strictlysupreme Chapter 620: Revenge
Chapter 620: Revenge
"What........." Efron Weisz looked confused, not understanding what Servi meant. He was still thinking about what happened just now, and his thoughts were a little confused.
Servi looked at Efron Weisz's confused expression, smiled slightly, then turned around, picked up the kettle, and gently poured a glass of water. The water flowed slowly in the cup, making a crisp sound.
Servi handed the cup of water to Efron Weisz and said gently, "Drink some water first, maybe it will make you feel better." Efron Weisz took the cup of water and looked at Servi hesitantly.
Servi seemed to see through his thoughts and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, this is just ordinary water. I also added a little bit of sugar in it, so it will taste better." After saying that, he deliberately emphasized the word "a little bit".
After hearing what Servi said, Efron Weisz took a sip of water with confidence. The water was just the right temperature and had a slightly sweet taste, which made his throat feel refreshed.
Servi watched Efron Weisz drinking water and thought to himself: It would be so boring if he fainted next.
However, this is just right, we can see how much he can bear.
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"Oh, by the way," Servi took the empty water cup from Efron Weisz seemingly nonchalantly, and then suddenly changed the subject and said, "Do you know what you did during the amnesia attack?"
Efron Weisz shook his head in bewilderment after hearing this. The rusty piece of iron had just been separated from his brain, and his mind was still a little groggy, and his memory had not yet fully recovered.
However, according to Servi's description, the reason why he met him was because he was holding an iron rod and hurting people on the street...
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Efron Weisz murmured. "Did I hit anyone in the street with a bar? I didn't hit you, did I?"
Before he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Servi's clenched fist, and his heart tightened. Could it be that he really guessed right?
No wonder the atmosphere seemed a little strange from the beginning.
Although Servi didn't seem to be hurt by himself, he definitely hurt someone Servi knew.
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In fact,
Servi's chest was heaving violently, as if a raging fire was burning inside him. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, as if he was about to hit the person who made him so angry.
He stared at the other person with his eyes fixed, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out. He really wanted to beat the other person up on the spot, let the other person also taste the pain of being beaten, so as to vent his anger.
However, reason pulled him back at the last moment. He knew that a beating alone would not be enough to calm his anger, let alone make the other party suffer.
At this moment, his eyes fell on Kreacher's head. It was the moment when Kreacher fell down, and his hair was a little messy and scattered on the ground, as if silently telling the pain he suffered.
This scene hit Servi's heart like a heavy hammer, and his heart seemed to be torn apart, with unbearable pain. His mind seemed to freeze at this moment, he could not think or move, and could only watch Kreacher fall to the ground.
No, I can't let him go like this! Servi roared in his heart. He wanted him to pay the price for what he had done, not only physical pain, but also mental torture.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that if he wanted to really punish the other party, he would need a more perfect plan.
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As a result, Servi's expression suddenly became solemn, as if he wanted to deliberately change the current atmosphere.
He paused for a moment, then said in a serious tone: "You should be aware that the consequences of your actions will definitely attract the attention of the police."
"That's natural," Efron Weisz answered without hesitation.
After all, the police often turned a blind eye to the sneaky things he had done in the past, or simply couldn't catch him.
However, this act of beating others in the street was clearly a blatant challenge to the authority of the police and would naturally be arrested without mercy.
Servi noticed that the other party seemed to have no impression of the situation in his home, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and then opened the door as if nothing had happened, allowing the police to enter the house.
"We were at your house and met your family..." Servi's eyes fell directly on Efron Weisz and he said slowly.
However, Efron Weisz looked confused and had no idea what Servi was talking about.
His family was clearly far away in another city, so how could they be here, and in his house? If such a thing really happened, how could he have no memory of it?
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Efron Weisz suddenly remembered something, and a vague picture emerged in his mind.
It was a group of strangers he didn't know at all, and they broke into his house at some point.
At that time, they just lived in Efron Weisz's house openly. Every day when they went out, they would lock Efron Weisz up with an iron chain, and only untie him when they came back.
Efron Weisz thought about how to get rid of these people every day, until one day these strangers showed great interest in the water tank he used for performances.
They walked into the water tank curiously, and when they entered the tank, Efron Weisz locked the door from the outside.
Efron Weisz's heartbeat began to speed up and his face was distorted with fear and suspicion.
This can't be true, right?
It must be his amnesia that caused his memory to become confused.
Those who broke into his house could never be his family members.
This is all so ridiculous, how could this happen?
Efron Weisz's heart was full of contradictions and struggles, and he was unwilling to believe what was happening before his eyes.
He kept telling himself it was just a nightmare or his mind was playing tricks on him.
However, the image of being locked in the water tank kept flashing in his mind, making it impossible for him to ignore this fact.
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Efron Weisz's fingers scratched at the air, as if trying to hold back his shattered breath. His jaw trembled violently, biting his lower lip until the flesh was red, and drops of blood dripped down his chin onto the snow-white bed.
His right eyelid suddenly twitched, causing his brow bone to twist towards his temple, and the exposed white of his eye was covered with spider-web-like bloodshot. However, his left face drooped like death, and his cheek muscles slumped down uncontrollably, leaving half of his pupil in the shadow, leaving only the end of his eye tilted sideways, filled with turbid suspicion.
He suddenly slammed his palm against his cheekbone, his knuckles making a rough sound as they scraped against the taut skin.
The bulging blue veins on his neck were like a rope about to break, throbbing with every short breath.
Efron Weisz suddenly curled up, resting his forehead on his knees, and inserted his fingers into the newly wrapped bandage. His fingertips made a rustling sound as they rubbed across his scalp, and his shoulders were still spasming uncontrollably, as if a cold hand was pinching him from the back of his neck all the way to his coccyx.
Efron Weisz was like a madman, punching the wound on his head that had just been operated on, hitting it hard with each blow, as if he wanted to vent all the pain and confusion in this way.
Blood continued to seep out of the wound, quickly soaking the bandage, and then flowed down his head, forming a shocking bloodstain.
The surrounding police officers were stunned by this scene. They rushed forward and tried to grab Efron Weisz's hands to stop him from continuing to hurt himself.
However, Efron Weisz seemed to have lost consciousness and did not respond to the police officers' actions. His arms were like mechanical arms, repeating the pounding motion over and over again without any pause.
Perhaps only in this way could he temporarily forget the terrible memory, or rather, he hoped that through this method he would be able to more quickly recall who the group of people who broke into his house were.
But at the same time, Efron Weisz was also afraid deep in his heart, and he didn't dare to face this fact. If he really killed his family with his own hands, how could he bear such guilt and pain?
At this moment, he would rather choose to escape and numb himself with self-mutilation than to face the possible truth.
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Servi, who had known that the other party would be like this, showed a look of grief on his face at the right time, as if he felt extremely sad and helpless about what was happening before his eyes.
He slowly took out the photo from his pocket.
"I know this is really hard for you to accept," Servi's voice was low and hoarse, revealing an unspeakable heaviness, "but I think you have the right to know the truth of the matter..."
He gently placed the photo on the table. It was a yellowed photo with some wear on the edges, showing the vicissitudes of life it had gone through.
The photo shows Efron Weisz and his family, who are all smiles and full of happiness. This is their only family photo, recording the family that was once full of warmth and love.
However, now the photo is soaked with water and wrinkled, as if it is also crying for the tragedy of this family. The water marks have left traces on the photo, making the original clear image blurry, but the people in the photo can still be recognized.
Efron Weisz stared at the photo, his hands trembling slightly, and a trace of despair and pain flashed in his eyes. This wrinkled photo was undoubtedly reminding him that everything Servi said was true, and he really killed his family with his own hands.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" It was a heart-wrenching roar that seemed to break through the sky and shatter people's eardrums. Along with this desperate roar, Efron Weisz seemed to be suddenly hit by a huge force and violently pushed away the police officer next to him.
Then, something unexpected happened - he vomited without any warning, and a sour and smelly liquid gushed out of his mouth, splashing onto the ground, forming a disgusting stain.
When a person is extremely sad, the body will have a physiological reaction, which is vomiting. This is what Lydia once told Siwei.
At this moment, looking at Efron Weisz in such a miserable state, Servi felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart.
However, this is just the beginning and far from the climax of this revenge.
The corners of Servi's mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, as if foreshadowing that more exciting dramas were waiting to be staged.
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Hearing the noise coming from the ward, Jose Baden was secretly delighted, knowing that this was a great opportunity. So he quickly adjusted his expression and posture, pretending to be a passerby, and walked into the ward as if nothing had happened.
As soon as he entered the ward, Jose Badem walked straight to Efron Weisz and asked with concern: "Oh my God, sir, are you okay?" His tone was full of worry, as if he really cared about Efron Weisz's condition.
Walking up to Efron Weisz, Jose Bardem patted him gently on the back. The action looked so natural, like a stranger caring about a patient.
However, only Jose Badem himself knew that his move actually had ulterior motives.
He deliberately approached Efron Weisz to give him a chance to grab his pistol, which was clearly fastened to his belt and could be spotted by Efron Weisz if he paid a little attention.
Sure enough, Efron Weisz's attention was attracted by the pistol.
After learning that he had killed his family with his own hands, he fell into deep despair, with only the desire for death left in his heart.
He felt that only by ending his own life could he be reunited with his family.
At this time, Jose Badem's pistol was undoubtedly a tool of relief for him.
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"Sir, calm down!!!"
"Don't come over here!!!" Efron Weisz's voice echoed in the room, with a hint of despair and determination.
He held tightly the pistol he had just snatched, pointing the gun at everyone present, as if they were all his enemies.
No one dared to approach him easily, for fear that he would pull the trigger impulsively. The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, and everyone held their breath, watching Efron Weisz's every move.
However, Efron Weisz did not intend to hurt anyone when he raised the pistol; he just wanted to end his own life.
He felt that life had lost its meaning and he could no longer bear it.
So, after making sure that his momentum had successfully intimidated everyone, he pointed the gun at his own temple without hesitation.
His hands were shaking slightly, but his determination was firm. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Ka————"