Âœ” The Stunning Omega Of The Commander Tears The Cannon Fodder Script 153. Extra 1

Chapter 153: The last time in the extra chapter,

he didn’t wait for the restart.

He didn’t even get to see the boy for the last time.

The hospital refused to visit, and even the body could not be seen for the last time.

Du Feng sat in the glass room at the highest point of the manor, with the sun falling warmly and shining on his body.

There is a small box in the colorful gem dome.

He took the box off and held it in his hand.

There was no one else in the manor.

In this era without a master, there is no need for any audience or companionship.

All self-righteous one-man shows will eventually come to an end.

Du Jie walked slowly along the long corridor, passing by spots of light cast by the sun one after another.

Surrounding the man briefly in the brightness.

Back into darkness again.

Every step made a crisp and heavy sound.

In the huge empty room, it spread very far.

It seemed that the heavy, invisible chain on his ankle had long been imprisoned.

And that endless period of imprisonment has neither end nor hope.

It was as if the silence around him had turned into substance, turning into a gloomy ink color, surging towards him.

Devour, gnaw, numb.

Du Feng stopped slightly and looked out the window.

Today is a nice sunny day.

There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.

Sunlight shines through the blue sky into the window frame, leaving a rectangular silhouette on the marble floor.

The manor is huge.

Now that there is no one there, it seems even more empty.

Du Jie walked slowly from the first room on the first floor alone.

Game room, movie room, wine library.

Dining room, study room, bedroom.

There are things he prepared for the teenager in every room.

Du Feng looked around from room to room, and the illusion of all the things the boy imagined he would do inside gradually dimmed.

Likewise, it took away the life in the man’s eyes.

Dreams require waking up.

Whether it’s a sweet dream or a nightmare.

After waking up, he was the only one left.

Until the last room.

Du Jie paused for a long time.

Only then did I work up the courage to open it.

The wall he faced was 198 death experiences.

Each short line of record is the blood and pain that really happened again and again.

It is a real parting again and again.

Tell Du Feng all the time that he is of no use at all.

He is a loser who can’t even save his lover.

Du Jie slowly raised his head and looked at the wall, feeling hatred for no reason.

But there was only nothingness left in his eyes.

He hates himself.

Also hate living.

I hate that the incompetent me who can’t do anything is still alive.

The sunlight fell on Du Feng through the glass.

It illuminates half of the man’s face.

He stared at the hunched shadow at his feet.

Like a withered soul wandering in this bright and dazzling world.

–The

silver gun in his hand still has a subtle smell of night-blooming cereus.

That was the last bit of comfort Dujie would get from the young man for various reasons every time he came back.

At least –

it seems they can die together.

When the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin, Du Jie was unusually calm.

He slowly stroked the boy’s photo on the wall.

That’s what he looked like when he got married.

Wearing a white exquisite suit, his beautiful eyebrows are looking out of the camera.

From beginning to end, Du Jie didn’t say a word.

The ring that had been made long ago was placed in front of the photo.

In the empty and silent manor, a decisive gunshot sounded.

The birds startled, but the sky remained clear.

The two hundredth time.

Last time.

restart.