Hong Lei seemed to go back to the day when he created the record of the military region's horizontal bars.

That was also the day that left the most memorable thing for him in this life, besides getting married and having children.

Hong Lei likes to surround the abdomen with a horizontal bar.

Only this subject can be used without competing for skills and talents, but only gritting your teeth, persevering, and enjoying the pain.

"One Thousand and One! One Thousand and Two! One Thousand and Three!"

The comrades gathered in a circle, counted for him, and cheered loudly.

Hong Lei circles and circles, circles and circles.

"Special Forces? Don't be stupid! Leizi, you are the best soldier I have ever led. You are diligent enough, willing to work hard, and honest. Even if you are difficult or complicated subjects, you can't learn them ten times, and you can't learn them ten times, and you can't learn them ten times. Even if you really can't learn them, it will make people unable to bear to scold you. Really, in peacetime, you are the best soldier. If you resist earthquake relief, you may still be a hero.

"But the special forces are different. This time, the Earth Army has established ten new special forces, and they all have to choose...the real soldiers are going to kill people.

"Do you know why you work so hard, but still can't practice many subjects well? Because you don't have murderous aura, you are not prepared for murder at all - it's not your fault, 99% of people don't have it. Even if you wear military uniforms and receive military training, they are still stronger ordinary people.

"Only 1% of people can break through the limits of their psychology and turn themselves into bloodthirsty monsters, cold machinery, and cruel demons. They can break a living similar neck without hesitation. Only such people are qualified to join the special forces!

"Stop practicing, Lei Zi, if you continue practicing, something will happen. Your problem is not technology, but psychology. This will never be changed in your life. Do you understand?"

Hong Lei doesn't understand.

He circles and turns, circles and turns.

"Your lumbar compression fracture almost hurts your nerves. Although you are barely recovering now, it is not suitable for high-intensity and heavy physical exercises - your current physical condition is no longer suitable for front-line combat troops. Have you ever considered joining the engineering troops?

"Go to the engineering army, learn how to manipulate and repair engineering machinery, have a skill, and you will have a good meal when you return to society in the future. This is the best arrangement, right?"

Hong Lei doesn't know.

He circles and turns, circles and turns.

"Leizi, I am yours, I am yours, I am yours, ah...ah..."

He trembled, excitedly, gasped, wandering, wandering, wandering.

"Dad, hahahahaha, come and catch me, you stupid dad!"

He laughed and grimaced, and roared in anger. He opened his teeth and claws and chased his son, he circled and circled and circled.

"Go away, you killed your mother. Mom was angry to death by you, you were angry to death!"

He opened his mouth wide, his mouth was dry and he was at a loss and wandering around and around.

"Mr. Hong, we understand your feelings very much. We are as sad and angry as you. If you want to find the truth, we have invested the most elite force to search for the murderer and will definitely bring the real murderer to justice. Therefore, please understand that we cannot let you see the body of the son. There is a lot of evidence, and it also involves some supernatural phenomena... In short, thank you for your cooperation. Please believe in the law and the authorities. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

He has always believed in the law, the authorities, and...justice.

He circles and turns, circles and turns.

"It's broken, it's broken!"

One thousand three hundred and twenty two, one thousand three hundred and twenty three, one thousand three hundred and twenty four, one thousand three hundred and twenty five! Long live Lei Zi, long live, long live!”

That year, that day, the sky was blue and the sun was bright. He and his wife had not met yet, and Xiaofei was neither born nor died.

At that time, his teeth were white, his skin was dark, his smile was bright, every joint was intact, and every morning was as hard as iron. He still believed in hope, the organization, the law, the justice, the tomorrow would get better and better, and the brightness ahead.

He fell from the horizontal bar, fell into the arms of his comrades, and fainted with great happiness.

...

When he woke up leisurely, Hong Lei found that he was too sad and fell in front of his wife and children's tombstone and had been lying for three or four hours.

It was dark and rainy like a waterfall. It was not Qingming Festival or the winter solstice. Even the cemetery administrator was too lazy to run to such a remote cemetery, but he was not discovered.

"What's this?"

Hong Lei found a pool of black vomit in front of him, sticky and like some kind of glue.

My body is getting worse and worse, and I actually spit out such things.

Hong Lei murmured to himself, habitually rubbing his joints.

He was already suffering from illness, and his joints were so painful every time he was raining. Not to mention that he had been lying in a heavy rainy cemetery for so long, his joints seemed to be inserted into the ice cone...

Hong Lei was surprised to find that his joints, muscles and bones did not hurt at all.

Not only does it hurt, but it is full of explosive power all over the body, as if it is back in a dream, in youth twenty or thirty years ago.

No, it is a hundred times stronger than in youth!

"What's going on?"

Hong Lei blinked and looked at the tombstone in the distance in a daze.

Then he found that he could see clearly the words on the tombstone.

"First...Mother...Cao...Feng...E's tomb?"

Blinking again, yes, he could see every word on any tombstone on the opposite hillside at least two or three hundred meters apart on the heavy rainy night!

By the way, Hong Lei raised his arm, gestured out the pistol with his fingers, and aimed at the tombstone opposite.

In an instant, every shooting training I had received in this life, including the ballistics of every bullet, was clearly presented in my mind.

"Pu hook."

Hong Lei's index finger bent gently.

He developed a strong belief, even so strong that he formed a clear picture in his mind. If he had a gun in his hand, even a pistol with an effective range of no more than 100 meters could accurately hit the smallest word on the opposite tombstone.

This feeling is so weird.

Hong Lei felt a trance, his feet slipped, and he fell to the next level.

This cemetery is built against the mountain, like a gray terrace.

The higher you go, the more tiring you get and the cheaper you get.

The tomb of Hong Lei’s wife and children is on the upper floor of the tomb area, with a height of nearly 100 meters. It is no joke that he falls down on his back.

Unexpectedly, just as he fell backwards, his body instinctively reacted that all the militarized training he received twenty or thirty years ago exploded in an instant, just like "opening up", increasing strength, agility and reaction a hundred times.

He was like a cat falling from a nine-story building, fine-tuning his posture in mid-air, from falling to running, from running to sprint, like a wisp of smoke, jumped down from rows of tombstones, and in just three seconds, he jumped to the ground with a drop of 100 meters and stood firmly.

Hong Lei covered his heart.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The heartbeat was low and powerful, just like the drum sounds coming from hell, without any confusion.

Taking a deep breath, Hong Lei exerted force on his legs and stepped on several crisscrossing cracks on the ground. After another three seconds, he actually crossed countless tombstones and returned to the top of the mountain, in front of the tombstone of his wife and children.

Hong Lei sat in front of his wife and children, tremblingly lit a cigarette, feeling the madness of various murderous techniques in his mind.

He stretched out his hands, and the warm-up just now made him sweat, but the sweat was like vomit, which was sticky black gel.

"Wife, Xiaofei, are you with me? Is this your spirit in heaven? What did you actually make me... become!"

Hong Lei trembled and grabbed the small stone next to the tomb with his hands.

With a slight force, the black air surrounding the palm became richer, and the small stones instantly turned into fine powder, sliding down from the fingers like gravel, without a trace under the erosion of the rain.

Just like those happy and wonderful days.

Hong Lei grabbed stones after stone, pinched them all into fine sand, and passed away with the wind.

He just watched, stared, and watched for a long time.

Half of the originally completely white hair has returned to black, and the black and white intertwined, making it look more and more depressed and embarrassed.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man laughed.

He stood up, lit the last stick of incense for his wife and children, and solemnly bowed three times.

Then, he knelt on the tomb, hugged the two names on the cold tombstone, and kissed them deeply.

Finally, he retrieved a photo of the black dust from the basin where the paper money was burning.

The family photo was no longer visible, only three black silhouettes were left.
Chapter completed!