously a luxurious and restrained decoration, but he seemed to see a bright red.
Among the bright red, there seemed to be a figure walking towards him with a ferocious face.
Getting closer, Ye Zhigao saw her face, it was his mother¡ª¡ªWen Ying.
There is no kindness or smile on the woman's face, but only overwhelming hatred.
?Memory is like water breaking a bank.
Ye Zhigao recalled the first time he killed someone.
It was an ordinary afternoon, he peeled an apple for Wen Ying, and pushed open the door of Wen Ying's bedroom with the feeling of "looking forward to mother's praise".
Seeing Wen Ying's flushed face, and the strange man lying on top of her.
The man was not his father, but a stranger.
The scene is extravagant.
When Wen Ying saw him, his expression changed drastically.
The strange man came back to his senses, and immediately ran away with his pants down.
Ye Zhigao just stood quietly, and felt the blood all over his body surging violently.
His favorite mother! How could you do such an unchaste and unclean thing!
Wen Ying ran over to hug him, but Ye Zhigao was so disgusted that he pushed her reflexively, but he used the hand holding the fruit knife.
Warm blood gushed out, staining Ye Zhigao's hand red.
And Wen Ying's clothes.
Wen Ying, who fell to the ground with a bang, was still holding the corner of Ye Zhigao's clothes, but he slowly lost his breath.
Drops of blood hit the ground, more and more.
Ye Zhigao took a sharp step back, his pupils shrunk, his eyes were bright red, just like the blood on the ground.
The heart was beating violently.
After the fear, the unspeakable excitement gradually rose up, screaming wildly in the depths of the blood.
It was also at this time that Ye Zhigao knew that he was bloodthirsty, and in his bones he loved, killed, and loved people.
And it was his mother who unlocked the devil key.
Ye Zhigao pushed Wen Ying's murder to the man who had done things with Wen Ying, and the man was later sentenced.
But he, on the contrary, escaped the punishment of the law.
In the days to come, it may be to revenge Wen Ying, or to fill up the bloodthirsty murderous desire in his bones.
The women around him changed one after another.
His hands were slowly stained with lives.
"Ye Zhigao!" Feng Mang looked at Ye Zhigao's dull gaze, and tugged at Ye Zhigao's shoulder.
Ye Zhigao seemed to come back to his senses, raised his hand and waved around, growling sharply, "Get out! Get out! I was right! I was absolutely right! It was you who taught me! It was all you Teach me!"
Feng Mang and Xi Mufeng looked at each other.
Except for the people from the Central Security Bureau and the Criminal Investigation Team of the Provincial Department, there is no one else around.
Ye Zhigao didn't know who he imagined, so he reacted like this.
Feng Mang waved his hand, and immediately several subordinates stepped forward, firmly suppressed Ye Zhigao, and took him directly onto the plane.
Those who greeted Ye Zhigao, the death penalty did not run away.
"Hahahaha." Ye Zhigao raised his head and laughed loudly, his legs and feet went limp, and he collapsed on the ground, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
Something is clamoring deep in the blood.
He seemed to have found the feeling of killing people for the first time.
The only difference is that the person who is about to die this time is not someone else, but himself. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com