Gilbert Gong squinted at Lu Yun, as if he saw two burning flames in his unusually bright eyes, but the temperature of the flame was cold and mixed with a trace of black death.
After a long while, George Gong shook his head and spoke slowly. “I don’t have a gun. What do you want to do? Really commit suicide?”
Lu Yun’s face showed a smile that was more ugly than the cry, and nodded. “Yes, your sister is right. I am a useless waste person. I will die if I die. I will also pull the people around me to bury me. The swallowing gun is so refreshing, the trigger is a button, the eyes are too late to close, and the gas can be stopped. Not only can I stay with my dad as soon as possible, but I won’t even be tired of brother and Angkor! How good!”
George Gong’s face gradually became tense, and the tone of the flat asked, “Do you really want to die? No regrets?” How valuable is life? He endured endless torture just to live, why did others not know how to cherish it?
“No, now is the end of the world, and the waste people like me can’t live for a long time!” Lu Yun waved his hand and looked down at his body. He smiled bitterly. “That’s just right, the red strips come, and the red ones go!”
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