let go of my anne

It was raining.

Heath Ledger lay motionless on the muddy ground like a dead dog, his body no longer twitched, but he didn't have the strength to pick up the dagger in front of him again, he didn't even want to stand up again, just I want to just sleep like this until I die.

In the empty rainy night, the men's rough panting and piercing lewd laughter, accompanied by the thin girl's almost inaudible moans, shot through every corner of Heath Ledger's body like sharp arrows.He wanted to block his ears, he didn't want to hear it, but he couldn't raise his hands, so those hellish sounds kept amplifying, amplifying, amplifying in his mind...

It was as if someone was pressing his head and limbs, watching those wolf-like men ravage his sister's emaciated body like sapphire, and she seemed to be still shouting: "Brother..."

"elder brother……"

"elder brother……"

"Ah...cough cough cough..." Heath Ledger roared so loudly that his voice was already hoarse, he stared blankly at the dark night, and muttered to himself, "I am indeed an ominous person... Huh ha ha ha ha ha ..."

Heath Ledger began to laugh sullenly, and buried his whole face in the mud. The suppressed laughter was like a lonely ghost crying alone on a rainy night.

"pat-"

"pat-"

There were low footsteps coming from not far away.

Heath Ledger suddenly raised his head, and looked into the distance like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

A man, holding a black umbrella, was walking towards him slowly.

"Help...help me...help me..." Heath Ledger's completely hoarse throat squeezed out a raving cry for help.

The man holding the umbrella didn't seem to have heard his cries for help, and he still walked at a leisurely pace, and he walked in front of him after 10 minutes.

"It's you..." Heath Ledger recognized that face, that hateful guy who can only talk big things, "please..."

Chen Senran didn't speak, just squatted down, looked at Heath Ledger's muddy and greasy face, and then shook his head.

"Why don't you help me?" Heath Ledger wanted to yell, but his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make any loud noise.

"Why should I help you?" Chen Senran looked down at Heath Ledger in a condescending manner, as if looking at a bereaved dog, "Why don't you help yourself, you have that ability, Heath Ledger ,What are you afraid of in the end?"

Why should I help you?

Why should I help you?

Why don't you help yourself?

Why?Heath Ledger, why what?

Heath Ledger, what are you afraid of?What are you, afraid of, what, what, ah?

It rained harder.The cruel story in the tent was still not over, and the beasts seemed to be more interested and roared more excitedly.

Chen Senran held the umbrella and looked at the rain in the dark night as if he didn't hear it. He pulled out the dagger stuck in the mud and played with it boringly.

"Do you feel sad?" Chen Senran glanced at Heath Ledger who had been staring at the tent blankly for a long time.

"Hey..." Heath Ledger let out a nervous smile.

sad?So sad, really sad.Sister, sister, my sister...

"Want to kill someone?"

"Hey..." The dead dog-like man still laughed nervously.

Want to kill?Think, think, think, think.

"Then go." Chen Senran handed the old dagger covered in mud to Heath Ledger.

This time, the man didn't laugh anymore. He struggled to get up, and then fell into the mud. He continued to get up, fell down, and got up again.He took the dagger in Chen Senran's hand, and walked into the tent while smiling nervously.

Heath Ledger, kill it.

"Kill." These were the last words the man said when he entered the tent.It was also Heath Ledger's last words in this world.

Chen Senran brushed off the dirt splashed on his black gown, and continued to look at the boundless rainy night while holding a black umbrella.

The dying sounds of men and girls began to be heard from inside the tent.And then, nothing.

Chen Senran waited outside for a long time, and he never had the idea of ​​going in to take a look. It was the salvation of that poor man named Heath Ledger, not his.

So on that rainy night, in that hellish tent, no one except Heath Ledger knew what happened inside, and no one knew exactly how many demons were inside.

"Plop—" A person jumped out of the tent and fell into the mud full of rain.

Chen Senran stood up and looked at the person who came out.

The man raised his head, revealing his face. It was a ferocious face covered with mud, oil paint, and countless blood, just like a legendary demon, and that old card, The Hanged Man, was covered with blood at this moment. blood, inserted in the devil's coat pocket in a reversed form.

"Heath Ledger..."

"Hush..." The devilish man put his trembling fingers near his mouth and said softly, "Don't make noise, my Jessica is asleep." He put the old dagger covered in blood on his horrified face, and rubbed it gently.

"Heath Ledger..." Chen Senran frowned, this guy...seemed to be crazy.

"I told you not to make noise." The once docile man looked at Chen Senran with unprecedented cold eyes, "Also, my name is not Heath Ledger, from now on, my name is--Shaco, the devil Saco Co. Remember, otherwise, I will kill you."

The extremely cold and frenzied killing intent came from the man in front of him like a poisonous snake.Chen Senran frowned even tighter.

The man who called himself Devil Sacco nervously held the old dagger in his hands, and sat on the ground as if he was holding a baby. He let the heavy rain fall all over his body, and he sang a lullaby as if he was coaxing a baby.

"Sleep—sleep—my dear Jessica—no one will bother you any more."

Chen Senran sighed and didn't say anything more, and started to walk back holding the black umbrella.

"You, wait." The nervous man suddenly stopped Chen Senran.

Chen Senran turned his head in doubt, and all the spiritual power in his body poured into the power of the three phases. If this lunatic wants to kill himself, then he guarantees that he can burn him to a pile of ashes in the first place.

"You seem to be good at killing?"

"Yes." Chen Senran had a vague idea of ​​the madman's intentions.

"Didn't you tell me to help myself? Now I want to help myself, I want to kill a lot of people, kill—" the demon Sacco gritted his teeth and said the last word, with eyes in his eyes Nothing but madness, "teach me to kill."

Chen Senran walked back again, squatted down, he suddenly wanted to smoke.In fact, he was the one who forced this guy to be like this, but...he wanted to pat the poor man beside him on the shoulder, but finally put down his hand, and just said:

"Cry when you are sad. Killing people will only bleed, not tears."

"Are you sad...hehehe..." Demon Sacco pulled out an extremely exaggerated smile, he kept laughing, kept laughing, and finally laughed until tears came out, "Yeah, I'm really sad, Because I haven’t eaten delicious candy for a long time.”

He raised his head and looked at the dark sky, the rain fell on his face, mixed with tears and the water was not clear.

The sweetest taste in my memory is the candy made by my mother that I shared with my sister when I was eight years old.

"It's so sweet. Jessica." He smacked his lips and smiled at the blood-stained dagger.

It rained continuously at night.

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Second more.

I don't know how to describe it, but I feel that I wrote a lot of cruelty and a lot of beauty.

I didn't fully express my thoughts.I have exhausted my pen.

that's all.I hope those who like it will like it, and those who don't like it will skip it.

Give to God what is God's, and to Caesar what is Caesar's.

Good night.everyone.