Take the glass with red wine, stand up from the sofa, laugh and walk to the bathroom, open the toilet cover, pour the red wine into the toilet.

Lin Zhiyu suddenly laughs. His smile is clearly the joy and madness after his success. "It's like blood It's beautiful. "

Lin Zhiyu murmurs to himself with a glass of wine: "the red blood There are so many streams, ha ha Qu Jinxin, you won't know how the child died. "

Lin Zhiyu presses the flush key and watches the red color disappear gradually: "no The children are gone, gone... "

Lin Zhiyu came out of the bathroom, looked at the red...