A year ago, I came to tell my wife a story.
She was frightened because of the eccentricity of the content and the fact that the details were too real.
I regret it so much after that, and I’ve stressed the story so many times. But her trust in me has collapsed and my eyes are full of fear.
That night she ran into the bathroom, locked the door and called the police.
I went to jail for that.
The matter is now covered below.
One.
I’m 42 years old, a skeptical novelist.
I’ve been married alone for years and I’ve been getting along. She was always my first faithful reader.
In addition to writing novels, I have a hobby that’s been in my life for years, that’s raising a reptile. Tortoises, frogs, lizards, these little creatures in all their forms make me fascinated.
I have set up a crawling room at home, and I have spent a lot of time building a large eco-cylinder in the room, simulating the ecological environment of the tropical rainforest and providing the pets with as much of a natural comfort as possible.
Although I’m working on a writing job, the bioengineering of undergraduates is useful now.
She had a little bit of a crush on my hobby when she first met him. But she’s a peacemaker, and she’ll love the house and the owl for a long time, and she’s starting to think that these creeps are a lot of fun.
When we got married, we had no children and we had a lot of fun. I’ve been working on it a lot, day and night, or she’s taking more care of the pet.
This evening, I’m done. It’s already zero. I’m still awake.
I went to the pet house and saw her looking at a frog.
She said, “I was afraid of these cold-blooded animals. I’m sorry.
And I said to myself, “Hero, are you afraid of animals? I’m sorry.
I thought for a moment, and suddenly a strange idea crossed my mind.
“Yes. I said, “I’m afraid of sheep. I’m sorry.
She was confused, “Why? The sheep are so gentle. I’m sorry.
‘Cause of sheep’s eyes, very weird. “You’re not sleepy. I’ll tell you a story. I’m sorry.
Late in the night, the light was dark in the house, and the long lizards looked at me.
“Secret. “Silently laughter, say it. I’m sorry.
“The owner of this story is Hermes. I’m sorry.
“How is your name?” I’m sorry.
“There’s a sense of intergenerational. I’m sorry.
Two.
– Story one–
My name is He Sheng, and I’ve always liked suspense reasoning, and I’m going to be a police officer.
At that time, I thought that life would always be easy.
The accident occurred in the summer of 1997, when I was 17 years old, and my father sent me to the high examination.
And his father called to me before he came to the examination, and looked me in the eye, and said, “You will certainly achieve a good result, and you will go to the police.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t notice the father’s anomaly at that time, just as a routine urge, and noded and went in.
I did a good job. At the end of the last door, I rushed out of the examination to share my joy with my father.
But Father is gone.
The father always waits for me outside the examination.
He held the bike and looked at the door. I finished my exam, and I was in the crowd, and he was in front of him, and he was still looking.
I yelled at him, and he was suddenly surprised, and he shot the car seat, “Son, it’s over. Go home! I’m sorry.
I danced in the back of the car, I danced all the way to the top, bragging about how simple the title was; he laughed and called me modest, but I got even stronger and brought a cool wind.
Father rides with me, uphill, downhill, hill, mud road. Wheels continue to spin, for many years, and the shoulders of the front seat are getting thicker, but never.
– It’s a little thing, because I’m used to it, and I’m treated as normal, as the rule of the world. The father was the back of silence and strength, and I was thus able to stand by and move forward.
And once the rules are broken, I’m just scared.
I looked to my left outside the examination and ran and shouted, describing to passers-by an ordinary middle-aged man. But because it’s so ordinary, nobody’s watching him.
I don’t know what to look for.
He’ll be fine. He’ll probably go back.
I thought so, and I went home alone. But Father didn’t come back early.
Father’s missing.
The mother said that the night before my high school exam, my father was in a state of uncertainty and he had a few words. Maybe he’ll be back when he’s cool.
I think it’s a little weird, but it’s just an explanation.
The man ran away, and it didn’t sound good. We didn’t say anything, we looked in the dark. But for a few days, there was nothing.
High examination seems to have really turned into a major turning point in life. Father disappeared after my exams.
I don’t understand why the father abandoned us, remembering nothing reasonable. From the moment I remember, the father is a man who takes care of his family, is honest and behaves in a manner that is unique to most Chinese fathers, and cares for his family and protects it.
For fatherly love, I have no doubt. But that’s how Dad left.
Mother said, “Will you go to your brother?” I’m sorry.
I have a brother, five years older, born blind.
My brother left home early to work, never came back, never heard from me, just like he disappeared.
Is that why? Intuition tells me, no.
A month later, the neighbors also found out and reported it. The zealous neighbours also described to the police the looks, height, weight, etc. of my father.
The police came to the door, looked heavy, didn’t talk about tracing, but took fingerprints.
The next day, they came to the door again, and brought a father’s secret.
In 1985, there was a massacre in the mountainous district of a neighbouring province in which none of the five members of the family survived.
The site was found to be remote and the family was isolated and therefore had no direct witnesses.
The police investigated social relations and found nothing. The killer was not an enemy, but a random stranger. This has significantly increased the difficulty of solving cases.
The police collected fingerprints of suspects on the victim and on the murder weapon and, through the visits, learned about the profile of the suspect, but remained clueless. The case was put on hold for 12 years.
The murder must be solved. A small policeman followed his master to follow the case and was deeply concerned. More than a decade later, that little cop was in our county. After my father’s disappearance was reported, he smelled something sensitive.
The police came to my house, took his father’s fingerprints and took them back. The results show that it matches the fingerprints of the suspects who were killed 12 years ago.
The moment I learned the truth, my heart was squeaked with a hammer, crushed hard, and again.
I was 5 years old in 1985. My father works outside, and when he comes back he’ll bring me a drum and take me up the hill. The warm, big hand holds me. I didn’t know it was blood.
After I went to school, my father picked me up on a bike, and on the way he told me to study, and on the way back he said I was a good kid. And it was a scene of wind and laughter, darkening and white, until it split.
The great shore that gave me my natural trust collapsed overnight; the deep fatherhood that once existed was also a mirage.
The world has been broken and re-established, and the sound has suddenly faded, and there is only a cold sentence.
Father is a murderer.
Father killed five members of the family and escaped. He returned to his wife and children in a calm life.
He was very well-dressed, so mother and I became the murderer’s family for no reason.
And then when I was 17, he was silent and ran away again.
This is not only a major emotional setback for us, but also a substantial blow.
The impact of serious crimes committed by immediate family members has been severe, and my police dream has been shattered.
I didn’t go to the academy, went to a regular polytechnic college, studied bioengineering. Then they will study, graduate, and work, and they will follow their course.
The father disappeared in 1997 and never appeared again. The case was also delayed.
The heat of the case fell over time, but the police did not give up. The father is listed as a fugitive and is wanted.
My house has been shattered. My mother died of illness after I graduated from college, and my brother stayed away for years, and I moved to the city where I am now, empty.
After graduation, I worked at the Microbiology Institute for a few years, and my daily life was so monolithic that, apart from writing novels, I was a creeping pet. In 2009, I met true love, single. We’re married and we’re still on.
Until 2011, the police discovered a white bone in an isolated valley in the mountains of the homeland.
According to the local climate and the degree of carcasses, the person died about 10-15 years ago, around 1996-2001, at a point when his father disappeared in 1997.
According to the age of the bone, the age at which the death occurred was 30-40 years and the age at which the father disappeared (40 years).
The body was completely white and the fingerprints were useless. But today’s forensics technology also has a great deal of power: DNA testing.
In 1985, when the door was shut down, the police obtained only the fingerprints of the suspect, after being technologically backward.
In 1997, when the father disappeared, the police compared the fingerprints of the father to the fact that the destruction of the door in 1985 had been committed by the father; however, the DNA technology was still lagging and biological samples could only be taken to preserve the blood samples, test the blood type and do no DNA testing.
So the police couldn’t get my father’s DNA, only took my blood and kept it.
In 2011, when the white bones were found under the mountain, over a decade, DNA technology matured. The police pulled the DNA of the white bones for testing, and the results showed that the bones were related to me.
It took decades before and after, to rely on technological advances and to be more convincing.
My father who has been missing for years. The police soon informed me.
Years later, I still remember what my father was wearing the day he sent me to the High Court. It’s a striped sweatshirt. Now, the remains of the white bones entangled with clothing are more or less visible.
The wanted person dies and is no longer held criminally liable. This is the end of the case, and my father’s shadow finally turned over.
I didn’t have to tell my wife to be alone.
III
Speaking of which, I said, “How about this story?” I’m sorry.
“Is this true?” I’m sorry.
“Not to mention whether it’s true or not. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know much about your past. All I know is that you are a single-parent family, followed by the mother, whose father disappeared in the early years and later passed away. I know it’s the pain of your past, so I’ve never been proactive.
“But today, you took the initiative to tell me a story: the main character, Hermes, was the father’s disappearance, the mother passed away, and the university studied bioengineering, and later wrote novels, raised cruising, and in ’09 married — that’s me. So that’s your story, right? I’m sorry.
“It’s to make you feel more and to increase your reading experience. I explained, “Don’t worry about the truth, go back to the story itself and tell me what you think.” I’m sorry.
Looking at me in a single way, it’s still a choice to believe.
She thought about it and said, “You said you were afraid of sheep, and then she told it.” But it seems this story has nothing to do with sheep.
“There is also a question of detail. When the father of the story disappeared, it was a little strange that the mother and son looked for a month without reporting the case, and finally the neighbour reported it. Four or five days goes by, a month too much, isn’t it?
“The content itself is a bit of a twist, but the story is too flat. It was the father who had been a murderer and then disappeared and finally found his body and solved the case. I’m sorry.
“You’re right. “The story is not over.” It’s just a clear line, then a dark line. I’m sorry.
“The father is not dead. I’m sorry.
Four.
– Dark–
I’ve been a kid for skeptical reasoning and I’ve dreamed of going to the academy as a criminal police officer.
In 1997, I was 17 years old and took the high school exam. The moment I stopped writing was the closest I ever dreamed of.
But by accident.
I can’t be a cop if my immediate family is serious. So my father said to me: Son, I must die. I’m sorry.
I actually found my father the day after the exams.
My family is in the mountains, surrounded by mountains. Ever since I was a kid, my father took me up the hill, took me to study the plants on the mountain, and caught me little animals like lizards and frogs. So I breed the hobbies of reptiles.
We have also opened up a mountain path that belongs to our father and son alone. It’s also interesting to have adventures.
There was a sense in the meditation that We had sought out our father for two days, without a single thought, and suddenly blessed the soul, and thought of the way of the mountain.
I was in a hurry to find my father by the cliff.
When I was sent to the examination, he came here alone and sat there all day. He wanted to die, but he was scared.
I wondered, and I cried and said, “Why, Dad? I’m sorry.
Father cried too. He will tell me the secrets of many years.
Shortly after I was born, my father went out to work and came back later this year.
In 1985, on his way home, the car broke down and a part of the road was left on its own. At night, he stayed in a house.
He sleeps very carefully at night because he’s carrying a lot of money. In the middle of the night, it was true that someone had touched his room, the man in charge.
My father was angry and he fought with the man. The man took out a knife and tried to rob the passer-by.
The father was panicking in his heart, and the worse his men were, he took the knife and killed the man.
The father was more nervous when he died and was afraid of being turned on by others, bleeding and then his head mixed and his eyes red.
By the time he was breathing, he had killed five members of the family, and women and children had been spared.
Father knew he was guilty and fled overnight. The incident took place in the next province, some distance from his home, and he crossed two hills and gradually recovered. I got on the road and took another car, so I came home.
After that, his father stopped working and was a domestic farmer.
Mothers are peaceful, never explore men’s affairs and always trust their husbands.
The terrible word “killing” is too far away from us. We never wanted to be around, and we never saw anything.
In our eyes, a father is a good man, who values love, loves his wife and son, takes care of his family with all his heart.
However, the psychological burden on fathers is increasing.
I’ve been smart and outstanding since I was a kid, and my father has always been proud of me. As I grew up, my father was increasingly afraid that he would become my drag.
Because I had the ambition to become a cop, and he had the will to kill.
By the end of the day, in 1997, there had been serial killings in neighbouring cities, with dire social consequences. The local police conducted a large-scale mapping exercise to extract and screen fingerprints of hundreds of thousands of local men.
If we don’t find the next city, we’ll probably find out where we are and we’ll probably find another case 12 years ago.
He could hide from the first and only 15, and his father knew that he would be exposed sooner or later. If he doesn’t end up on his own before his boots land, I’ll put the name of the murderer’s son on my back.
So I passed the same year, and as I embarked on a vast new journey, my father’s path ended.
The father told the truth.
I do not know whether the details he gave were true or whether he had glorified his motive to kill. Speaking of these former fathers, I can no longer trust with all my heart.
In any event, whether the family wanted to rob him of his money or he was an impulsive burglary, he killed him.
I’ve been quiet for a long time, and I’m gonna calm down, “Dad, you come to me first. I’m sorry.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, covered his face and cried, shaking his head hard. He will not be able to relax the land beneath his feet, and he will not stand firm, but he will fall back.
My father’s pupils were shrunk, his arms were dancing, and my heart was beating off.
I went up an arrow and grabbed him in time and pulled him off the cliff.
And the rocks fell down on the cliff, and they could not hear, except the wind. Father’s breathing, and he’s in shock.
Fortunately, it was a shock.
I know my father’s afraid of dying. Reasonably, he wants to end himself, but the real thing is that he can’t be as comfortable as he thinks.
And I took my father’s hand and said: “Father, this is too high. Let’s go down, see how high it is. I’m sorry.
My father was in my hands, and he didn’t refuse. So we go around, towards the valley, slowly down.
It took us two hours to get down to the bottom of the valley, before we opened it.
Right above is the precipice of the precipice, high and far, covered in the piles of plants above the wall, with only one tip.
I looked up, “So high, if you jump, it hurts. I’m sorry.
The father said, “I have no choice. I’m sorry.
The sky is dazzling, and it is full of twilight. The wind passes through the valley, the chirps, and it’s cold.
At that point, I felt a silent and terrible look.
Look around, find a sheep not far away, looking at us. So quietly look like an outside observer.
I’m shaking.
I’m afraid of sheep because of its eyes.
This is my childhood shadow. As a child, I was deeply tormented by the horror of the eyes of the sheep.
Most animals are round pupils, or tectonic pupils, which can be seen as emotional for exploration.
And a sheep is a pupil, and such an eye is a mystery, and it is completely elusive. It’s not cute, it’s not mean, it’s not emotional, it’s weird.
A sheep standing not far, looking at you in silence, you don’t know what it’s thinking. It’s as quiet as it looks, but people get out of control.
Being such a gentle and fragile animal, it is as if it has some kind of power to manipulate people and induces people to do something, especially to kill it.
That seems to be the arrangement in the meditation.
I take my eyes back, my arms embrace my father, my voice is firm, “Dad, you’ve killed people, but I’m not afraid or hate you.
“You will never be my burden. Maybe you’re the devil, but to me, you’re just the father, the best father.
“I want to be a cop, which doesn’t mean I have a strong sense of justice. I just like skeptical reasoning. It is a hobby that divides between good and evil, and I will not have a way out of it, even if it is not for the police.
“If my beloved father were a criminal, I would have given up my previous choice and stood by him unswervingly. I’m sorry.
I know I’m not right, and I know it’s bloody five lives, but I can’t do it. I’m not worthy of being a cop.
After that, I did not wait for my father to answer, and leaned down to pick up a rock and headed towards the sheep.
And the sheep looked at me with these strange pupils, and looked at me in silence, and raised the stones. It’s not moving.
I’ll just smash the sheep to death.
The nesting birds were horrified from the forest, and their wings were scattered around, and the blood was splattered, with red red stings of the sunset, and they melted into the water.
My father was mistakenly watching me commit atrocities, and he did not understand what I was doing, but he came to help me with God’s help.
One of us grabbed the front foot of the sheep, one of us grabbed the back foot and, together, lifted up the body of the sheep and threw it into a hidden bush near the wall.
And after all this, I looked at my father, and said, “The sacrifice of religion is replaced by sheep, which is called “the scapegoat.” I’m sorry.
“Daddy, you have committed a crime, and it will pay for it. Now that you’re dead, we can go home. I’m sorry.
It’s a psychological implication, like an earful, to lie to yourself, but it’s useful.
The father was given a little comfort, a moment of silence, and he was still restless.
“What happens next, later. The ship to the bridge is natural. I said, “Dad, trust me, we’re all gonna be fine. I’m sorry.
It was dark, and I pulled my father’s hand and returned along the same path.
From childhood to age, my father took me through the mountains many times, and he always took my hand and walked forward.
This time, I want to walk in front of him.
Mother knew about her father before me. She was equally in love with her father and could not help her choice.
The day before yesterday, she endured grief and hid it from me, and saw me in a hurry to find a place to speak. I saw my father again tonight, and my mother cried.
After a false alarm, we cried three times that night.
From the next day onwards, the father became a ghost in the family and no light was seen. Even if his crimes are not revealed for the time being, we have to pre-empt his presence.
This is not the best, but it is the right one. We can only take a step.
It took me and my mother almost a month to clean up a little bit of my father’s things and to spread the wind, intentionally or not, to create an image of the father leaving home with his luggage.
I’ve read a lot of case-breaking stories. I know a lot about fingerprinting. So I deliberately wiped out all the places where my father’s fingerprints might be left.
When a person is absent from the home, the father may exercise at home with gloves; if a person comes, he must hide in the cellar. It’s a torture for a father who likes outdoors. But he can stand it.
It is only unexpected that a just trial will come so quickly.
A month later, the zealous neighbor called the police for us, and the police raised doubts.
I wipe my fingerprints carefully, but the police are more careful than me. They found a fingerprint left over from their father at the door frame.
So the boots landed.
The police took a blood sample of me when they came again. They then followed my home and returned in preparation for the missing father.
In particular, a Lu-name police officer was very interested in the case, and it was he who managed the case that was transferred to us.
My family is in the village, surrounded by mountains, far away, and the police are unable to keep an eye on it and can only visit at intervals.
My mother and I were able to act, from the shock, the implausibility of the police when they told the truth, to the fact that every time they visited us, we had no idea, they had done well.
In addition, we deliberately implied that the police, whose father had behaved abnormally prior to his disappearance, had given up the harsh words that had not been taken into account at the time, and later thought that it was the father who was afraid of implicating us and would not return.
We were equally careful when the police didn’t come. My family had a murderer, our neighbours had less contact with us, and they didn’t notice anything. As a result, the police visited their neighbours and the information they received was that the father had left and had not returned.
Gradually, the police also concluded that the father was not likely to return and that the frequency of visits was decreasing. They had no idea that the father was always at home.
In 2001, I graduated from college and my mother died of illness. I went home and gave my mother a funeral.
Fathers lose their mother’s refuge and can no longer hide at home. For four years, my father has had enough.
After the funeral, I secretly brought my father into the city, looked for a small clinic and performed a plastic surgery on him.
The operation was successful and the father recovered very quickly. The new face is not all-embracing and at least allows fathers to walk in the sun.
At the door of the clinic, I wrote the phone and address on a note to my father and told him that, in case we had to live together.
So we split up in the morning fog.
The year 2001 was the beginning of the new century. Father and I, in the same city, each began a new life.
My university specialty is biological engineering and has worked for many years at the Institute, staring at microscopes every day and dealing with various microorganisms;
In his capacity as a deceased worker, the father entered a metallurgical factory, where he was exposed to the acid at work and used his position to corrupt fingerprints.
We exchange letters under false names and burn them when we read them.
In view of the fact that the Lu police still come to me from time to time, we quickly abandoned regular correspondence and switched to less visible ways of exchanging information.
For example, a fixed seat in a noodle shop was chosen, the father went to eat noodles in the morning and hid the letter under the seat; I went to eat noodles in the afternoon and received the letter.
Sometimes we go to the mountains, we go to places, we look at them, and we look at them. I can’t hold my father’s hand like I did when I was a kid. I can only keep a stranger away.
Life is like this, for years.
In 2007, there was an accident. On my way to the mountain, I again felt a silent and terrible look.
The sheep are looking.
I suppressed my fears and looked back. The head was piling, and I saw no sheep, but Officer Lu in plain clothes, who was following me.
When this was found, I kept moving, gradually moving away from the original direction and further moving away from my father.
The Lu police did not detect an anomaly and were in no danger.
But we cannot always be so careful. Father was right. It’s not a long-term solution.
The father had plastic surgery, but looking at it, he could still see the past; he corrupted the fingerprints, but the fingerprints would grow longer; even if they could be worn out, DNA was a permanent mark.
Back in 1997, my father disappeared, and my DNA was in the hands of the police.
I have always understood that if the case is not closed, the past will never pass.
In 2009, I was married to a single person. Shortly after the wedding, I took a single walk to the mountains so that my father could see it. Of course not.
In the letter that followed, the father said that, although it could only be seen from a distance, it could be seen that one person was as gentle as my mother.
He told me that he was satisfied with his daughter-in-law, happy in his heart, and eating an extra bowl of noodles.
I looked at the letter and laughed, and I cried, and I lit the lighter.
Please wait patiently, Dad.
Soon.
In 2011, the old story finally turned around and Officer Lu stopped looking for me.
Those who prefer skeptical reasoning are not only good, evil, but also third. I switched to be a suspect writer.
Once again, we climbed the mountain, looking far from the crowd, and then I went straight to my father.
Father pretended to look elsewhere and occasionally focused on me. When I was close enough to be no longer a stranger, my father panicked, wrinkled his eyes and turned to walk away.
And I went up and took my father, and said to him, “Dad, the case is too far away. The police told me that they would not investigate it. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
“It’s over. We can do it now. I’m sorry.
In 2001, my father and I were separated at the door of the plastic surgery clinic. Ten years have passed since then, and until now we have been able to meet at such close proximity.
Father, 54 years old, half white, deep wrinkles. Because of the habit of corrosive fingerprints, one hand is thicker and older.
The decade has been so long, and at this point it seems as if the fast-track key has been pressed. I can’t remember my father being a middle-aged man.
I hugged my father, I choked, “It’s over, Dad. There is no need for you to be afraid after this, and we shall meet in the plain. I’m sorry.
That day, I held my father and went up the mountain together. It’s been a long time.
I met with my father as a friend on the mountain, in the light of the earth, and there was neither father nor son nor intention to live together. Because after years, we all have our own lives.
The father changed his job at the bookstore and therefore met Auntie Wang, who loved reading. They were together, not married, just together.
Auntie Wang has a 25-year-old daughter, and her father treats her well, and she is also a filial father.
That’s it. Ten more years.
In the summer of 2021, the father died in a sudden attack and passed away at the age of 64. His funeral was organized by Aunt Wang ‘ s daughter and I attended as a friend of her father ‘ s climber. The ashes of his father were spilled on the top of the mountain, as he had wished for.
Sometimes it’s time to think that the most difficult times have passed and that fathers should spend more than a few years in good times. But that day, my father and I climbed up the top of the mountain, and he said, “I have been alive for years, and I should have died in the summer of 1997. I’m sorry.
That day, I told my father that the case had been too long and the police had given up. Father believed me.
He did not know that the police would never give up their pursuit of the fugitives wanted.
The police did not investigate because the case was closed.
Five.
Speaking of which, I’m looking at some corner of the house and not going on.
Just look at me, don’t say anything.
I asked her, “What do you think? I’m sorry.
“I feel, it’s true.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry about the truth. I’m sorry.
“I don’t know, I never knew that. “Silently closed your eyes and took a deep breath, and you said it was just a story. But soon after the wedding, you really took me up the hill, and I didn’t know you were seeing your father that day. For some time, you did go to a noodle shop to eat noodles, and you used to climb the mountains by yourself. All the details are right, and I’m sure it’s true. I’m sorry.
Quietly covering his face, shaking his shoulder.
“It’s a novel. I held her in my arms, whispered, “I’m just filling some of my life’s voids with dramatic stories, in order to be more incriminating. – If you care so much, I won’t tell you.
“No, you keep talking. She dryed her tears, pushed me away, and her eyes were cold, and she said, “There’s a lot of things in the light that don’t come back in the dark. You tell me why it’s closed? What happened to the bones found by the police, the sheep?
“How can the police not tell if a white bone is a human or a sheep? What do you mean “sacrifice” is nothing but a religious myth. You tell me what’s going on? I’m sorry.
I looked at her pale face, and I hesitated, “Really? I’m afraid you can’t take it. I’m sorry.
“You must say. I’m sorry.
Six.
– The truth–
There’s something in the story that I’m just passing by. And then he’s the lead.
I mentioned earlier that I had a brother, five years older, who was born in 1975, and I was born in 1980.
So at the beginning, our family was four people, parents, my brother, and me.
I’m afraid of the eyes of the sheep, because the sheep are pupils, silent and weird, and I can’t see the emotions, I can’t see them. As I mentioned earlier, I have been tormented by the horror of the eyes of sheep since I was a child.
But my family doesn’t have sheep.
I’m afraid of my brother.
My brother has a disability in his eyes and a lack of innate iris, which makes his pupils not round, but sheep-like pupils, which scares me deeply.
I’ve been in good health since I was a little girl, and I’ve been in good health, and I’ve been in good mind, and my parents have almost given me all their love.
In contrast to me, my brother looks weird, has little sexual talk, and is stupid. The parents were nice to him at first and for a long time, and the mother began to fear him.
And he looked with his eyes, and looked at them, and asked him not to answer, but looked in silence, and no one could bear it.
The people of the village avoided him, and even kept talking about him. There was a great-grandfather in the village who believed in Christ. He said that in the West, goats were an evil thing, an incarnation of the devil, and a temptation to do evil. My brother is the devil.
My brother was pushed out of the village and my parents were affected. My father later told me that he had a subconscious to justify himself by thinking that he had killed in 1985 because the unknown child had been induced.
That’s what Jesus’ grandfather said, it’s like that father caught a bead of straw and never looked good to his brother.
His brother left school early to work. Soon, people in the village forgot to have such a number one.
As soon as he’s gone, there’s no word. The police came and didn’t know my brother existed.
He came back only once after his mother died in 2001.
A few days after the mother ‘ s funeral, many people came to their homes to mourn and the Lu police came to mourn.
So father can only stay in the cellar. I go down there every day to feed him.
At the end of the funeral, the father remained in the cellar for a few more days for the sake of safety.
The other day, I was still serving in the lower cellar.
The light is dark and silent.
Suddenly, I felt that silent and terrible look again.
Turning around, my brother stood behind me and looked at me faceless.
My father was surprised when I was scared.
We had no idea that brother would be back. He’s been gone for years.
During the night, we three fathers and sons sat around the table, in an awkward and obstinate atmosphere.
“It’s been a long time since I missed you guys. “My brother wears a pair of tea glasses to cover up the disability of his eyes, “I didn’t expect to see her last face. I’m sorry.
“But,” he took off his glasses, and the dark pupils looked at me, “What happened to Dad?” I’m sorry.
I’m silent.
“Why is Dad hiding in the cellar? Why did you tell me not to tell anyone I’ve seen Dad? I’m sorry.
And We turned away from his sight, and said nothing but, “In any case, it was to protect Papa.” I’m sorry.
But, my brother’s face is still warm and harmless, but he’s not going to say a terrible thing. I’m sorry.
Brother has heard rumors. We had to tell him the story and hope he kept it a secret.
But he looked at us in silence, and said nothing.
The next day, my brother and I exchanged contacts and left. I thought I’d take my father with me for a few days, but I moved early because I was upset.
Then I went to the city with my father to do a plastic surgery, and then I went to the city with my father.
Until 2007, my brother suddenly contacted me again.
In 2007, my brother came to my house and lived for two weeks.
He asked where his father was, and I told him he was gone, and I haven’t seen him for years.
Those days, I had to look at my father’s letters in the public toilet and come out to climb the mountain and refuse to follow my brother. I kept insinuating him to leave my house as soon as possible.
On the one hand, I do not want him to know where his father is and on the other hand, I do not want to be involved with my brother, because the police come to me from time to time and I fear that he will tell the police the truth. After all, I just can’t trust him.
There’s also, of course, a reason. He has eyes that scare me. He’s confusing.
On that day, on the way to the mountain, I again felt the sight of a terrible sheep and looked back.
I saw Officer Lu and my brother behind him.
He looked at me with the eyes of the sheep.
The Lu police found no trace of my father, but my brother found it.
They’re after me. My brother knew of the presence of the Lu police, and he did not report it, but would do so at any time.
When I came home at night, I fed the pets in the pet room, and he came in and said again, “Doesn’t it pay for killing? I’m sorry.
Then suddenly I wondered what the meaning of brother’s existence was.
Why does he look like a sheep, why does he come home after so many years, and why does he always say, “Was it not right to kill?” I’m sorry.
There seems to be something that can’t escape and hide.
The father had a face-to-face but could still see the past; he corrupted the fingerprints, but the fingerprints would grow longer; even if they could be worn out, DNA was a permanent mark.
Back in 1997, my father disappeared, and my DNA was already in the hands of the police.
If the case is not closed, the past will never pass.
Suddenly, I thought of everything, I understood the meaning of brother’s existence and thought of a way forward once and for all.
Yeah, isn’t it right to kill someone? For the life of a sheep, how is that enough?
And his brother looked me in silence with the eyes of an incomprehensible sheep, silently, and had the power to induce people to lose control.
He lured me to get a rope and went to him.
Inducing me, with that rope, to bind his neck.
Brother, it’s not the devil’s incarnation. He’s the second scapegoat.
I specialize in bioengineering. You know, a lot of forensics were in the same profession.
In 2007, I killed my own brother at home. The father was then asked for his old clothes, which were on his brother ‘ s body.
I decided to take several years to falsify a reasonable father ‘ s body.
It makes sense to have three main points.
The first point is age.
In cases where the body is white, the age at the time of death can only be determined on the basis of the age of the bones. The skeletal development of minors is more accurate, while the adult skeletal development is complete, with some errors in the skeletal age of detection and only an approximate age range can be estimated.
In 1997, the father was 40 years old when he disappeared; my brother was born in 1975 and died in 2007 when he was 32. 8 years from father.
The cystal marrow cavity was later identified by the police as reaching the surgical neck without a bone line. The age at which the white bones were found dead was approximately 30-40 years, in line with the age at which their father disappeared.
The second point is the extent of the corruption of the body.
There’s a giant eco-cylinder in the reptile house, which was built to feed the reptile. I buried my brother’s body in the clay of the ecotray. Watch your air.
The city I settled is not far from home, this is a temperate monsoon climate. The rate of corruption of one body in this area is relatively slow.
The eco-cylinder simulates the tropical rainforest, an artificial ecosystem that has been operating smoothly for two years. In the tropical rainforest environment, the body is corrupted at a fast pace, so I can make the false impression of time by artificially regulating temperature, humidity, microorganisms. It took just over two months for the body to be white and the body to melt.
In order to make the time that eventually comes to light, the rate of corruption needs to be strictly controlled, not too fast or too slow, and I cannot use air-conditioning as a reference for the temperature and humidity. So, in 1997, the body of the sheep that I smashed was useful.
If in 1997 it was really my father, not the sheep, then now the father’s bones are just as corrupt as the sheep. So the bones of the first scapegoat can be used as a reference.
Starting in 2007, I went back to my home every three months to clean up the old house and, in fact, to retrieve the bones of a sheep.
I’m looking at the extent of the deterioration of the sheep to regulate the humidity of the eco-cylinder and to control the extent of the corruption of my brother’s body. Until 2011, the second was corrupted, catching up with the first.
At a later stage, I also collected soil from the hills of my home for examination and cleaned up the bones of my brother in advance, and switched them into the mud of the hills to ensure that the soil environment and microbes were finally consistent.
So it took just four years, and this remains have been in the form of 10 years of corruption in the temperate zone.
I worked at the Institute after graduation, and many of the tests were done under cover with the Institute ‘ s equipment. When the dust came down, in 2011, I quit my job at the Institute and became a writer.
In 2011, I took the second scapegoat to the back of my home in the mountains, where he had been anonymously reported to the police on a public telephone for six months.
According to the police assessment, the person died about 10-15 years ago, around 1996-2001, at a point when his father disappeared in 1997.
And the third, and most important, is DNA. Father didn’t leave DNA, but I did.
In DNA testing, Y-STR testing techniques are used mainly for male suspects. Y-STR Males are unique and patrilineal. Of which, Y refers to the Y chromosome of the male.
My brother and I have Y chromosomes, all from our father, and we have the same Y chromosomes.
I was tested by the police to match the white-bone Y chromosome with all the points, and there was no mutation of genes…
VII
“I can’t hear any more…” “I can’t hear it.” “I can’t hear it.” “I can’t hear it.”
“Your father is a murderer, and so are you. You’re more perverted and sick… I can’t believe you’re in this house, in this pet room, killing your own brother…
“Hami, you killed your brother in 2007, but I married you in 2009” I’ve believed in you with all my heart, and I’ve been blinded.
“I was dragged by you to climb the mountain to see your father, the murderer; I took care of you in this room, but I stayed with the corpses in the eco-cylinder.”
“Calm down. It’s a novel. “It’s not true, it’s just a fictional, real story. It was meant to make you feel better, but I regret it when I’m halfway there.
“…I’ve been married and the body has been in the room for two years, and I’ve been in the same room without knowing it. It’s terrible… it’s terrible.”
“Honey, trust me, okay? I’m just a skeptical novelist! I’m sorry.
“No, no, I can’t trust you any more.
She’s blinded, looking at the phone on the table.
“Calm down! “I understand what she wants to do and get up and grab a cell phone.
But she’s moving faster. She took the phone, held it tight, ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
“Calm down, listen to me! * I went up, knocked on the door, listened to the cries inside, and got more and more anxious * I’m sorry.
The voice just fell, and I had a bad secret.
She cried, “You admit it’s true and I have to call the police!” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say.
VIII
The police came in and told them the story alone.
The two civilians heard it and laughed, “Oh, don’t cry. It’s a story. Your husband doesn’t know how to scare you. I’m sorry.
“I regret it too. I was so upset, I asked, “How can you know that it was made up? I’m sorry.
“DNA, there’s no water, you’re a student works, don’t you know? It’s too hasty to judge that you and the white bones are father-son simply because they match the y-chromosomal dots.
“DNA testing, in addition to Y-STR testing techniques, and constant chromosome STR testing, combines to make it even more impossible to misjudge brothers as fathers and sons. I’m sorry.
After that, the two civilian police officers continued to calm down.
“It’s true that father-son relations. I said:
Three people are looking at me wrong.
“In fact, the story is not finished. I’m sorry.
Nine.
– Ten years ago.
I’ve always listened to the rule of law on the radio since I was a kid, and I’ve had some knowledge of fingerprinting and DNA.
The day after the exams, I found my father on the edge of the cliff, smashed his first scapegoat and took him home to hide.
And then I swiped every place in my family to make sure that my father’s fingerprints and DNA were not left, but the police found one. After comparison, they found the father to be the killer of the destruction.
Fortunately, in 1997, the local DNA technology was very low, and the police did not collect skins, hair, but only blood samples, blood types and DNA tests. So the police couldn’t get my father’s DNA and only kept my blood sample for later use.
The police came on the first day and found fingerprints. I had a feeling. I know if the prints match, the police will come and take my blood the next day. And that night, I brought my father’s blood.
The next day, the police told the results and the truth, and I was shocked, scared, and I couldn’t believe that my father had killed someone, just as confused as every child who had not experienced anything.
The police, instead of taking blood from me, had been pacifying me, and the process was less rigorous, so he did not notice that I had stolen a sample card. When the police registered my personal information, I dropped my father’s blood on the card.
That’s how I secretly switched my father’s blood with my blood, without their knowledge.
So later, DNA was in my DNA library, actually my father’s DNA.
In 2011, the police discovered the sub-mountain white bones and performed DNA matching.
The DNA of the white bones is my brother, my DNA is my father, my mother has passed away and can only be tested for father and son. The results show that the father-son relationship is real, the father-son relationship with my brother.
It’s just that the father and the son turned upside down, and that doesn’t affect the conclusion. As a result, the closure of the case was successfully concluded.
So why did I have to drop the blood sample? Did I plan to fake a body after 10 years? No, my thoughts were pure.
I don’t think Dad’s gonna spend his whole life hiding at home, and he’s gonna run away. What if the father does it again later? He’ll remember to wear gloves, but hiding DNA is hard.
In the future, DNA technology will continue to improve, moving closer to the developed regions, and the police will later be able to extract DNA from the traces of hair, skins, etc. If the father reoffends, leaves his DNA, and the police cross-checks to find out it was me, then I can do it for my father, even once.
I don’t trust my father anymore, but I still love him. I wanted to be a cop, but because I was a father’s son, I had to stand against the police.
And I stood in front of my father, and I tried to turn myself into a second scapegoat.
Ten.
“Father did not commit any more crimes until 2011 when the case was dropped.
“The death of the suspect in the murder, the failure to hold him criminally responsible, the failure to reach the trial stage, the direct dismissal of the case, the absence of a record by the father, and the fact that I was not implicated.
“Like, nothing happened. I’m sorry.
After the story had been told, the two civilian police officers were nuanced and were close to fainting.
It took me a while to react. I hit my thigh. Shut up.
The next day, the police started investigating me.
They looked into my background, retake the blood, go to the ground in the eco-cylinder, for a week, and find nothing unusual.
Because it was a fake story.
Anyway, even if it’s true, it’s hard to prove it. – It’s not true.
I feel guilty for wasting police resources. But the police didn’t get nothing.
They found that several of my reptiles were precious wildlife.
Eventually, I was sentenced to three and a half years for illegally buying wildlife.
Now I’m serving my sentence in prison, and I’m using my free time to finish this novel!
End of text. Case number: YX11nRNjWlz
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
