Zhao Dahai could not help but tremble.
When he raised his head and saw the shadow embedded in the darkness, the shadow had already begun to walk towards him step by step.
At this moment, Zhao Dahai's heart was no longer just filled with fear. Instead, there was a kind of anticipation, as well as a kind of grief that was spreading.
The tall shadow slowly walked toward Zhao Dahai, who was also wearing a black suit and a black hat, on the dark road.
Every step he took was so quiet.
At this moment, Yang Ling, who was sitting in the passenger seat of a small car about three hundred meters away, did not say anything. However, when he saw the blurry shadow of the murderer on the road, a young face suddenly appeared in Yang Ling's mind. That pair of eyes were extremely clear, but a storm suddenly raged in Yang Ling's mind.
The scene of the iron gate raining heavily when Yang Ling simulated Tang Dongmei's criminal mind for the first time appeared again.
But this time, Yang Ling also saw other things. There were no longer any cars or junk on the road.
The opposite side was no longer as dark as it was now. Instead, it was filled with rooms that were lit up with red lights. The original private high school was also empty at this time. The pattering rain was almost able to create small puddles on the muddy ground.
At this moment, Yang Ling felt as if he was standing beside the metal door, his hands gripping the door tightly. In front of him was a corpse wearing a red dress. The rain fell on the beautiful face, and he could almost see the pain and reluctance in the eyes that were not closed.
Yang Ling could even see the wounds on the woman's arms and exposed calves, as well as the red and swollen marks on her face from being slapped.
At that moment, Yang Ling could clearly feel the pain of the little boy who had held the cold iron door tightly. It was also at that moment that the seed of hatred was deeply planted, and it quickly took root and sprouted under the rain.
"Why didn't you run?"
The masked man in black spoke in a cold voice.
Zhao Dahai shook his head.
"Are you really Wang Dong?"
Zhao Dahai's eyes never left his emotionless eyes.
Zhao Dahai seemed to see something that hurt him in those eyes.
“……”
Silence.
"Can I see your face?"
As Zhao Dahai spoke, he reached out and slowly grabbed the mask of the tall man in front of him with his trembling hands.
The man did not refuse. Zhao Dahai slowly took off his mask, revealing his young face.
When he saw the young face, Zhao Dahai could not help but tremble.
At that moment, Zhao Dahai's tears fell like rain. This scene was clearly seen through the iron gate in the heavy rain.
"If you hadn't come tonight, you wouldn't have died.”
"The people who hurt my mother back then are all dead. You're the only one left!”
The man's voice was very soft, but his tone was already starting to sound a little complicated.
"I…"
"I…"
Zhao Dahai suddenly looked at the man in front of him and reached out to touch his face.""Just kill me."
Zhao Dahai's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear him.
"But don't cut my neck. Dad wants to die with dignity!”
After saying that, Zhao Dahai slowly approached the tall man. He did not care whether the tall man was willing or not. He grabbed his hand and pressed it against his chest. He hugged the truth that he had never thought of and only believed at this moment.
Blood flowed down the man's hand. At that moment, their blood dripped onto the ground and mixed together, picking up a bloody splash.
"Move out!"
With the sound of police sirens, several police cars appeared on the narrow road.
Zhou Hongwu and the rest got out of the police car and quickly took control of the scene.
Yang Ling, who was sitting in the carriage, did not move at all. Before his eyes, the storm was getting stronger. Suddenly, he saw the tall man not far away slowly raise his head, revealing a calm smile.
It was as if it was telling him that he had been waiting for this moment for ten years.
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