Henano × Jiang Fei (parallel time and space if line)
When I was nineteen years old, I went to Italy to study. I met a fragile and beautiful young man in college. I was impressed by his temperament and rescued him from the gangsters.
Later we became friends and talked about everything. At the same time, I started to have a crush on a foreign classmate, and at this time, the boy asked me out.
I was deceived by his harmless appearance and drank the wine he handed me. When I sobered up the next day, I found myself on an isolated island. There were piles of bones on the beach under the blue sky, and the flesh and blood watered the large hibiscus flowers in the flower field.
On the throne, the blond boy who had just killed someone was playing with a pistol. He held his chin and smiled at me, like a beautiful and sinful red poppy.
I recognized the man who was killed as a rich second-generation man who had molested me in college last week.
"You are mine." He said to me with great joy, the golden muzzle still soaked with the man's wet blood.
Then he came down and kissed me on the lips as I watched in horror.
I used my phone, which was almost running out of battery, to edit two words: Help.
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Jiang Fei's Diary 01:
The black-haired one is the catcher.
The blond one is the prey.
Dear Mr. Jiang, please trust me. Your death is the burning obsession in my heart. I will risk everything for you.
At dawn on the 35th day, I will personally send this evil spirit named Heno to hell.
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On the 38th, a fragment of a scroll was left in the burned-down Molan City:
Border:
If I have a next life, I might want to be a good person, be able to fall in love with the girl I like correctly, and really be a graduate student at the University of Pennsylvania, not the evil demon in hell, the Satan who takes people's lives.
I've been in the abyss of hopelessness for too long.
Ah Fei.
But I love you.
BE/Short story
Intention: Evil cannot defeat good
