Three years ago, on a rainy night before a typhoon came, teenagers murdered their father and buried his body.
Three years later, on the eve of another typhoon, corpses were floated up from the sea, and the buried sins also surfaced. Murder cases occurred repeatedly in the seaside town. Who should pay for the mistakes of a group of people.
A son kills his father, a father kills his mother, what kind of ethical tragedy is hidden on the shore of the tide.
Zhou Hui's knife had already penetrated Zhou's father's chest.
Fang Zhaoying had never seen him like this before. His blood-colored pupils were as ferocious as wild beasts, the short knife turned into sharp claws, and the hand holding his throat turned into fangs. He pressed on his father's body, and his anger overwhelmed everything.
Fang Zhaoying was familiar with him, his shyness, his few words, his kindness, and his reserve were all buried on that rainy day.
He raised his head, his handsome face was covered with blood, his eyes were still so fierce, and his hair was wet, like a wild beast lost in the rain forest. He was holding a knife in his hand, as if he was about to kill the other person in front of him in the next second.
But Fang Zhaoying can see
He was shaking, his whole body was shaking.
He put on a fierce posture to hide his fear, but his eyes were actually full of helplessness.
Help me...
Who calls out from the pool of blood.
What should I do? Who will save me?
He couldn't avoid Zhou Hui's eyes.
Fang Zhaoying walked over with a blank expression, and Zhou Hui carefully took a few steps back.
Fang Zhaoying stared into Zhou Hui's eyes and rolled down his knife.
Stop and squat.
Under Zhou Hui's stunned eyes.
He stabbed Zhou's father's body three times.
The wind and rain pouring outside the house are like ferocious monsters.
The window that wasn't closed tightly was broken and the glass was filled with dust.
The sea roared that day.
Covering up one's anger.
Cover up people's uneasiness.
A small boat quietly leaves the shore.
The fate of the two people is entangled in the turbulent sea.
Running towards the endless surge.
Concept: The withering of young people like flowers
