Cycle of death
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
My house was robbed and I begged the murderer to spare my daughter.
He’s got no face for a killer.
I’m in a cycle of death.
The death made me understand.
He didn’t want to rob, he wanted to kill!
One.
At midnight.
The living room bell rings.
I woke up when the key twisted the lock.
My husband’s away on a field trip, only me and my daughter.
I’m going out in slippers.
A sharp knife in my stomach.
All calls for help stopped, and the blood from the throat blocked my voice.
The killer cut through my body, almost deranged.
“Mama? I’m sorry.
The daughter was awakened and she opened the bedroom door and came out.
I fell in blood and cried over and over again: “Don’t go over!” I’m sorry.
The killer, however, carried a sharp knife and went to his 10-year-old daughter.
I saw my daughter’s tiny figure, and I fell on the ground with no power.
Two.
The pain of the heart-drilling has been raging.
I opened my eyes and the room was dark.
Was that a dream?
A nightmare where my daughter and I were killed?
I reached out and touched my stomach, no blood, no piercing.
My body is healthy and whole.
Boom!
The bells in the living room ring again at 0:00 in the morning.
I’m cold and sweaty.
Creaking…
There’s a death-trigger.
It wasn’t a dream!
I got up in a trance and my undiscovered fear wandered again.
The door is open!
And I sat on the bed, and a thought came up in my head: Surely the murderer was a burglar of the house.
As long as my daughter and I pretend to sleep, we don’t make any noise.
The murderer took the property and the money and would leave quietly.
I put my head back to sleep and I prayed for my daughter never to wake up.
I heard the killer’s footsteps hovering in the living room.
He seems to be looking for something valuable.
“Mama? I’m sorry.
My daughter’s childish voice is ringing again.
I fell apart!
My daughter’s in the bedroom, I’m in the bedroom.
My daughter must’ve mistakenly thought I’d wake up before she was on guard.
I ran out like crazy, a little helpless body fell under my feet.
I lost my voice and cried, and I couldn’t make the cry to tear my heart apart.
Zip–
The knife cut my head off.
3
I woke up again.
It’s still a dead, quiet bedroom.
I’m all alone in bed and I’m all sweaty.
Daughter!
All I can think of is my daughter cut to death with a knife, the hysteria that almost devours me.
I got up fast, couldn’t get my shoes on, ran to my daughter’s cabin.
Boom!
The living room bells are ringing at midnight.
I went side-by-side into the house and I was dead to the door.
The sound of the daughter breathing evenly made me realize that she was alive and that she was safe.
Creaking…
The sound of the locks being ripped off and dragged me all into hell.
The thief’s back!
I can’t even breathe.
The living room was turned upside down, and I heard his footsteps getting farther and farther, as if they had entered my bedroom.
I prayed secretly. He stole something. Get out of my house.
It doesn’t matter how much money I lose. I just need to live with my daughter.
Step back again.
Then there was silence.
I’m scared, I want to know about the living room, but I’m afraid to open the door.
I snuggle down and look out through the door of the ground.
A flashlight is flat on the ground.
The incandescent light almost blinded my eyes.
I saw a pair of black pupils who were equally curious, watching me.
He’s on the ground!
The knife came right through the door and I got up.
Slashed my face, blood in my eyes.
He hit the door outside.
I can’t let the pain go, I can’t let my body die to the door, I can’t let my tears fall.
“Mama? I’m sorry.
The daughter was awakened again.
I cried, “Dodo! Hide! There’s a thief in the house! I’m sorry.
When did this happen to her daughter, she ran out of bed and asked me, “Mom, where am I hiding?” I’m sorry.
“Hide to…”
I’m sorry.
The killer kicked the door open.
The sharp blade stabbing into my body.
“Dodo… run…”
I said the last sentence vaguely, and the rest of it was only a broken intestine pain.
4
I woke up.
With the first two experiences, I realized that I was born again.
I flew into my daughter’s room and blocked the doors with a desk.
And We photographed the shoulder of her daughter, lying down in her ear, and said: Be quiet, Dodo, and some of the wicked will steal, and go into the closet. I’m sorry.
Boom!
The early morning bell rings.
And We carried the daughter quietly down, and opened the door, and her small and delicate body was hidden in her clothes.
Creaking…
The alarm door was opened.
There’s a whirlwind out there.
I kissed my daughter on the forehead and closed the door.
I went back to the door, borrowed the power of the desk and blocked the house.
I’m sorry.
The killer’s coming.
He was kicking at the door, but the tablets were not moving.
He figured we were hiding inside.
I had the courage to convince him not to hurt us.
“You want to steal, take whatever you want. I don’t call the police. I’m sorry.
“Kill someone, you’ll get the death penalty. Think about your parents, your family, don’t be impulsive. You’re dead. What about your parents?”
“This time you stole something, and then you get a decent job and stop doing it, and I’ll give you a chance to change.” I’m sorry.
I tried to be euphemistic and persuade him to go straight.
After tonight, I’ll take my daughter home and sell the house to the agency.
I really can’t stay.
But after all I said, the killer didn’t do anything.
Zip–
I was shivering, unconsciously holding on to the edge of the table and staring at the door.
He’s chopping the doorboard with an axe.
The wood is bursting.
And lo, and lo, and lo,
The killer went crazy, two or three times, and the doors were smashed by him.
He snapped his axe, and the last blow broke the doorboard completely.
With a light on the ground flashlight, I saw him bend over, drop the axe and pick up a sharp knife.
I cried and begged him, “Take it easy. I’ll give you how much you want. My parents only have a daughter like me…”
My voice stops.
Slashed through a hole on the doorboard and pierced my throat.
My daughter came out of the closet and grabbed me.
“Mom! Don’t die!”
“Mom! I protect you! I’m sorry.
With a small body, she suffered a sharp knife that focused on falling.
I suddenly realized that the murderer was not a thief.
He wants our lives!
5
I woke up.
The room is so quiet.
After several deaths, I calmed down and picked up the phone on the table at 11:55.
Five minutes from the killer.
I called the police and told them exactly where they lived.
“Please hurry. There’s a murderer out there smashing the door! He’s got a sharp knife and an axe.”
“Ma’am, please hide. The police arrived in about 10 minutes. I’m sorry.
Hang up the phone. I looked at the time: 11:58.
I only have two minutes to save myself.
I flew into my daughter’s room and took her to the gap under the bed.
The daughter’s in there, I’m out.
“Mama? I’m sorry.
“Shh! Dodo, if someone is going to kill us, don’t make a sound. We’re waiting for the police to save us! I’m sorry.
As long as we hold out for ten minutes, we can live.
Boom!
The living room bell rings.
The killer is here!
And We protected our daughters with a firm cover, and We attached them to the ground, and observed them in darkness through the cracks beneath the door.
Creaking…
The burglary door was opened and I saw a flashlight light coming into the living room.
He threw a big trip bag on the floor and pulled a knife out of it.
He started looking for me.
I can’t even breathe in my atmosphere, and with the white light of the flashlight, I can see in the travel kit that was opened, except for the axe.
He came prepared.
The killer came to my house to kill.
Six.
I held my breath and thought, “Why does he have my keys?”
Assuming he was not a professional thief, he would not break the lock, and he was not a burglar.
Well, there’s only one possibility that he’ll be able to open the alarm door.
He’s an acquaintance.
And I ask myself, never has there been an enemy between relatives and friends.
My daughter and I were gentle and closed.
How can a husband who’s been working so hard to get a bloodbath?
I don’t know.
Boom!
He opened the cabin door.
The doorboard hit on the wall, making a noise.
I put my hands around my mouth so I don’t make any noise.
I can feel my daughter shivering behind me.
The light of the flashlight crossed the ground and was on the bed again.
He pulled a sharp knife and cut a few of them in a mess.
There was a thunder outside the window.
His footsteps stopped in front of my eyes.
I pray that time will come and we’ll be fine.
He also opened the closet, started a sharp knife and put it all over the place.
Then he went to the living room.
I took my breath away.
But he’s got his feet in the air.
The flashlight was on the ground slippers.
And that stinging light is like a chain of death, from one of my slippers to the second.
Another slipper from the daughter, the second.
Four slippers in the light, one big and one small, lying on the floor, all over the ground, disarray and panic.
He realized that my daughter and I were hiding in the cabin.
It was a small bedroom, and under his eyes, it was terrible.
He stopped for a moment and turned out.
I thought, finally saved.
He came back with an axe and the black sneakers appeared again in front of me.
I’m sorry.
The axe was cut in the bed.
The daughter cried and cried.
7
I put my daughter in my arms.
At least, save my daughter with my life.
The axe fell on me and broke my bones.
I’ve got my hands on my daughter and I’ve got them in my bed.
My daughter was crying, helpless and poor.
I can’t make a sound, I can’t say a word to appease my daughter.
I’m dying.
I heard a rush of footsteps, followed by a bang and bang outside.
Open the door! Somebody call the police! Open the door!
The police started cracking the lock.
There’s another lightning out there.
I saw the killer.
Under the cap, it’s a clean face.
Behind your head, with long hair.
Not him.
It’s her.
The killer is a woman!
Her axe hit me right in the head.
My consciousness is completely disintegrated.
In the ear, only the daughter’s hysteria screamed.
8
I woke up again.
Time, 11:55.
I took out my phone to call the police, gave the address, claimed the murderer was breaking the door and asked for a quick call.
The answer was the same as last time: let me hide for 10 minutes and wait for help.
But I changed my mind.
I ran away several times, and I got killed.
This time, I decided to pre-empt.
I’m in the kitchen, I’m carrying a bowl of hot pepper that’s fried tonight, and there’s a little heat on the bottom.
I opened the kettle and added hot hot water to the pepper oil.
Boom!
The bell rings, as if it were a chorus.
I went back to the living room with my hands on pepper and kicked the locker with my toes and blocked the door of the cabin.
Even if the daughter wakes up in a minute and there are shoe cabinets blocking the door, the killer cannot immediately kill the daughter, nor can the daughter immediately come out and die.
I’m sorry.
The killer came in.
With the light of the flashlight, I lifted my arm and poured a hot pot of pepper directly into her face.
The flashlight fell out of her hand, apparently she didn’t expect me to wait here.
The pepper water entered her eyes, splattered into her nasal cavity and filled her throat.
She cried in pain, with her hands covered in her face, her eyes held unstoppable, and her cough was dry and vomiting.
I quickly picked up the trip bag that fell on the ground and flew back.
With her eyes open, I kicked my travel bag under the bed and pulled it out and cut my knife several times.
Now, things have changed.
She had no knife, no axe, no electric saw, and she had no fists.
And in my hand is the blade sharp as iron.
I came out of the dark.
The flashlights on the ground keep stretching my shadow.
She stood in front of me.
I can feel the full sense of oppression, almost suffocating.
She realizes that the assassination failed, and she can’t kill me tonight, and she’s going to run.
I won’t give her a chance.
I ran over and cut her in the leg.
She fell in front of a burglary door.
I can’t spare a second.
She’s fast. I just need to breathe and I’ll die.
I stabbed her in the legs and cut her arm.
“Mama? I’m sorry.
The daughter heard something and opened the door to the cabin.
I screamed, “Don’t come out, Dodo! This man is going to kill us! I’m sorry.
9
When the police came, they saw this.
I’m holding a sharp knife and I’m crazy about the woman in the blood.
My actions are irrational.
The woman climbed into the corridor outside and dragged a red blood trail on the concrete floor.
She saw the police and the first thing she said was, “Help me!” I’m sorry.
10
She’s the killer!
My daughter and I are the victims!
I had a nervous breakdown, threw away my knife, fell down and cried.
The ambulance pulled the woman away.
My daughter and I were taken to the police for the statement.
I can’t explain the rebirth.
I told the police…
Late at night, I went to the kitchen to use the bathroom.
I heard someone open the door.
I suspect the thief.
I went to the door with chili.
I blocked the daughter’s door.
In the moment the thief came in, I poured pepper on her face.
Then I saw her carrying a bag full of murder weapons.
I got scared and kicked the murder weapon under the bedroom bed.
I took the knife out of it.
A woman with her teeth and claws will strangle me.
So I fought with a sharp knife.
I’m afraid she’ll hurt her daughter.
I kept cutting her limbs and making sure the killer couldn’t move.
I’m self-defense.
If I wanted to kill her, I would cut her head off with a knife.
The police searched the killer’s travel kit under the bed.
According to purchase records and surveillance in the sub-districts, the perpetrators were confirmed to be responsible for the murder.
Eleven.
I thought it was over.
But when the killer woke up, he told the police an amazing secret.
She’s the one who collects money and helps people.
Someone paid her to come out and kill our mother and daughter.
This murderer is my husband.
12
I misheard the news.
“No way!” I slap it on the table, and I stare at the police officer, “She’s full of shit! This is a lie she has deliberately fabricated to ease the punishment. I’m sorry.
The police officers took out two photographs.
“Calm down and look at Wang Fong’s evidence. I’m sorry.
In an old yellow picture, there were two people: a woman with a pretty girl.
There are also two new colour photographs: my husband was carrying a beautiful girl.
The police officer pointed a pen at the woman, saying, “This is the suspect, Wang Fong. I’m sorry.
13
I fell down in a coma and sat in a chair.
My husband’s care and love for me for so many years, as in the film screening.
My husband and I went to college together.
I’m a native native.
The husband is a high-quality student in remote mountain villages.
Remember the first time I met you, when my husband pushed the glasses on the nostrils, down his head, shyly asked me, “Can I have a little word?” I’m sorry.
He’s the gentlest man I’ve ever met.
He remembers every dish I like to eat, try it over and over until he learns.
He’ll run downstairs for painkillers at 3:00 a.m. while my stomach hurts.
With the dodo, he’s got us both in his hands.
On New Year’s Eve, he always remembers to prepare surprises.
He has always been a good husband, a good father and a good son-in-law from the time we were married.
How could he be so good to me?
I can’t believe it.
Officers are suffocating.
He looked at me with sympathy.
Next thing you know, it’s more like a thunderbolt in my head.
Wang Fong said the girl was her daughter and Zhao Jin-sheng. I’m sorry.
14
I came out of the police station and I was all fucked up.
Jo Jin-soon!
My dearest husband!
I love a man who can abandon his life!
I took out the phone and called Zhao Jin-soon.
“Hello, the phone you called is off. I’m sorry.
I can’t reach him.
The officer said that he had returned to his home town in Jiangbei and had contacted the persons concerned to investigate his whereabouts.
However, he told me that he was going to a field school for a week.
His once sweet words, his tenderness, and in this imaginable twilight, cut my heart.
I’m scratching my liver.
I asked my parents to take care of my daughter and came to Zhao’s home alone.
This is a small, isolated village.
I took out a photo of my husband on my phone and showed it to the big sister in the village.
“Hello. Do you know anyone in the picture? I’m sorry.
My sister told me, with her accent, that “I know this is the son of the Zhao family, the child who died early and followed Grandma.” I’m sorry.
“His grandmother worked all over the place for him to go to school, so the boy graduated and never came back. Even when his grandmother died, the village chief buried him. I’m sorry.
I was shocked to hear that, and I couldn’t get back.
This is what my husband said.
My parents were doing business in the village, and they passed away a few years ago, leaving me a legacy. I finished college with it. _Other Organiser
I believed him.
I don’t care if there’s no one at home on the wedding day.
Are you back these days? I’m sorry.
“Come back! He came back to check out of the country for some reason, not in the big city, just this morning. I’m sorry.
I had a thought in my head: Zhao Kim-soon pretended to return to his home and blinded people, but fled abroad!
15
I stepped on Zhao Jin-sung’s land and searched around and learned about his past.
His father is an old man in the village.
His mother’s a crazy village head.
She was so beautiful, she was picked up by Zhao Kim-sung’s grandmother and made her daughter-in-law.
Too bad his dad’s an animal.
Scolded his mother and left a woman who was crazy and completely insane.
And one day, the tragedy happened.
The two men were beaten in a row because of the trifles, and his mother went mad and resisted and cut off his father’s head with a kitchen knife.
His dad’s dead.
His mother went crazy to the river at the village’s head, jumped on the river.
Zhao Jin-soon was five years old.
His grandmother started working around, picking up garbage and selling junk, and raised Zhao Jin-sung with pain.
Just, about Wang Fong, no villagers know.
And no one knows he has a daughter with Wang Fong!
I doubt that Wang Fong is lying.
16
Seeing Zhao Kim-soon again, he looks like he’s in a bad mood.
The moustache pulls, ash face.
There’s a police station table between us and a surveillance camera.
“I will sue you, I will sue Wang Fong. I’m sorry.
I said my first sentence.
Zhao Jin-soon’s twirling eyeballs, staring at me through tiny glasses. I’m sorry.
Honey?
It’s ironic that these two words fell into my ear.
“I’m not interested in your and Wang Fong’s hatred. I’m just investigating the reasons why she tried to kill our mother and daughter. I’m sorry.
At this point, my heart is dripping blood.
Zhao Jinjun is silent.
He looked down and looked me in the eye.
And I asked him, “Do you confess that you hired him to murder?” I’m sorry.
“No, it’s not. Zhao Jin-sun’s face is so complex, “How can I let Dodo die?” Wang Fong’s fault! Her daughter died and she wanted my daughter’s life! She’s crazy! I’m sorry.
I watched Zhao Jin-soon.
He must have something to hide from me.
“How did her daughter die? I’m being aggressive.
Zhao Jin-soon avoided the sight of me, saying, “It’s none of my business her daughter jumped to death! I don’t understand why Wang Fong blamed me for her daughter’s death! I’m sorry.
17
Wang Fong asked to see me.
She looked into my eyes, filled with resentment.
Zhao Jin-soon encouraged me to kill your mother and daughter. The real killer is Zhao Jin-soon! Don’t let him go! He’s the devil of sin! I’m sorry.
I looked at her in peace, and this woman was like a lunatic.
“Do you have proof?” I asked.
“We’re all on the phone, or in person, I trust him, and there’s no recording.” I’m sorry.
“There is evidence to prove that Zhao Jin-soon is a hired murderer. You can’t prove that Zhao Kim-soon was the mastermind. I’m sorry.
Wang Fang is silent.
I waited patiently to see if she was telling the truth.
The police investigation has been intense over the last few days and has in fact established the facts of the case.
Wang Fong, who is in detention, is not aware of the situation outside.
She’s still living a lie.
I cruelly revealed her thoughts…
“You want Zhao Jin-soon to be the principal, he hired a murderer, and he’s the one who got the death penalty! You’re an accessory and an attempted murder. You can be released for years! I’m sorry.
Wang Fong is right, he’s up.
She was staring at me with blood all over her pupils.
“You’re lying! Zhao Jin-suk deserves to die. He’s a teacher! He’s a murderer! I’m sorry.
‘Cause he killed your daughter, right? “I am sad and sad.”
Wang Fang’s tight nerves collapsed instantly.
She cried in her face.
She cried almost unconscious.
18
Wang Fong Perspective
I found the daughter changed.
She, who used to be a lively one, became more inward, silent, less talkable.
She used to like to exercise. She used to sit alone in bed.
Every night, she wakes up in a nightmare.
I’ve been divorced from her dad for years, and as a single mother, I’ve raised my daughter, and she’s all I have.
My daughter, who I was testing, asked, “Is high school too much pressure? Are you worried about not getting a good college? I’m sorry.
But the daughter won’t say anything, just tell me: Don’t worry, she’s fine.
I can see that the daughter is not well.
She’s in worse shape every day.
Until one day, I found a bunch of paper balls in the trash can.
And We spread it out, and every piece of paper was covered in two words,
Die!
This moment, I panic.
I am aware of the seriousness of the problem.
I can’t let something happen to my dependent daughter.
I took leave, ran to school and sought help from my daughter’s teacher.
It’s a man with a good virtuoso. He wears his eyes and speaks softly.
His name is Zhao Jin-soon.
He said, “Your daughter has a good taste and a good character. She is happy at school every day, and has studied hard, and there is no anomaly, perhaps for the family.” I’m sorry.
He added that “the average single parent, a child without a father, who lacks care and is prone to isolation and depression may be a parent who is too busy to ignore his daughter. I’m sorry.
I believe Zhao Jin-soon.
I started to blame myself.
I took the annual leave to take my daughter to school every day with her.
However, the situation of the daughter has not improved at all.
I’m so anxious I don’t know where to start.
I’ll never forget that day.
It’s raining.
I got a call from the school.
My daughter, jumped off a building and committed suicide.
She stood on the roof and fell in a head-down position, with her brain shot.
I went completely mad, wondering how I had come to school and watched my daughter’s body being pulled away.
I want to investigate the death of my daughter.
But the school quickly reached out and blocked the news.
The surveillance is broken and the students are silent.
Lastly, the police had determined that single-parent families, lack of care, low self-esteem and depression caused their own deaths.
I know my daughter. She’s never going to die because of her family.
She must have encountered insurmountable difficulties.
The moment she stood on the roof, how painful and helpless.
That’s the kid I raised myself!
The school is still on schedule as if nothing had happened.
Every day, I stood at the school entrance with my daughter’s remains and prayed for the truth.
But Zhao Kim-soon filmed my move and sent it online, claiming that I asked the school for $5 million.
The media started to ferment.
So everyone attacked me.
They scolded me: “Why did they divorce when they knew their daughter would die? It’s all your irresponsible parents who’ve caused so much depression! I’m sorry.
“Don’t let her kill her daughter on purpose to claim compensation for her school, take it and marry another wild man!” It’s a good deal to make money by taking out a tow bottle! I’m sorry.
“Don’t get too hot for this dirty old woman. The school’s got the truth. Her daughter’s all right. Do you deserve to be a mother?”
My mind is on the verge of collapse.
Zhao Kim-soon successfully exploited the power of public opinion and assaulted me, turning me from victim to perpetrator.
But I don’t like it!
And my precious daughter, she promised me, “Mom, wait for the final exam. Let’s go to the zoo. I love animals. I’m sorry.
She’s such a good kid.
How could you kill yourself?
I wandered around the school door every day and cried.
I turned into a garbage-picking lunatic.
I fantasized that my daughter was still at school, and I could see her coming out of the door after school.
On a cold winter, I was all blue.
I shrunk in the corner.
I guess I’ll die with my daughter.
That’s when a girl student appeared in front of me.
I remember her. She’s in her daughter’s class. Two people play together.
She shook her hands, took out a cell phone and handed it to me.
She cried, “Your daughter was pregnant when she died. I’m afraid I won’t get my diploma. Auntie, I’m sorry she gave me the phone before she jumped off the building, but I didn’t dare tell the truth. I’m sorry.
“Your daughter is my best friend and I can’t help watching her die in front of me. The teacher said I was scared that anyone who said anything would never take a high test in my life. I’m sorry.
Aunt, don’t give me up. I just don’t want you dead. I have school tomorrow. I’m sorry.
The girl ran away.
I held my daughter’s phone, and I rekindled hope.
I found a store to fix old phones, spent some money to crack the daughter’s phone.
I’ve deleted the data from my daughter, all recovered.
Despite the blood of the truth, I must face it.
Daughter, not suicide.
She was forced to die by Zhao Jin-soon.
I find it hard to believe that such a man, a man of good writing, is a terrible devil under his skin.
He raped his daughter countless times, in the car, in the parking lot, in the basement.
He took pictures of his daughter from different angles, videos from different positions.
He threatened his daughter with these disgusting documents.
Po, if you tell anyone, I’ll send your video to the class and show them how slutty you are. _Other Organiser
If you talk to your mother, I’ll put your picture on the campus, sue you for the meat business, and then you’ll be fired from the exam. _Other Organiser
I bought you a new sock. _Other Organiser
Bo, yesterday’s video in the basement, bad angle, missing key. I’ll see you at the usual place at noon. We’re still in that position. _Other Organiser
Those dirty words, accompanied by a photograph and a video, appeared on the daughter ‘ s phone.
The daughters’ faces are painful, helpless and desperate.
Even the screams in the video are like the screams of a broken heart.
Gradually, the daughter became numb.
The last news is to crush the daughter’s straw.
My daughter says I’m pregnant. _Other Organiser
He said, “It’s okay. I’ll find a private clinic to beat the kid up. _Other Organiser
My daughter says, “I’m afraid, I’m afraid my boyfriend will know.” _Other Organiser
At that point, the daughter was still hoping that one day she would graduate, that she would leave school and that she would get rid of the demon.
But Zhao Kim-soon then pushed his daughter into the abyss.
He said, “You still want a boyfriend? You’ve been mine all your life, only mine. I have more than 200 pictures of you, over 100 videos, and if you find another man, I’ll send them all to your mother. _Other Organiser
By the way, I’d like to send you a copy of your future husband, and let the man see for himself how comfortable you are under my tame, and see who can marry you, slut? _Other Organiser
The daughter went to hell.
The next day, she came to school with a bag.
She jumped.
I thought I’d take these videos and photos and sue Zhao for his crimes.
But he didn’t kill directly.
The daughter jumped herself.
He committed the crime of rape, and he will bite back. He will say, “My daughter is depressed, my daughter is mentally ill, and my poor daughter has taken the bait.”
He will not be sentenced to death.
I want him dead.
No, I’m gonna kill him.
He forced my only family to die.
I’ll kill his family.
I’ll avenge my daughter in my way.
19
My perspective.
My daughter and I moved out of our home.
Living with my parents every day.
I’ve always been surrounded by nightmares of terror, and marriage has cast a huge psychological shadow on me.
Although I know that Zhao Jin-soon and Wang Fong are in prison, they pay for their evil deeds.
But the death of that night still creeps me out.
Strangely, the daughter was completely unaffected.
She grew up like nothing ever happened.
One night, I dreamed again of being cut to death with a knife.
I was scared to sit up.
My daughter held my hand, “Mom, it’s over. I’m sorry.
“Dodo, aren’t you afraid? I’m sorry.
And the daughter said: “I am not afraid, no matter how many times my mother will save me. I’m sorry.
20
Dodo Perspective
I had a terrible nightmare.
There was a woman in the dream, scary, with a sharp knife and an axe.
She killed me and Mom.
I want to save my mom.
I can’t watch Mom get killed.
But when I was young, I couldn’t beat the bad guys.
I just want Mom alive.
I remember two years ago…
One time Mom went to the hospital to look after her sick grandmother.
Dad led a high school girl home.
The girl was very pretty, but she didn’t say a word.
Her eyes were filled with fear and resentment.
When Dad went to cook in the kitchen, she came over and strangled me.
But with a strong desire to live, I woke up.
The time to wake up is the moment Dad leads the girl.
I screamed and told my dad, “With or without me, I’m gonna tell Mom about this girl! I’m sorry.
Dad was so scared.
He mistook us for being friendly.
Dad took the girl and went home to comfort me.
He said, ‘That was a poor sister, and the family was poor, and his father was only a charity, and he helped the needy with money.’
He said, “If mom knew, she’d be sad and would feel like she was wasting her family’s money. They’ll fight, even divorce.
He said, “The sister will never be seen again, so forget it.”
I chose silence for Mom.
Two years later.
When this bad guy ran into my house, killed me and Mom.
I knew it. The girl came back.
I’m gonna save my mom.
No matter how many times.
Just like Mom would have saved my life.
(concluded full text)
Author: Good weather.
Record number: YX01DXmaj5PNorQ90
No murder.
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
Sweet rabbit. Wait.
x
