sin drinker

Chapter 3 A serial murder (3)
When Dadong led his attendants to block the school gate, he absolutely did not expect to see such a scene: Zheng Zhen came out, as usual, looking like he owed someone to punch him twice.But he was holding the third child's bicycle.

It was indeed the car of the third child, because the third child followed behind with his pockets in his pockets, kicking Zheng Que's ass from time to time: "Hurry up, you haven't eaten."

"Third brother, where is this coming from?" Dadong went up to greet him.The third child smiled and handed over a cigarette: "What's more, I let you go yesterday. I was unlucky. Not only did I fall into the pit, but I was also caught by Lao Zhou, just because of this little bastard."

"I heard, why, do you want my brother to beat you up?"

"Thank you. I don't think a beating is enough to relieve my anger." The third child pointed at Zheng Que, "Like this, we have to clean up slowly."

Dadong turned his head to look at Zheng Que, his face was flushed from holding the bicycle for a long time, his arms were trembling, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.Dadong twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression a little satisfied: "This idea is not bad, thanks to you thinking of it."

"Don't worry, there are still many ways." The third child raised his hand to look at his watch, "It's getting late, I have something to do, let's talk later."

"Well, take it easy, don't run into Lao Zhou again."

"Can you say something nice..."

The third child and Dadong cursed and frolicked for a while, and finally led Zheng Que away.Turning the corner of the street, seeing that no one was following, he stopped his steps and winked at Zheng Que.

Zheng Que also stopped, staring blankly at the third child, without moving.

"Tsk, you haven't lifted enough, put it down." The third child made a gesture to kick again, Zheng Que suddenly realized.

"Why are you helping me?"

"Did I tell you to help me?"

"Then what is this for?"

"Why don't you do it, it's fun." The third child stretched out his hand to pull the bicycle over, and stepped up with his legs. "This week, people will wait for you every day. If you don't want to be beaten, go on." When he pedaled, the wings of his jacket were blown by the wind. It swelled up and disappeared immediately.

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"I told you, if you can't drink it, don't drink it. Why are you pretending to be here." Wang Shiqi leaned against the door of the bathroom with a teacup in his hand, watching Zheng Yuan holding on to the toilet tightly, "Adult, be careful."

"Who said I drank alcohol." Zheng Yuan wiped the corner of his mouth and stood up, dizzy, "It's just a little disgusting."

"Ah? Really didn't drink?" Wang Shiqi poked his nose and sniffled, "So she's pregnant?"

Zheng Yuan took the teacup in disgust: "I said, can you be a little more formal."

"I'm happy, can you control it?" Wang Shiqi followed Zheng Yuan all the way to the living room, "Why, did you meet a real opponent?"

"Not really, I just can't understand it, and I can't pry it open." Zheng Yuan collapsed on the sofa, quietly sipping hot tea, "It's not the first time I've interviewed a murderer. I've seen a lot of perverts. It's the shit, the money, the fetishes, the thrill of the kill, this guy is perfectly normal."

"Isn't it normal?"

"It's just too normal. Why would a normal person pretend to be a pervert?"

"I don't think he looks like a normal person." Wang Shiqi muttered.Didn't he know that he caught the man with his own hands, and when the car arrived at Qualcomm Plaza, he locked onto the target at first sight. The snow-white top and bright red sleeves were very eye-catching.He didn't bother to shout, because his feet were covered with blood when he opened the car door, and when he looked up, the skinny man was staring at him blankly from the opposite side, with a blank face.

Only then did Wang Shiqi see clearly that those were not red sleeves, but the man's arms were soaked in blood, other people's blood.

"It didn't go very well today, our presupposition was overturned." Zheng Yuan's voice was full of fatigue, "That man was sent up by himself, have you forgotten?"

Wang Shiqi was stunned for a moment, and then showed his original expression. Zheng Yuan knew that he also remembered the video shot by passers-by.

"So now there is nothing special about the deceased."

"Who said, there are no men, but not necessarily women." Wang Shiqi showed that expression of overachiever again, Zheng Yuan just wanted to hit him after seeing it, "I checked the report, the murderer's methods were rough, every victim It was more or less stained with the blood of the previous person, only she was clean."

Zheng Yuan raised his eyebrows: "So she was the first? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I just saw it today, okay! This matter is almost closed, you think everyone is as active as me." Wang Shiqi sat down angrily, tapped his fingers on the coffee table, raised his index finger to point Looking at Zheng Yuan: "Suppose it's you, rushing to the square with a knife and planning to stab a few people..."

Zheng Yuan stared at him, Wang Shiqi awkwardly turned his finger away, and pointed at Heibei who was dozing off with his head tilted to the side: "It's him, it's fine. Suppose my Heibei rushed to the square with a knife and planned to stab a few people." , the first time you must choose the one with a high success rate.”

"The suspect is 1.7 meters tall and weighs less than [-] kilograms. The first victim is a woman with a petite figure, which makes sense."

"But there is another point. The behavior of most indiscriminate murderers is gradual. The first step is to test the water, and the later the more they let go. Have you ever heard of red eyes? This is good, it's all the other way around. Well, the first knife cut was deep, with many wounds, and killed seven times, and the subsequent knife marks were shallow, with few wounds, not counting the one who acted bravely, and all the others survived."

"That's not necessarily the case, what if he shows cowardice?" Zheng Yuan raised his bar, "Who has really killed someone before? After stabbing the first one to death, his hands softened and his energy was released, and then..."

A grunt interrupted Zheng Yuan's conjecture, he lowered his head, it was his stomach growling.

"Hungry just after throwing up, you really don't suffer." Wang Shiqi teased him while looking at his watch, "It's already eight o'clock, hey, where's your kid, don't worry about food?"

Zheng Yuan went to search under the coffee table without looking up, "There is a takeaway order at home."

"Let me tell you, raising a son is not as important as raising a dog for me." Wang Shiqi frowned, "This age is just getting old, and you don't care about it."

"It doesn't matter, he thinks my cooking is unpalatable, so he just doesn't do it." Zheng Yuan looked up, "Hey, why doesn't your family even have a takeaway phone?"

"You're a big takeaway, grandpa, I'm sorry for my life, okay? Wait, I'll cook the noodles." Wang Shiqi got up and went into the kitchen, and poked his head out again at the end, with a hesitant face, "I said...is it because of him? It looks like a small leaf..."

"Where did you learn to be such a slut." Zheng Yuan kicked a slipper over, and the kitchen door slammed shut.

It was past eleven o'clock when Zheng Yuan returned home.The living room was dark, with only a little yellow light peeking through the crack in the door of the small room.He took off his shoes slowly, and Wang Shiqi's words played back in his mind at this moment:
"Let me tell you, why is raising a son less important than raising a dog for me?"

Zheng Yuan's heart trembled, he dropped the backpack and walked to the door of the small room, just about to press down the handle, he put it back after a second thought, and knocked on the door.

After a long time, there was a voice from inside the door: "What are you doing?"

"have you eaten?"

"My hands hurt, I don't want to eat."

What does hand pain have to do with eating?Zheng Yuan thought about it, he didn't say anything, he just took out his wallet and stuffed 100 yuan into the crack of the door. "Then eat more tomorrow."

"Ah."

The conversation was over, but Zheng Yuan was not in a hurry to leave, he stood facing the door, very close, so close that the hot air he exhaled would return immediately.When was the last time they spoke?Zheng Yuan couldn't remember it, just looking at those murders and arson every day was enough for him, plus moving back and forth, changing jobs, getting a job and naturalization, his son seemed to be just a shadow, with his head down, following him over and over again Walk.

What about earlier?Earlier, that was when Xiaoye was still there.Xiaoye, just thinking of this name made Zheng Yuan's mouth bitter.How wonderful it was at that time. When I got home and opened the door, I could always see Xiaoye running around the room with a fat and white dumpling in her arms. The child was crying, the pot was ringing, and the faint smell of burning polluted the air in April. It is lively, intimate and warm.His little leaf, the little leaf with fluttering black eyes, why didn't he even leave his whole body in the end?
"Is there anything else? It's okay, I'm going to sleep." Another voice came from across the door, Zheng Yuan was startled, and then realized that he had stood for a long time, and his toes were numb.

"You sleep, you sleep." Zheng Yuan turned around and left like a thief, and within two steps he heard a "click", and even the faint yellow light went out.Zheng Yuan stood in the blue night, a chill ran up his back.

Not good, he thought, there is no escape tonight.

He stumbled and fell into the bedroom, rummaging through the sleeping pills tremblingly.But since he moved in, his room has only one bed, plus a pile of large and small cardboard boxes, except for a set of bedding and a few pieces of clothing, he has not had time to unpack anything.

Zheng Yuan pawed and tore open boxes one by one, the trivial details of his life gradually revealed, without exception, covered with a thin layer of dust.A Moka pot, a souvenir Wang Shiqi brought back from his first trip abroad at public expense.When he saw Zheng Yuan filling the coffee powder, he was shocked: "What? Isn't this thing for cooking noodles?" A softball glove, issued by the school team when he was studying, he was thin and couldn't run fast , will always be assigned to the outfield, and even wearing gloves rarely have the opportunity to appear on the field.A set of purple sand tea set, the first year's award for outstanding journalists, the spout accidentally broke a corner, and it was used correctly, and a layer of patina was washed out.There is also a photo album, Zheng Yuan doesn't like to take pictures, every time he is pointed at by the camera, he feels a huge sense of discomfort, his hands and feet are ridiculously redundant.On the contrary, Xiaoye has added a lot of photos since she came here. Her face is small and white, her figure is slender and photogenic. More than half of this album is of her.No, don't think about Xiao Ye, what did the doctor say?Yes, divert attention, divert attention...

What are you afraid of?Zheng Yuan shook his hand, and a dossier fell out of the album's interlayer.Zheng Yuan didn't dare to look down, he could only stretch his fingers tremblingly, touching the fluffed kraft paper bag, he could recite what was inside without opening it.

It was a gift left to him by the murderer back then, about Xiaoye's last remembrance.Missing person report, case filing, no death certificate, because the body was not found in the end, replaced by five Polaroid photo papers, milky white square frame, in order to frame five familiar parts, hands, breasts, calves, toes, Face.

The same is white, soft, slender and beautiful, but it was cut off.

Zheng Yuan recalled his mood when he received the last photo. He didn't have the heaven and earth shattering as he imagined, but he flashed a sentence inexplicably: Xiaoye doesn't look like a dead person.

The sudden eight words finally made Zheng Yuan resign and change jobs, moved out of the province, and received three years of psychological intervention treatment.He couldn't understand why he couldn't cry and get drunk like ordinary people and let everything pass, just like he couldn't understand why the murderer wanted to attack Xiaoye back then.

It was him who caused the matter, and it should be him who died.

Zheng Yuan hugged the bag, but couldn't shed tears, he could only make a weak cry.

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"You're scared." Zheng Yuan heard a voice from the opposite side as soon as he sat down. He had never felt that anyone's voice was so harsh.

"It's just that I didn't sleep well." Zheng Yuan threw a stack of newspapers on the table. He knew that emotions were the most taboo at this time, but he was still a human being, and everyone would have emotions. "The newspaper you asked for."

Wu Hui's dry finger stuck out from between the railings, and the prison guard cleared his throat: "Take it back, you are not allowed to hand over any items during the interview."

Wu Hui turned his head to look at Zheng Yuan, there was no pleading in his eyes.If he spoke, he would probably just let him figure it out: Wanna mess it up?If you have the ability, sit still and don't move.

Zheng Yuan hates his determination, not only him, but also his whole life, the whole world, they seem to be convinced that he has no way to resist, and will only carry everything down with his head sullen.

Complaints belong to complaints, in fact Zheng Yuan still spread out the newspapers and held them up one by one, six copies, both local and overseas, the case of Qualcomm Plaza, the headline on the front page.Wu Hui's attention was attracted, he smelled drugs like an addict, his whole face was very close, it seemed that with a little more force, the narrow face could pass through between the two iron bars.Zheng Yuan didn't like the look in his eyes, the eyeballs rolling up and down seemed to roll onto his skin through the newspaper, like ants and magma.

"What are you looking at?"

"What do you say?"

"You have finished reading the article, and now there is a request from above. The focus of the report is on the brave Yuan Jiashu. There are no details of the murder, and there is not much description of you. I guess you don't want to read it carefully." Zheng Yuan was too lazy to engage in psychological warfare and sent out A straight shot: "You're looking at pictures of dead people. Why?"

Wu Hui raised the corner of his mouth: "What do you people who write articles say? Use your works to speak. My works are also speaking."

"Then what is your work saying?"

"They are singing, laughing at your stupidity, thanking my good fortune, no, in fact, you are not the stupidest one, at least you have caught up here. Others, they let go on the day I confessed."

"You are not that important. After the coffin is finalized, letting go is the right choice."

"But you didn't let go."

"As I said, this is my job."

"I know, you've done a good job." Wu Hui leaned back in his chair with a sincere tone, "Reporter Zheng Da, who specializes in major cases, has followed several murder scenes, and has received news reports at a young age. Award, the future is boundless."

Zheng Yuan felt the malice hidden behind that: "What do you want to say?"

Wu Hui picked at his nails: "It's nothing, new newspapers come here slowly, but old newspapers are quite complete, especially the Legal Weekly. I flipped through it and gained a lot."

Zheng Yuan suddenly couldn't wait to leave.There is a quarter of an hour left in the interview.Never mind, he thought, must go now.

However, Wu Hui's voice still pierced like a rusty blunt knife: "You say it's interesting, but you write about other people's killing and dismembering their bodies every day, and then the head falls on you. Hey, your wife's case is so exciting, it's more exciting than mine. It’s so exciting, why don’t you write? Is it because you didn’t find the body, so you don’t feel like writing it?”

There was a burst of sharp noise in Zheng Yuan's ears, and the picture in front of him shook like a frame.He knows he needs to stay calm, but this time he's moving faster than he can reason.He stretched out his hand over the railing and grabbed Wu Hui by the neckline. Wu Hui hit the railing with a "bang" sound.

"Hey! You! Let go! Let me go!" The prison guards of the detention center rushed up, and Zheng Yuan felt that he was being released by a forceful address.He was like a defeated dog panting unwillingly under the restraint of the rein.Wu Hui had already been pushed to the ground, Zheng Yuan couldn't see him, but he could hear his sharp laughter, which made Zheng Yuan's head congest with blood.

(End of this chapter)