Chapter 2468: Punishing the World: Sick Dreamer (Fifty-Two)

His slender and fair fingers were slightly bent and pressed against his fair forehead. His complexion was translucent and cold white, and he was morbid and vulnerable. When he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped down, and he saw that he looked small and evil at the collarbone. The sterling silver cross seemed to reflect the stars in the dim light.

if so……

Si Jin's eyes were dark and bottomless, he slowly stretched out his left hand, his cold and white fingertips pressed against the cross hanging in the center of the bone chain, not knowing what he was thinking.

next second,

He slowly pulled out the dagger pinned to his left waist, the blade was cold in the night, and it was unparalleled sharpness.

The darkness of the night was a bit obscure, like a pair of spread ink.

The young man's face was hidden in the darkness, and he could only vaguely see the cold and delicate profile of his profile, as well as the shaved jawline.

Thin white lips, no blood at all.

Unprovoked vulnerability and danger.

Si Jin held the dagger in one hand and lowered his eyes. The depths of the dark and deep eyes seemed to be floating and sinking, with some kind of desperate and morbid paranoia.

"Tick, tick..." The sound of blood dripping on the ground was obvious in the quiet room.

The blade quickly cut through the wrist, leaving only an afterimage, cutting a deep scar that was enough to cause death from excessive blood loss.

Si Jin leaned back weakly, closed his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking, but the white fingertips always pressed against the sterling silver cross, allowing blood to drip from his wrists.

Dream within a dream, fall into a world surrounded by all dreams.

Even at the end, you may not be able to tell where you are, whether it is reality or a dream.

It can only be repeated in this way, until I lose myself.

But Si Jin won't.

In this long dark and eroded dream, he has a light that he wants to chase with all his strength.

That touch of crimson color has long been his lifelong belief.

even if it's a dream,

Si Jin also sinks down willingly, even if the final outcome is doomed.

without that person,

What's the point of his existence.

Because of the excessive blood loss, even his consciousness was slowly blurring, and he felt the approach of death again and again, but Si Jin had no intention of stopping the bleeding.

wake up again,

The person who had been sleeping for a long time suddenly opened his eyes, and those eyes that were like stagnant water seemed to have no ups and downs.

same location,

Same room.

Si Jin stood up straight, lowered his eyes, and glanced at the white porcelain wrist, but there was no scar on it at all, let alone the scar from the knife.

intact.

The young man pursed his thin lips, and his black hair fell down, covering his eyes.

Nothing at all……

In the magic dream, it was a dream, and it was also a dream just now, so what about now?

Are you really awake, or are you still in a dream?

Can't go back to the magical world?

Dream.

Think about this word,

Si Jin slowly pulled the corner of his lower lip, revealing a cold arc.

Who is he.

from where.

Are your dreams a reality?

perhaps,

Or maybe not.

The result of misrecognition is either sinking into a dream indefinitely, or killing the real self with one's own hands.

At this time,

The door of the room had been pushed open, and a middle-aged figure came out from the outside, looking sympathetic and kind, holding a glass of warm milk in his hand, smiled and said to Si Jin: "Master, drink a glass of milk before going to bed. Well, it's good for your body."

Si Jin raised his eyebrows slightly, and his deadly eyes fell on the middle-aged woman, showing no emotion.

"What's wrong?" The man wondered.

Si Jin slightly curled the corner of his lower lip, the arc was very light, not like he was smiling, but an arc that symbolized the danger of hunting and killing.

It's a smile that only shows at the target.

The slender and tall boy supported his body with one hand, stood up directly, and walked in front of the middle-aged woman step by step, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, looking at the glass of milk, he suddenly spoke, his voice was very low, soft: " Haven't you already gone to the country to visit your relatives?"

The middle-aged woman smiled and continued as usual: "Oh, young master, don't worry, I'm back."

The atmosphere was quiet for two seconds, and Si Jin said calmly, "But you haven't left here at all."

...

silence.

Eerie silence.

But it didn't last long,

Because the cold figure in black has quickly and neatly pulled out the dagger pinned to the left waist, and then, symbolizing the danger and coldness, he solved the person in front of him.

One hit kill.

The neat movements and handsome skills, as well as the calm indifference when speaking, and the noble look on his face, are very similar to the scenes that only appear in the movie, and he is the most dazzling existence.

This night is destined to be long,

After countless pictures were intertwined and confused, in the end, the whole person seemed to be pulled in the deep sea, unable to breathe or call for help, but the feeling of suffocation was always with him.

The eyelids are heavy, the consciousness is clear, but the body can't move at all.

finally,

The boy who was as handsome as a nobleman in a deep sleep revealed a pair of eyes that were as sharp as obsidian, and at this moment, like the fog in the night, his hair was deep.

The moment when the stagnant water rises, it is destined to be a stormy sea.

Magic dream world.

Si Jin frowned, his fair fingers rested on his beautiful forehead, his lips were pale, there was no warmth in the bottom of his eyes, and he was as calm as a cold pool.

next second,

He got up, picked up a black trench coat from the side, quickly draped it over his body, and went out with one hand in his pocket.

The slender and tall figure of the young man seemed to be able to blend in with the night, and that black trench coat looked like a demon.

No one knew where he wanted to go.

It's just that Si Jin himself knew what his purpose was.

Slum 42.

No day is a quiet night.

After licking the blood on the tip of the knife, the man who had just had a fight with someone else bumped into the handsome boy in black.

He squinted his eyes, and then suddenly smiled, was it the prey that came to the door...

Being blocked, Si Jin raised his long eyelashes, the black eyes under the long eyelashes were indifferent, the thin lips were lightly opened, and his voice seemed to contain a cold meaning: "Get out of the way."

The man smiled, and he looked very arrogant, "Let? Do you know who I am? I'll leave it alone today, don't think about it..." He hadn't finished his words yet.

The youth's delicate eyebrows and eyes were already dyed with an uncontrollable hostility, and even those bottomless eyes seemed to be stained with blood-red red, brewing an almost soaring evil and willfulness.

He raised his long legs, swept through the air quickly and sharply, and kicked the man directly. Those fingers with black leather gloves gave him a direct over-the-shoulder throw.

The hem of the black windbreaker fluttered, setting off a cold wind in the air, with a ruthless force that could not be ignored, and it was cool.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, the man fell heavily to the ground, and dust was splashed all around.

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