He was dressed in casual black clothes, pacing slowly in the dark night, and then his shadow was illuminated by the lights at some distance behind him for a long time. His pace is relatively slow, and every step is down-to-earth and very stable.
A little boy was riding a bicycle and accidentally fell down in front of him. Enduring the momentary pain, the little boy gritted his teeth and stood up firmly. When the little boy stood up, he helped to stand up the bicycle. The little boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Thank you uncle."
He smiled slightly, "You're welcome, just go home."
He looked at the back of the little boy going away, and he was in a good mood. There was the sound of a guitar playing from the street next to it, followed by a young boy singing a song about vicissitudes. The vicissitudes were not enough, he commented in his heart.
He looked in the direction of the sound of the guitar. Two big boys were sitting on the side of the street, enjoying playing two guitars together. In the square in front of them, a group of energetic young people were playing skateboards.
In a quiet night, such enjoyment is precious to him. He sat down slowly, not far from the two guitar boys. He greedily looked at the night in his eyes.
On the main road, a car with full horsepower was roaring loudly, and it sounded harsh to him. He took out his mobile phone and opened a software with only x from the folder.
There was a man and a woman sitting in that Lamborghini sports car. The man was a little young, with the face of a rich second generation, and the woman was coquettishly dressed and very beautiful. It looks like they're on their way.
"Honey, exciting?" The man was a little proud, he looked at the empty long street ahead, his eyes filled with the whole world.
"Husband, hurry up, I want to be more exciting." The woman's voice is soft and full of tension, and her charming eyes can make many men give up everything.
The man's phone rang, and the caller ID was his wife. He hung up the phone, and then the follower looked forward eagerly, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car rushed forward like a hungry wolf. His cell phone rang again, it was from his wife, so he didn't have time to answer it, he wanted to occupy this night well. The extremely enchanting woman beside him hung up the phone quietly on his behalf with her slender hands.
He could see clearly that the moment she hung up the phone, his phone exploded. He didn't have any intuition before he heard the sound of the explosion, but before he died, his wife's gentle and virtuous look suddenly appeared in his astonished eyes.
And he, looking at the main road while fiddling, saw the sports car exploded. Then finally there was no sound of howling sports cars. To him, it was finally quiet, which was good.
The two big boys playing the guitar and the guys on the skateboards all stopped and looked at the exploding car.
"What's wrong, it exploded, fuck!" A boy with long hair and ponytail who was playing a skateboard was a little excited, or gloating.
"If it explodes, it will explode. It's none of our business!" Another blond-haired boy gave his evaluation.
"It deserves it. It's probably not a good bird to go racing at night." A tall lady spoke lightly.
"Fuck, should we make some contributions to society, such as calling the police or something?"
Another girl decisively took out her mobile phone, opened a live broadcast software, and started the live broadcast.
"My dear ones, ladies, I encountered a shocking case when I was skateboarding just now! That is, a Lamborghini sports car exploded on the street nearby. It really exploded!" The girl who broadcast the live broadcast was very excited. The number of fans will definitely increase a lot today, "Let me take you to the scene now and interview the opinions of the general public."
"Come on, handsome guy, what do you think of this vehicle explosion case around you?"
"Fuck, this case is too fucking complicated!"
"Damn, this thing is too exciting!"
The live broadcast was still going on, and a few skateboarders were chatting happily.
Gunshots rang out, and one of those people fell to the ground, bleeding quietly from his forehead, and he has since left the world forever. Gunshots came one after another, and those young people fell to the ground one after another. Before they fell to the ground, they all looked at the source of the gunshots in horror. All they saw was the shooter sitting next to the two men playing the guitar, looking down at his phone and shooting them with a gun in his right hand. There was only panic in their eyes, and they fell to the ground before they could cry out for help. They were powerless, and their eyes did not close until they died. The so-called death without peace is probably the case.
The world became much quieter. The two boys playing the guitar looked at what happened in front of them in dead silence. They didn't dare to speak, and their mouths had lost the function of movement.
He turned off his mobile phone, turned his head to look at the two guitar boys, and smiled slightly. "You don't have to be afraid, I have a good impression of you."
The two boys were terrified.
"Well, it seems that you don't quite believe me. Give you a chance, sing a song, remember, don't shake."
He stood up, put the gun in his pocket, lit a cigarette, and quietly looked at the dim street lights in the distance.
"Big, big brother," he turned his head to look at the boy who was stuttering, but the boy didn't dare to look at him directly, "You order a song."
"Well, then, let's have a song, it's not a crime of romance." He put his hands behind his back, "Remember, don't shake your voice."
The two guitar boys sang seriously, and he walked slowly into the night step by step.
There was the sound of a baby crying, and then a gunshot, and there was no more sound.
When the gun rang again, the two boys' singing stopped abruptly and they trembled.
He has been wrapped in the night and is heading for a very deep place. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com