v4 Chapter 110： Saixi, how close are we to kill him?

Dense rain fell from the sky.

The fine rain was blurred into bright spots of light in the field of vision.

Billy stood in the street, staring at the scene before him.

His eyes were dull.

This is a desolate street, with potholes on the road that has been in disrepair for a long time, and the street lights tilted to one side.

Flashing lights on one side.

Those are bright car lights.

Billy couldn't recognize the model of the car. The front of the car was twisted and the lights went out, flashing nervously.

The rain hit the fragile car skin, making a heart-shaking sound.

An alcoholic leaning on the side of the car was talking loudly to Mr. Officer.

And under the shining of flashing car lights.

In the rain on the street, another young corpse lay.

Stella.

She is dead.

At that moment, there was an impulse in Billy's heart. He wanted to rush out and tear the drunkard's throat with the broken fragments of the street lamp, and let the blood warm the cold rain.

The life in the future seemed to be in front of his eyes at this moment.

According to the federal constitution, he will be sent to the correctional facility, who is 14 years old this year, to start a life in another sense.

His indifference and previous record will prevent him from entering the stranger, waiting in the bottomless abyss until the end of his service and leaving the correctional facility.

At that time he will be eighteen years old.

He will return to this city and become a gangster or a worker in an oil factory.

Or it may become social rubbish.

"Hey! Child!"

The shouting pulled the boy whose eyes were plunged into darkness back to reality. He raised his head and found that the police officer squatting in front of him, looking at him with some worry.

None of what he expected happened.

The drunkard was not killed, Stella's body was dragged away and later cremated, and Billy received a compensation of fifty thousand federal dollars for this.

Watching the light rising in the cremation furnace.

Billy finally realized.

He could no longer see those eyes that were as bright as stars.

Later, he understood.

No one would look at him with such bright eyes.

15-year-old Billy stood in front of the broken house in the dim sky.

A group of half-aged children insulted him from a distance. His life experience, his miserable life, and his dead sister, each can be a point of ridicule by those people, and they will not miss any point, and they will not. Think about what such behavior will bring to a person shrouded in darkness and shadow.

Billy has listened to the content too many times.

He can even recite it himself.

Impulsive thoughts rushed into his mind again.

Raised their fists and smashed their faces.

But Billy didn't do this. He went back to the room, took up his suitcase, locked the door, and left his home blankly.

This is the first time in fifteen years that he has traveled far away from home without telling anyone.

He will go to the nearest big city, Arosa, to start a new life.

Billy didn't know why he wanted to leave, probably because he had already thought of running away, and it was hard to stop it.

As always, he was indifferent to everything that was irritating.

At least it looks like this.

Arosa's life is much better than Billy thought.

He found a job there as a car wash, maybe not as decent as Stella expected, but enough to support himself.

The rest of his life was like being pressed by the fast forward button, everything passed so quickly, he became a formal job from an apprenticeship, and he had a group of friends and friends, and even a man who writhed very hot on the bed. My girlfriend, facing all kinds of cars during the day, and dreaming of dying in various places of erosion at night, her daily life becomes exciting and boring.

Billy thought to himself: This should be the real life, this should be the real life!

The numb life in the past is almost like **** in **** compared with the time of the present.

He even changed his name, in order to completely cut off from everything.

He changed his name to Sethi Platinum.

He was very satisfied with this last name.

Platinum.

What a noble and wealthy surname it is, as if born to be extraordinary, like a saying of the Easterners-a person who was born with a golden key and destined to make a difference.

This feeling is really good.

It was just on the day that I got my new ID card that the life of such a drunken dream suddenly slowed down for an instant.

Standing on a busy street, Saixi bowed his head and looked at his credentials.

He was also looking at Sisi silently on the certificate.

That name.

Sethi Platinum.

I don't know why, Saixi suddenly felt that his heartbeat seemed to be half a beat slower.

There seemed to be a voice asking beside him.

""

This is a word of no reason, but it is so firm, as if there is boundless power in the tone.

But for Sisi, what really matters in there seems to be not the chilling firmness, but the expectation and trust.

Asking this question, the person who called out his name trusts himself incomparably and looks forward to himself incomparably.

It seems that he is willing to give his life to himself.

The last time someone called his name like this was...

Saixi suddenly remembered the shout in the stray sunlight.

But that name has long been abandoned by him, and now this name has just been abandoned.

Who...who would give such an expectation of gambling everything to someone like yourself?

Saixi was stunned for a while, grabbing the ID card in his hand, and was stunned.

Until his replacement female partner, who doesn't know how many generations, pulled him a bit and asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

"I may have heard a hallucination." Saixi came back to her senses, with a smile on her face, pinched a handful of the female partner's thigh, and walked forward with her laughing, discussing where to go to celebrate her new life tonight. first name.

But... the voice remained in Sisi's heart with a huge question.

Next, Saixi felt like she was dreaming every day, as if drifting to the clouds.

Those wealthy people may not be as cool as him. It seems that it is really useful to change his name. He was promoted to a little supervisor, and he was addicted to alcohol and different bodies every day, and he wanted to have fun.

People live, not for joy or for what?

So he really seemed to float up.

Floating on top of the clouds I don't know how it feels to be down to earth.

This kind of life seems endless.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart begging.

This kind of life is so beautiful, I am willing to stay here for a long time.

So he really kept this kind of life.

day to day.

Year after year.

He lives in the beauty he wants, and only occasionally thinks of that call.

—— Saixi——

——Did we do it——

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