"Is this my best destination?"

Hearing such words appearing from the mouth of the messenger of light, Ramamujamna's face, which was like a dry skeleton, suddenly showed a tragic smile. He knew that the messenger of light was right, that he deserved to die, and that he should have died long ago. If it weren't for him, this country wouldn't have become like this today. If it weren't for him, his family wouldn't have encountered such a tragic treatment. He was not worth merciful of death, but he was unwilling to give up, and he was not willing to die like this.

His enemy is still there, and his deep blood revenge has not been avenged yet. How could he die here like this? How could he be willing to die here like this?

Hatred is a terrible power. If love sometimes makes people forget it, then hatred can most of the time make a person hold grudges for ten, twenty or even a lifetime. It can give people endless motivation and can also make people fall into the abyss. Ramamujam can be said to be like this now. He has fallen into the abyss, but even if he has fallen into the abyss, he still does not forget to extend his hand and wants to drag his enemies down.

This has become his lifelong obsession. It is because of this obsession that he let go of his hand and crawled in the direction of the shelter again.

What the envoy of light said, he no longer cared. If they did not want to take themselves to meet the god, then he would crawl over to meet him. If they refused to open the door for themselves, he would even hit the door with his head, even if he would hit the head, he would go inside.

He didn't care about his death or what his body would become. He just wanted to take revenge, and before revenge, no one could stop him, nor could he stop him at all.

He was crazy and moving forward. The messenger of light had already seen this. He was very surprised, what kind of person could have such great hatred. Although he saw the sin in this person's soul, he could not see his past at all. This made him hesitate, hesitating and not knowing how to face such a guy. And just as he was hesitating, Ramamujam had already passed by him and crawled towards the shelter behind him.

He did not crawl very quickly, in fact, with his current body, it was impossible for him to climb too fast. But he climbed very firmly, and no one or anything could interfere with his current movements. It was only a matter of time before he climbed to the shelter. All other problems, including his completely collapsed body, were already insignificant.

Time always passes quickly, so fast that no one else feels that time is passing, and he has already arrived in front of the shelter. There, the sun-like light curtain of the shelter kept him outside. Feeling the ruthless rejection of this light curtain to him, Ramamujam smiled miserably and made an amazing move.

He knocked his head on the light curtain, as if he was hitting an egg at a stone. Although the bystanders knew that this guy could not have hit him like this. But when they saw such an action, an unspeakable tragic feeling appeared in their hearts.

Because it is indeed too miserable. There may be no blood when you knock on this end, but it is definitely full of flesh and blood. It is normal that he has no energy, or it can be said that he has no more blood to flow. But the flesh and blood will be full of flesh, so it can only be the latter.

It takes a person to smash the flesh on his head, how much strength it takes, how much determination it takes. Ordinary people may not even dare to imagine it. But now, Ramamujam is like this, and he is like crazy, striking desperately and shouting desperately.

"Let me in, let me in!"

His behavior was too weird and his behavior was too terrible. Not only the first one, but many other ones of light also noticed such an existence at this time. When they noticed such an existence, they were immediately surprised by the sins in this person.

The world in the eyes of the messenger of light is very simple. It represents the white of the innocent and the black of the sinner. There has never been a completely innocent person in this world, and no one has done one or two wrong things to a greater or lesser extent. So there has never been a pure white person, but equally, there is no pure black person.

No matter how evil a person is, he will have a kind side. Unless he completely destroys his conscience and falls into darkness completely, he will inevitably have other colors even if he bears a great sin. Just like the believer who was transformed into an angel of light, he has great sin, but his conscience has not disappeared. This makes rare black and white appear on his body.

But if the guy before was already special enough, then the guy in front of him was a little more special than him.

His body was pure black, and the black one was thicker than ink. At one glance, the messengers of light felt like a black river in front of him, rushing and rolling. This meant that he was extremely guilty. If a person wanted to be extremely guilty, then the people who died at his hands would be at least tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Just looking at the amount of this guy, the messenger of light knew that this guy's life might not be the only one. If a person did this level, it would be no exaggeration to say that he would not be able to die.

He is not willing to die. Logically speaking, they could have let such a guy die here. But for some reason, when facing such a guy who is seeking death, they couldn't help feeling sympathy in their hearts.

This is not only because of his miserable performance, but more because these messengers of light saw something else from his sinful nature. He can be said to be pure black, but not all. Because in the thick ink rendered color of his body, there is a small piece of dark red like scabbed blood.

This is the thing that they cannot understand the most because they know very well what this red means. It means losing love and in their own hands.

Destroying what you love may be the craziest thing and the deepest sin. If a person does this, he can really be said to be no longer qualified to be a human being. However, not all people who do such things are so crazy that they are helpless. Some are really helpless, while others are really forced by reality.

When he was in contact with the world, the messenger of Light encountered such an example. It was a policeman, a policeman who was pursuing the vicious suicide bomber. In order to catch such a guy and prevent him from causing harm to the vast majority of people, he tried hard to block him in the suburbs. However, what he did not expect was that the organization behind the madman discovered his actions, and they kidnapped his family and made him make a choice at that time.

Let go of the person in front of him and pretend that he didn't see him. He could still see his family. If he still wanted to be loyal, then all he could see was the corpse of his family.

This is a choice that can force people to a desperate situation. Anyone will fall into painful entanglement when facing such a choice. If you let go, you will have to watch a group of innocent people die because of you. Stay behind, and then you will have to lose your love.

Most ordinary people may choose the former after a painful choice. Because for ordinary people, nothing is more important than their own family. However, this person is not an ordinary person, he is a policeman, and he has his own responsibilities. This identity makes him think more than ordinary people and bear more than ordinary people. So in the end, he finally made a choice that would make him suffer for life.

He chose his duties and allowed the murderers to kill his wife and children. Although he saved many people and many innocent families, he had completely lost all of this. It was from that time that this existence, who was praised as a civilian hero, had become blood-red and dazzling blood-red.

It was a color that the messengers of light could not forget, and although the red on the person in front of him was not as dazzling as the blood red, it was that color, the red they could not forget.

This is probably the most precious thing in human beings. It is not the pain after sacrifice and loss, but love, the purest love. It is not love, it will not have such an extreme color. It is not love, and such a person cannot make them sympathize with. A person who can go crazy for love and be crazy for love is worthy of pity. He may have done all the bad things and cannot be written about it. But one thing is certain, that is, the love in his heart allows him to always be called a person. Since he is still a person, he has the value of being saved.

So, should he be allowed to enter the shelter? The messenger of Light does not have the right to decide this. The most they can do is to inform their masters of such a person. Whether he can get the reception from their masters depends on whether he is so lucky.

Ramamujam was lucky because before he completely smashed his mind, the messengers of light received a command from their master, who set up the guy and brought him into the shelter.

Obviously, this is an exception. But for such a thing, people outside are not jealous of anything.

Everything he did was beyond everyone's imagination, and no one dared to say that he could do it to his level. They wanted to go inside just to live, but this person's behavior seemed to be completely unwilling to care about his life or death.

He didn't even care about death, what did he want to do when he went in? Maybe this was a question that they could never figure out.

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