MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 32 1988

This world is preventing her from saving him.

The snow was falling, and the footprint on the ground was gradually buried. Ningning was running and racing against the snow.

Chen Guanchao behind did not help, but kept pulling her hind legs.

"Enough, what use do you have with the past?"

"Any ordinary person, can you deal with a murderer?"

"Go back, call the police and let the police catch him."

"Is that child so important? How long have you been raising him? Have you been there for three months? How much trouble has he caused you during these three months?"

"Give up. There are no more footprints in front of us. We lost it."

The wind was blowing, the snow was blowing, Ning Ning stood on the snow and let out white gas.

This world is always like this, giving a lot, but in vain. She was always like this, she was always in vain, but she couldn't help but want to work hard.

"I can find it, I can find it ..." She walked around like a hypnotic, suddenly raised her hand, the flashlight in her hand was shining in the middle of a building, her eyes were hot, and her voice was shaking, "I found ... "

A residential building is about to be built, with a banner hanging on it that reads "Welcome 1988, celebrate 1988, and celebrate 1988".

At that moment, Ningning's ears seemed to sound Wen Xiaoning, and the roar of the old woman who had been waiting for a film for fifteen years before she died: "1988! 1988 !!! 1988 !!!"

Obviously things have changed so much, the two of them are still overlapping, overlapping under the three 1988. For a while, Ning Ning was a little confused. Is she Ning Ning or Wen Xiaoning? Has she changed the plot in the movie? Did she just follow Wen Xiaoning's steps and go round step by step?

But she laughed quickly.

"If there is one real thing in this false world, it is his feelings for me ..." she murmured, "No, it is my feelings for him."

Then she ran towards the residential building without a second thought, while running, she called out his name aloud: "Smell the rain!"

The sound penetrated the snow, the night sky, and the movie screen.

Ning Ning didn't know that when she chose to run towards those three 1988s, in the otherwise empty life movie theater, one pair of feet came in, one by one staff came in. They stopped in front of the screen and held up. Faces of all kinds of masks, looking at the screen in front of them, looking at the figures running desperately on the screen.

At the same time, the doorkeeper at the cinema door suddenly opened his eyes against the quiet and fake door guard against the wall.

He turned his head and looked at the poster next to him.

There was no wind, but the poster was shaking violently, as if being torn by a huge force, so that even the words on it began to tremble.

The original title "Abandoned Son" is like a rock that trembles, under the stone, another drama name, a four-character name like the root of a plant, desperately want to break through the earth!

"Stop!" Ning Ning rushed to the rooftop, and the thin man across turned his head, and she desperately squeezed out a smile: "Brother, what are you doing?"

Slim looked at her from afar, her eyes dim.

Ning Ning hated and was furious, but did not dare to show it. She took out all her acting skills, was sincere, and had no worries, walked toward him with a smile, and stretched out her hand to smell the rain, while gossiping: "Yes Didn't this bear child make you angry? "

The thin man raised his knife and said coldly, "Retreat!"

She stretched out her hand in the air and shivered from her fingertips. She resisted the fear in her heart and the desire to escape, and tried to keep smiling, but fell into the eyes of others like a humble supplication: "Brother, don't you Angry, he is a dumb, a burden, if you really don't like it, I'll take him back so as not to drag ... Ah! "

Ningning screamed and took a few steps backwards while holding her right hand. The blood spread out between the fingers.

The blood fell from the knife, and the thin man held the handle and looked at her eyes extremely numb, as if it was not his own sister who was just stabbed, but a stranger, a dead person, and a scarecrow.

The offensive of family affects no such person. Ning Ning looked at him, her expression gradually sulking, and she yelled at him, venting her fear and anger: "Kill him, where can you run! I know what you look like, I know you Age, I know everything! I tell the police everything! "

Slender had a reaction, his eyelids shuddered, and he yelled in horror and anger: "I'm your brother! You can't do this to me!"

"Let him!" Ningning shouted at Wen Yu, "Let him! You are my brother!"

Slim looked at Wen Yu and looked at her again, his expression looked a little hesitant, seemed to be moved by her, thought for a moment, he stared at her: "... let him out, can you help me keep a secret ? Just say you haven't seen me today. "

"Yes! Yes!" Ning Ning hurriedly answered, no matter what he asked at this time, she would agree.

Skinny nodded, and he pulled Wen Yu toward her.

Ning Ning's original hanging heart fell and half of her attention went to Wen Yu, huh? What's up with him? Why keep crying and keep shaking her head?

Snorted--

The knife penetrated Ning Ning's belly.

"... Do you think I'll believe your ghost words?" Skinny's face was close at hand. He took the knife handle, pulled it out once, stabbed it in again and again, until Ning Ning softened. On the ground.

Wen Yu burst into tears, broke his hand, and threw himself on Ning Ning.

Slim took two steps back, raised his hands and wiped his face, and smiled comfortably.

A man who just suspected his nephew when he saw his killing wanted to kill him. A man who just suspected that a stranger who had seen the portrait would recognize him and killed him, how could he believe Ning Ning's words.

"Sister, I don't want to," he murmured, looking down at Ning Ning in the pool of blood. "Who told you to want to sue me?"

Then he tilted his head and looked at Wen Yu: "It's your turn now."

Wen Yu didn't realize it. He kept crying and kept pushing Ning Ning's body, regardless of the skinny behind him, the knife in his hand.

A scream came from the side. The thin man stepped on his feet and turned to look at him. He saw Chen Guanchao standing at the entrance of the stairs with Ning Yuren. Ning Yuren was frightened by the situation in front of him. He sat on the ground with one buttock. She didn't help herself for a long time.

"Come two more." The thin man's voice was actually sad, not knowing whether it was for the two of them, or for himself who gradually became a serial killer.

"Save me, save me!" Seeing him step by step towards himself, Ning Yuren embraced Chen Guanchao's arm, and crawled toward him like a silk flower.

Chen Guanchao looked at the **** knife in his hand, looked over him, and looked at Ning Ning lying in a pool of blood. She had so much blood that she couldn't move and looked dead.

"Wen Xiaoning !!" He shouted unwillingly, his eyes full of the pain of seeing a precious artwork broken, and she screamed a few times, but she didn't respond, but the thin man sneered and said, "You Is it her boyfriend? Don't shout, she's dead. "

"Is she dead ..." Chen Guanchao murmured, suddenly looking down at Ning Yuren lying on his leg.

At the moment when his eyes staggered, Ning Yuren saw resignation, apology, and indifference in his eyes.

Supporting him all the way here is the attachment to Ning Ning, or the phantom, not to Ning Yuren.

"... I'm sorry." He suddenly opened Ning Yuren's hand, then turned quickly, his back disappeared quickly at the stairs.

Ning Yuren looked at his back, suddenly lowered his head, covered his face and began to cry.

"Fuck!" The thin man chased Chen Guanchao a few steps, then backed away, and said to Ning Yuren with a sullen expression, "Take care of you first!"

Hearing this sentence, Ning Ning in the blood pool raised his eyes weakly.

mom……

She struggled to stand up, but just got up and fell back a bit, Wen Yu looked around at her, and looked at the Ning Yuren on the opposite side, suddenly got up and ran, opened her small arms and hugged Skinny legs, because of fear, closed his eyes immediately when hugging him, and then shivered silently.

"What?" Skinny lowered his head and grinned. "Do you want to die first? Come on, I'll make you perfect!"

After speaking, he pulled his hair and dragged all the way to the rooftop.

Smell the rain ...

Ning Ningqiang stood up, and the thin figure was reflected in her pupils. For the first time in her life, she hated someone so much. This huge hatred supported her to stand up and walk over, but this was not enough, not enough ...

"Ninger ... Quinger !!!" she growled in her heart, "Come out! Help me! Come out! This body is for you! Come out! Take it!"

...... Damn such a critical moment, she didn't come out! !!

It's up to her! !!

She gritted her teeth and ran towards the thin man. The thin man heard the movement behind him, leaned over to her, and was bumped into her, and then hugged his waist tightly.

"What do you want to do?" She was slammed back by two steps. She looked at the rooftop that was two steps away from him behind her. She had a lingering fear and turned around, and the knife stabbed her in a frantic manner. "Let go! Let go! You Let go! "

"... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ning Ning refused to let go. She endured severe pain and hoarsely, just to-let another person live!

Hearing the shout, Chen Guanchao, who had ran downstairs, suddenly turned back.

He saw her hugging the thin man and falling like a meteor.

The picture slammed into Chen Guanchao's eyes fiercely. He stood on the ground for a long time and couldn't move, and suddenly screamed, "I understand, I understand!"

Then, he fumbled all over his pockets, only found the pen but could not find the book, so he took out two portraits, and the image of the fat man was killed. He sat on the side of the road and turned the paper over. On his lap, no one else started writing a new "Phantom of the Cinema".

Its daybreak.

In 1988, the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, shining on the three 1988s on the banner, on the words he wrote quickly, and on Ning Ning's dying face.

Along with the dawning light was the cry of a child.

Wen Yu ran downstairs quickly, came to her, and cried her facial features together, opened her mouth, and shouted, "Aunt Xiaoning."

Because the thin man landed first, Ning Ning barely had a breath, and she slowly turned her head: "Your voice is so nice."

As she heard it for the first time at the Life Cinema, the choir was as pleasant as it was pure, as if a dove on a church was waving its wings.

"I'm sorry ..." He reached out his small hand, stroking her **** cheek, choking, "If it weren't for me ..."

"... Before I met you, I was a ghost." Ning Ning smiled at him, "With you, I live, so I ...