Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 242
Shoucheng Zhu on the bed reacted, with a ragged, hoarse, snorting sound in his throat, like a pig with its hooves tied and unable to move.
Xiaochi Chi looked at him: “Mr. Zhu, how come you didn’t tell the police that I hit you, didn’t you see me?”
Shoucheng Zhu slanted two slit-like blue-yellow eyes from the bandage, and his breathing became rapid.
“Ah, I forgot, there is no surveillance in that area, you have no way to prove that I hit you.” Xiaochi Chi tsked with regret, “What a pity, if you had gone to sue me, I would have been able to take this recording to the police, and this ……”
Xiaochi Chi took out a developed photo and flicked it in front of him.
The photo still smells like fresh developer water.
Shoucheng Zhu let out a cry of “ah”, both painful and anxious, but Xiaochi Chi had already retrieved the photo and tapped it against his palm: “A highly respected teacher, molesting a student in an alley late at night, such news, perhaps more than a good student The news is probably more worthy of gossip than a good student falling to his death from a burglary, don’t you think?”
Shoucheng Zhu, with his breath and anxiety, his body trembled lightly as waves of hot blood rushed towards his badly damaged brain, making him dizzy: “Ah… ah ……”
Xiaochi Chi approached the bed and shoved all the worst information into his head: “What did you say? Teacher, speak louder, I can’t hear you. …… Where do you want me to post the picture? On the bulletin board at the front of the school, or on the cell phones of all your colleagues, or I could make thousands of flyers and distribute them to parents in front of your school? Let them see how you, the dying cow, plan to eat the young grass?”
He said, he put the photos back into the book bag compartment, properly put, then turned his face: “how these two things will come in handy, I still have to calculate a good deal. Don’t worry, I will take good care of them for you until you get well. How they are to be used, after that, I would love to hear your opinion.”
As the last few words were being spoken, Shoucheng Zhu’s son came in with a large cup of hot water.
Xiaochi Chi then naturally changed the subject, “Mr. Zhu, get some rest and get well soon. I will visit you often.”
He stood up, faced Shoucheng Zhu’s son, and smiled, “Uncle, I’ll go first then.”
Shoucheng Zhu’s son’s knowledge of the previous “burglary” case was limited to his father’s verbal account, and Shoucheng Zhu could not tell his son the same story he told the police, lest he run to question Xiaochi Chi and expose himself instead, so his impression of Xiaochi He had a pretty good impression of Xiaochi Chi: “Thank you for your trouble, and for bringing something. But my father he is very badly injured now, the doctor has said that he can only eat liquid food, you’d better take this apple back with you, so that it doesn’t spoil ……”
Xiaochi Chi didn’t push back and reached into the net, “Uncle, let me take one. The rest can be made into apple juice and eaten together with the liquid food. Apples are good for your health, let Mr. Zhu eat more of them, you can live a long life.”
Such a sentence, the bed Shoucheng Zhu anxiously sweating, only suspected that the apple poison, but there is no way to say, afraid that his son to go to the police report, so that the recordings and photos together with the disclosure, a headache like a pounding in the brain.
With such a sweet mouth, Shoucheng Zhu’s son has a better impression of the boy.
He sent Xiaochi Chi out the door and instructed him that he was very busy at work and that if his father insisted on staying here, he would hire a nanny to take care of him. When the time comes, he also asked Xiaochi Chi to visit the house more often and take care of his father’s health for him.
Xiaochi Chi smiles genuinely, “Definitely.”
After seeing Shoucheng Zhu’s son back to his room, Xiaochi Chi went to the nurses’ station.
At the nurse’s station, Cai Fang, the apple-faced nurse who showed him the way, was still there.
Xiaochi Chi’s smile was bright and straightforward: “Nurse sister, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Anyone likes a polite and good-looking boy, and the little apple-faced nurse was no exception as she leaned forward on her arms and asked him, “So he can show you his homework?”
Xiaochi Chi scratched the back of his head with embarrassment, “I didn’t think Mr. Zhu was really hurt that badly.”
“Why would I lie to you?” The nurse shook her head, “He was injured like that, his head was so edematous that he couldn’t see anything, and you said you wanted to show him his homework. Not to mention the word, the oldest living person in front of him hanging around he may not see clearly ……”
As we were talking, the emergency pager on the wall rang at first.
The young nurse immediately discontinued the small talk.
On the other end of the pager was the anxious voice of Shoucheng Zhu’s son: “Someone! Somebody! My dad is in bad shape!”
The young nurse hurriedly got up and went forward to check the situation.
And Xiaochi Chi, with a big smile on her face, turned away and brushed past the doctors and nurses running in front of her.
He held up the apple and took a gentle bite.
The granularity of the apple skin and the fresh sweetness of the flesh blossom in layers between Xiaochi Chi’s lips and tongue.
Xiaochi Chi knows everything.
After disposing of the blood on the iron bar, he then used a lighter to roast the surface of the bar from end to end, went to a suburban dump and threw it into a pile of garbage.
He has checked the information and the recording cannot be used as direct evidence to prove a person’s guilt.
Last night, he listened to the recording over and over again, confirming that in addition to the whimpering sound of the boy suspected of being muffled, what Shoucheng Zhu said can be explained by “borrowing gloves from students” to excuse.
Then Xiaochi Chi will not give him any chance to explain to the public.
Since he could not prove his guilt by producing the recordings, he had to create a prison for himself and lock Shoucheng Zhu in it.
He wants Shoucheng Zhu to let this matter rot in his stomach, rotten into a cavity of bitter water, rotten into poison, but also can only be stored, until he poisoned himself.
In order to gag Shoucheng Zhu, Xiaochi Chi needed something more powerful than a recording to choke the old fox.
So he went to the nurse to ask if Shoucheng Zhu, who had just been removed from danger, could see clearly.
After getting a negative answer, what he had prepared would come in handy.
Sitting in the small garden of the hospital, Xiaochi Chi took the so-called “photo” out of his school bag.
The situation was critical and he simply did not have the tools to be able to do the filming.
So he brought a photo that he treasured and borrowed a little developer and applied it to the back of the photo, deliberately laying a maze for Shoucheng Zhu.
And in this maze, there is not even a person, a white blanket of snow.
Above the snow, two human figures holding hands are printed.
At that time, Ying Lou and Xiaochi Chi, one was 13 and the other was 11.
On a snowy day, they came out to play and had a snowball fight with the other kids in the silo.
When the two join forces, they are invincible in battle.
After winning, Xiaochi Chi, who had rolled all over the snow, ran to Ying Lou’s beck and call and crouched down while she brushed the snowflakes from his head before they melted into his hair.
Xiaochi Chi tilted his head and looked at him for a long time before calling him softly, “Brother.”
Ying Lou concentrates: “Hmm?”
Xiaochi Chi said, “Brother, I want to roll around in the snow with you.”
Ying Lou’s hand paused and said helplessly and amusingly, “Childish words. It’s not like you’ve never seen snow before.”
Xiaochi Chi: “I want it.”
Ying Lou thought about it, “Well, I’ll hear the reason.”
Xiaochi Chi’s head was filled with fantastically romantic thoughts, “If we were two pandas, wouldn’t we feel happy rolling from one end to the other in the snow together?”
Ying Lou : “Okay, you play the panda, I’m the keeper who specializes in feeding pandas.”
Xiaochi Chi justified: “No, I’m the only panda, how silly is that?”
Finally, the keeper compromised and agreed to be a giant panda who would accompany the young panda in his silliness.
Behind the silo, there is a large area of untouched flat snow, knee-deep enough for two people to toss around for a while.
As a result, Xiaochi Chi himself did not turn over twice, then a little embarrassed, turned over from the snow to get up: “seems really silly.”
Ying Lou also rolled up from the snow and wiped the snow foam off his mouth: “Silly, isn’t it?”
Xiaochi Chi looked at him and harrumphed.
Ying Lou was a little annoyed: “Still laughing at me, do you know what you look like?”
Xiaochi Chi small animal shaking hair like a quick shake of the head, the head and face of the snow off a large: “I do not know do not know.”
Ying Lou got up, went back home, got a repaired second-hand camera, aimed at the panda print of two hands holding hands in the snow, and clicked the picture.
Xiaochi Chi wondered, “What’s this for?”
Ying Lou laughed and replied, “It’s a souvenir for the two pandas.”
Xiaochi Chi walked out of the hospital and instead of going back to school, he went back home to the spot where Ying Lou fell.
In the winter of a few years ago, they held hands and branded two human forms in the snow.
In the not-so-distant summer, his body crashed to the ground, leaving a puddle of dark red blood and a human figure made of duct tape on the floor.
In the present, Xiaochi Chi staggered to the ground covered with a thin layer of snow and collapsed on his back.
Snow penetrated the clothes on his back while he held the photo he had been cupping in his hand up against his feverish cheek, blocking out the light shining on his face.
On the back of the photo is Ying Lou’s inscription after the photo was printed.
“On XX X days, XX years, the big and small pandas left their marks here.”
Now, only one lonely panda is left, missing the other.
Xiaochi Chi put the photo into his heart while making a good conception.
He wants to make full use of the recording and this “non-existent” photo to convince the Zhu.
Xiaochi Chi will not take these things to the police, he wants to keep them to torture Shoucheng Zhu, so that he learns what fear is, so that he is immersed in the fear of being exposed at any time, life is worse than death.
He will still carry a weapon with him, and if Shoucheng Zhu dares to violently rob or burglarize a house, he will kill him himself and then release the recording with reference to what he did to Ying Lou and blame it all on him.
However, things don’t always work out the way we want them to.
Within a day of Xiaochi Chi’s departure from the hospital, Shoucheng Zhu was given two consecutive critical illness notices.
On the third day, Xiaochi Chi received the notice.
Shoucheng Zhu is dead.
Maybe he killed them, maybe he scared them to death.
…… and who knows.
The police station had no clue about the vicious attack.
They couldn’t find the murder weapon, the footprints were completely covered with snow, the young boy who had recently come home with Shoucheng Zhu often didn’t know anything about the police questions, his mother was unusually forceful, saying that it was none of my children’s business, and even the victim himself failed to provide a valid testimony before his death.
Considering the question of motive, Lao Dai did call Xiaochi Chi, who had accused Shoucheng Zhu of sexual assault, for some questioning.
But Xiaochi Chi, who has been trained by Dai himself, has learned to use “I don’t know” to answer all the questions, with a calm attitude with a hint of surprise, so Dai couldn’t pick a single mistake.
In the end, it was Yu Zi who really helped Xiaochi Chi get off the hook.
Yu Zi said that on the day of the murder, she met Xiaochi Chi on the road after school and took him back to her single dormitory and cooked him dumplings to eat.
The low level of local crime-solving skills helped Shoucheng Zhu get off, and Xiaochi Chi.
After Yu Zi took Xiaochi Chi out of the police station, he didn’t say a word to him.
Since then, she has never seen Xiaochi Chi again, and even when she occasionally meets him on the road, Yu Zi pretends not to see him.
…… two people are strange like two pieces of drifting duckweed that only brush the edge of the shoulder.
At the end of school one day after leaving the police station, Xiaochi Chi was called by a woman.
She introduced herself, “I’m Gujin’s mother.”
Gujin is the name of the little boy Xiaochi Chi saved that day.
She took Xiaochi Chi to one of the best local restaurants and told him to order whatever he wanted.
“Gujin was timid and came home that day and told me everything.” The woman spoke of it with a look of pleasure, “The old thing died well.”
“Don’t worry, son. I told Gujin to forget that incident completely and say he didn’t know whatever they asked in front of the police. Since you saved him, we can’t be heartless.”
Xiaochi Chi smiled, took a chopstick of the dish and stuffed it into his mouth.
The dish followed the empty heart and fell into the bottomless abyss.
Revenge is indeed a happy thing, the only thing that is difficult to resist is the revenge, the heart is suddenly taken away from the clean, bewildering to the extreme emptiness.
Shoucheng Zhu died so quickly that his life evaporated and Xiaochi Chi’s heart revealed a huge, hideous hole.
This hole appeared the moment Ying Lou fell.
…… is painful.
It hurt so much that he couldn’t cry out.
The guilt characteristic of those who have survived a great disaster fills Xiaochi Chi.
Every day when he opened his eyes, he wondered why it was me who was alive.
Why did Ying Lou fall down the stairs that day?
What if instead of asking for help, he had gone to help Ying Lou?
What if he doesn’t go to Shoucheng Zhu’s house for tutoring?
……
Countless questions weave a seamless web, turning into invisible air, wrapping him tightly in it.
Gradually, opening your eyes every morning has become something that requires a lot of courage.
It’s so painful and tiring.
Is it such a sin to live.
Just as he had planned Shoucheng Zhu’s death, Xiaochi Chi began to plan his own death in earnest.
He can’t die in school.
Xiaochi Chi did not hate the school, and if he had jumped off the school building or slit his wrists in the school bathroom, knowing his parents, he would have been unrelenting in his claim against the school.
He didn’t want to die at home either. He no longer had that strong love-hate for his parents, and home had no meaning for him, not as a place of hate or a place of peace of mind worthy of being a place to return to.
In other locations, it is also bad to jump where where the value depreciates.
Later, he selected a bridge.
It should be a good place to fall from the bridge, fall into the water and be carried away by the water.
In the next monthly exam, Xiaochi Chi took the first place.
No one could tell what he was feeling.
In the eyes of his classmates, he was no different than usual.
Someone coaxed, “University bully, buy dinner.”
Xiaochi Chi smiled and said, “Definitely.”
He really invited his close friends to dinner, and in order to avoid leaving a psychological shadow on them, Xiaochi Chi deliberately delayed for several days before climbing the bridge that he had been watching for a long time in the dead of night.
In the darkness of the night, you can not see the water, you can only hear the gurgling water.
Xiaochi Chi imagined that the river would take him to the nearest river, and he would go downstream, leaving this screaming place, wrapped by the waves, like a rolling baby panda, rolling and rolling, until he reached the person he wanted to see, then lying at his feet, hugging his pant legs, never to leave again.
…… is too tired.
Xiaochi Chi was overjoyed at the thought of not having to wake up so hard tomorrow morning.
He left a suicide note on himself and jumped into the rolling waves.
His suicide note consisted of only six words.
“I’ve been here. I abstained.”
……
It is here that the chord of time’s resonance shifts subtly.
This is the story of Xiaochi Chi in a parallel world, and Xiaochi Chi has experienced all of it, no less.
He smashed Shoucheng Zhu’s head in that snowy night, scared Shoucheng Zhu to death in the hospital, and also sat quietly on the guardrail by the bridge that night.
The only difference is that he didn’t jump.
Just because, the original Xiaochi Chi suddenly remembered one thing.
…… What happens to dog meat when no one feeds it.
It has bad eyes and doesn’t know it’s dead, will it turn around and look for him?
Will it be too loud because of the screaming, was drugged?
By this, he thought of more.
Xiaochi Chi thought about Ying Lou’s room and how, if she died, that room would be emptied and filled with baby stuff.
Besides him, who else can really remember Ying Lou and never forget him for the rest of his life?
Xiaochi Chi looked at the darkness under his feet, lifted his leg and flipped back over the outside railing.
He slowly walked back home, sleepwalking through the city in small steps, and eventually, came to the Beimang Cemetery.
Xiaochi Chi awkwardly climbed over the iron fence, found Ying Lou’s tombstone, and leaned on it reassuringly.
He brushed the tombstone with the back of his hand and thought, “It’s good that Lou can’t see me the way I am now.
In his mind, he will always be the willful, naive, childish brother, not a calculating, blood-stained murderer with his hands.
How nice.
……
After reading the world line, which was almost identical to everything he remembered, Xiaochi Chi put down his glass.
This body is still too young to withstand the stimulation of foreign wine.
…… He was a little drunk.
So Xiaochi Chi’s alcohol-paralyzed nerves didn’t allow him to react appropriately when a man stood in front of him, slightly out of breath.
He looked up and gave a smiling expression, “There you are ……”
The visitor, however, embraced him directly into his arms without a word.
Xiaochi Chi was confused by the hug.
The physical contact made him instinctively resist a little, but the familiar taste, body heat, but he unconsciously lost his breath.
Xiaochi Chi was softly pressed into the man’s arms, and was just about to speak when she raised her eyes and saw a familiar figure in front of the public school across the street…
Shoucheng Zhu and a short boy in his second year step out of school laughing and talking.
He looked at the boy’s eyes, filled with a strange light that screamed sickening.
