Chapter 232:

Zhou He is an iron fan of Su Fengxi. Of course, later Fangalo's prophecy was fulfilled. When Su Fengxi appeared at the concert with such a ugly and ugly face, his good impression of her was completely disillusioned. However, he is different from ordinary people, and he will not go to Fanfanjialu because of the collapse of Su Fengxi's image.
The man does have something special, but hate means hate, no reason is needed. Seeing his face and hearing his voice, a disgusting sensation surged into my heart in an instant. This is Zhou He's most intuitive feeling for Van Gogh.
He played Kafavangaro on the Internet almost every day. Even though he was often chased and scolded by his fans, he never gave up. He didn't like his unique tone, he didn't like the calm and indifference in his eyes, and he didn't like the eyes that he could see through.
But today, he forgot to do his "homework", just holding the phone tightly, staring out of the window through the gap between a thick curtain.
His father wanted to lift the curtains to take a look, but he was kicked away with a cold face: "Dad, go back and guard Huihui, don't come here."
Father Zhou, who had gray hair and red eyes, staggered a few steps, but stopped again, turned around, and his voice trembled: "Your mother, your mother and your wife's body are still there? Is there anyone to help them? Clean up? I want to go on, I can't bear it at home, I'm old, it doesn't matter. I can't hold it! "He slowly sat down on the ground, covering his face with his hands, he seemed to want to cry but took care of the room The child was suppressed, and there were several broken voices in his throat.
Zhou He was also irritated by his eyes, and gritted his teeth: "Go back, dad! Don't say these frustrated words! Huihui still has a high fever, what should I do if you don't take care of me? Our family is left The three of us are gone. You fell. Will Huihui and I still have to live? Ah? "
Zhou He glanced back, his eyes seemed to be split, and tears rolled down. The curtain opened a thin slit by him. Through this slit, he could vaguely see the shadow of the lamp outside. It was red for a while, blue for a while, and kept changing. That was the unique light of the police light.
Father Zhou stood up and begged, "You let me take a look, just one." He said as he walked to the window, squeezing the son who occupied the gap.
Zhou He had no choice but to press his shoulders, so that he could minimize the possibility of exposure. The two seemed to be guarding something out of the window, but they didn't even know what it was. There were rumors that they were ghosts, rumors that they were demons, and rumors that they were gods.
Father Zhou's cat looked around with his waist. His breath, which he was trying to hold, suddenly turned into a thick pant. Then his forehead hit the glass at once, and he couldn't help crying. He saw the fountain pool under the window with a sparkling blood, and the corpses still floating in the pool, among them his wife. They have just finished their golden wedding together and are preparing to continue to spend the next decade, but it is unexpected that the change will come so suddenly and so tragically.
There are many forensic doctors standing by the pool, holding net bags to continuously salvage corpses, and then put them on a long plastic cloth to piece together a complete human body. A forensic doctor who specializes in identifying corpses and bringing them back suddenly fainted. Several nurses rushed towards her, but she only lay down for four or five seconds and struggled to get up without saying anything. First, howling and crying, thumping the ground while crying, it looks like it is extremely grieved.
Even if it was so far away, her crying could still be clearly heard, like acupuncture, like a knife scraping, bursting into hearts and souls.
Father Zhou seemed to be infected by her, and the crying became louder and louder. The whole person hung on the window sill, as if he could be planted at any time. Without his wife, he didn't want to live.
Zhou He was crying, but still covered his father's mouth, and begged unheardly: "Hush, hush, dad, don't cry, what if you let that ghost hear? What should I do? It does n’t matter if you die, Huihui is only five years old, she is still young! "
Father Zhou broke his son's hand and said in despair: "Hui Hui's body burned like a fire, and the medicine didn't work, and the police didn't let her go. What else can we do except guard her? What happened to her grandmother and her mother? She was watching with her own eyes when she was scared. She might be so scared that she lost her soul! If she ca n’t get through tonight, our two grandfathers wo n’t live anymore, our family died together. "
Deep despair shrouded Zhou's heart, making him lose his will to survive, otherwise he would never be able to say such a curse of granddaughter.
Zhou Helian dragged him back to the bedroom with a drag, and ordered him to stay at the head of his daughter's bed. He had nothing to think about, so he walked back to the window and continued to look around. After his father left, he thought that the living room would become very quiet, but found that there were looming cries all around, some upstairs, some downstairs, and the opposite. People who live in the happy community can no longer feel the slightest happiness, because many people's love is now lying in the fountain pool downstairs, and washed up into the sky and turned into blood mist. Every breath they breathe soaked in the breath of death.
Zhou He stared at the thick pool of blood like purgatory, and could hardly imagine that his mother and wife were now lying inside, floating and falling apart.
The blood color pours into his pupils, stabbing him to tears. He had to close his eyes, calm down his inner anger and hatred, and then took out his mobile phone, repeatedly refreshing the police's official website, trying to get the latest news. He must understand the reason for this matter, no matter what the murderer is, demon, ghost, and ghost, as long as the other party is still in this world, he will find him and kill him!
It seems that the disappearance of Du Shasha triggered unpredictable public opinion. This time, the police finally no longer covered up, but issued a more complete case briefing. Zhou He firmly remembered the name of the murderer-Ma You, a madman who thought he was a god! His half-length photo was also posted directly above the bulletin, and it looked like a very weak and ordinary young man.
Zhou He stared at this face, decidedly secretly: it is you! If the rest of my life can be fortunate to meet you in a corner of the world, I will destroy you with my life!
Zhou He believed the police report because he knew that Beijing had entered a wartime emergency and the government would never make a joke about it. He kept refreshing the news page and saw all kinds of news, some supermarkets were sold out, some shops were smashed, some were going on holiday all over the city tomorrow, and the streets were martial
One after another, pictures full of turmoil and panic appeared on Zhou He's mobile phone screen, as desperate as the end of the world. Suddenly, he saw a picture of hundreds of corpses scattered in the work shed. Finally, he could not bear the impact and chose to close his eyes.
He can no longer look directly at this unrecognizable world overnight, let alone look at people's hearts. Who can do such a thing!
In grief and indignation, there was a calm and familiar voice in his ear, "There is only one in the world, that is me, Van Gogh."
God? Fangallo? Zhou He has a natural sensitivity to the name that he is slandering or even swearing every day, so he immediately opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. It was a huge billboard standing opposite the Plaza of Happiness. It was still extinguished just now, but now it was suddenly lit up. In this night where the neon did not dare to flash, it was as dazzling as the sun.
Zhou He's mind was instantly captured by it.
The voice was made by a vague figure. He sat on a luxurious soft chair, and the bright light shone from behind him, making him shrouded in darkness. All around is completely white and bright, only he is a dark outline, but somehow the whole world fades away, but I feel a deep sense of color.
The light slowly turned to the side along his back, illuminating half of his face, giving him a tall nose, deep eye sockets and thin lips with stunningly gorgeous lines. His skin is whiter than the light, but his pupils are as dark as an infinite universe. Stars, planets, meteors ... All the stars in the vast sky can be found in his eyes, making him instantly fatal. .
what is this? At this time, what other advertises Van Gogh? Want to be crazy? Zhou He clearly scolded in his heart, but his eyes were firmly attached to this man uncontrollably. Indistinctly, he even heard the sound of someone upstairs opening the floor-to-ceiling windows and walking up to the balcony.
In order to see Van Gogh more clearly, these people are dead!
The video continues, and the bright brilliance turns from the back to the side, illuminating the abnormal face of Van Gogh Luo Junmei, and also makes him relaxed and relaxed. He overlapped his slender legs, put one hand gently on his knee, and the other hand lazily supported his forehead. The shadow cast by the palm blurred his eyebrows, but his star-studded pupils were extremely bright.
Zhou He felt that all his thoughts, all eyes, all consciousness, seemed to be captured by these pupils. He couldn't do anything other than standing still and watching this person. And Van Gogh raised his jaws at the right time, and his tone became more and more gentle: "This world belongs to me. I feel very displeased by the behavior of some people who falsely call false gods. Without your confession, Ma You, what are you ? "
Hearing this, Zhou He gradually realized that Van Gogh was actually provoking that murderous maniac? What is he going to do? Is he crazy? Now is not the time to rub the heat!
However, no one can stop Van Gogh's crazy behavior.
His raised foot began to rock up and down carelessly, and the spotless toe was illuminated by the light. This slightly wavy movement revealed his inner disdain to the fullest. He tickled the corner of his lips, and his tone was a bit unsmiling: "Ma You, do you dare to appear in front of me? Do you dare to live in a gutter like a mouse?"
He lowered his overlapping legs, leaned forward slightly, staring at everyone intently, leaning his slender fingertips out, gently ticked, and smiled scornfully: "I am waiting for you in New Times Square. Stomping on a rat like crushing your internal organs will make you die without dignity. "
He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes bright as cold stars. The light slowly turned from his side to his back, bringing him back to darkness. In a bright white halo, he was the only one with a strong color.
The billboard went out and Zhou He felt a pain in his chest, only to find that he had unconsciously held his breath and watched this very second video. Fangallo is provoking Ma You, saying that he will wait in the New Times Square to face up with Ma You. Is he crazy? He is looking for death! Oh my God!
At this moment, Zhou He had forgotten his unreasonable aversion to this person, but was really worried about him. Witnessing too many deaths at once, he can no longer bear the passing of another dazzling life. Of course, he also had to admit that he heard an unpleasant euphoria when he heard that Van Gaal said he would step on the broken horse tour and let the other party die without dignity.
He opened the window slit and stared at the billboard that had gone out for a long time.
At the position above his head, a whisper suddenly came from someone's balcony: "Van Galore is so kind! At this time, only he dares to stand up and say a few words."
Yes! This is the style of Van Gogh. He dares to say what others dare not to say; he does what others dare not to do; he never offends people who do not dare to offend him. Even among tens of millions of people, he is also the most special one. It is a maverick when it is good to say, and it is a big deal to say badly.
Zhou He finally realized that he hated Van Gogh so much because of his uniqueness and alienation. He was like an alien, who deeply pierced his eyes. But now, when everyone is choked by fear, and then silenced, disappeared, and shrinking away at home, he dares to stand up and challenge the murderer. No matter what he thought in his heart, at least at this moment, Zhou He admired him.
"I hope you are just talking, not really waiting in the square. If you can live, if I can live, I will never black you again from now on." Zhou He huddled under the window sill Tears fell on the side.
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At the same time, Fangallo left the shooting venue with lights and went to Minister Yan to communicate with you for the last time.
"When is the best time to save people, this must be mastered by Master Chang Jing. He should be able to feel the strength and weakness of the space created by Ma You?" Fangallo looked at Master Chang Jing.
"The Vatican donor is indeed a powerful psychic, and it seems that I have seen through my cultivation." Master Chang Jing folded his hands together and carefully promised: "I will not disappoint the Vatican donor."
Fangallo raised his wrist and said, "Let's check the watch. It's 4:43 in the morning."
Everyone looked carefully at the watch and nodded together.
Fangallo explained a few more words, and then moved to Dr. Song, who was always sullen. The other person raised his jaw and suddenly asked, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
"What are you talking about?" Fangallo looked puzzled.
Song Rui said in a deep voice: "Tell me about your plan this time, and what you will face when you enter that space. I know that maybe in the outside world, your power is as powerful as gods, but in that space, Ma You It ’s the real god. You behave so lightly, as if you ’re sure you will be able to come back safely, and avoid talking about the consequences of plan failure to anyone, so as to minimize obstruction? You do n’t want anyone to disturb you. The plan also includes me, right? "
Fangallo was silent.
Song Rui stared at his dark eyes and smiled bitterly: "Other people are pacified by you unconsciously, forgetting the danger of planning, but I won't. Do you know why I didn't stop you?"
"Why?" Van Galo asked seriously.
"Because of the agreement between us. We agreed a long time ago that no matter what situation we fall into, we have to trust each other unconditionally, do you remember?"
Van Gogh suddenly realized that his voice became dumb: "I still remember."
"I remember, so I didn't stop you. I believe you will come back as scheduled, right?"
"Yes, I will come back." Van Gaal nodded, suddenly wondering what to expect.
Song Rui couldn't help smiling, and then pulled him over, holding his head with his hands, his forehead against his forehead, and whispered again: "You must come back."