sin drinker

Chapter 19 Four Unexpected Clues (5)
I think, he is still the same him as I know, even if I felt fine pinholes in his arm, even if he just woke up and beat me hard.He was crazy, he was manic, vomiting, convulsing, rolling on the ground, his tall body bent into a twisted angle.I found the dealers in the black market, and they said it was a heroin withdrawal reaction, and it was enough to get through the first 72 hours of withdrawal peak.The salesman said that the dose he injected was enough to kill a horse, and at the same time he warned me meaningfully not to meddle in the private affairs of these rich people.But it's not someone else, it's him, I can't ignore it.

So I bought methadone from them, the black market price, which is ridiculously expensive.The treatment center with the national prefix only costs ten yuan a dose, but I can't let him take that risk.I don't know his origin, urine test, verification, ID card, everything may make him unable to turn over.The effect of the placebo is limited, I can only lock him up, he stopped making trouble, his hands and feet are as soft as broken, when he can't bear it, he hits his head on the iron railing at the head of the bed, once, again, blood stains With hollow echoes.I was afraid that he would commit suicide, so I could only hold his head, call him over and over again, and tell him: It's me, it's me, take a look at me, do you remember?He occasionally wakes up for a moment and calls my name vaguely, and those are the best moments I have had in all these years.

I thought I could cure him, but it was too difficult.People in the black market said: "It's okay to use the board, but the dead end with the pen." The board is smoking, and the pen is the syringe. Heroin has flowed into his blood, sank into his bones and blood, and ate away his soul. .I asked him why he came to this point, his expression became depressed, he may have told me the reason, maybe not, but I know, he is innocent, after all, he was such a good person, someone will do this His fate was forced upon him.

No matter who that person is, I will kill him, or, her.

Scar
Zheng did spend the most frightening week.

For seven whole days, there was no third child, no Xu Ting, and the school was crowded with people, but he seemed to have fallen into a wilderness, with no end in sight, only endless concrete roads stretching under his bowed head.He wasn't in the same class or even the same grade as them, and he didn't dare to set foot on a floor full of strangers.I finally set foot on it once, but I don’t know who to ask: where are they?Are you ok?Are you still in class?It wasn't until he lost contact that he realized that he didn't have any of their phone numbers. The only thing he could do was to go to the newsstand after school and read the city's daily and evening newspapers.

The third brother's brother died, Zheng Que thought, even if he didn't die, he fell from a building. Such a big event should be on the news.While he was afraid of seeing it, he wanted to see it at the same time. The second boot was hanging in the air, and it was still not coming down, making Zheng Que shake like a sieve in the warm evening wind.

"If you don't buy it, don't rummage around." The old man looking at the stall showed disgust, stretched out a wooden ruler, and tapped it on the back of Zheng Que's hand with a "click". He looked down and saw a red mark on the back of his hand, but his fingers were It was all black, cold sweat mixed with ink, and the paper was in a mess.Zheng Que couldn't speak, he got nothing, he could only hook his head and kick the stones to walk away slowly.

A lonely person is shameful, but only when trouble comes can one know the value of loneliness.Zheng Que wandered alone for a few days, and trouble finally found him.

"You're crazy." Dadong patted Zheng Que's shoulder with his fat palm, as if stamped with a red-hot seal, "I stopped saying hello when I saw you. Your third brother didn't teach you civilization Are you polite?"

To say hello is to be beaten, and not to say hello is also to be beaten.Zheng Que, who is used to being bullied, has already understood this point. It is better to save a little dignity for himself than to suffer.He stiffened his neck, trying not to fall down so quickly.

"It's probably impossible to teach, and the third child himself is not a good guy."

"The brother of the rapist, how could he be any better?"

"The rapist is dead, brother is going to take over!"

The rough throats of the followers took turns to boo, and Dadong grinned: "Hey, do you think that birds of a feather gather together and people are divided into groups? Let's beat him up, are we doing justice for the heavens?"

Zheng Que's heart tightened, and he grabbed Dadong's skirt: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I think you took the wrong medicine." Dadong's eyes darkened, he stretched out his hand, and forcibly opened Zheng Que's fingers one by one, "It's good if you dare to touch my clothes."

Before Zheng Zhen could react, a heavy blow to his right cheek had already made him crumbling.He was kicked on the knee, and then pushed into the mud of a small pond. The beating was delayed for half a semester, and it was hard to escape in the end.Zheng Que held his head and said nothing, he was adapting, waiting, and even a little distracted - the pain will gradually decrease, similar to pleasure.The first stroke is the most painful, the second stroke is the most painful, and there is no big difference between the fifth stroke and the No.20 stroke.Zheng Que was surrounded by a group of half-sized boys, all he could see was kicking towards his calves, and the Jordan logo on the upper was shining brightly. I guess I would never have imagined that the sneakers signed by him would be so unsportsmanlike.

Afterwards, Zheng Que remembered the jackknife in his trouser pocket again.All together, he thought.Well, the younger you are, the easier it is to die.He touched the steel handle with his hand, the polished surface was fine and smooth, and there was a raised dot at the bottom. With a light press, the sharp blade would come out of its sheath and help him slash open another person's chest and abdomen.who?Zheng Que held his head, identifying Dadong's position in the confusion, three, two, one, he finally found the gap, and stabbed Dadong's calf with a knife.

The knife was so sharp that it almost slid into the flesh, like a piece of red-hot iron sliding into butter.Dadong even kicked him one more time, and then, realizing that something was wrong, he lowered his head.

Zheng Que pulled out the knife, blood spurted out almost immediately.Unlike the phony syrupy ketchup you see on TV, real blood is stinky, thick, and disgusting.Zheng Que wiped away the splash of blood on his cheeks, and slowly got up from the ground.The besieged half-children were stunned, and took two steps back in unison, leaving only Dadong sitting on the ground, screaming like a pig: "Blood! Blood! Quick! Call someone!" Ah! Murder!"

As long as you see Zheng Que's eyes, you can know that he is not exaggerating.Injury alone is not enough, Zheng made up his mind: I want him to die, today and now, there is no room for negotiation.The boys fled, leaving only Zheng Que, Zheng Que's knife, and Zheng Que's prey.He has no expression, his eyeballs are hidden under the shadow of the brow bone, staring straight at the target, only staring at the target, neither fast nor slow, approaching the target step by step.Dadong stopped barking, his face was numb and blank as he predicted his own fate, death was getting closer and closer, and the seven o'clock chiming clock rang "bang bang".The sun was setting.Zheng Que's knife pointed at the second button on Dadong's chest.

At this time, a pair of delicate white Converse stepped into this forbidden area.The female voice was soft and sweet, but it was unexpectedly hard to refuse."Enough is enough," she said.

Zheng Que felt that he was trapped, and the warm body restrained him from behind, like a hug, restraining his hand holding the knife.He turned his head slowly.

It's Xu Ting.

Dadong finally came back to his senses, and suddenly raised his voice: "You...you...you came just in time! Help! He's going to kill someone! Call the police!"

Xu Ting frowned: "Aren't you a man, you are justified in beating someone, right? Get lost!" Dadong wanted to say something, but Zheng Que took another step forward, and he let out a "wow" , limping away.

"Don't stop me." Seeing Dadong run away, Zheng Chue said harsh words, but his hands finally shook.Xu Ting took out a handkerchief and wiped his face: "You really intend to kill someone."

Xu Ting didn't wear a school uniform, and she didn't have a schoolbag on her body. She was very close, the sweet fragrance in her hair was steaming, and her little white skirt was swaying in the wind.Zheng Que was in a daze: "Why are you here?"

"My school, why can't I come." Xu Ting pursed her lips and swallowed the overtones: "...If I don't come, you will become a juvenile delinquent."

"So what? I'm going to kill him."

"It's not that easy to kill someone." Xu Ting finished wiping his face, then took Zheng Que's knife, carefully wiped the blood stains from the crevices, and folded the blade back into the sheath: "Why do you want him to die?"

"He bullied me." Zheng Que's eyes were red: "He...he talked nonsense about the third child."

"What did he say?"

"He said that the third brother's brother is a rapist, he..."

Xu Ting's hand stopped, and the jackknife was put back, and Zheng Que felt a chill in his palm.

"How do you know he's talking nonsense." She raised the end of her eyes slightly, inexplicably terrified: "Do you know what happened at his house last week?"

Zheng Que was a little shocked, Xu Ting actually dared to bring up this matter: "I...you used me, you wanted to get close to the third child from the beginning..."

"Yes, because I know the third brother's younger brother. No, it's too cheap to know him." Xu Ting simply agreed: "Do you know that he was in a car accident before? Do you know what happened to him?"

Zheng Que heard a thud in his ear drums, and a wave of heat flowed down from his back.His intuition felt ominous.

"A year ago, he wanted to have a relationship with me, but I refused him, so he asked me out, saying that he wanted to have a good talk, but he actually planned to be tough."

Zheng Que's eyes widened.

"I was terrified, broke free from him and ran out...while chasing me, he was hit by a van."

fatal
How long does it take to unlock a phone's combination lock?
half an hour.

Brush machine, jailbreak, password cracking tool.I have also worked in the black market, where Apple mobile phones are a kind of hard currency, made of lithium and silicon gold, no one cares about the origin, only the model and quality.The mobile phone in front of me is a new model, shiny and upright, and it only takes a blink of an eye to get rid of it.

How long does it take to unlock a phone's combination lock?
five seconds.

This is his cell phone.While he was asleep, he passed it into my hands.I rubbed the case, rich gold—that's what they call it, the smooth back cover seems to smooth out fingerprints.Half an hour ago, he had just survived a round of reactions, sweating profusely, lying on the bed panting deeply, when the sudden bell rang.

He's been locked out of me for a week and this is the first call he's had.I took out the phone from his coat, and the name on the screen was like a ball of fire, which suddenly burned the whole shell. It was a woman's name, and he noted her as: Wife.Of course he was married, otherwise where would that heavy wedding ring come from.But, but... I was panicking while pinching my phone. I looked up and saw him opening his eyes with difficulty. He looked at me, opening and closing his lips: "Don't answer it."

Don't answer?

I stared blankly at the screen until it returned to black silence.Looking up again, he was completely unconscious. For the first time in two days, I couldn't wake him up.

But wife?

He is in the prime of life, rich, has a wife, has a family, and must have a house and a car. Every time I get to know him better, I don’t understand him anymore. He already has almost everything I want, why do I let myself go? Almost died in the slum dump?I want to know him, but I don't know where to start. If he doesn't say anything, I can only ask for his mobile phone.The fingerprint lock didn’t respond, it’s okay, some people can crack the code, I saved that small machine to open the door, maybe it’s the smell of the night wind on my face, maybe it’s the brightness of the star in the sky, I thought of something, and my heart moved, He raised his hand and entered a set of numbers.

In five seconds, the screen turned on, and the starry sky on the wallpaper was fully visible. My heart rushed to my throat, and it was stuck there, unable to swallow for a long time.

He always remembers.He used a password that belonged to us to unlock my life that was not in it, and spread it out in front of me.

I looked at his photo album, he seldom takes pictures, and the only few pictures seem to be taken by others.Playing ball, running, lowering his head, concentrating on writing, the top of his hair is thick and black.There is also a photo of him and her, with a faint smile, holding his neck and arms. The background should be a foreign country. I have never seen such a splendid castle and blue sky.

I found his company through the landline number stored in his address book.After connecting, a sweet female voice asked: "Cedar Group, how can I help you?" My heart jumped to my throat, and I hung up prevaricatingly.The Cedar Group, I thought, was my destination.

I got off the car at Qualcomm Plaza, and the atmosphere of the bustling business district made me cringe.The cedar building stands at the end, and the metallic glass exterior wall looks like the scales of a monster.People are everywhere, coming and going, and those related to him are hidden in the thousands of people.I walked in and was stopped by security within two steps. "What are you doing?" he said, squeezing my shoulders firmly.In my panic, I glimpsed the sign for the recruitment of cleaners. This must be God's arrangement.

My new job gave me easy access to his wife.Her office, her books and files, her spare stockings of perfume floss, her last drawer that was locked.I stalked her over the noise of the vacuum cleaner, photographed her secretly, and pieced together her face bit by bit.She was beautiful and a perfect match for him, but she didn't seem worried about his disappearance.She goes to and from get off work, her makeup is exquisite, and her complexion is as usual. Occasionally, a man comes to her and takes out a paper bag. His eyes will connect with each other as he delivers it, and she will show a happy smile when his fingertips intertwine.He is like that, how can she still laugh?I didn't understand, I pried open her drawer while I was changing shifts, the paper bag was opened, and I found a small bag of white powder and a syringe.

That's right, only her, no one else could make him go this far except her.

I carefully concealed my travel route. Before I got home, I would go to the dark alley to change the indigo jumpsuit. I hid all the things related to her in the closet. I didn’t want him to notice my whereabouts. At this moment, I have to show everything: I told him, leave that woman, she is the one who hurt you, killed you, she has another one.He didn't speak, and ate the fruit I had peeled in silence.Then he said, "It's so hot, I want to take a shower."

I unshackled him, and an hour later, he was gone, along with a change of T-shirt I gave him, and a jackknife buried under the crumbs of the peel.The steaming water vapor was like the reverberation of his escape into nothingness. I turned on the faucet, closed the bathroom window, and didn't chase it out. I knew in my heart that something had slipped into an irreparable abyss.I didn't bother to find him, anyway, a day later, he appeared in her office, maybe they had a fight, maybe they didn't, and when I saw it, the knife had already slipped into her chest.

I took full responsibility to help him deal with the next thing.The garbage truck next door is not spacious, but it fits her petite body just right. Before that, I pulled out the blade, wiped off the fingerprints, and held the handle to cut straight into her spleen, her stomach and intestines. , her lungs, to become an accomplice, this is a necessary procedure.He was terrified, his hands were covered with blood, and he trembled like an innocent lamb.

"Blood...blood...the smell of blood..." He murmured, nervously intertwined his fingers and tightened them. I wiped it for him, handed him the clean shirt, and sprayed the perfume on the table.

I said to him: "Let's go, it's okay, I'm here." He changed his clothes, sniffed his left shoulder, and walked out like sleepwalking, while I waited for a while, I had to cover up the blood on the carpet, It is also necessary to ensure that he survives innocently. Cleanliness alone is not enough. I thought of a plan.

To hide a roll of blood-stained rugs, tuck it into a pile of dirty rugs for recycling.To hide a victim, hide her among many victims.I was the one who killed, and the other people I killed are the best evidence.If the massacre started with Xu Ziqian who was "killed" in the smoking area at the back door on the first floor of the Cedar Building, no one would investigate what happened in the office on the nineteenth floor.

(End of this chapter)