As he rubbed the scar, it clung to him like a stubborn leech.
I rubbed hard, hard, hard until I gritted my teeth, and the bed plates vibrated, and it felt like my skin was going to separate from my flesh... The slightest touch turned my burnt skin bright red; I covered it further. . The thumb is attached to a small droplet of skin.
Uncle Wang came back to his senses from the pain. He looked at the scar, which was still damaged but had a mysterious symbol on it. The shock and anger in his heart gradually turned into pure fear.
"What on earth is this? What does this symbol mean? Why does it appear at my feet?" The doubts in Uncle Wang's heart made his inner anxiety even worse.
All he remembers is that the maniac who carried out the knife attack that day grabbed his mysteriously scarred ankle and bloody hand, muttering about the mission's past and its legacy before dying. Ta.
But it doesn't make sense, he doesn't.
Uncle Wang knew well the meaning of the fool's last words, but the fool's last words were like a devil's whisper. They continued to appear in his dreams and wanderings, urging and tempting him into unknown depravity and eternal damnation. In hell.
Uncle Wang, who was in pain, subconsciously picked up a picture frame from the table. The photo in the frame was of a family of three. He hugged his young, sweet wife and happy daughter in the photo, curled up on the bed and surrendered. Blood from his ankles oozed onto the sheets, yearning for the quiet strength his family could give him.
Jingle bell……
The vibration and heat of the mobile phone in his pocket woke Uncle Wang. He sat on the bed and looked at the desk, bed, lamp, and wardrobe in the dormitory. Nothing has changed inside the dormitory. , The sky outside the window is already dark, and the crescent moon is hidden in thick clouds.
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