dmims Chapter 674 Zhou Jie, do you regret it?
Chapter 674 Zhou Jie, do you regret it?
Gu Chaoxi felt that he was not feeling well at all, and there seemed to be tinnitus around him.
She lay on the ground in a daze for a long time. When she raised her hand, she saw blood on the palm of her hand.
Almost instantly, she got up from the ground.
"Shen Liao!"
The person lying next to him had a knife stuck in his heart.
At this moment, he was coughing up blood.
"Shen Liao!" She went over to help the man up, but the bleeding would not stop. His entire chest felt like a balloon without air, deflation inch by inch.
The person she helped up looked up at her with a smile on his face.
"When I die, just cremate me. I don't want anything to be left here."
This place brought her nothing but sadness.
After coughing up a few more mouthfuls of blood, the smile on Shen Liao's lips widened. He raised his hand to cover his chest, then lowered his eyes to look at it, seeming to be very satisfied with his masterpiece.
The surroundings are already in chaos. Someone committed suicide in an art gallery. It's really chaotic.
Gu Chaoxi just supported her. He didn't know what to say at this moment. He could only agree with her: "Okay, I'll cremate you and scatter your ashes. I promise that you won't leave anything here."
She smiled and raised her hand to look at the nearest wall: "You know, my previous dream was to have a piece of my work in this art gallery, but I can't do it."
Gu Chaoxi looked up at the painting on the wall.
Shen Liao's voice was heard again: "That was painted by my father."
Her father could be considered a good man, but he did not bring much happiness to Shen Liao's childhood.
As the hand of the person in his arms slowly dropped, Gu Chaoxi knew that Shen Liao was dead.
She raised her head and re-examined the painting on the wall. It was indeed a painting by Shen Liao's father that Gu Chaoxi had never seen before.
In the end, Shen Liao died in front of his father's painting.
Although it didn't seem to be quite the same as the story he found out, in the end, Shen Liao still died in front of his father's painting.
Some staff from the art museum came over, and Gu Chaoxi slowly let Shen Liao go.
She got up from the ground in a panic and looked at the blood on her body. For the first time, she felt disgusted by blood.
The physiological nausea made her stop thinking, and she just couldn't help but dry heave again and again.
Someone asked her if she was okay?
She just bent over, waved her hands, and staggered downstairs step by step, holding on to the railing.
It was not until I came out of the art gallery that I seemed to breathe in fresh air, and my originally turbid brain became clear at this moment.
Looking up, the sign of the art gallery is right above my head.
It seems to be telling something, yet it seems to be telling nothing.
Gu Chaoxi lowered his eyes and walked towards the coffee shop opposite.
The panel that popped up at that time indicated the remaining number of people. Now there are only her, Pei Yan, and Zhang Qingya.
Gu Chaoxi knew that Zhang Qingya would not live to see this day.
At that time, if Shen Nianbai had not helped Zhang Qingya, the entire army would have been wiped out that night.
She took a deep breath and walked towards the cafe.
The wind chimes at the door rang because of her entry. She looked up and saw Pei Yan standing there. The sunlight coming in from the glass window seemed to cover him.
My steps suddenly stopped, as if I couldn't move forward.
Pei Yan looked at her, as if he knew what she was waiting for. Under her gaze, he walked towards her step by step.
He raised his hand and gently held the person in his arms.
"Morning and evening."
At this moment, there were only two of them left among the people who had traveled with them.
Gu Chaoxi buried his head in Pei Yan's arms, thinking of what Bai Zhou had said before.
She knew that the separation between her and Pei Yan was probably not far away.
Rather than parting in death, she would rather be separated in life. At least she knew that the other person was still alive and there were endless possibilities.
After a moment, she raised her head from Pei Yan's arms.
"Ayan, take Qingya to see Du Yuzhao. I want her to change her clothes."
"Okay." Pei Yan looked into her eyes.
He knew clearly that the girl in front of him was trying to get him away, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't refuse her request.
The bloodstains on her body seemed impossible to wipe off. She rubbed them several times, but only made the bloodstains spread on her clothes.
It looks dirty.
Pei Yan and Zhang Qingya have already gone out.
Gu Chaoxi turned his head to look at the person who was standing in a daze behind the bar. The person's eyes were looking at the art gallery opposite, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Zhou Jie saw Shen Liao's body being carried out by the art museum staff just now.
Even though the corpse was covered with a large white cloth, he recognized it as Shen Liao.
For a moment, Zhou Jie's mood was very similar to the cup that Pei Yan had just broken.
It can break into pieces and even scratch people.
He looked down at his bleeding fingers and rinsed them under the tap.
The blood mixed into the water and was gradually diluted. In the end, nothing could be seen and the finger had returned to normal.
Shen Liao was dead. This news seemed to make Zhou Jie very happy, but the unreasonable hatred in his heart made him unable to extricate himself.
People around him died one after another, either killed by him or committing suicide.
In the end, he was left alone.
Gu Chaoxi looked at him for a long time, until his gaze returned to her, then she slowly spoke.
"Zhou Jie, do you regret it?"
This is actually the question that Shen Liao wanted to ask but never asked, right?
Regret?
He clearly once had a very happy family, and his future could clearly be full of joy.
But after thinking about it, Gu Chaoxi felt that he shouldn't ask this question on behalf of Shen Liao.
Just as Shen Liao thought, this place had never treated her well, so how could it have ever treated anyone well?
Everyone lives like a puppet.
Each person's death did not bring any change to this small town.
So useless and so sad.
You feel so helpless that you don't even know what to do to alleviate the situation.
Or in other words, it's of no use.
She lowered her eyes, no longer expecting Zhou Jie's answer, and walked towards the door leading to the hotel.
The moment the door opened, accompanied by the sound of wind chimes, Gu Chaoxi heard Zhou Jie's answer.
The voice passed through many obstacles and finally landed in her ears.
"I regret."
Zhou Jie actually regretted it from a very early time, but the universe could not hear his echo, and his regret was hidden in his own jealousy, and no one knew it.
Gu Chaoxi paused for a moment, choked up, and walked into the hotel.
As the door slowly closed, the wind chimes rang twice again.
Zhou Jie turned around and looked, but no one could answer his voice.