Chapter 1: : Red Crow

Jiang Yan felt like he had a headache, and his internal organs were burning like pain.
The tide-like memory fragments are dissipating. The past things are becoming more and more blurred. The only thing I remember is a shot in my head. The headache is easy to understand, but what is the pain in the entire chest and abdominal cavity?
Jiang Yan desperately recalled that only by concentrating on the past can he temporarily forget the pain in front of him.
Those memories, like the flashes in the starry sky, are floating in the depths of Jiang Yan's soul.
Yes, I got a shot in the head, the bullet was shot from the back of the brain, the forehead pierced out, and the white brain plasma sprayed on the operating table. Dirty underground clinic, blood-stained operating table, under the dim light, the shining metal bracket propped the sternum of the corpse in front, revealing a dark purple hole.
The heart that was supposed to lie in the chest cavity was held in his hand.
I am a doctor and have dug out the heart of the patient!
Are you a murderer? Abnormal doctor?
Jiang Jiang tried hard to recall that his soul hurt. How could you do such a thing?
No, I am not a murderer!
Jiang Yan finally remembered that he was kidnapped to the underground clinic by a gang. More memories made his soul tremble from tingling to burning pain.
Los Angeles, Southern California.
The night was shrouded, and two cars rushed into the grass in front of his house. I happened to be in the window on the second floor and saw this scene, subconsciously picked up the phone and wanted to call the police.
The door opened, and my sister went out, and the four people in the car shouted something.
Pushed the window on his own and wanted to call his sister back. On the grass, the darkest-skinned person walking in front took a pistol out of his arms.
Do not!
Jiang Yan's soul burst out with a powerful force, a golden red light, and gradually condensed into a delicate and transparent hollow sphere.
The gun still sounded. Everything was like the slow motion in the movie. When I saw the figure of my sister falling backward in the window on the second floor, it was so slow and irreversible.
The mob also looked up and smiled. He saw Jiang Yan at the window.
More people got on and off the car, rushed into their houses, dragged themselves to the underground clinic, operated on their boss, and took out bullets in the chest.
Why? I am just a doctor. If they do not kill, I am even willing to give in and do a good operation for the gang leader.
Why should I kill my sister?
Jiang Jiang remembered the childhood when she and her sister depended on each other. Her mother was in bad health and she lived on government relief.
Even worse, is the community in which he lives. The gangs were rampant, and at night, even the police were reluctant to patrol. My earliest memory of death was a decaying corpse in the stairwell, which was my neighbor, a kind, middle-aged man.
He just stumbled in the gang fight, and then died alone, with antecedents and no consequences.
An ethnic Chinese, who grew up in such a chaotic community, suffered a lot of white eyes and was beaten. Most of the time, he will pounce on his sister, let those punches, sticks, all bear by himself.
Gradually grew up, Jiang Yan will fight, even dare to use a knife. But he did not choose to fall and did not join those people. He studied desperately, because he believed that mother's words, knowledge, can change fate. In the United States, everything is possible.
American dream, let him persevere, and entered the University of Pennsylvania with excellent results, study medicine. Fortunately, he met a good mentor, an American who did not discriminate.
The American Dream starts here. Full scholarships and interest-free loans allow him to focus on his studies without worrying about life. The mentor's continuous guidance and recommendation made him slowly have some contact with the upper class society. After graduating, he not only became an outstanding doctor, but also joined political groups and began to follow the path of success.
Jiang Yan didn't know how many times he worked hard for ordinary people to realize this dream. But waking up is so simple. Those gangs are another aspect of the American dream?
Two bullets, so that everything is over. One killed his sister, and one killed herself.
Jiang Yan did not regret it. He clearly remembered how he dug out the heart that was still beating and held it in his hands. My sister is dead, someone must pay the price!
The heart was hot and slippery, and it seemed that he wanted to escape from his hand back to his chest.
The gunshot behind him sounded, and it felt like someone pushed it gently behind his head. Jiang Yan saw the white brains fly out, under the snow-like lights, mixed with red blood, like a peach blossoming a house.
Jiangyan felt the existence of his soul, and his own soul, as the bullet flew forward, flew to the half window in the basement. On the dark window was a crow, a crimson-looking crow.
The memories came to an abrupt end, Jiang Yan felt like he had opened his eyes.
No, this eye is not opened by myself, it is someone else. The body is not your own, you are only a hermit. In Jiang Yan's emotions, a sense of absurdity mixed with calmness, he finally saw the image in front of him.
Came into view, a long and narrow knife.
The blade is cold, far better than ice and snow.
The long and narrow blade rubbed against the neck of this body, and Jiang Yan's soul trembled. Above the blade, countless demons' faces and minions appeared. As if cut across the board, the door to will open, and the soul will fall into sinking and never be born.
The man holding the knife lowered his head and looked down at the body stepping on his feet. The man's eyes showed an amber color, with a dark line in the middle, calm and cruel. This hardened his handsome facial features, and a strange iron blue appeared under his dark skin.
"Doctor, do you still refuse to say?"
This person's voice seems to come from an old broken record, with a strong Mexican accent. Speaking english
"Say your mother B!"
The body that Jiang Yan pinned opened and spoke Chinese, and Jiang Yan also understood. This is his mother tongue and the language his mother forced him to learn. What makes Jiang Yan strange is that the two people each speak their own language, but obviously both understand the meaning of the other.
The owner of this body had a low voice, and after spitting out the swearing word with a nearly roaring volume, he could not help coughing hard. Jiang Yan saw the person called the doctor through the eyes of this body and coughed up a lot of blood.
Jiang Yan also felt the pain of the body, as well as suffocation and dizziness. As soon as the doctor's swear words were spoken, Jiang Yan had a bad secret in his heart. You were forced by a knife, why should you eat the loss? The worst part is that I am now in this body too. What if I get killed?
The blade slid down next to the neck, and severely cut from the end of the body's shoulder, cutting off the entire left arm of the body. The wound became strangely burnt, and Jiang Yan's soul shrank desperately to avoid the black flames released from the blade.
No drop of blood flowed out, but the pain was ten times as intense.
The doctor's stepped body bounced upward, his eyes turned white, and Jiang Yan couldn't see the scene in front of him.
Cut off one of the doctor's arms, and the black man pressed the blade against the doctor's neck again, and gave out a laugh.
"Me ... Doctor, how is the taste of this gate of hell? You are a medical student, you may not understand the pain of the soul. This pain will not have an end. When I slowly kill you, your soul will be Draw into the gates of hell, and help me kill more people in the future. If you do n’t want to do this, tell me immediately that the Sun King sent two A-level teams to help you, what mission are you going to do. Give the mission items to Me, I let you die happily. "
The doctor gasped and suddenly coughed violently. The black man unconsciously loosened his foot stepping on the doctor's chest. The doctor's eyeball rolled a little. Jiang Yan followed the doctor's movements to see the environment in the room.
Nostrils seemed to have just felt the breath. On the walls, there were shocking blood stains everywhere. There are a few places that are slowly flowing to the ground. The sticky feeling makes people dizzy.
On the ground, there are more than thirty bodies. Every corpse has the same knife edge and is dark in color, as if it had been carbonized by flames.
These corpses were killed by this black man?
Where is this, UU reading www.uukanshu. Who is the black man com? Why is it so lawless! With more than 30 lives, how many life sentences is enough?
After the doctor scanned the room, he sneered: "I know that you are very cunning and cruel. For the secret of me, I will not hesitate to kill my companion. I am a little curious. Do you not know what is the end of the city of betrayed miracles? Even if I tell you the secret, how long can you protect it? Are you stupid? Or not afraid at all? "
"Of course afraid."
The muscles on the black man's cheeks were shaking, he gritted his teeth and said: "But, kill your yellow-skinned monkey, the secret will always be in my heart. Let the city of miracles go to hell!"
The black people almost roared and shouted the last sentence, the room was closed, the sound became dull and abnormal, full of weakness after the fear vented.
Jiang Yan suddenly found that in front of his soul, the doctor's soul became clear, a mass of golden material. The doctor's anger is also reflected in Jiang Yan's soul. The golden flame spewed out of the doctor's soul, and the physical pain suddenly disappeared.
"I am a yellow-skin monkey?" The doctor asked faintly: "Then you are a nigga, right?"
The eyes of the black amber suddenly turned bright red. On the long blade, a black breath penetrated into the doctor's body. The black breath wrapped the golden soul of the doctor. The doctor's soul struggled desperately, but he couldn't get rid of the erosion of the black breath, and slowly became full of holes.
Jiang Yan also felt the shape of his own soul at this time. His own soul is strangely hidden in a golden red ball. The ball is covered with hollow patterns. The lines of the pattern are smooth and concise. The whole looks like a crow and a golden-red crow.