Chapter 1042 "Daytime Rain" Screening (End)

The kitchen knife pierced the pillow that Tian Gang had brought in an emergency to block his body. The tip of the knife, which was a few centimeters long, poked out and was very close to Tian Gang's eyebrows and the bridge of his nose.

The scene was like a bullfight. On one side, Mo Sen was desperately fighting with the knife, and on the other side, Tian Gang was using a pillow as a shield to resist. It straightforwardly explained that all ordinary fights are essentially a competition of strength.

The sound of the two exerting force was mixed with Qiu Xue's choked sobs. Mo Sen, whose face was covered with shadows due to the backlight, had sinister eyes and a distorted face. He kicked one leg on the bed to use it to exert force, while Tian Gang held on to the pillow tightly. There was even a tiny popping sound of the sutures collapsing, and his forehead covered in cold sweat missed the sharp tip of the swinging knife several times.

This attack and defense were completely unstructured, but Damon and others outside the screen were afraid to show their anger, for fear that Tian Gang would be stabbed by Mo Sen in the next moment and killed on the spot.

"Uh... um...!"

During the wrestling, the sound of police sirens came in the distance, and Mo Sen spared a moment of attention to look back. Tian Gang took the opportunity to lower his head, suddenly squeezed Mo Sen's waist with both hands, and pressed his forehead against the pillow like a cow. Mawson's belly.

"Gah-!"

Mo Sen was caught off guard and staggered several steps by Tian Gang, who was bending forward and bumping into him.

Wow!

Tian Gang couldn't see where he was and couldn't hold back his strength. The force that was now fighting for his life led Mo Sen to smash the window glass. The two of them fell out of the second floor amidst the explosion sound, and the glass fragments crashed to the ground.

Qiu Xue, with messy hair, opened her eyes wide in horror and opened her mouth unconsciously.

The short, sharp siren sound was getting closer and closer. Tian Gang screamed in pain and squirmed slowly on the ground covered with debris. The same was true for Mo Sen, who fell half a meter away next to him. He groaned in pain and held his arms in his arms. He had to hold one of his calves, but even so, he still stood up in the end, still holding the knife tightly in his hand, and was about to attack Tian Gang.

"Police! Don't move!"

Two uniformed police officers sprang out from the corner of the residential building and shouted a warning.

Mo Sen crawled to the ground and grabbed Tian Gang's collar, forcing him to raise his head, and at the same time put the kitchen knife to his neck.

"Get away!"

Mo Sen shouted hoarsely, "If you dare to come here, I will kill this guy!"

The hostages were being coerced, which made the two policemen hesitate. Mo Sen took the opportunity to grab Tian Gang and move him back, staggering to the side of the road.

There was a "pat-ta-ta-ta" sound, and Mo Sen stepped on the road with his bare feet. The leg that was hugged just now was twisted out of shape, so that his walking posture was abnormally deformed, as horrifying as a living corpse.

"Wait!" "Stop!"

The police who were following closely all the way once again spoke out in shock.

"Leave far away!!!"

Mo Sen roared loudly, "If you come into my sight, I will kill him immediately!"

While he was threatening, he had already approached the private car parked on the roadside, pulled open the back door of the car with a click and pushed Tian Gang, who was in pain all over his body, in, and then opened the driver's seat door.

Inside, there was a man dressed as an office worker. He was holding a cigarette in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. Before the accident, he was enjoying the few hours of alone time that men in society had when they started a family and started a career.

"Get away!!!"

The car door that had been forgotten to be locked was suddenly opened, and a strange thin man with a hideous face stood in front of him, holding a knife and shouting. The office worker looked on dumbfounded, his mind completely unable to turn around, and he had no idea what the situation was at the moment.

"Get out!!!" Seeing that he was stunned and unresponsive, Mo Sen shouted crazily again.

"Huh? Oh, okay..."

The office worker responded blankly, but Mo Sen had lost his patience and rushed forward. "Puff! Puff! Puff!" He stabbed the knife several times, and the interval between the sound of stabbing into the flesh and the sound of blood spurting was extremely short.

He stabbed him about three or four times, then reached in with his free hand and randomly pulled out a ball of limp corpses. He threw away the office worker whose chest and abdomen were soaked in blood, got into the driver's seat, and pulled up the driver's seat. car door.

Police sirens wailed from behind, and flashing police lights could be seen through the rear window. Mawson fiddled a few times and started the car. The car fell backwards, knocking the policeman who raised his hands and shouted "Stop!" to the ground.

The police siren blared two or three times a second. The injured police officer fell to the ground and covered his knees. The vehicle stumbled away under the control of Mawson, bumping over the corpse of an office worker on the way. Two times.

"haha a……"

As the car drove onto the road, Mo Sen grabbed the steering wheel. Tian Gang, who was slumped in the back seat, struggled weakly, moaning in pain mixed with intermittent breathing.

The sharp siren was like a skynet, approaching more and more. Tian Gang, with a streak of blood on his face, struggled to get up from the car seat.

He was breathing heavily, and at this moment, a piece of soft pure music was inserted unknowingly, making the harshness of the police car's siren a little less harsh.

It was dark inside the car, and Tian Gang looked at the back of the driver, Simonson, and there was something strangely soothing and warm about the scene.

"Mo Sen..." he urged in a hoarse voice, "stop."

"It's so noisy." Mo Sen, who was holding the steering wheel with both hands, responded hoarsely.

"Mo Sen..." Tian Gang insisted, his voice weak because of the injury, but also peaceful and gentle because of this weakness.

"You, you would never do such a thing before. Why have you become such a person now..."

Tian Gang gasped, "You used to comfort me when I lost to you in games...replace fighting games...with cooperative games..."

The camera shows the profile of Mohsen driving.

"You are obviously... a very good person..."

"I told you that you are so annoying!!!"

Moson screamed hysterically, grabbed the kitchen knife, turned around, and stabbed Tian Gang's leg wildly. He stabbed Tian Gang two or three times in quick succession while the latter screamed in agony, and then turned around to look at the road again.

The bright car lights illuminated a graceful figure with curly hair spread down her back and a long purple woolen jumpsuit.

Mo Sen's eyes trembled, his body slammed on the brakes before he realized it, and he turned the steering wheel wildly. The private car's tires scraped against the road, emitting a sharp "chi--" sound, and passed by a woman who was screaming in panic and holding her head in her hands. The entire car lost control completely, crashed into the roadside fence, rolled over and fell.

The sudden change left Colton and others in a daze, confused and clueless.

What on earth is this...?

With a "boom", the car did not explode, but the broken window glass was scattered everywhere.

Several police cars following closely stopped nearby, forming a vague arc.

The private car that was semi-surrounded was in dilapidated condition after overturning. The front window was shattered, the front of the car was cracked and deformed by the impact, and smoke was rising.

Tian Gang's miserable screams of pain kept ringing out.

Buzz————————

The tinnitus-like movement occurred again.

Moson, who was sitting in the driver's seat, slowly turned his head. The side of his face was cut from the corner of his forehead by flying glass shards, and he was bleeding downwards. However, his expression was unprecedentedly confused, confused and... gentle.

Tian Gang, who inhaled in pain, met Mo Sen's eyes.

"...Tian Gang?"

Mohsen, whose face was covered with blood and sweat, shouted softly, his voice like soft and delicate caramel, and like the tiniest bits of fluff in the feathers, floating softly in the dilapidated car interior.

Buzz————————

The high-pitched buzzing was still ringing, and Mo Sen blinked his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up in excitement, and his expression was filled with innocent and pure joy.

"Tian Gang." He called again and said with a slight smile, "Ha, you're here."

"…………Why?"

Tian Gang, who was holding his injured arm with one hand, looked at Mo Sen blankly.

"Ah, that's right." Mo Sen's face with a deep frown showed a childlike innocence that was extremely inconsistent with it, "I have to return the game disk I asked you to borrow..."

As he spoke, he turned around and rummaged around in the ruined front seat of the car, muttering in confusion as he searched:

"...Huh? Where is the game disk? Where did I put it...?"

Mo Sen tilted his head in confusion, raised his voice and said, "Grandma - where is my CD - and two glasses of Coke -!"

Tian Gang was stunned and looked at him, until the sound of rapid footsteps came one after another. Two police officers wearing police hats rushed over and opened the driver's door with a few glass windows, dragging Moson away one from the left and the other from the right. go out. During the process, Mawson lost his balance and fell backwards, so they quickly grabbed a handful.

Tian Gang watched the police carrying Mo Sen away, and soon a third policeman opened the back door and helped him out.

Mo Sen was held hostage and limped toward the police car. He saw that purple again, bright, beautiful, vivid, and impressive.

The woman in the long woolen skirt stood beside the policeman who was comforting her, and she met the man with bloodstained hair in horror as she looked at her in shock.

Mawson suddenly smiled brightly.

"elder sister--!"

He shouted sweetly with a slightly torn hoarse voice, "Thank you——!"

This smile was so sincere and clean, overflowing with sincere gratitude, like a beating candlelight, the maximum amount of heat that a young boy could exude.

The woman who didn't know what was going on was so frightened by this strong sense of disobedience that she felt like madness, she shrank back and became speechless in panic.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The policeman yelled, half-supporting and half-controlling Mawson to the police car.

"That... that!"

Tian Gang stepped on the ground tremblingly and screamed out of nowhere.

Mawson and the policeman beside him turned around.

Tian Gang looked down and trembled immediately.

That leg, Mawson's calf, had lost most of its skin and flesh, leaving only a bare, bloody bone with a few strands of flesh sticking to it, standing between the ankle and knee, which was shocking.

Tian Gang's mind was stagnant and he looked up blankly. He saw Mo Sen, who was shaking slightly due to his unsteady standing, looking at him with a squinted smile. The knot that was once deeply frowning was completely gone, and the blood on his brows and corners of his eyes were particularly noticeable. Soft, clear and pure, just like before.

"Ha, Tian Gang."

Mo Sen smiled happily and said, "You are welcome to come to my house to play at any time!"

Before he finished speaking, a tear fell from his smiling eyes without any warning. It was blocked by the semi-dried blood, and slowly and not smoothly crossed the thin and sunken cheek.

Another drop, and another drop.

Tian Gang opened his mouth and breathed heavily.

He looked at those gentle, tearful smiling eyes, and under the uncontrollable fear, he reluctantly, with lingering fear, forced out a smile:

"Okay...okay."

After receiving the answer, Mo Sen smiled even more happily, like a child who had successfully pulled the hook. He was not aware of the tears at all. With a silly smile on his face, he was forcibly dragged away by two policemen and left Tian Gang's sight.

"………………"

Tian Gang was being supported with a dull expression. Not far away, Qiu Xue, who had roughly taken care of his appearance, hurried over wrapped in a coat and took his boyfriend from the police.

"Sir, don't be too scared. He may have damaged his brain in the car accident just now..."

"Are you okay? The ambulance is on the way."

The police officer and Qiu Xue spoke in low voices one after another.

"Hmm..." Tian Gang subconsciously uttered meaningless syllables and murmured.

He was supported by Qiu Xue and sat on the side of the road temporarily, waiting for the ambulance to arrive. His head rested on his girlfriend's shoulder, reflecting his devastated eyes slowly closing in exhaustion.

At the same time, Mawson, who was handcuffed, slowly closed his eyes with a smile on his face in the back seat of the police car.

The picture transitions softly, from the late night on the roadside where the fear is still lingering to the campus with bright and clean windows.

"Well, can I just call you Tian Gang...?" The sweet voice floated softly.

The sound of clean piano sounded, and the words were lyrical. Empty scenes such as slide transitions, corridors, classrooms, tables and chairs, and the corner of the blackboard.

"Well, okay. I also...just call you Mo Sen?"

Staircases, basketball hoops, guard rooms, candied haws at the door stalls.

"Hmm!...Um, have you talked to other classmates?"

A green and gloomy path after school.

"Not yet. Mo Sen, you are still the first, haha."

A crossroads where people come and go.

"That's it...hehe."

A woman with heavy makeup stood far away among the crowd who screamed or showed disgust.

"Um."

The bright purple tight-fitting vest showed a hint of snow-white, and the skirt of the miniskirt swayed slightly.

"It's nice to meet you..."

His school pants and underwear fell to his ankles, and the young man whose face could not be seen clearly collapsed backward.

"Me, me too."

The old coat that covered the boy's lower body had a ring of fine velvet on the hood that had turned yellow. I don't know if it was stained like this by the smoke or if it was really old.

"By the way, do you like playing "Special Forces Soldiers"?"

Underneath the kitsch makeup, there are eyebrows and eyes of pity and concern; the soft and faded face and the brightly colored cartoon-painted manhole cover in the middle of the road.

"You mean, that mini-battle game? The one where you put the disc in and play it with a controller on the TV?"

The benches on the street, the big tree with swaying branches next to the benches, the wet dew on the benches and a small bouquet of wild flowers.

"Yeah, that's it!"

The bamboo door curtain was blown by the breeze; the entrance was a little messy, and two pairs of sneakers with mud on the uppers.

"So... do you want to come to my house and play games together?"

The sliding window opened to one side, the warm sunshine, and the wash basin with some signs of age but clean and tidy.

"Eh? Is that okay?"

There is a sewing kit on the windowsill, a small table that folds against the wall, and striped and floral cushions.

call--

An old-fashioned oscillating electric fan blew slowly, a pair of backpacks lazily leaned against each other, and two figures wearing school uniform shirts sat cross-legged in front of a small TV. One was too thin, and the other had even the back of his head. She is cute and round, staring at the TV screen attentively, shaking her arms occasionally, and pressing her hands regularly.

The faintly reverberant green voice disappeared, replaced by the unconscious humming of the young man in the picture.

"Ahh..."

"Ah, I'm going to be caught up! Oops...!"

"Oh oh oh, it's over my shoulder, do it again, oh——!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha..."

Relaxed and happy laughter overlapped, and the slender one of the two figures reached out and touched the paper cup next to the cushion, turning his head to reveal a side face that was a little fair.

"Grandma! Pour me two cups of Coke—!"

The picture gradually darkens.

Amidst the gentle and gentle sound of the piano, the credits slowly rise.

Qin Jue

He Chang

Wang Ming

Li Hongchuan

Gao Mulong

Zhen Chuchu

"Daytime Rain"

4200+

Late, but a happy ending.