Chapter 3794

Misty rain, dusk, fog everywhere, the whole city is shrouded in the intermittent cold rain, like a wet and gray color like water everywhere.

It rained for a long time and covered up a lot of dirt.

For example, the black car that exploded without warning at the crossroads sent out a sharp and harsh explosion sound without any premise. Just listen to the sound of "boom -!", the fire burst into the sky, the car exploded directly, debris splashed around, the fire became bigger and bigger, and black clouds rolled up!

Surrounded by panic screams and fear fleeing, the original dull and prosperous streets fell into extreme chaos because of the accident!

No one saw it,

The hand slowly stretched out from the fragmented window of the back seat of the car was dripping with blood. You could even see the thick white bones. You could vaguely distinguish the extremely slender and distinct bone joints. There was a charred and blackened bone ring on the tail finger of your left hand.

"Patter -" a sound.

The sound was so small that it could not be heard clearly in the scream of explosion.

The bone ring slipped from the knuckles, fell to the ground, burned with the fire, and a part of the wrist hung down.

Large blood stains meandered on the ground.

The rain ticked down.

Finally, the fire caused by the explosion was watered out, but the people in the car couldn't even tell the bones.

In the distance,

A thin figure came slowly in the direction of the explosion.

The people around him are running back and forth, and only he is moving forward step by step.

It was a teenager, and the umbrella he held covered half of his face.

The air is also filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke after the explosion, mixed with gasoline and smoke, making people cough.

The young man stopped in front of the car that had already burst and deformed under the gaze of everyone.

The umbrella in your hand,

Suddenly get rid of it.

It fell on the ground and splashed with rain.

At the same time, I also saw the young man's face clearly.

Pale and beautiful, is a very harmless appearance, and even looks a little good, but those dark eyes neutralize the original tenderness.

"Sister..."

He has red eyes and a hoarse voice.

"Sister!"

Every time he said a word, his voice was hoarse, with a choking cry. Even his straight back was trembling and slowly bent down. His fingers were suddenly green and pressed against the ground, and his head was lowered inch by inch. The bleak and desperate breath enveloped his whole body, hysterical and depressed.

Passers-by could not bear to see it and sighed one after another, but no one saw that when the young man knelt in front of the indistinguishable human bones and cried loudly and lowered his head, the pale and exquisite face slowly showed a strange and distorted smile. In the darkness that no one could see, it gradually expanded under the shadow, and there was a kind of crazy pleasure.

He's laughing.

The rain fell on me.

Who can tell whether it is rain or tears.

In mid air,

The transparent soul floats above, and the figure is ethereal, as if it would break when touched.

She was still wearing her clothes before she died. Her white coat was stained with blood. She was more degenerate in abstinence. Her face was gentle and harmless. Her eyebrows and eyes were meaningful and elegant, but she was too pale.

Dyed white slowly lowered her eyes, half of her long eyelashes covered the dark peach blossom eyes, and looked at the blood on her hands.

She seemed to find something very interesting. She licked the blood from the corners of her lips and suddenly showed a touch of interest. Even her eyes showed some cold excitement in the dark abyss.

The left hand habitually wanted to push the frame, but remembered that the pair of glasses had been broken in the sudden explosion.

Dye Bai narrowed her eyes, then dropped her hand indifferently, and looked at the picture of deep love between sisters and brothers in mid air.

The black fog remained in the air, and the boy knelt on the ground and cried hysterically.

It's her good brother.

Everyone knows,

On the way to inherit the company's heritage, the eldest lady of the Rong family in Beijing suddenly died in a car accident. She filed a case at the police station and was finally judged to be an accident. She was only 23 years old before she died.

Only ranbai knows that she is not dead.

To be exact,

After her death, she exists in another form in the world, no one can see.

In the boundless world, but a lonely soul will dissipate and tear at any time.

She witnessed her funeral and followed Jung Mo silently.

After Rong Mo successfully inherited all the inheritance of master Rong, he deserved to hold a banquet and invited more than half of the people in the capital to come.

He is no longer the humble and nonexistent adopted son of the his family.

It was when the scenery was proud that rongmo almost forgot that just a few days ago he was as humble as mud.

Played chess for three years.

He should thank his good sister.

After three rounds of wine, the wind is light and the clouds are light.

No one dares to mention Rong Bai in front of Rong mo.

Those two words have become taboo.

The banquet didn't end until the evening. Now he has just inherited Rong's family. The foundation is unstable. I don't know how many people want to see his jokes. Unfortunately, they are doomed to be disappointed.

After a day of entertainment, Rong Mo returned to the empty villa alone, pulled off his tie and fell back on the bed. It was a real relief.

Inadvertently glancing at a photo album placed on the bedside table, he paused slightly, then took it and stroked the person in the photo with his fingers.

That was one of the few group photos Rong Bai took with him.

The girl in the picture is still young.

The eyebrows and eyelashes are as shallow as jade.

She wore a pair of gold wire glasses and smiled forever, peaceful and elegant.

Jung Mo stared at the picture for a long time and hissed, "you really can pretend."

It's about Rong Bai and himself.

Who among them is cleaner than who.

It's just that he won at chess.

"Sister, thank you for clearing so many obstacles for me." the young man leaned lazily against the bed, lost any disguise in the middle of the night, and even the sweetness on his face was not stingy, like a flower blooming at will.

He stroked Rong Baimei's eyes with his fingertips and naturally called out the title of sister. His voice was low and sweet, like a child's pettish, "it's just..."

Rongmo's voice gradually lowered, and the last trace of temperature in the corner of his lips also disappeared.

"Bang bang -" a sound.

The album was thrown into the trash can without nostalgia, making a sound, like discarding a garbage that can finally be discarded.

"No more."

In the trash can, the album was discarded alone, and the girl showed half her face.

What rongmo doesn't know is that when he did all this, the man who should have died quietly looked behind him, with his eyebrows and eyes perfectly overlapped with the appearance in the photo.

She doesn't seem to have any expression, gentle to the extreme, that is, indifference.

Dyed white drooped her eyes and looked at her body. It was already translucent. Maybe it won't be long before it will really dissipate in the world.

She looked on coldly, her eyes full of strange indifference.

There is no fear of the unknown and death.

"Do you want to do it again?"