Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 241
Xiaochi Chi squatting under the stairs feeding the dog.
Dog meat is not a puppy anymore, but still likes to cuddle Xiaochi Chi and pamper him.
After playing with Xiaochi Chi, the dog meat again not dying to go around him, barking once or twice into the air, as if to catch Lou Shadow who is playing hide-and-seek with him.
Xiaochi Chi, carrying the rice, chased the dog that was wandering around: “Dinner is ready, I’m leaving if you don’t eat.”
The dog had to turn back reluctantly, lowered his head and ate two bites, the dog’s hair slightly erect, raised his eyes covered with white shades, as if asking why it was not good.
“I didn’t do well.” Xiaochi Chi squatted down, hugged the dog’s neck and admitted his mistake softly, “I’ll keep trying.”
The dog was also good, giving a tame owl from his throat, nuzzling Xiaochi Chi’s chin with his ear, and then continuing to eat with his head down.
Xiaochi Chi was hugging the dog meat when the pagoda-like shadow came over him again.
One knee rested against his back and rubbed ambiguously.
Shoucheng Zhu’s ghostly bass voice came from behind: ” Chi Xiao, come to feed the dog again.”
Xiaochi Chi didn’t even look back.
He hung his face very low, tightened his shoulders, imagining that he was now in the middle of the cold, after the psychological implication, his original goose bumps are spreading in a big way.
…… He’s playing “Fear”.
Such a soft gesture makes the back tug even more indulgent.
But Xiaochi Chi’s negative – emotions quickly infected the dog, the dog stopped eating, the hair on his back layer of fried up, showing white teeth, barked twice at the dark enemy fierce.
Soon, some residents upstairs of the silo cursed: “Which dead dog? What’s the matter with you in the middle of the day? I’ll kill you tomorrow!”
Fearing that people might bump into him, Shoucheng Zhu had to leave with a longing face.
Xiaochi Chi turned his head to look at him, met his eyes, and turned his head back again.
Shoucheng Zhu, who looked back one step at a time, smiled brightly at his back and went upstairs contentedly.
After he left, Xiaochi Chi continued to feed the dog without expression, little by little, scratching and smoothing the dog’s erected hair.
There is nothing that can be done about Shoucheng Zhu, Xiaochi Chi.
The only weapon he has is himself.
Xiaochi Chi puts up with his sickening, one-off disgusting harassment with a rather clear purpose.
Shoucheng Zhu is so skilled, it certainly won’t be the first time, nor is it likely to be the last.
Xiaochi Chi’s goal is to be his “next”.
He bought pencil sharpeners at the kiosk, the kind every child carries, sharpened to an extreme sharpness, and carried around as stationery without arousing anyone’s suspicion.
He had a small tape recorder given to him by Lou Shadow to record his voice and carried it daily, never leaving his body.
He pretended to be afraid, pretended to be weak, every time he saw him, run, can not run, pretend to be invisible, constantly untraceable to fuel his arrogance.
Xiaochi Chi was waiting for an opportunity to wait until Shoucheng Zhu had slowed down and regained his grip on him.
As soon as he was called to “tutor” again, that was the day of opportunity.
What he wants to do is to let Shoucheng Zhu leave enough marks on his body to prove his guilt, and then slit his throat with the pencil sharpener he has prepared.
When the time comes, he can tell the police that Shoucheng Zhu wanted to do that to him and he had no choice but to kill him because of self-defense.
The knife is for sharpening pencils and the tape recorder is for recording his voice.
When the time comes, he will buy a megaphone and play the disgusting things he said in the silo, in his school, so that he will be famous after his death and become the ancestral joke of the people in the area.
But he underestimated the old fox’s caution.
After the last accident, Shoucheng Zhu also learned a lesson.
Although Xiaochi Chi is now as well-trained as a puppy, he still remembers Xiaochi Chi’s near-mad resistance.
Learning from experience, although Xiaochi Chi is a tempting piece of meat, but since it is not easy to eat into the mouth, there is no need to take too much risk for him.
Xiaochi Chi soon realized this.
So he began a protracted stalking and tailing.
Xiaochi Chi got a set of school uniform of the public junior high school where Shoucheng Zhu teaches, and spent 20 yuan to get a forged student card from □□□□.
Shoucheng Zhu’s public high school is the second highest among the five local high schools and is very strict in learning.
As a result, Xiaochi Chi easily blends in with the mass of students when he appears near Shoucheng Zhu School during school hours in his school uniform.
He went to inquire about Shoucheng Zhu as a senior, and with just one cup of beef noodles, he got a lot of information about Shoucheng Zhu from a second-year student.
Shoucheng Zhu is a math teacher, with top teaching grades, excellent reputation among his classmates, good temper, never loses his temper with students, and cares about advanced students and the mental health of some children with special family situations, even the most mischievous students know how to restrain in front of him.
Not long ago, because the junior teaching task was too heavy and he was getting older, he took the initiative to apply for a transfer from the second year, not to teach the third year with the class, but to go as the first year class teacher.
The junior boy said without regret, “Mr. Zhu is so nice, whoever is taught by him is lucky.”
Xiaochi Chi laughs, “Yeah, I used to think so too.”
Xiaochi Chi believes that there must be a reason for Shoucheng Zhu to teach the first year.
As luck would have it, he soon made a discovery.
Recently, Shoucheng Zhu has been going home with a junior high school-aged boy after school on the pretext that he is on his way home.
It was a boy from a single-parent family, not bad in school, one of the students in the training class, with a hazy perception of the world, malice and sex, still in the state of blind obedience and respect to the teacher as an elementary school student, like a small dumb goose.
On the winter solstice, Shoucheng Zhu took the little boy home at noon after school and cooked him dumplings to eat.
Xiaochi Chi stood outside the second floor door in the freezing daylight, leaning against the railing with his back to the door of Shoucheng Zhu’s house, smelling the aroma of dumplings wafting out from under the threshold of the next door, clicking the lighter and lighting the cigarette, using the aroma of nicotine to calm himself down and thinking about what to do next.
Call Yu Zi now.
But nothing has happened yet, and he doesn’t know what will or won’t happen.
Xiaochi Chi hated to change places with that boy.
He knows what it’s like, and he’d rather do it himself.
Luckily, the boy returned to school with Shoucheng Zhu in the afternoon, looking neatly dressed, normal, and grateful to Shoucheng Zhu.
Xiaochi Chi is not in a hurry.
He wondered why Shoucheng Zhu didn’t do it when there was such a good opportunity.
One possibility is that he has to attend classes in the afternoon, not convenient to the boy; another possibility is that perhaps he does not want to do it in the home of a dead person.
After all, one accident is a coincidence, once again missed, two accidents, it is impossible to say.
Once he figured out this layer, Xiaochi Chi continued to wait patiently.
Shoucheng Zhu Since he has set his eyes on this little boy as his prey, he will not fail to strike.
After the winter solstice, winter break is not far away.
From Shoucheng Zhu’s school to the silo this road, Xiaochi Chi has learned it well, and even know that the surveillance in this area is a decorative, not only sparsely installed, but also broken, broken.
A blind “eye in the sky” under, breeding invisible rotting mold.
On a cold and miserable night, Xiaochi Chi once again followed the little boy and Shoucheng Zhu who took him home.
He wore headphones in one ear to listen to English, and intentionally distanced himself from them in the misshapen streets.
It had just snowed, and the thin layer of snow had absorbed all the noise between heaven and earth, and the surrounding area was surprisingly quiet, with only the muffled sound of two people’s feet crunching in the snow, and the wind chimes ringing like bicycle bells from afar.
Xiaochi Chi deliberately stretches his pace to be exactly the same as Shoucheng Zhu’s, hiding his own with the sound of his footsteps.
This is just the experience gained from countless stalking sessions, and Xiaochi Chi is prepared for another flop.
Therefore, when the footsteps suddenly stopped, he lifted his feet in mid-air and hung them without falling.
He poked his head out of the alley.
The two students and teachers, stopped in front of the iron gate of a small courtyard with a single door, close to each other, were talking about something.
Xiaochi Chi’s heart leapt.
As far as he knows, this small yard is listed for sale, just some time ago into the thief, presumably a novice, found the owner has not returned home for a long time, want to make a profit, who thought all the furniture was removed, the thief walked away empty, but also smashed a lock for nothing.
The owner of the house went out of town on business and could not come back for a while, the neighbors were not kind enough to pay for his lock, and there was nothing valuable in the house, so they symbolically took a branch and bolted the door from the outside.
In the snow, the sound of the two conversing was extraordinarily clear.
Shoucheng Zhu With a bit of blame in his voice: “…… teacher’s hands are cold, don’t you want to warm them up for the teacher?”
The little boy obviously still didn’t understand the situation: “Teacher, or I’ll give you the gloves?”
Shoucheng Zhu squatted down and looked at him with burning eyes: “No, the teacher can’t stand the cold, you just warm up the teacher, ah.”
The young boy had never seen such a Shoucheng Zhu, a time of confusion in his mind, only the hand coiled around his waist, cold and slippery, like a poisonous – snake along the waist coiled away.
In the current lack of sex-education, girls are indeed taught how to deal with assault and harassment, such as the part of the skin that can be covered by a swimsuit should never be touched by anyone, but few people think to teach boys this point.
Shoucheng Zhu raised his head slightly, and his demeanor was one of strange fascination: “Teacher’s hands are really cold.”
The little boy opened his mouth.
This time he always felt something was wrong.
He tried to scream, but Shoucheng Zhu’s experienced hand covered his mouth tightly.
The boy had not yet changed his voice, and when he whimpered under the giant palm, it resembled the cry of a small wildcat in spring and winter when it is in heat – similar to that of a baby.
Shoucheng Zhu easily pinned the boy to the wall with just one hand and turned his hand to pull the branch that was bolted to the door, not realizing that the more anxious he was, the less he could do, pushing the two iron doors to click and rattle.
The scraping of the cotton jacket, the gurgling of hot blood on the head, and the thin sound of the boy struggling and whimpering drowned out the sound of footsteps sprinting from behind.
When Shoucheng Zhu realized that something was wrong and looked back, a dull pain came from the back of his head.
Shoucheng Zhu even heard a loud, crisp click with the force.
He suspected that his skull had cracked.
But he still turned by inertia and saw the face of the visitor.
The dirty blood flowing down from his hair got into his eyes, making his face look unusually hideous.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but Xiaochi Chi had no intention of stopping, swinging a half-rusted, bloody iron pipe and smashing it head-on into his face, caving in his nose so deeply.
After the smash, he grabbed the hand of the young boy who was still dizzy and ran all the way out wildly.
I don’t know how many alleys he ran through, but he stopped by a tree.
The boy couldn’t stop panting, but on a hunch, he said “thank you brother”.
Xiaochi Chi, however, could not hear anything.
He leaned his back against the trunk of a tree, and the snow shook off the branches and landed on the back of his neck and hair.
The fresh, cold snow air flowing through his lungs put him in a particularly good mood.
Xiaochi Chi’s right hand loosened its rigid grip on the iron pipe, grabbed the shirt on his left chest with force, and let out a loud laugh, so loud that his whole body trembled and nearly collapsed.
Xiaochi Chi waited for the news overnight and learned that Shoucheng Zhu had been taken to the hospital overnight with a severe concussion and a full fracture, but he was alive and well.
Yu Zi contacted Xiaochi Chi on his cell phone the afternoon Shoucheng Zhu was released from the situation.
Yu Zi on the other end of the line opened the door: “Is it you?”
Xiaochi Chi asked, “Did he say it was me? Or did he say that someone robbed him and didn’t see the face?”
Yu Zi was silent for a while, which was tantamount to acquiescing to his speculation.
Xiaochi Chi let out a soft laugh as he bowed his head, “I knew it. Because I saw him doing that kind of thing again.”
Yu Zi : “Then you should call the police ……”
“Call the police, will you arrest him?” Xiaochi Chi hit the nail on the head, “He didn’t get away with it, I don’t have surveillance, with me, with that little boy’s mouth, what can I prove? Do you really have to wait for him to get his way before you can arrest him?”
Yu Zi was silent.
Xiaochi Chi raised his chin slightly: “Even if he loses his reputation, he can just resign voluntarily, follow his son and move elsewhere, change his name at most, and live the rest of his life freely again, can’t he?”
Yu Zi’s voice was painful but helpless: “…… Chi Xiao .”
“Since justice will not extend itself, I will do it.” Xiaochi Chi, with her eyes forward, said to the other side of the phone, “Sister Zi, goodbye.”
He hung up the phone, carried a bag of apples, and knocked on the door of Shoucheng Zhu’s hospital room.
The person who opened the door was Shoucheng Zhu’s son, a simple-looking man.
Facing his questioning gaze, Xiaochi Chi bent tamely, “Uncle, do you remember me? I am Mr. Zhu’s neighbor, and I heard he was injured, so I came to visit him.”
Shoucheng Zhu’s son was not suspicious and welcomed him in while he went outside to pour water in the pantry.
“Hello.” Xiaochi Chi sat down next to his bed, “…… Mr. Zhu.”
Shoucheng Zhu, lying on the bed, had his swollen face wrapped in gauze, with yellowish-red drops oozing around it.
He couldn’t see Shoucheng Zhu’s expression, but that didn’t stop him from doing what he did next.
Xiaochi Chi took out the small tape recorder she always carried with her and calmly pressed the play button.
“…… teacher’s hands are cold, don’t you want to warm them up for the teacher?”
