Eye of the Eternal Night

A dark and windy night of killing. Zhang Lin stepped on the brakes and held the steering wheel tightly. The young master of the mountain house had a strange habit of riding a mountain bike for exercise every night at ten o 'clock. Zhang Lin's task is to create a car accident. It was the car that caused the accident, not the driver. So even if caught, it's only a traffic accident crime. Besides, according to the plan, he was not going to run away. Not leaving any doubt about the plan that would give the impression that it was a premeditated murder. Everything is normal. The plan was also flawless. Zhang Lin had a meal and a drink with his friends first and then drove back to his home halfway up the mountain. The home was also set up half a year ago. It's quite normal for a man who came home drunk to run into a young master who was out exercising. After waiting for five minutes, Zhang Lin started his car and drove up the mountain. Not a minute off, even the time it would take him to drive home. So Zhang Linzhao planned to run into the young master on the mountain bike and watch the mountain bike fly twenty meters away with the young master. He got out of the vehicle to confirm the young master's death and reported the case in a very frightened and flustered voice. According to the original plan, there were two options: compensation and imprisonment. If the owner of the mansion on the mountain top did not want hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation, the court would sentence Zhang to three to five years in prison. When taking on the task, Zhang Lin thought carefully that it would not be a loss to repay a favor in three to five years. What he didn't expect was that his brother, who owed him a favor, didn't want him to repay it anymore and wanted his life. Zhang Lin died in a g**g fight in prison. He wouldn't be the one who died in a group fight, but another brother standing behind him gently gave him a knife and a word: "Brother, let you rest in peace." The prison guards arrived as late as they would in a gangster film. Zhang Lin, twitching his body, looked into the small patch of sky through the window and sneered, "It's too bad to die for a ridiculous sense of righteousness. Maybe it was destined when I shook my head and said I didn't want money." His brother didn't believe that he didn't ask for a penny, just to repay a favor. He walked along the Yellow Springs Road curiously, thinking it was no different from walking on the street, except that the green belt had turned into a sea of blood-red flowers. Zhang Lin asked several expressionless wandering souls, but none responded to him. This is the difference between the human world and the ghost prison, where there are always kind-hearted people answering his questions in detail. Zhang Lin was curious about this bright flower and suddenly thought, could this be the legendary flower of the other shore? Remembering that one of the girlfriends he once wanted to propose to was more obsessed with the red spider lily than the red rose, Zhang Lin admired it in silence for a while, reached out and picked one, and carefully pinned it to his coat. At this moment, he felt very much like the groom. Then he was surprised to see some soul's face twitching. Before he could reach Meng Po to take a bowl of soup, he was kicked into the Wuding River by the orderly and civilized ghost messenger and the highly skilled Soul, seemingly unintentionally but deliberately. Zhang Lin wanted to curse, but when he thought about it, he realized that it was too boring to argue when the man was dead, so he relaxed himself and sank to the bottom of the river. In the mountains on the western border of An Guo, it was autumn, and life suddenly appeared in the eyes of the six-year-old boy who was staring blankly into the valley. Like the colorful lakes not far beneath his feet, they shine in the sunlight. Zhang Lin sighed, not even in the mood to pretend to be an i***t. He heard the guard beside him say, "It doesn't matter if you are a fool. It would be a pity if you don't send this little appearance to the Peony Garden." Peony Garden, what else can be done with this appearance? So Zhang Lin plopped his bottom and stood up, looking at the guard with the innocent smile of a six-year-old: "Where is this?" He certainly knew where it was, watching a bunch of little kids practice boxing and kicking, the scene of a certain g**g training loyal puppies from a young age in the movie was right before his eyes. He doesn't want to be a hitman again. His previous life was too exhausting. Compared to being a hitman, being a waiter in a brothel seems better to be a hitman. So Zhang Lin came to his senses. The pale little hand held the gleaming knife, and he waved it, but the parts of his body did not meet that requirement. But he was satisfied that he had regained a bit of the feeling from his previous life. Three months, Zhang Lin fought with other kids in an open space. Three months later, he pinned the number 100 on his clothes. Walk into the wooden building numbered ten with a hundred children. Start killing each other. The moment he entered the building, Zhang Lin mournfully recalled the scenes of brawls in prison in his previous life. He smiled again. In this life, there was no brother around him who could stab him in the back.