Extortion
I’m alone in the night.
One.
Blackmail was my idea, and I’ve never seen him before.
The torturer is the owner of a media company, and my wife dreamt of being her subordinate. She was a dream writer who wanted to write about real life, but the torturer only allowed her to pursue hot spots.
There have been serial killings in our city some time ago, and the perpetrators have been caught, contributing a lot of traffic to the media, and have been busy with dreams.
I was unemployed during this time, and this family was used to support my poor dreams. In order to take care of my self-esteem, she never said how hard she was, fell asleep at home late every night, and was careful in her daily life and never reminded me of her incompetence.
The dream lasted two months, writing almost 100 articles, collecting a wave of traffic for the company and once becoming the head media.
She was invited to the best restaurant in town for dinner alone and threatened to surprise her.
“Dream, you did well. But to do better, capabilities are not the most important. “You know what I mean. I’m sorry.
“Yes. I’m sorry.
“You know what I’m talking about.” I’m sorry.
The following day, she was expelled from prison by mail. The reason was that she was too old to be fit for the job and that he had recovered the copyright of the dream book and only given her poor minimum salary.
“It’s not good enough to get a college student to do it, but the company is very nice to the old people, and there’s a lot of suitcases left to draw the prize last year, so you can choose the color, but only one.” I’m sorry.
The dream was that at that time she wanted to hit her head with an office chair, while the wind reached her neck in a dastardly manner.
“Dreams, the company’s decision is perfectly legitimate. But if you smash it, it’s against the law. I’m sorry.
She was drunk in her dreams and scolded her ass with her words, otherwise I didn’t know she had been so hard for months.
I found a U-disk when I helped her clean up the mess. It was a useless administrative file, except for a folder.
There are many naked photographs and videos of women, most of whom are asleep. The man’s face is coded, judging from his voice, and dreams confirm that it’s torture.
“Turn him! “This is the proof! I’m sorry.
“No, it’s money.”
In the dream, he hesitated: “Rape is illegal.” I’m sorry.
“We punished him for the children who were taken, and it was not blackmail, but pay. I’m sorry.
The dream was moved by me, and an anonymous e-mail was sent to the torturer, with a very representative photo on the U-disk.
“How much do you want?” I’m sorry.
I figured that these years of torture cost about 200,000.
It was just an e-mail when the hands were shaking, an extra zero, and 200,000 turned into 2 million.
In our midst, the wind simply answered: “Yes. Come to Myeongju House 14 tomorrow night, pay and delete, you’re the only one. I’m sorry.
Two.
At 10:00 p.m., I sent my dream to the Myeongju villa. The house of torture is in the corner of the villas, dark, like a beast with no good intentions. The security guards slowly left with electric power and next patrol here for at least 20 minutes. And the dream and the torturer pay off the photo and it’ll be done in five minutes.
There was some hesitation on the way to the house, and she was on fire.
“Fuck, don’t give me any money! I’m sorry.
Checking for pre-prepared wolf sprays and alarms, and dreamt of high-fiveing me, so I got out of the car and headed straight for villa 14.
It went so well, I couldn’t help but remember what happened after the money. Two million is enough for us to live in peace and security in this city, and I have secretly backed up the picture, which means that torture can give us perhaps more than two million.
I’ve been thinking for 10 minutes, and the house lights have been on, and when I’m in a hurry, I’m dreaming about calling, and the listeners are screaming.
Help me!
This was followed by men ‘ s scoldings, which were accompanied by bad signals, and then the telephone was hung up.
I’m dialing over. The phone’s not answering.
Even with sprays and alarms, women are useless in front of men’s physical strength, and the hysteria has led us to forget that he still has the dog jumps.
I broke through the villa fence and headed straight for number 14.
The main door of the villa was unlocked, and I ran into the house while I was screaming in my dreams, and nobody answered.
I fell behind you. There’s a touch on the toe, soft on the outside, hard on the inside.
There was a bad feeling about it, and I was shuddering to turn on my cell phone flashlight, and the body was slowly in the light, covered in blood. I put my finger in his nostrils and didn’t breathe.
I love her, I can’t lose her, just like the West can’t lose Jerusalem.
In a dream, the client of the torturer was a traveler, using a lot of travelers to pay off. The boxes are of extremely poor quality and are considered waste.
The tailings are now piled up by the walls of the villa.
I wiped the fingerprints from my dream, picked a brand-new traveler box, and it’s called a soup food.
I tried a few times, I couldn’t put him in a box, I couldn’t even sit in it.
Fuck you.
I jumped up the lid and jumped a few times, banging, or a few, and the body was as soft as a yoga master.
Pull the zipper, I’m tired too.
“Honey!”
The dream suddenly appeared out of the dark and stomped into my arms. She’s scared and her skinny body is shaking.
“What took you so long? I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry, I’m done. Let’s go now. I’m sorry.
“But I haven’t seen him yet. I can’t reach him without a signal.”
It was only when I pushed my dream into a dream, when I was in a state of shock, and I found the lights on the house, that I saw that there were pictures of many tortures on the wall that were different from those of the body.
“A strange man touched me, I stunned him with a vase in a hurry, and he fell and tried to touch me. I went upstairs to hide and I called you. Where is he?”
3
To rip off the zipper, the man in the suitcase is twisted like a transvestite.
I can’t help it.
“I didn’t kill him. I’m sorry.
“I know, let’s put the body in and contact the torture later. I’m sorry.
I found a zipper and tried to stuff the body, but it wasn’t big enough for me to put all the shapes.
Dreaming a little bit from fear, a woman is handy and fixes the zipper of the previous box.
I just stuffed the body back when someone knocked.
The monitor at the door showed a young face in a security uniform, but no answer was forthcoming, and he pulled out the key and opened the door.
I got my throat, I couldn’t help it, I got my butt up, I couldn’t pull the zipper, the door opened.
The guards saw us. The three of us are dead.
“Who is it that gives you the right to trespass?” I’m sorry.
“I’m… I’m security. “Mrs. Xin asked me to clean up the garbage in the villa today.” Aren’t you Mrs. Xing?”
“Oh, I am. I’m busy today, you come back tomorrow. I’m sorry.
But there’s a picture of his wife on the fucking wall.
Zhang comes back and pulls out his truncheons with caution: “What is it? How did you get in? Don’t… don’t move. I’ve practiced. I’m sorry.
“We’re friends of the torturer. We’re here to meet him tonight. You can clean up some other time…”
The small one pulls out the truncheon, turns on the switch, and there are four sharp sparks on the top of the truncheon.
“Who are you messing with?”
I’ve been talking a little bit, and I’ve been getting a little more assertive and flipping the walkie-talkie.
“The newspaper… reporting to headquarters, this is Xiao Zhang.
“I’m his personal assistant, and so is he. I’m sorry.
“Personal assistant, you know. “In the dream of a hair-stucking, softly touching a small face. The young man rose red-faced and took a step back.
“I can call the torturer to prove it, but this kind of thing doesn’t usually get outsiders to know, otherwise when he gets angry, some security guards lose their jobs. I’m sorry.
Zhang finally learned: “I understand that I am not lying.” Sister-in-law, can I clean the garbage first? Or she’ll yell at me. I’m sorry.
“Then hold on tight. I’m sorry.
“You’re going to sit in a different place,” she pointed at me, and said, “Mrs. Xin says these suitcases are garbage, they can’t be delivered. I’m sorry.
“I can’t say that either,” and I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m like, I’m sorry.
Little Chang was staring at me, and I looked down, and the trunk was bleeding and dyed my ass red.
“I have a hemorrhoid, a bit serious. I’m sorry.
Little Zhang stares at my ass and looks at my dreams and wonders how he can raise his thumb at me.
“Big Brother, you can see. I’m sorry.
Bullshit, it’s not what you think! I’m sorry.
In a hurry, I stood up and explained that the suitcase had been opened and that the body had been found.
“Kills! I’m sorry.
The little Zhang pushed the door, and I jumped up and pulled him back, pressed him with weight, and Zhang fought hard and bit my hand to bleed.
Don’t yell, it was an accident! I’m sorry.
“Big Brother, spare me. “I know the code for the safe, I beg you to leave me alone! I’m sorry.
4
On the second floor of the villa, in the study room, the decorations were extremely ancient, although the large safes against the walls were in some way counterproductive.
He thinks we’re murderers, scared shitless and knows everything.
“There was a day when I helped the torturer park, he drank too much, said his family had at least millions of cash, and he told me when I asked him about the safe. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you use it yourself? I’m sorry.
“I’m… I’m scared. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.
I found the gauze in my dream and covered my hand.
She said, “It’s a burglary to open a safe, and we’re guilty of a crime.” I’m sorry.
“Not necessarily. I said, “U’s in our hands. The torture winds can’t call the police. Besides, he doesn’t care about millions. I’m sorry.
# Can be small #
“He’s an accomplice to the safe, and he’s gonna give him some money. I’m sorry.
I looked across the street and he was scared.
“You… do whatever you want. Don’t scare me. I have a heart attack. I’m sorry.
I typed it on the safe’s panel by the password provided by a small sheet. He also stretched his head and looked at the safe with expectations.
Twist, the password is in effect. The safe door is open.
Shit!
I made the same scream in my dream with Chang.
The body of the torturer was disassembled in eight large pieces and placed in a vacuum and in a safe. He’s got his head on the outside, with his eyes open and his eyes open.
5
Little Chang is real, it’s just the wind.
And there’s no money in the safe.
There’s no point in the U-drive.
I’ve killed a man and a little bit of a burden.
Quiet.
A little pair of eyes turned white and stood up on the ground, and his face was getting purple.
“He has a heart attack! I’m sorry.
In the dream came to press the small chest.
Zhang is no better, his lips are white.
What do we do, breathe?
“This type of person usually wears a quick-impact heart-saving pill. I’m sorry.
I went all over my body, and I felt a bottle in my pocket. But it’s empty.
Viagra can cure heart disease! “There must be something in the torture drawer! I’m sorry.
Indeed, I turned into a small bottle of blue pills in my drawer, and I was aiming for a small mouth, and the small one was struggling hard, and the lower body was holding up, and the breath was calm and the struggle stopped.
There was another noise coming from the door downstairs, and a woman entered the house in a nice manner.
I couldn’t think. I followed my dream of putting Zhang in the bookshelve and looking for a place to hide, just to close the door of the study. The two ran to one room on the third floor and hid in an open door — a closet or a ladies’ closet.
The lady came in and turned on the light. She came straight to our hiding cabinet, and I held my wife’s hand tight, as wet and lush as I did. We hold our breath and pray that Madame will not come any closer.
But that’s not the way it was. Madame pulled the door and laughed.
Six.
The light came in, but the lady didn’t notice us hiding in the corner under a variety of fancy costumes.
She’s staring at the other side of the cabinet, there’s a dark box, and she opens it, and it’s full of fun underwear, and it’s a big scale.
The lady chooses the biggest one, and the door is changed in shame.
The lady is well maintained, but some parts are not preserved by maintenance, for example, the emptiness of the emptiness and the failure of the meteor hammer.
The wife changed her underwear, put on a real silk robe, leaned over the bed and sent a message to the boss. Words are clear and sound like a man’s goosebumps and stomach acid.
“Honey, your kitty is ready. I’m sorry.
“The kittens are wearing your favorite underwear, waiting for the master. I’m sorry.
Meow
I was sick, but my dream didn’t respond.
She stares at those beautiful dresses, looks like she’s welded to death, her fingers are groaning, she moves softly, she’s afraid of hurting the material.
You haven’t bought new clothes for years, let alone big cards.
I told her many times to buy her clothes, shoes, jewelry and dreams that she didn’t want to live in peace.
But I didn’t buy it once.
Outside the door, the lady had a short breath and had a strong cough, and it was clear that there was too much talk and thirst.
The mattress was squeaky, the lady was pouring water, she stepped on the floor barefoot, and the footsteps went away and left the room.
Let’s go. I’m sorry.
I whispered, and I quickly retreated and crossed the door, but I didn’t move.
She put on the lace of the dress and tried to take it off.
“I’ll buy it for you later.” I’m sorry.
I held her in my arms and ran. She instinctively surrounded my neck and looked back at the dress.
Last time she got married, she was heavier and stronger.
Faced with her friends and friends, she held me around her neck and made a big commitment with her breath:
“I’m only going to write for my favorite. I’m sorry.
How did she get so thin? Or, how did I get so weak?
I ran down the stairs, I had no strength, my legs were soft, two people fell on the floor. In the dark, I rose up and held my dream hand to the door.
Wrong.
There’s a hard thing in there. It’s a diamond ring.
But there’s no such thing.
The ringer screamed and threw me away and turned on the light.
Under the luxurious lights of chandeliers, madame looked at me with horror and dreams, a pair of broken breeds.
7
“We’re here to clean the garbage! I’m sorry.
I’m going to strike first and grab two suitcases like they were.
“But I’m calling the security guard.” I’m sorry.
“Oh, Zhang’s got something to do tonight. He paid for us both. I’m sorry.
“I see. I’m sorry.
Her wife was concerned about being held in a dream and pretending to cover her face with her forehead.
“I’m fine, thank you, ma’am. I’m sorry.
“Just call your sister-in-law. You’re dreaming, right? Old Chang told me about you. I’m sorry.
I’m desperate to put my masked hand down in my sleep.
But the lady seemed completely relaxed, and she dressed her robe and greeted us with enthusiasm.
“I’ve read all the articles you’ve written. It’s just as good as seeing a murderer. I told him to raise your salary. Has he gone up yet? I’m sorry.
“He opened me up. I’m sorry.
I also want to cry for what happened to my dream and what happened tonight.
The wife pulled out her cell phone and phoned the torturer, and was not answered.
“I see. “You two are here tonight to find him, but you didn’t think he was home, did you? This son-of-a-bitch forced the young man into a house! I’m sorry.
“Sister-in-law, we have no choice. I’m sorry.
I cried even more in my dream, and I held her tight and covered her body with my heart beating out of fear.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t call the police. Madame smiled, and it was kind, “I’ll go to the safe and get you some cash, if I have to. I’m sorry.
Don’t, sister-in-law!
I’ll stop Madame.
“We don’t need money. Don’t go to the second floor. I’m sorry.
“How did you know the safe was on the second floor? I’m sorry.
Madame is staring at us with a suspicious look.
“Did you two open the safe and kill him and stuff the body inside? I’m sorry.
The dream of crying stopped, and my legs were soft and I kneeled.
“Look at you two. I was just imitating a dream article. Yeah, it’s too late today. You two go back first. The old man’s coming back to transfer you. I’m sorry.
I followed my dream of an amnesty and walked outside the door on a big walk.
“Wait, you can’t go like this! I’m sorry.
Madame stood in the shadows around the corner of the stairs, stretched out her arms and called us out of sight.
“You two just left the neighborhood to get suspicious and move these suitcases, so the security guards don’t ask. I’m sorry.
“Thank you, madame. I’m sorry.
I’m grateful for the slugs and I’ve had a dream, and the two men are lifting up the suitcase with the bodies and walking outside the door.
No, the body’s getting lighter.
One of them fell off the floor, fell a pile of crap.
The most visible aim was a meat cutter with shreds of flesh and a bloody dress. The dress was customised, and the wife’s name was written on the side of the strap.
“Hey, no way. I’m sorry.
Madame came out of the shadows with a pistol and a pen to me.
8
I sat back on the sofa again with my dream, and thus shivering.
That’s just the angle of a picture on the wall. That’s a picture of a lady who won a shooting championship.
Madame ordered a cigarette. Very elegant.
“Dream, I really appreciate you. Look what you wrote. I feel sorry for the killer. I’m sorry.
And he said, “I don’t understand why you killed him, and all dressed up to seduce him to come home.” I’m sorry.
“Who says it’s for him? Madame laughs, “Doggies have long lost their role as men and have to buy women to satisfy their vanity!” He took all the money from the safe and didn’t tell me. I’m sorry.
The more you talk, the more you hold your gun, the more I raise my hands, the more I say it.
“I’ve seen him go bad. I’m sorry.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. “And when I’m done with him, I’ll go away.” I’m sorry.
When she mentioned “Biang”, she had a red twilight on her face, and she took out her phone again.
“Master, where are you? Cat needs you. I’m sorry.
And while my wife’s hair is swollen, I’m snuggling her muscles.
Bang.
A bullet rubbed my eyebrow on the wall and jumped in the back of my head.
“The next shot in your eye, believe it or not? “We trained to shoot pigeons, every bullet in my left eye came out of my right eye.” I’m sorry.
“Master, what are you doing? Before we leave tonight, we’ll have to deal with two bodies. I’m sorry.
“King, you…”
Madame’s third voice was not spoken, and we all heard some sort of depressing voice.
It’s like a cell phone vibrating in a closed space right behind me and my wife.
Bang, the hood’s broken again.
The body appeared in a ghost position, and the mobile phone in the pocket vibrated with the busy sound from the lady’s ear.
“Sister-in-law, it was an accident. I’m sorry.
“It’s an accident for your mother! I’m sorry.
The husband and the master passed away, and she left her wife completely without grace, bending her finger and pulling the trigger.
The sound of the hammer went off, and the lights of the villa suddenly went out.
In the dark, I fell into a dream and rolled, and the fire of the gun went after us, and the bullet went off to the ground, and it hit me. I put up a suitcase in front of me, bandaged my body and prayed I couldn’t die here.
The shootings are getting closer and Madame is using the gun to judge our position with the sound of a bullet.
Aah!
Ma’am was so shocked, she fell.
The light is on again, madame is lying still on the ground, and the chandelier in the living room is embedded in her head.
It appears that the shooting was indiscriminate, resulting in a jumper hitting the lightline.
I said, “It seems like the house is always out of power, thanks to the fact that it was not bought.” I’m sorry.
“You don’t brag to die. “I turned off the lighting of the villa with an infrared remote control on my phone.” I’m sorry.
I let my wife go, she pushes the door and says I’m leaving.
I grabbed her and took a deep sip of the cigarette, which was so strong that I coughed for so long, and gave her my breath in the back of my sleep.
“I’ve just noticed that the house’s electrical brand is highly customized to use mobile phone app for control and needs to be personally certified. I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
“Why do you control the electrics at the torture house? How do you know there’s Viagra in the torturer drawer? I’m sorry.
“This villa and the renovations are in his name for public funds, and he asked me to help with the renovations. I’m sorry.
“Never heard you mention it. I’m sorry.
“Don’t bullshit it. What now?”
Once again, I was in silence with my dream, and my twisted humble brother was laughing at us.
For each body added, the difficulty of handling is exponential.
“Forget it all. Forget we were here. I’m sorry.
“One you can’t handle. “The suitcases are so bad. I’m sorry.
“There are so many suitcases of good quality, the one who just took the bullet for us…”
It is true that several of the boxes in the vicinity have been blown off and that the boxes we just used as shields are intact.
It’s not much, it’s heavy. It’s loaded with a hundred dollars in pink, just $2 million.
It smells good when bullets are caught in the middle of a banknote with smoke in their holes.
We looked at each other, we cried, we started with some depression, we cried for a while, we just opened our throats and we yelled, and for a moment we even forgot that the security guard would patrol.
All the suffering tonight, worth it.
9
I’ll drive the car to the river and I’ll dump the body.
There are three identical suitcases in the backseat: Brother KIM, Chang, money.
Push the door, the night wind comes through the window. It’s so nice.
I meant to dream about helping, but she sat on the co-driver with her legs, and the lights cut her face into light and shadow, and it was cloudy.
“Honey, should we take this money? I’m sorry.
“No, but we need money. I’m sorry.
The suitcase is heavy, the money can stimulate my nerves, but my body is at its limit.
Help me!
I’ll fight with my eyes.
“You’re gonna have to have the Virgin Mother’s disease right now, right? I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry. I’ve never had a bad dream before. I couldn’t get out to help.
“You have no idea how much I need this money. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“You know shit. I’m sorry.
I roll up my sleeves and pull the case to the river. The gauze on his hands was red, and the teeth prints were bleeding and never stopped.
“You know why I’m unemployed? I found leukemia and didn’t dare tell you. I’m sorry.
I took off the gauze, tore my clothes, put my hands back together, it didn’t hurt, it was cold.
The dream was silent, I pulled my suitcase near the river and suddenly it moved.
Let me out!
Once again, the hood of the suitcase was blown open, and a small man in black came out of it and crawled with his hands. I stopped for a moment and ran a few steps forward and stepped on him.
It’s wrong, shit.
“Let me go, I’m just a regular private detective! I’m sorry.
“Your SpongeBob’s watching too much. What kind of host crab is that? I’m sorry.
“The boss’s wife hired me to find evidence of the boss’s violation. I hid in my suitcase and I fell asleep today. I’m sorry.
“In the dream, give me a hand! I’ll buy you a dress tomorrow! I’m sorry.
“She doesn’t want to share money with you! She’s having an affair with the boss!”
“What are you talking about?” I stopped.
“She comes to the villa every night to sleep with her.” Last night she was wearing a set of green lingerie! I’m sorry.
“You fart!”
She finally got out of the car and even tried to beat the little guy.
“Look at her phone! I’m sorry.
“Do you believe in strangers? I’m sorry.
Two men sweared in my curse, and they almost scratched my face.
I covered the mouth of a small man who couldn’t open his mouth, took his coat off in a hurry and looked at his wife in a provocative manner.
What I know is that she’s gone when I wake up every night when she comes home.
She knows the house’s appliances. She knows the boss’s Viagra.
In a dream, let me go, one of them unbuttons.
“Don’t prove it. He’s right. I didn’t work overtime. Do you know the color of my lingerie?”
In a peaceful dream, the shirt was pulled out of his pants and the flat abdomen were fertilizing, but the eyes were cold.
The engine’s panting, the little guy starts my car.
I watched the car start, accelerated and headed for the road.
Then drop the anchor.
The little guy locked the door, I hit the window, but I couldn’t break the glass. And most of the bricks were buried in the sand, and We kneeled on the ground, scratching the earth like dogs.
And a poor woman’s shoe turned her head, and I crawled on my knees and picked it up, and he stepped on the bricks, and the white feet were so sharp.
“Take it up. I’m sorry.
“You’re killing someone. You killed people to save your own life. I’m sorry.
“Fuck! You pretended to be your mother, Mother of God! When you slept with me, you thought I’d let you live. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
I can feel her warm tears running down my neck.
As I was about to hold her, she pushed me away and turned away.
“I’ll turn myself in. I’ll take care of everything tonight. It’s none of your business. Thank you for killing people for me. I’m sorry.
“You dare go!”
I didn’t mean to chase her after her dream quickly — the riverside was not close to the police station, and it was not too late to deal with this little guy.
The bricks fell on my once-love car, and the glass broke fast, just like I had in my dreams.
The little guy was holding on to the door and watched with fear the web cracks on the window.
My phone vibrates for a long time. It’s a strange number. I hang up. It rings again, repeatedly, with great patience.
I pick it up and keep smashing the window.
“Mr. Liu Yi? There’s some noise over there. I’m sorry.
Say something. I’m sorry.
“I’m here at the donation centre…”
“Fuck, I’m not dead yet. I’m sorry.
“I know. You had a bone marrow transplant booked by Miss Dreams. You’re not a good match, but we found the right guy. That’s the cost, because Miss Dream promised us five years of night care free, so we’re exempt from $200,000, but you’re paying for the two million bone marrow. You’re paying for it in one-off. I’m sorry.
10
I hang up the phone, pull the door.
“Go away. I’m sorry.
The little one laughed, and he said, “Boss, you’re a loser. I’m sorry.
Say again?
This time the little guy easily subdued me.
“You really think I can’t beat you? I’m a blubber. I hate patients’ blood. You’re such a loser. I’m sorry.
“What’s the power of bullying cancer patients? I’m sorry.
“You’re a loser without cancer. I didn’t see a dream when I was peeping, but you didn’t have the courage to believe her, much less forgive her. I’m sorry.
He’s right.
“I’ve seen a lot of people like you, and I’ve had a lot of trouble, and I’ve got a lot of bad tempers, but I’ve always been lucky, and I’ve always had a lot of people around. I’m sorry.
“If you have the guts, call the police and arrest me. I’m sorry.
“I won’t call the police. The more people like you, the bigger my workload. We’ll never see each other again. Take the money and live. I’m sorry.
The little one is getting away, and I’m looking at the big money in the suitcase in silence, and I’m in a state of shock.
I gave a long voice to the dream.
“You’re selfish, vanity, greed, colorful, small chests, broad waists, thick legs, big ass. I’ve been planning to dump you. I didn’t want to share the money with you. You’re just a tool. You’re not going to give yourself up when I’m done with these bodies. I’m sorry.
After I had spoken, I drove to the police station, and I dreamt of calling, and I hung up and said something.
And the voice of Madame.
“Good show, but I’m not dead. I have your daughter-in-law. Bring the money back. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
I finally got back to the villa before dawn.
The villa was still dark, and the door was pushed into the house, and the lady stood still in the moonlight and said nothing.
“Madam, the money is here.”
I opened the suitcase, showed the money in it, and in order to show that I didn’t do anything, I came out with a twitching display.
“All right, here we go.”
I pushed a money up to Madame’s right. The chandelier hit her right side of the forehead, and the bleeding must have affected her right eye. And then I jumped at her.
But just threw out the money and the light went on.
The banknotes were spilling, slashing the lady’s naked body, and it was very exciting, and the lady wasn’t moving.
She was stripped naked and hung on the roof of the shed, covered with bruises, and cold.
Following the stairs, the little man was wearing a raincoat, coercing his dreams with his wife’s gun and walking down.
“Big brother, I didn’t expect to see you again. My sister-in-law went back to the villa to find her cell phone. I followed her all the way. Such a good woman, you don’t treasure it, I treasure it for you. I’m sorry.
“Who the fuck are you? I’m sorry.
“You should have seen me many times in her article. “I’m the sick murderer.” I’m sorry.
“The dream was for you. I’m sorry.
“She deserved to die!”
And the murderer was hysteriad at his dream hair, screaming: “She made me up a background, made me up of my origins, made me weak!” But I killed to prove I’m better than anyone else! Dreams, torture, all hell!
“Damn it, all of it, me too. I’m sorry.
I threw a suitcase with two million in it in front of a murderer: “It’s dirty and it’s money, in exchange for dream life.” I’m sorry.
The killer laughed, and the barrel of the gun was stuck in his sleep.
“I need to wait till now for money? The money is mine after you die. I’m sorry.
In a painful dream, the blood shatters with tears, the murderer slaps her in the face, and he uses her body to wipe out the blood.
“You’re not weak. “I found smoke in the clothes next to my wife’s body, three at a time.
“You’re a fucking chicken, you killed a woman or an old man…”
“You didn’t even watch the news? I killed the most young people. Don’t get mad at me. It’s useless. I’m sorry.
“Bullshit, you can’t even handle a cancer patient. You can’t even prove yourself like this. I’m sorry.
I put my hand to the top, and I challenged the killer, “Look what’s strong, weak, you have a gun.” I’m sorry.
Bang!
With the gunshots, the killer pushed me into a dream, and he jumped me over several steps and hit me with a pistol, and the more painful I was, the more he was.
“You must die first!”
Soon I was dying, coughing blood. Madam’s smoke is too hot for three of them to smoke together, and my lungs are already weak because of leukemia. Blood sprayed on a murderous raincoat, and he hit harder.
I suddenly coughed up a bloodbath, shot a killer in front of the door, and he could’ve run away, and I pulled my hand out of my pants.
I’m holding a little truncheon, four sharp pricks of the truncheon, and I’m no longer strong enough to get into it.
“It says you’re a loser. I’m sorry.
“You are. I’m sorry.
I turned on the truncheon switch, the light stone fire, the blue light swung up with blood on the raincoat, and the killer screamed,
I picked up the gun and pointed it at his head.
“Honey, don’t kill. Let’s get the killer.
“Get the fuck out of here. I’m sorry.
I’m out of my dreams and I’m slapping her to learn how to kill.
“You know why I got to the villa so late? I went to get a ticket and got a fake ID. If it wasn’t for your mother, you’d have explained it to the police yourself, asshole. I’m sorry.
I pulled the trigger and took all the money.
12
The killer shot me with that gun and I stepped on it.
The trunk covers were open and the banknotes spread out in a raging wind and drifted out of the window through the window.
The more the car drives, the more the money spreads, the more the blood bleeds.
The car ran out of dust in the RMB, and I smiled and hit the wheel, smashing the fence and slamming it towards the river.
Before I went to the villa, I went home and hid half my money under the bed.
It took a lot of time to find a road without cameras.
A lot of people died tonight, and it’s impossible for the police not to be alarmed.
But the torturer and the wife are dead, and no one knows how much is in the torturer’s safe.
After tonight, you don’t have to work overtime, you don’t have to watch your mouth, you don’t have to wear blast shoes.
She could live like a wedding vow:
“I’m only going to write for my favorite. I’m sorry.
The end–
□ Mulan without long breasts
Record number: YX01W2mWReJAeJ2Bn
Summer witnesses.
I’m alone in the night.
The Insane Man. Wait.
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