Watching Chen Cheng leave, Liu Zaihuan also followed Chen Cheng's footsteps to the middle of the crowd, asking everyone aimlessly.
"Should we drive him away?"
Bingri listened to Liu Zaihuan's voice and turned to look at the curly hair. Sun Huiren took over Liu Zaihuan's words and said.
"Why? Just because he caught the murderer? Why?"
Cheng Wan looked at Sun Huiren and corrected him blankly: "He didn't catch him, he killed him."
After finishing speaking, Chengwan pushed up the huge glasses frame.
Bingri, who was standing aside and watching Chen Cheng leave, put his hands in his pockets and reminded Chengwan suddenly after he finished speaking.
"That was self-defense. What kind of killing? What's more, that guy Cui Yunzai deserved his death. Didn't you see some cute children?"
"That's right. If it hadn't been for that rogue uncle, how many children would have had to keep their eyes open?" Zhi En, a short-haired woman, supported her chin and looked at Cheng Wan and retorted.
"So what? All in all, he is a murderer?" Liu Zaihuan said with some displeasure. After looking around at everyone for a week, he found that no one agreed with him.
He nodded and continued: "Just imagine, who knows if he will start killing again if things don't go his way? Maybe he will kill one of us?"
At this time, Liu Zaihuan was talking, and Bian Bianyu gradually came out of the room. Liu Zaihuan turned his back to Bian Bianyu.
However, Bian Bianyu didn't care at all when he heard Liu Zaihuan's voice.
Cheng Wan looked behind Liu Zaihuan in panic, raised his hand and grabbed his hair, turned his head and left.
The same Bingri was there. The first time he saw Bian Yu, he turned around and left. Only Liu Zaihuan was left, looking at the people leaving with some displeasure.
As Bian Yu slowly came out of the room, Liu Zaihuan also noticed something strange. He turned around and lowered his head, leaning to the side cautiously.
Leave enough aisles for Shang Yu to leave. He even lowered his head, not daring to look at Bian Bianyu.
At this time, Bian Yu's eyes were a little distracted, and he walked unsteadily out of the aisle. Even these scattered sounds did not arouse Bian Yu's slightest concern.
At this moment, the principal of the kindergarten blocked Bian Bangyu's path. Bian Bangyu raised his head and looked at the woman with a flat gaze.
The director bowed to Bian Yu respectfully and said, "Thank you." After saying this, he lowered his head and took off the ring on his hand and the gold necklace on his neck.
Holding these gold jewelry: "I only have these..."
However, before the principal could finish speaking, when he raised his head again and looked at Bian Bianyu, he saw only a figure walking away.
At the place where the deceased was buried, Bian Yu squatted on the ground, dug a small hole, stretched out his hand, and a small rag doll appeared in his hand.
The sun shone slantly on the rag doll keychain, and a smiling face was imprinted on the ground by the sun, as if I saw the smile of some child.
As soon as his hand was loosened, the rag doll fell into the small pit, and the smile on the ground also lost its appearance and disappeared into the air.
Bian Yu dug the soil with his hands and slowly buried the doll.
Sin never goes away, but it can stop now. I just hope you are safe and thank you very much.
Talking to himself in his heart, he threw a photo in his hand into the furnace, until finally, he took out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket, with a few coins in the middle, and slowly threw them into the furnace.
"Why did you burn the money?"
"That's the cost of running errands, but I didn't get it done." The burning flames set off Shang Yu's scarred face.
Bian Yu looked at the stove without raising his head and answered Zheng Zaixian who had arrived at an unknown time.
Similarly, Zheng Zaixian watched the pictures of children being thrown into the stove one after another. He stood there and watched quietly. It was not until the end that he asked Bian Bianyu.
"Why did I appear here?" Bian Bianyu said in despair, as if talking to himself or to Zheng Zaixian.
Zheng Zaixian stepped forward slowly, casually found a seat next to Bian Bianyu, and slowly took out the cell phone that Bian Bianyu had dropped from his pocket.
"Sorry, I read the information inside," Zheng Zaixian said as he handed the phone to Bian Shangyu.
"Although not everyone agrees, you can stay here if you want," Zheng Zaixian said calmly.
Bian Bianyu was just quiet, looking through the messages on his phone. After Zheng Zaixian finished speaking, Bian Bianyu was a little dazed, as if he was in a trance.
"I don't think what you did was right, but thank you for your hard work." After Zheng Zaixian finished speaking, he stood up and left.
Bian Yu sat on the ground and didn't look at Zheng Zaixian who was leaving. He just took out the cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, just as Zheng Zaixian was about to leave.
Bian Yu said calmly: "Can anyone do it?"
Pop, flint, a crisp sound sounded. Zheng Zaixian, who heard the sound, turned to look at Bian Bianyu who was lowering his head and smoking.
"Yes, anyone can"
Huh... Bian Bianyu exhaled white smoke: "Come on..."
"Why am I here?"
Zheng Zaixian stared at Bian Bianyu until Bian Bianyu took another deep drag on the cigarette, then slowly raised his head and looked at Zheng Zaixian with a flat look.
"Because God will like you more than me." After Bian Bianyu finished speaking, the two of them looked at each other quietly. In the silent silence, Zheng Zaixian stepped forward.
"I think it's better for me to pray for you..." At this moment, in the corridor not far away, a tank slowly approached.
Bian Yu looked at Tank, who had a solemn expression, and there seemed to be a slight change on his plain face.
But Bian Bianyu didn't pay attention. Looking at the approaching tank, Bian Bianyu knew that this man might be the same as him.
"You are already fine. Maybe you don't need to pray at all, and you are their god." Tank looked at the photo that burned to ashes, stood in front of Bian Yu, and said slowly.
"You..." Zheng Zaixian looked at the tank in front of him in surprise.
"Are you an atheist?" Zheng Zaixian looked at Tank dumbly.
Tank shrugged: "No, my boss is my creator, and everything else is illusion."
After speaking, Tank ignored Zheng Zaixian and looked at Bian Bianyu quietly until some confusion appeared on Bian Bianyu's face.
Tank then slowly approached Bian Bianyu, and Zheng Zaixian, who was not far away, was also looking at the two people. The two people did not speak, but just smoked cigarettes quietly.
Time flies, and the cigarette butts around the two of them are like hills.
"Tank, I want to tell you a secret. Maybe one day I die, at least I have a friend who can still remember me."
Bian Bianyu was talking, while Tank was smoking, without interrupting Bian Bianyu. Zheng Zaixian had already left. The two of them were talking, and the sun's afterglow disappeared.
