klisemfg Chapter 162 The Scorching Sun (The End)
Chapter 162 The Scorching Sun (The End)
Everyone present was stunned by the sight before them.
The boy's face was shrouded in darkness, but the sunlight streaming in from the doorway shone on him, creating a clear line of light and shadow on his body.
Half of it falls into the light, and half of it sinks into the darkness.
The boy seemed to have been disturbed by some sacred ritual; a sharp line appeared on his neck, and his beautiful face was slowly revealed to everyone.
The pale background was stained with black and red, and those brown eyes, which should have been warm and gentle, were filled with desolation and death.
Upon seeing the group of people in police uniforms, the murderous intent that had not yet dissipated in his eyes solidified again, and his expression became somewhat displeased.
Then, her taut lips slowly relaxed, revealing a smile that could be described as delightful.
The boy's voice was clear and melodious, yet it carried a hint of deepness and allure.
"Are you all here to be buried with me?"
Then she slowly turned her body around, her movements unhurried and graceful.
The blood spreading all around seemed to favor the boy, leaving him untouched by any stain.
He was like the king of this space, ruling over everything.
Gu Yao looked at the group of people in front of him and tilted his head.
The boy was surrounded by seven people whose fates were unknown, but he showed no sign of panic.
However, the police officer in charge was on high alert, and a group of armed police officers took a step back in unison.
They didn't know what was happening here, nor why the boy had killed these people.
But they knew that the boy in front of them, who was supposed to be the one they were rescuing, was the one in the most danger.
I don't know what triggered it.
Moreover, the boy had a gun.
That's the most dangerous part.
Standing behind a group of people, Qi Xuan watched as Gu Yao faced the wrath of so many people alone, and saw the bloodstains on Gu Yao's face. He felt a pang of heartache.
He tried to get close to Gu Yao, but was stopped by two police officers.
"Mr. Qi, please calm down. The hostage's mental state is very unstable right now, and no one knows what he might do."
Qi Xuan ignored them, pushed aside the two police officers blocking his way, and walked up to the team leader.
"I am now requesting, as a family member of a hostage, that my family be brought back."
A lone teenager confronts a group of police officers; the atmosphere is silent yet heavy.
The boy showed no fear in the face of a group of police officers with guns; instead, his face showed a rare excitement.
Gu Yao smiled, ignoring the people in front of him who were ready to kill him at any moment.
The boy's fair hand hooked around the black gun and spun it around, then he raised the gun and silently confronted the group of people in front of him.
He turned the dark gun barrel towards this person, looked at it again as if dissatisfied, and then turned it towards another person.
It's like they're selecting lucky audience members.
The police officer in charge was also at a loss, seeing the boy's somewhat crazy behavior.
This was originally someone they were trying to rescue, but now they've become a dangerous individual.
He rubbed his temples and looked at the serious-looking young man in front of him. "Are you confident?"
Qi Xuan nodded without hesitation, "Yes."
Even if it means death, he wants to be with A-Yao.
He didn't know if he could control the boy in this out-of-control state.
But he knew this was his only chance.
The officer in charge nodded and had someone put a bulletproof vest on Qi Xuan.
Qi Xuan stepped out from the group of people and stood in front of the gun barrel that the boy was holding up.
Looking at the wary boy, who seemed to have been driven to the brink, his expression softened, showing no fear of the boy, only heartache for him.
His Ah Yao, such a gentle person, what happened to him?
They were forced into this situation.
Qi Xuan felt a stinging sensation in the tip of her nose.
But there's no time for him to be sad right now.
He and Gu Yao stared at each other silently through the dark, gaping mouth of the wooden gun.
Qi Xuan looked at Gu Yao and softly called the boy's name in a trembling voice.
“Ah Yao,…”
Upon hearing the familiar voice, the boy's usually quiet brown eyes finally lit up.
He looked up and saw Qi Xuan, then looked at the gun in his hand with a hint of unease on his face.
Seeing the troubled look on the boy's face, like a child who had done something wrong trying to figure out how to get away with it.
Qi Xuan felt somewhat helpless.
He tried to approach Gu Yao, but the wariness on the boy's face did not lessen as he watched Qi Xuan get closer.
That instinct to defend himself made him raise the muzzle of his gun even higher.
The guards behind Qi Xuan were startled and tensed up, their minds on edge.
They were afraid that Gu Yao might lose control and open fire.
Qi Xuan was slightly taken aback when she saw the boy raise his hand, but the gentle expression on her face remained unchanged.
He approached the boy step by step until the gun was pressed against his heart.
Those around them watched Qi Xuan's suicidal behavior with a sense of urgency.
However, even as the young man approached Gu Yao, his long, slender fingers did not pull the trigger.
The moment Qi Xuan embraced Gu Yao, his heart finally settled down.
When Qi Xuan hugged the boy, his expression was still blank.
He looked up and saw that, unlike the dark and dirty warehouse, it was bright daylight outside the door.
The young man, radiant with sunshine, treads through the dust and blood-soaked ground, and embraces his rose.
Gu Yao felt a warmth that seemed to have been long forgotten, and was momentarily dazed.
Qi Xuan pressed the boy against his shoulder, gently stroking the boy's soft hair with his hand, his voice tender.
"A-Yao, don't be afraid."
Upon hearing this, the boy seemed to have a switch flipped, and his vision blurred for a moment.
He felt as if he had returned to that afternoon, when someone had also embraced him when he was still a child.
I told him, "Don't be afraid."
He reached out and hugged Qi Xuan, the metal striking the concrete with a crisp sound.
A crisp sound rang in his ears, causing Lu Zhilin, who was lying on the ground, to slightly move his eyes.
Seeing that Qi Xuan had calmed Gu Yao down, the people who were standing by anxiously also breathed a sigh of relief.
They dared not approach, fearing that they might provoke Gu Yao.
Qi Xuan felt the boy's body trembling slightly, smiled helplessly, took the boy's hand that had just been holding the gun, and wanted to lead Gu Yao out of this dark and dirty place.
Seeing the boy's well-behaved appearance, Qi Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Leading the person, they slowly walked outside.
However, a rose that has lost its thorns has lost its means of protecting itself.
Watching the two leave hand in hand, Lu Zhilin, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the gun in his hand.
His face was filled with a maniacal smile as he pulled the trigger several times, but only one bullet was fired.
"Qi Xuan, go die with your little lover!"
The unexpected happened so suddenly that no one had time to react.
Gu Yao, who was half a step behind Qi Xuan, seemed to have expected this and pulled Qi Xuan closer to him.
At the same time, 0529 quickly activated the pain shield.
Everything before the young man's eyes was slowed down, and he saw the boy's eyes were clear and bright, and a pure smile bloomed on his face.
It was as if a great mission had been accomplished, and I felt a great sense of relief.
Before his mind could even process it, Qi Xuan's body instinctively reached out to catch the boy.
A vibrant yet decadent camellia bloomed on the boy's chest.
But if it blooms to the point of decay, it will be cut off.
Just like the boy at this moment, all his vitality seemed to have been drained by the flower on his chest.
The red camellias were gradually blooming, but the boy's life was coming to an end.
Qi Xuan reached out blankly, trying to stop the bleeding from the boy's chest, but to no avail.
Seeing the young man's flustered expression, Gu Yao smiled and wanted to raise his hand to wipe away Qi Xuan's tears.
However, it felt as if the brain had lost control of the body.
Even with Gu Yao's best efforts, he could only move his fingers slightly.
His gaze towards the young man was filled with a deep sense of reluctance and relief. His eyes were beginning to glaze over and lose focus, yet they remained stubbornly fixed on Qi Xuan's face.
The boy's voice was ethereal and weak, broken and intermittent.
"Don't worry, I believe we... will... meet again..."
The boy closed his eyes reluctantly and unwillingly.
The sky outside the door was torn open by the sunlight, pouring down rays of light.
It illuminated the dust particles floating in the air.
The sunshine eventually dispelled the gloom.
But the boy will never see it again.
Gu Yao had already left the body, but the young man's sobbing voice still echoed in his ears.
Watching the young man's tears fall on that vast expanse of red, it was like a stream flowing into a great river, leaving no trace.
This was the first time Gu Yao had ever felt such disgust for his own blood.
There was so much red that even the pure colorless color couldn't be seen at all.
0529 glanced at Gu Yao's solemn expression and asked weakly, "Host, shall we leave?"
Gu Yao withdrew his gaze, not looking back once more, and said softly, "Let's go."