Bloody Sunset

1. The blood-red carpet stretches so long, the dazzling red color, like too much blood flowing, is still extending there... It's not a carpet... It's blood... It's the bright red blood flowing from people's bodies, a lot of blood... I knelt down on the thick red liquid, smiling foolishly... What a spectacular sight? The corpses piled up like a hill... The red color that excites me is still flowing on the corpses... What day is today? You do not know? Hahahaha... It is my birthday, and it is also the future anniversary of the death of these people in front of me... Hahahaha... I'm waiting to see the sunset. Will the sunset-like red intersect with this red carpet? Will it? … Probably so? I stumbled up and walked along the red carpet... Where will it go? I don't know... Just go wherever you can... Hahahaha... "Ahem, the sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk..." A sighing voice sounded faintly behind me. "Who?" I staggered to a halt, my tone in disbelief. Is there anyone else? Aren't they all dead? It turns out... There is someone else? My hand holding the knife trembled with excitement, and the red liquid eroded the lubricated surface of the knife... The blade was hot, and there were some soft parts, and the blade was a little dull after being swallowed by the blood... It was like those stupid humans who had me insert the knife into their bodies, and they didn't believe that I would do this... I am not a human... I am the son of the devil... I am a murderous devil... Haha, I am good at everything, I am not a human... "Ahem..." The voice was still sighing... Sigh? Why? For me? Or for him? Sighing that he too will die by my sword? "Who?" I turned around and walked slowly along the red carpet I had laid out, looking for... I was like a hunter waiting to catch his prey. I was waiting for the opportunity. I was the hound, ready to pounce and bite my prey at any time... "Why don't you give up? Why are you so stubborn?" The voice still sighed. I hate his sighing like this... Give up? Why give up? Clumsy? What is clumsy? "Come out, come out." I don't want to listen to any big ideas, I just do what I should do, what I do instead... "Ahem..." After a sigh, there was silence... "Hahahahaha..." It turns out that I won. I am the one who always wins... ******************************************************************************* "Ah -" I screamed and sat up from the bed. Do you have this dream again? Oh my god... I was breathing heavily and covering my sweaty face with my hands. Why is it like this every year? Do you have this dream every year on the eve of your birthday? "Deep ring ring..." The phone rang suddenly, startling me again. "Hello?" He grabbed the phone on the bedside, calmed his mind, and then said in a very formulaic manner. "Xiao Fei, the director wants to read the script today. I'll pick you up in a moment. Please hurry up and clean up." Fang Zijian's brisk voice came over, making me feel relieved and a little grateful. "What time is it? So early?" I complained and grabbed the alarm clock on the bedside. When I looked at the time... Oh my god, it's a quarter past nine, so late? Fortunately, I don't have to go to work today... = =! "What time? My God, my Young Master Xu, it's already a quarter past nine, is it still early?" Fang Zijian shouted exaggeratedly, making my face covered with black lines, and all the gratitude I felt for him just now was thrown out of my mind. "I got it, hang up." I hung up the phone, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed. That damn Fang Zijian didn't care about his mood. Today is my birthday after all, asshole. I rushed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a shower... At half past nine, the doorbell of my house rang appropriately, and I put on my suit. As soon as the door opened, Fang Zijian's tall and handsome figure appeared outside... "Wow! Xiaofei, you are so cute..." Fang Zijian drooled exaggeratedly and said to me with a wink. "Go to hell, you..." I was prepared and hit him with the big plastic hammer I bought earlier. Huh, do you think he still dares to bully me? "Ouch... Help, murder..." Fang Zijian continued to run downstairs in an exaggerated manner. I put down the plastic hammer in my hand, picked up the script I had put together by the door, closed the door, and chased downstairs...