sin drinker

Chapter 1 A serial murder (1)
[The situation of people is the same as that of trees.The more it wants to open to high places and bright places, the more its roots want to go down, to the soil, to dark places, and to the depths. 】

[Everyone is both the perpetrator and the victim, my hands are the perpetrator's hands, and my eyes are the victim's eyes. ]
curtain opened
Chen Shuman walked out of the Cedar Building at 25:[-] p.m. on October [-]th, Thursday. It was rare that she didn't work overtime.

At dusk, Chen Shuman unbuttoned her dark gray suit, and her high-heeled shoes hit the ground of the square.Under her feet, countless mosaic tiles were mosaiced into a huge spiral pattern, with bright red and dark brown intertwined and reciprocating.It is said that as long as you run fast enough around the square, the spiral will move by itself.Of course, Chen Shuman has never done this before, her stilettos only go back and forth between the Cedar Building and the Qualcomm subway station, reserved and at a constant speed, one two three.

The same is true today, one two three, one two three, the sharp heels seem to be counting down the unchanging life.At the boring stall, Chen Shuman smelled a little familiar fragrance, rouge suede, which was no different from the fragrance on her body.

Her eyes followed the hostess of the fragrance, but unexpectedly saw a tall male body.A white shirt with rolled up sleeves, a neat and white collar, and above that is a section of neck with a healthy complexion and neatly trimmed short black hair.The owner of the fragrance took a long stride, and the hot energy on his body was transpiring in the autumn night wind, as if visible to the naked eye, making Chen Shuman a little fanciful.

——Using women's perfume, but human, it's still a bit decent.Chen Shuman held back her smile and tilted her head. At the same time, there was a vague commotion from the other side of the square. This noise caused the people around to turn their heads at the same time.

However, Chen Shuman is not everyone, she is still immersed in the attraction of the man in the white shirt.Look, he also turned his head, with a frowning side face, a high nose bridge, a firm jaw, and deer eyes with watery eyes.Chen Shuman brushed her hair, and for some reason felt a burst of tension with anticipation.

——Ah, if only something happened to bring us together like in an idol drama.

Chen Shuman didn't expect her wish to come true so quickly.

The editing page of "A Vicious Serial Murder Case in Qualcomm Plaza, Two Dead and Seven Injured" was blank. Zheng Yuan stared at the flashing cursor, sighed, and almost fell back on the back of the chair in retaliation. The office chair protested harshly. the crunching sound.

This is the eighth year he has been a social news reporter. It is only eight years, but it seems as long as 80 years.The decline of paper media seems to have happened overnight. He is still young, but he feels that he is old.

"A murder case occurred in Qualcomm Plaza on the afternoon of the 25th. The murderer killed 2 people with a knife and injured 7 others. The identity of the murderer is unknown, and the motive for the crime is unknown. It is not clear whether the murderer knew the victim. The police believe that the murderer committed the crime alone , no accomplices. The police did not shoot after they arrived at the scene."

This is not clear, and that is not clear, I know as much as a random netizen.Zheng Yuan rubbed the pimple between his eyebrows, and dropped a fax on the keyboard.This thing, the only thing that can be regarded as a little bit of certainty in the ambiguity of the whole text, is like a little reef protruding from the water in a stormy sea.

It was a list of victims just identified.Handwritten, crude, and the words are ugly enough.That was Zheng Yuan's internal information, from his old classmate Wang Shiqi, an active criminal police captain.

Li Jianguo, male, 45 years old; Zhou Juan, female, 32 years old; Xu Ziqian, female, 27 years old; Wang Yuxuan, male, 5 years old; Chen Shuman, female, 25 years old; Yuan Jiashu, male, 28 years old...

Zheng Yuan glanced over, circled the names of Xu Ziqian and Yuan Jiashu, and scrawled "Death".

He ran his fingers back and forth between the two names until the shoddy ink soaked into the fingerprints.Four or ten minutes had passed since receiving the fax, Zheng Yuan let out a heavy breath, and finally pulled the phone away.

"You boy, you really don't cry when you see the coffin."

Zheng Yuan regretted it almost the moment the phone was connected. Wang Shiqi's familiar voice was drumming his eardrums, and it was still as bright as ever, but every word seemed to hit him on the temple.

"Ah, I... that, I just moved back, and I haven't had time to give you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I know you won't take the initiative to contact me." Wang Shiqi's voice paused for a moment, as if he was trying to regain his cynicism, "Only I am like a stalker, using my power to find out your household registration and domicile unit phone and fax , I have to wait for you to bite the bait. Do you know how many reporters are waiting for that list? My thigh is almost green by them, and you are the only one..."

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. Are you free? Let's come out and tell." Zheng Yuan looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and started looking for a coat with his mobile phone under his shoulder, "Old place, I invite you."

"This old place was demolished last year!" Wang Shiqi's voice would become especially loud when he was taunting Zheng Yuan, "Wait, I'll pick you up."

Zheng Yuan was perfunctory, and just about to hang up the phone, Wang Shiqi's voice chased out from the receiver: "Oh, by the way, you can add me on WeChat while you're free, and I'll show you something good—hey What about people? You old man doesn’t even have WeChat, right? Listen to me, this is very convenient, you register first, then click the second button below, there is a place to add new friends, that’s me... "

—Who is the old man!Zheng Yuan pursed his lips, but his hands consciously obeyed the command and completed the installation and registration.The reminder sounded "Didi", and Wang Shiqi begged all the way with the head of a big dog. It was a bit ridiculous, and Zheng Yuan really smiled.

But the next second he couldn't smile.

Wang Shiqi sent a small video, which was the Qualcomm Plaza earlier today.On the screen, a woman in a dark gray suit and high heels was grabbed by the murderer and screamed. A tall man in white turned back and rushed to push the woman away, struggling to grab the murderer's knife.The video is 15 minute and 55 seconds long, and the murderer's knife stabbed into the chest of the man in white for about [-] seconds. Although the background sound is full of screams and crying, the world seems to have fallen into absolute silence at the moment of the murderer's attack. Zheng Yuan can even He heard the dull thumping sound of a sharp knife stabbing into his body.

"Heroes save the beauty." Wang Shiqi's message popped up. "It's a pity, the beauty is still there, but the hero is gone."

Probably witnessing the death of a living person is not a pleasant thing after all, Zheng Yuan turned off the video with a sullen face, thought for a while, then turned around and saved it.Such straightforward gore and gore may soon be blocked, but for Zheng Yuan, this violent image is not completely useless.

Although the camera is far away and shakes violently, Zheng Yuan felt that the murderer was crying when the man in white fell down.

nameless suspect

Thanks to Wang Shiqi, Zheng Yuan had the opportunity to interview the suspect face to face.It's just a chance, Wang Shiqi kindly reminded him that two groups of reporters had already come here before, and they didn't take hard and soft words, and didn't answer anything.

Zheng Yuan shrugged, because he didn't expect much, and he didn't feel much loss.He walked to the chair in the detention center and sat down, rummaging through the mess of his backpack for his glasses.After a while, the kicking footsteps gradually approached with the sound of shackles, and finally stopped on the opposite side.

"Speak well, don't play tricks!"

Zheng Yuan raised his head, although he was mentally prepared, this person still surprised him.

Calm, this is his first impression of Zheng Yuan.However, as Wilde said, a man's face is an autobiography, so this man knows it is a tragedy just by looking at his face.He can still be called handsome, his eyes are like a pond in the shade, occasionally the water flashes, hidden under the eyelids, a little shrunk, but it is not the aura that a murderer should have.He is indeed too thin, Zheng Yuan thought, almost a skeleton was stretched under the skinny skin, and the bones could come out from the joints at any time.He does not take drugs, nor is he terminally ill. Looking down at his medical report, Zheng Yuan finds it hard to imagine that in the big cities of the 21st century there are still adult men with severe malnutrition.

The room was very quiet, and the sound of Zheng Yuan swallowing his saliva was very obvious.He carefully looked at the man opposite, thinking about which sentence to choose as a breakthrough.Does he need intimacy?Or too much humility and respect?Is he the murderer type who cares especially about the "work"?Does the number of victims have any special meaning?seven?Nine?two?What about male and female gender?Or is it the crime time?

A minute and a half passed, and the best opportunity was about to be missed. Zheng Yuan's heart was full of Wenshan sentences, but he still didn't grasp the tail.The only thing he knows is that the first sentence is very important, and it will never be the opening line of the sensational reports written badly by the metropolis newspapers outside: How did a simple and thin lower class of society be forced to hold up by the pressure of life? Got a butcher knife?

"I know you won't say anything, and I didn't intend to have any consequences." Zheng Yuan finally opened his mouth, "But I have been thinking, what is your real purpose?"

The man stared at Zheng Yuan's face through the iron railing, but his eyes went straight through his skull, fixed on a certain point in the void.As soon as this sentence came out, the line of sight seemed to flicker, very slightly, but Zheng Yuan caught it.

"I have seen a lot of people who want to make big news. Those who burn buses, hack students, and blow up post offices are all at the bottom of society, poor, depressed, and bullied. .I know you look similar, but I always feel that there is something different." Seeing that the man didn't respond, Zheng Yuan simply continued: "Your name is fake, your ID card is fake, and of course your address is also fake. .The police have already compared it. You have no previous convictions, you do not meet any of the characteristics of a fugitive suspect, and you have no religious appeal... So what do you want to do? You have tried your best to keep your name anonymous, just to work as a cleaner in the Cedar Building, and then suddenly rushed Come out and attack passers-by indiscriminately?"

After Zheng Yuan finished speaking, he stopped moving and stared back.The man looked a little shaken.Very good, Zheng Yuan thought, that's it, gently shaking the fishing rod, a little concerned, but not too concerned, there is an undercurrent under the water surface, is he coming?Ready to bite the hook?Is it time?Don't panic, calm down, right now, it's time to—

At this time, a mobile phone ringing suddenly broke the silence.

Zheng Yuan took out the phone almost angrily and hung up, before he put it away, it rang again, hung up again, rang again.

The prison guard coughed impatiently twice, Zheng Yuan nodded and bowed, and finally went to the corner to pick it up.

"Director? Ah, I'm, I'm sorry, there is something going on outside... What? No way, children play around...Is it? This... Ah, I'm so sorry, I understand, I understand , to trouble you...Okay, okay, okay, I will definitely be there tomorrow."

Zheng Yuan clutched his phone and walked back to his seat, the man's body suddenly leaned forward a few degrees.He licked the corner of his mouth, and opened his mouth unexpectedly, his voice was obscure and unpleasant, as if he had made a section of vocal cords out of rusty iron, scraping the rough concrete floor, which hadn't been oiled for a long time.

"You're not going, are you?"

Zheng Yuan was stunned on the spot. "What did you say?"

"I said, you won't go." The man's finger pointed at Zheng Yuan's cell phone.Zheng Yuan stuffed it into his pocket almost quickly - the copycat phone is still not good, he thought, the sound is too loud.

"Son or daughter?"

Zheng Yuan became anxious, he didn't want to talk, although he knew that it was almost impossible for the person in front of him to get out of the deep prison, but subconsciously he still didn't want to reveal any information about his family.

"When the fight got to the point of inviting the parents, it should be the son." The man leaned back in his chair, and the handcuffs jingled. "You didn't push it to your wife, so, single-parent family, right? You must feel that being a father is very tiring, earning money is so difficult, and your son will make trouble for you if he doesn't do shit. Why can't he eat and study honestly? Let me grow up, let me stop?"

Zheng Yuan's face turned red and white, he never expected to lose the initiative here.

"You'd better go." The man fiddled with the chain with his fingers, "You go, I agree to the next interview."

do not know each other

"I'm back." Zheng Que shouted into the empty hall, dropped his schoolbag in his hand without stopping, and walked to the bathroom while taking off his shirt, as if he didn't expect any answer.Of course, there will be no answer, his father is impossible to appear at home at this time, and he can't even see that there is an extra bruise on his face.

Zheng Que licked the cracked corner of his mouth, turned on the tap, and threw the muddy coat into the sink.Today he was beaten again, the same as yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the eight years of school age before that.Weird, he wasn't the dumbest in the class, he wasn't the weakest in the class, but teenage boys were like beasts, they could just smell their prey and pinpoint it to him.He thought that he would frequently transfer to other schools to get rid of troubles, but he didn't get what he wanted. From elementary school to junior high school, Zheng really couldn't remember how many times he had been bullied, all of which were between malice and jokes. Above the fragile self-esteem of adolescence.His life is like this suit soaked in water, cheap and covered with mud.

Zheng Que poured the washing powder on and rubbed it together. Suddenly there was a sound of caracalla scraping in the sink. folding knife.

The knife is old, but it has just been sharpened, and it was almost used today.

If it wasn't for that person showing up.

What a good time it was.Zheng Que recalled that the back gate of the school, the small pond that was silted up, and the untreated domestic garbage piled up into a mountain of corruption.The boys just picked him up there, punched him, pulled his ears, knelt down, handed over his schoolbag, and threw him into the mud. It was very boring and very interesting.

His right hand was tight in his trouser pocket, waiting for his chance.

coming.The one in the lead, they called him Dadong, Zheng had never met him in his grade, maybe a year or two older.Dadong came over stepping on the garbage, the foam lunch box under his feet crackled under his solid weight.He came, and the next thing was his happiest thing.

He'd come over and take off Zheng's pants, and Zheng would stab him when he got close.

Zheng Que's heartbeat beat his eardrums, his conjunctiva was blood red, and he didn't notice the movement behind him.

While Dadong's hand was grabbing Zheng Que, the other hand stretched out from the opposite direction, grabbing Zheng Que's hand holding the knife.

"What do you want to do?" The voice was so nice, Zheng Chue thought dully, and was forcibly pulled away by that hand.

"The third one? Why are you here?" Dadong was taken aback for a moment, and when he saw what Zheng Que was holding in his hand, his face turned a little blue.

"Are you handsome, kid? What are you going to do? Stab me?" Dadong picked up half of the waste brick and raised his hand.Zheng Que closed his eyes, praying that he would pass out the first time, so as not to hurt.

"You'd better go." Brick didn't fall down for a long time, Zheng Que's eyes opened a slit, and he saw the other hand of the third child standing in front of him.

"Why, third child, do you want to protect others? It's not like your style." Dadong smiled half-smile, the evil fire still lingering.

"No, Boss Zhou is coming here too, I just saw it." The voice of the third child was still calm, "You have passed college twice this year, don't fall into the hands of that bastard."

Dadong's expression was between belief and disbelief, he hesitated for two seconds, and suddenly laughed out loud. "That's right, third child, I owe you a fortune for today's matter, and I'll thank you tomorrow." He threw down the brick and wiped the ashes from his hands on Zheng Que's coat, "Wait, boy, I'll be here soon!" You will have a better time." He put his hands in his pockets and staggered away, and the younger brothers followed one by one until Zheng Que and the third child were left.The third child shook Zheng Que's arm with an expression like he was teasing a dog.

"You can take out a knife when you are old, you are not afraid of being sentenced."

"……open."

"Why, I help you and you still commit crimes?"

"You let go."

"The tone is not small, what's the matter, didn't you suffer enough? Shall I help you call him back?"

(End of this chapter)