Foul.
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
Three months ago, two daughters accidentally crashed from high altitude.
Subsequently, my wife accused me of deliberate murder.
Even though I was not able to take care of it, I was also unconscious.
I don’t understand why she wants me dead.
Until I heard two recordings she gave me…
One.
“Is that enough? I’ll answer the phone.
Enough. “It’s like a big bass in his nose. He whispered to me that the evidence we had was sufficient to prove that my ex-wife had falsely accused him of being framed.
“Is it really enough? I’m sorry.
“Yes, if you want, it is now possible to bring a counterclaim before the Court. I’m sorry.
“…Mr. Liu? Are you still there?”
“In. I replied, “If I bring her to court, what are the chances of success?” I’m sorry.
“50-60% has it, conservatively estimated. I’m sorry.
“How much criminal responsibility does she have to pay?” I mean, what if the crime was framed? I’m sorry.
“At least two or three years,” he replied, “This is a serious case. I’m sorry.
Indeed. I’m sorry.
“Mr. Liu? Do you want me to come over? Let’s get some more details? I’m sorry.
“Come here. I’m sorry.
“Okay, I’ll be there at noon. I’m sorry.
I tried to cheer myself up after I hung up.
Let’s be happy, we’re back in town and we’ve taken the whole farce.
But I just can’t laugh, and it’s a big irony that, after all this, this is a superficial victory.
Maybe Wan Yung is waiting for me to turn her into a total demon.
The phone rings again. Isn’t it true that Mr. Chiang misread our evidence? I pick up the microphone, it’s Mom.
“Are you okay? “Mom asked me with concern, after a week of trial, and these days of darkness, what comes from the original family, whatever it is, like a greeting from the mother’s district, can make me cry.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry.
“How’d it go with Mr. Chiang? I know she knows my “good” is fake. She didn’t pok me, I didn’t pounce her. I’m sorry.
“There it is. I’m sorry.
“Can we sue her?”
“should be. I’m telling you, “Lawyer Chiang is on his way, and he’s going to make sure I have some details. I’m sorry.
“Attorney Jiang is a good man. Mother lamented, “It’s not like the lawyer, the bao! A demon! I’m sorry.
He’s the plaintiff’s lawyer at last week’s trial. He’s my ex-wife’s lawyer.
Her big pie face, last night, I had a creepy dream.
She’s going to push me in the dark hole of the abyss with my ex-wife.
“You must not be soft. “Mom says, I doubt she’s the one who sent the bugs in my belly.” Hear that, son. That woman slandered you, and she tried to kill you was the heart of stone… it wasn’t your fault, son, you didn’t throw them down on purpose, so–“
“Stop it, Mom. I know. I’ll turn back. I’m sorry.
“Have you had breakfast?”
“Eat. I lied.
“What can I do for you?”
I picked up the phone because I couldn’t stand it.
Mom won’t be angry. I’ve done that before in adolescence. There’s more to it now, isn’t there?
I sat back in the middle of this big empty house, and the whole man fell into the sofa and waited for counsel to come.
Two.
It has been two months since I lived alone in this house, and there were three other people who lived with me, and now, two dead and one who wants me dead.
It’s been almost a hundred days since the beginning of the year.
If there is a chance that my life will always be set at a certain moment, I will not choose, as long as any day before then, any second.
To this day, the scene before and after the incident remains as clear as the iron, accompanied by a hot and bitter pain. Every frame hurts,
“Dad, are you hungry? On the third floor of the mall in the back corridor, Gigi asked me and explained to herself, “I’m hungry and my sister is hungry. I’m sorry.
Kitty always thought she was the sister of the twins. Because that’s what we said — actually, technically, she’s a sister.
Liu Feng Qi, one and a half minutes later than Liu Phoenix. It’s the one who’s sister.
I deliberately confused their sisterhood with her, “So, Kitty has more reason to take care of her. “When we can’t afford to take care of it.” I’m sorry.
“We’ll be eating soon, okay? And I said, “When Mom gets out of the bathroom, we’ll go.” I’m sorry.
Gigi was happy to say yes, and he laughed twice, too.
Wan-Yung hasn’t come out of the toilet. Honestly, I was hungry too.
In order to find out, I wanted to get into that alley and see if the ladies’ toilet was in line… I wanted to have two kids sit on the bench and wait for me, and then I thought, now that there’s a lot of trafficking and child-jacking, it’s better to keep an eye on it.
So I held my child — one on the left, one on the right.
Kitty quietly attached my shoulderbones, and he was tickling, laughing and twisting.
They’re only four and a half years old this year, and a little older, maybe I won’t be able to hold two at once.
“Stop it, Mitsubishi. I said: But she didn’t get it. Her little feet were still kicking.
I took them and looked in the mall’s alley: the ladies’ toilet was waiting in line, standing outside.
It’s like it’s in there, and it’s still an unknown number.
This is the peak of fun, New Year’s Leave, not just the ladies’ toilet, but perhaps the number one.
Back out on the bench, looking at the men, women and children on the third floor in the corridor, I thought, never put the children down.
They were quiet, Qiquis fell asleep, and there was no squealing of their fingers.
On the other side of the back corridor, I’m looking straight ahead at a Korean food shop that just opened.
As soon as the door was opened, people came in with their own pick-up numbers.
One of the waiters came out of the room and put a large black board two metres to the left of the shop.
It says “preferential policy, special-priced food” or something, I guess.
Korean food is good, it’s been a long time, remember the last time Wan Yong said she liked Korean food too? I was unsure to look up and try to read the colored pen on the blackboard — Gigi began to talk in a dream, and he didn’t understand it very well and stomped on me. Who said she was hungry? Children are children.
It also started to get sleepy, probably infected by its sister, and hit a big one.
Wan Yung still hasn’t come out. I’m trying to figure out the details on the blackboard in the back corridor. What’s next? What just a dollar?
It’s sad and ridiculous for me to stand up and walk up to the fence here and never let the child fall down, flashing a sentence like that in my head, and then thinking.
To prevent it, I kept my arm off the fence, but in case it happened: Singing up his legs, his feet on the railings, and it was fun to keep them.
I was so scared I looked down at her and cried out, “Come back! I’m sorry.
I know that, too, in the past few years, the attending doctor of Cheng’s name has repeatedly stressed that he should not be reprimanded or even speak to her in a more accent. She doesn’t understand what it means. Such a tone can only give her unprovoked excitement.
She’s scared of me, she’s swirling, like she can’t keep up, and she’s getting out of my arm, and she’s starting to lean forward.
In a few short seconds, I’d like to take her back in retrospect — leaning forward, stretching out my right hand and trying to get a skirt to hold the white and green striped dress.
As a result, I caught an empty space, and there’s no one left in front of me.
I know what it means, with the heart sank down, and the brain can’t feel anything so much that I don’t hear the continued scream — while I stretch my hand to get to the hardcore, Kitty is caught between me and the fence.
When I came back, she fell off the rails.
The great excitement put me in a state of near-discovery, after which I realized, until the police asked me, why Qiki fell: anyway, because of me. I stuck her on the fence, and that wasn’t the normal weight. She had to break free, of course, and then flipped over with inertia.
Turn it over…
3
After what happened, I felt that I should be held criminally responsible, but I didn’t — it was just a brief statement by the Public Security Bureau, which the Money Officer explained to me, which was so long, that my understanding got so bad, and finally, I got it: One is my fault and the other is my own child, so I am not criminally liable.
When I got back, I got surprised: how could I?
Because it was his own child who died, in the broadest sense of the term, without punishment was the greatest punishment. I thought so, sitting up on the sofa, pouring myself a glass of water and waiting for counsel to come.
Remember, on the bus that finished the transcript home, Wan Yong immediately proposed a divorce.
I waited a few seconds, and I said yes.
She said she hated me. When she was in love, she said she loved me the same way.
It’s the habit of euphemism, and when you’re going to express an unstoppable emotion, her face is frozen, like fear of self-restraint and reaction is exaggerated.
“Sorry.” I said.
She didn’t answer me, and her face was still so stiff, she looked out of the window, and she didn’t start to sobbing until the car arrived.
The day before yesterday, when I was sneaking into her house to find proof that I had been framed, I accidentally turned over a pathological diagnosis: moderate depression and post-traumatic depression. I found myself still in love with her, not just guilt, but “in love with her,” after she had fabricated so much heinous evidence to kill me.
A month ago, I received a summons from a local people’s court — a joint indictment by my ex-wife, Wan-Hong, and the police, accusing me of deliberately murdering two of my daughters and of “disguising shamelessly as an accident”.
Of course, the summons itself does not have the latter sentence.
Seeing this, I’ve had a long time: deliberate murder? Really? After that, I took a breath of cool air: what the hell are you doing?
Soon after the summons was received, I was summoned by the police.
Without telling anyone, including Mom, I was alone in “investigating”.
From the mouth of the police, I was able to see what she was doing: first, the officer showed me a picture.
It’s a kid in the picture, Mitsubishi, exactly. She was lying on her back, lying on the ground, and her skin was covered with terrible bruises, like a belt.
The officer asked if it was me, of course I denied it.
That’s right. I didn’t do it. I’d say that there’s never been such a wound in the Mitsubishi.
This picture, I recognize, was taken about a year ago, and was taken by Wan-Jong: I was not off work that day and I was driving back.
Wan Yung left work earlier than me, and she called and said she had just found a strange tattoo on his back, unknown.
I told her to take a picture and send it to me, and she took it — she put it on his back, and it pointed to a white print across the back, and she took the whole back.
At the time, I couldn’t see what that was. I wanted to wait for the rest of the day to take her to the hospital.
As a result, in less than a day the white print disappeared, as if it had never existed.
In response, I was as fortunate as Wan-Hong, repeatedly confirming that nothing was different and that I did not take her to a doctor.
What I didn’t realize was that, after a year, she would take this picture of me without any cynicism: it’s definitely a picture of the P, and she’d put several terrible marks on the back of the diamond, and then she’d come up with an ambiguous story:
“Your ex-wife said that when she found out a year ago that you had abused your daughter, you swore you would never do it again, and she did not pursue it. I’m sorry.
“There’s no such thing as that. She’s lying. I’m sorry.
“She’s lying. Why?”
“Because she hates me.” I said, “You know what? I killed two of my daughters. It was a mistake, but she hated me as much as she hated my bones. Soon after that, she filed for divorce. I think she wants me to be punished? Let me die?”
Deliberate murder The four words once again appear in the mind.
I swung a little bit — that’s not all, just a few scratches a year ago, how could it be connected to the current crash? Or murder? That’s not all. I’m afraid it’s not real.
The officer looked at me quietly, and he didn’t say anything.
“What? I’m sorry.
His tongue swung and walked out of the interrogation room and came back with a flowery, green thing in his arms — the toy ball of Kitty.
We gave her a birthday present.
Toyball has a recording function, with a hidden microphone and a small memory card.
When I was two years old, I knew that Kitty would use it to record her singing, and lately, she didn’t play much, and I was about to forget the recording.
The police officer put that colorful toyball on the table, and I remembered Kitty, old “old” times, from which he couldn’t help but remember: maybe I should die… And finally, I came to life: damn it, but die under a false accusation of euphoria, absolutely not.
“The police comrade, whatever this is,” I just tried to argue for myself, and he pressed the key hidden on the ball: Gigi sings a whole room and I just want to cover my ears. The officers keep changing the audio, changing it, moving it to the one he wants me to hear.
4
The lawyer is here. He just hit the doorbell.
It’s so polite that I’m sure he’s here, not anyone else.
“Mr. Liu. “It is possible that Mr. Chiang has shown a tired, polite smile, and perhaps he didn’t sleep last night, in order to study our new evidence and the possibility of a counterclaim before the verdict is passed.
I invited him in. He took out his shoeplugs from his pocket and ably put them on himself: “Have you eaten breakfast?” He’s whispering.
I’m sorry, because Mom asked me the same question on the phone 20 minutes ago.
“None. This time, I chose to answer the truth.
“I know, it’s tough times. He encouraged me, “When we win, you can have a good meal.” I’m sorry.
Yeah? I doubt it.
“Ah, Mr. Liu, let’s get down to business. Mr. Chiang sat down and started to pull out his briefcase, “You did find conclusive evidence: the original picture of a fake siphon, and the PS half-finished from your ex-wife’s computer.
What needs to be remembered is that you can’t just say that you broke into the house and opened the computer. It would be preferable to be vague enough to allow us to ignore it. Otherwise, it’s also a point where the other side can bite. I’m sorry.
I consulted with my lawyer on this point and reached a good conclusion.
“And,” he put the file back in his briefcase, and said, “The toy ball that you can record, what your daughter said on it, to be honest, still worries me. I’m sorry.
“What worries? I’m sorry.
I don’t know how she made all of this, but I have to say it’s impeccable.
That is why I understand counsel’s fear that, to this day, I have not found evidence of the forgery of the two tapes, but it cannot be true.
The first tape was recorded three months ago with a serious and frightened tone.
She doesn’t often say, “Dad always makes me do strange things…” And then she literally listed a few of them. It was awful!
The second recording was a series of strange voices of men.
Wan Jong accused me of being a pervert, and the Toyball recorded evidence…
No way.
As far as I’m concerned, euphoria has used some way — mostly by high-tech means — to make this shameful audio, accusing me of Chitty and making me a total devil.
The method of production is very sophisticated, otherwise the police will not be able to detect it.
And the second, I suspect, is a little bit of an adult film that was pulled from the Internet and covered up.
This, however, is not the whole story of false accusations.
Wan Yung also crafted a story: she told the police that the day before the beginning of the year, the day before our four members went to shopping malls, the night that Liing was laughing at the cartoon.
Gigi ran to Wing-Hong and said, “Mom, I have to tell you something. I’m sorry.
Wan Yung asked what was wrong. Gigi’s whole face is flat, as if it was “not allowed to go outside.”
And as she was about to divulge, I, her father, came out of the room, and she shut up and didn’t tell him what had happened until the tragedy of the next day.
“Your ex-wife accused you of hearing from Kitty in the room, knowing that she wanted to confess, and then came out to stop her, and the next day, she was thrown to death with him. I’m sorry.
In a cruel restatement of these things, Mr. Chiang said, “And then, while she was cleaning up her belongings, she happened to find these recordings in that toy ball, and this whole story, to be honest, I’m really worried. I’m sorry.
“What are you worried about? I’m a little angry, “Are you worried I’m lying to you, I’m really an animal, and I hurt a killer while she’s trying to tell the truth? I’m sorry.
“No, I believe in your honesty. I’m sorry.
“Then you…”
“I’m afraid people don’t believe you. The entire chain strongly led to deliberate murder. And, for the time being, we still do not have any evidence against those two recordings. I’m sorry.
“Isn’t there enough proof that she’s lying with that photo? I’m sorry.
“That’s what I’m talking about…” and he’s rubbing his thumb in his head and groaning.
I feel cold on my back.
Finally, at a later date, I instructed counsel to file a counter-claim with the court immediately.
Counselor Jiang solemnly promised me that he would take off his shoes and leave.
And I was alone, sitting back on the couch that was empty as a wilderness, looking out of the window at the luminous sun, crying helplessly.
Jesus.
I miss them so much.
5
At 2 p.m., I was finally starving, and some of the resistance came out.
What can I eat? I wandered off the ground thinking that big steps straight out of the neighborhood.
I never liked this neighborhood, too much of a garden, and it was chosen here. She likes green scenery, I don’t care.
Remember when you looked at the house, you came down from the elevator and said to me, “How about we buy this place?” I like it here. Look at Liu Suk, it’s a nice view and a nice house. I’m sorry.
I agree. That was six years ago, we were just engaged.
As young people who are about to enter the house of marriage, we are passionate about everything, meeting almost every day, preparing for the wedding, eating noodles in a soup store across the street from the neighborhood, sitting next to each other on the bench in Greenfield Park, without even having to say a word.
We’re pretty sure there’ll be twins, twin girls.
It’s always been a joke.
By the time Kitty and Mitsubishi were born, we were all astonished, followed by surprises and sincere pleasures.
The problem with the Mitsubishi was discovered when she was three months old.
Dr. Cheng says it’s good that we found it early.
I don’t think it’s anything. After all, it is easier for us to discover the problems of children than for non-twin families, and it is easier to say, by day after day.
Dr. Cheng has given us a professional term and has simplified it.
Mitsubishi suffers from congenital mental disorders that may affect future intellectual, comprehensible and linguistic abilities.
Gigi’s safe, doctor says it’s rare: One of the twins is defective, the other is not. Unfortunately, Gigi is perfectly healthy.
We don’t know what to say, but we have to face it.
Dr. Cheng’s treatment is very expensive once a week, so my income and that of her is good enough to cover more than enough.
Dr. Cheng is about 50 years old and wears a pair of school glasses.
He’s been doing all kinds of rehabilitation exercises for him, and although we still have little to do, we believe in “suspendance is victory” and that’s all.
In the third week after the incident, I got a call from Dr. Cheng, and he asked me why I didn’t bring Rinko here for treatment.
I was in a panic, I couldn’t breathe, I pressed the other hand’s divorce draft, and I cut off the phone — until last week, I sat on my couch and called Dr. Cheng back:
“Mr. Liu”?
“I have to tell you something, Doctor, about the children. I say it with a stiff and solemn voice.
It’s like a bad signal, and I can’t hear what Dr. Cheng said. “I suddenly felt so scared.
To explain to outsiders what happened recently, it was torture, and the electricity that covered the signal made it impossible for me to “quick” and to stop here in an awkward manner, sweating like lice.
“What’s wrong? For a while, it was like the signal was finally ready and the sound of a doctor who couldn’t figure it out.
I adjusted my breath and told him what happened.
The conclusion was that the treatment had to be interrupted and that the period had to end thanks to the help of the doctor.
At the end of the conversation, Dr. Cheng comforted me, said something, came out early, looked forward, and I knew that he was being kind, but I thought it was “false”: If he’d had a similar experience, he would have understood that the cheesy of encouraging people would be a joke.
I thought I’d walk out of the neighborhood and pass a road, and I’d run out of strength, leaning on the pole by the side of the road and crying a few times.
The fistshake reminds me that now is not the time to complain about the “why do this to me” and to rise up and expose the false scheme of euphemism before the court decides.
Even for Mom, I can’t break a jar: She’s 70 years old, and she’s been through the accident of her granddaughter’s death, and if I get another three-and-a-half and she can’t take it, 10,000 percent.
My stomach screamed to remind me that if I don’t eat, I can’t. After a brief intellectual struggle, I walked into that restaurant, which was frequented by Wing Yong.
Is it time for dinner? I looked at the no-fiction shop and I was surprised.
Look at the watch 12:30, it’s not surprising if it’s the weekend.
Is it the weekend? I’ve been trying to figure out that for a guy who hasn’t been at work for more than a half a month, “The Day of Today” is an Olympic problem.
Anyway, I ordered a soup bag and onion noodles on the counter.
When I got better, I tried to find an empty spot. At the bottom of the shop, there was a four-person seat, with only one woman sitting on it. I sat down with my stomach on, and I was looking at the “eat-eater” and my heart was so full of it.
“You…”
Wan-Jong was surprised. He looked at me. She ordered a soup bag and onion noodles. Before I said it, I thought it was so bloody bad. It’s like something that’s in a novel.
The difference is that we’re not young and separated for many years, but a divorced couple who complained about the death of her child, and last week she tried to kill me with the law…
“Wan-Yung”?
Xu Wan-Hong didn’t answer, left half the noodles he ate and stood up and wanted to leave. I stopped her with the right volume:
“I found the evidence that you framed me. We’re going to turn you in. I’m sorry.
She stopped.
I can’t help but keep going down and putting the situation to its own disadvantage: “That picture you’re P, I knew it was just… there’s proof now. I’m sorry.
“What evidence?” she asks with the mean words that make a person hate himself. I shrugged my shoulders:
“You’ll know by then. I’m sorry.
“Anyway, you’re a monster, a demon. “It’s like euphoria.
“How can it be? I couldn’t help but say out loud that the people next to me turned around and said, “That’s all you made! Because I killed our kids and you wanted me to. I’m sorry.
“Really?” She snarled, “Did I make them all?” I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
She stopped talking and went straight out of the way, taking her way out of the way among a bunch of predators who were struggling to find a seat.
And when my onion noodles came up, and I apologized to the waiter, and pursued him out of his hungering belly.
Stop! I’m sorry.
She didn’t stop. She crossed the road at the yellow light. I’ve been chasing her in the back, half a block after I grabbed her shoulder.
She’s crying. “If you want to turn your back, why bother me?” When I’m still your wife?”
What does that mean? And I asked, “Is that the recording real? I’m sorry.
“You know better than me, right? I’m sorry.
“Wan Yung! I yelled, “Answer the question, it’s serious.” I’m sorry.
“What right have you to yell at me? Have you?”
Xu Wan-Hong turned and left.
I’m standing there and I don’t know what to do.
“I didn’t do it, really. Do you really think I’d bully Kitty? Tell me you really think so! I’m sorry.
Wan-Hong stopped for a while, like he was dragged by an invisible hand.
I guess it was the beauty of the past that attacked her, and she started to split up, and she didn’t know what to do.
Once again, I caught her, looked her in the eyes of tears, and confirmed: “Is it true that the tape was not forged?” I’m sorry.
She nodded with an almost undetectable range.
And that feeling, for me, was like Qiya and Riyagi falling again in front of me.
Bang.
Bang.
Six.
After the divorce, after consultations, I spent half my money on the ownership of our house.
I didn’t like it here, but she didn’t want to stay and went back to that old apartment.
It’s a legacy of her parents.
When we’re in love, we don’t have a lot of money, and we’re always stuck in this wallless, broken apartment, room 302 on the third floor, with all these simple and beautiful memories.
In the house, the memory of the swirling brain ball poured into my nose, into my brain, into my heart, like a time tunnel. Although I broke in here three days ago, I found proof of P-figure.
There was no such feeling at the time — we did not say anything on the way here. One after another, it’s very comprehensible. And shut the old door, which squeaked, and said, “The recordings are in the computer. I’m sorry.
I squeezed into the computer chair without saying a word and wanted to open it.
“What evidence do you have against me? The blogger says:
I told her frankly that I broke in here two days ago and found the PSD source file on this computer.
I don’t know. Wing Yung is silent again, the computer is open and requests a password.
I put in the six-digit code for all our bank cards, and the computer, like three days ago, entered the main interface.
“I admit it. He said, “I did P, because I hated you — you killed our daughter, whether it was unintentional or something. As a mother, you have no idea how much I hate you. I’m sorry.
I waited for her to continue, enter the word “recording” in the resource manager’s “search” interface, come out with an index, and I saw the folder that was shown as “recording evidence of toy ball” hidden deep, with seven or eight mothers in Russian style.
“I was just confused, maybe just trying to let it go? P., after that picture, I called the fake police and said you had a history of abuse of Mitsubishi, and that the accident was probably not a simple one, and asked them to check it out.
I know it only makes things worse. Most of the police will find out I’m making up the facts, and then … It can be said that at first I didn’t mean to hurt you, more, to hurt myself. I’m sorry.
She choked, “Because I don’t know what to do. I know I can’t blame you for that anger, but… it has to be sent out in some way to make me feel better…
She said it was like a disease, and the only way to alleviate it was to hurt each other.
I lit the first audio file and rehearsed her voice: she was scared and didn’t know what to do.
I know Kitty isn’t the kind of kid with a bad mouth.
She did say the word “daddy,” and “daddy” was the name of the devil.
“P, after about two weeks, I looked at the children’s remains. We listened to the recording together, and Yuen went on to explain, “And then I found the recording in the toy ball. Those two recordings, that night, Gigi wanted to tell me, and I didn’t say anything… And finally, I gave the ball to the police, and I wanted you to be really punished. I’m sorry.
I set up a second tape, with the voice of a man who was definitely not me and who could not prove it, and I asked him, “Phone in front…”
“I continue to hide because…” and for that obvious reason, “I must convince the police officers that I am afraid of losing their trust, and that I must convince them of what happened that night. They are absolutely true. I swear by my daughter in heaven! I’m sorry.
For a while, I didn’t know what to say — really, really, really, really, really, it was a P, but the recording was real… I suddenly had new questions, left in the current context, which seemed to be a little off the hook, but I couldn’t help but ask:
“That depression, that diagnosis you forged, right? I’m sorry.
“Why do you think that?
I don’t know why I think that, “Well, that’s true.” I’m sorry.
Wan Yung didn’t answer me, the eyes started to empty. It’s true. I think, in my heart, it’s a pain.
“I shouldn’t have been honest with you. She said, “You said it wasn’t you, you swore it wasn’t you! But who knows? Gigi did say “father”! She did say–“
“Think about it,” I’m interrupting her speech and recapitulating what it looked like a few hours ago in his defense. Because I bought this toy ball for Kitty. I know it has a recording function.
Suppose I’m such a monster, I mean hypothetical! Let’s just say I’m such a monster, and I’m not stupid enough to get Kitty on tape, okay? The “Daddy” in Kitty’s mouth, whoever he is, must have no idea what this toy ball is. I’m sorry.
Huan-Jong’s face is shocked. Like I first heard this debate, I was conquered by counsel Jiang’s wisdom.
I waited for her answer, and in that short minute, I thought of dozens of answers that she might say.
As a result, I didn’t guess a thing.
“I miss them so much. She cried and told me that anger and anger had faded.
“Sorry. * I hold my ex-wife and I say to her, “I miss you too…”
We cried hysterically.
7
At 2:00 a.m., I got a call from lawyer Chiang.
“Mr. Liu? “Sorry to bother you so late.” I’m sorry.
“Is something wrong?”
“Just so you know, I just saw a notice from the court: our counterclaims have been granted, and their people will come tomorrow and get more information. Just like I told you, it’s all right, Mr. Lau. I’m sorry.
“The court’s still working so late? I’m avoiding the question by asking questions.
“No, no, no, no, no, no. I just saw it at 4:00. Sorry. I’m sorry.
“All right. I’m sorry.
“You’re at home?” counsel asks again.
“Why do you ask?” I’m a little angry.
“Are you not at home?” He was a little surprised, “Well, their people are coming tomorrow morning.” We’re all very concerned about what happened to you. If you’re not home, come back early in the morning. I’m sorry.
“I will. Six o’clock?”
“All right. I’m sorry.
Before I hung up, I wanted to say thank you, but it was under pressure from the current situation.
Put the phone down, I turned over and woke up the euphemism by the pillow. “You’re leaving?” I’m sorry.
“Not really. I mean, seriously, “I think we’ve got to figure this out. I’m sorry.
“About what?”
“Prosecution. Your suit, and my suit. I’m sorry.
She looked at me like she was still awake. I told her what Mr. Chiang said:
“…the counter-claim review is passed, and tomorrow morning it will be dead. I’m sorry.
I cleared my voice and said, “We’ve solved the misunderstanding. You didn’t fake those tapes to frame me, nor could the man on the tape be me. Let’s call the police, drop all the lawsuits, tell the police and find out what the man who did to Qiki is.
Wan Yung sat up and I thought she was going to talk, so I settled.
I said, “I can admit to the court the fact that he tortured him, so you don’t have to take any responsibility.” I’m sorry.
She opened her mouth to me, “No! How? Your lawyer has already filed a counterclaim with the court. The evidence…”
“I said I faked it. I hold her hand, and I say, “Just pretend that the picture with no scratches is my P, okay? I’m sorry.
Then you shall be held accountable. I’m sorry.
“Of course. “I am to be held accountable.” I killed the kids. I ruined this house, didn’t I? What is this punishment? I told her I wanted to try to protect her from harm, and that’s what I should do. A kind of salvation, or something.
“No way. “I won’t let you take the blame.” I’m sorry.
“Wan Hwang…”
“There’s no discussion of this! I’m sorry.
I can’t talk to her, but there’s a sin in my heart. We decided to drop the charges and tell the police about the new discovery that the man on the tape would not be me.
“We need a lawyer here. We’re all dressed up and sitting at the front table. I’m sorry.
“Don’t. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“Call to counsel Chiang. “I don’t trust that smile. I’m sorry.
Half an hour later, lawyer Chiang arrived. On the phone, I told him the story, except for the re-emergence of my ex-wife and the fact that I slept with him.
Don’t look at us like that for a second, and then turn back to the face of the “professional elite” and put shoes on the door.
“The earth is dirty, it doesn’t have to be. I’m sorry. After a moment of shock, Mr. Chiang spent twice as much time taking off his shoeplugs, then stepped in carefully and told us: “In the case that I was involved, the only other thing that I wanted to leave in the middle of the night was a case of illegal drugs. I’m sorry.
“Sorry. “I have to say,
“It’s all right,” he waved, and now, when I heard his bass cannon, I had a comfortable sense of security, “so, your misunderstandings were resolved and the accusations of both sides were dropped. I’m sorry.
“Yes. We say it with one voice. Mr. Chiang wrinkled:
“And you want to call the police and let them find the real ones who bullied Kitty? I’m sorry.
“Yes. “Fan Yongton has taken his place. I’m sorry.
“I have to say, it’s more meaningful than that drug case, for me. He solemnly said, “Put on me. I’m sorry.
“Thank you so much. I said:
“Nothing. Don’t forget to pay me. I’m sorry.
Mr. Chiang has been talking to us for a long time.
And finally, the initial decision: I’ll be cleared of all charges and I’ll be held responsible for the fake P.
It’s not a felony, it’s the only place I’m so relieved… Mr. Chiang promised to take care of all of us, including the courts and the police.
Of course, we’re gonna have to show up eventually. Lawyers are just helping us out.
It was only at five o’clock that Chiang Zhang left his house, full of his name and all of his talent, and as the door closed, I suffocated against the back of the door.
Wan-young is shaking. I walked over to hold her. “What happened that night? What Kitty wanted to tell me was…
“It’s probably something to be bullied. I’m going to say, “As the recording suggests, may be a long-term act? Gigi was so small, now he’s feeling wrong. I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t she say anything when you came out? I’m sorry.
“She may find it hard to say, eunuch. She’s closer to you, isn’t she? I’m sorry.
Makes sense.
“Long-term behavior…” repeats the words, “What kind of animal! I’m sorry.
“Whoever it is, should have been able to reach Kitty for a long time. Kindergarten teacher or…
I’m all frozen.
Because I thought of a terrible possibility.
“or what?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer it, almost with the force of force. “I advise myself, while operating the computer, to turn on the million-year calendar in the cell phone. The folder called “Toyball Recorded Evidence” was buried deep, and I had to use the file search engine again.
Liu Suk? I’m sorry.
“God damn it! The one, the one who fucks!” confirmed, I slammed down that unstoppable computer table and cursed.
Exactly.
I know who that guy is.
That animal.
8
Back four years ago, as a new parent, we were in the joy of “twining the door” until we realized something was wrong in the diamond industry:
A little bit fatter than Kitty, a little bit more real, and for us, it’s pretty obvious — a little meat is sister, a little thinner is sister…
Three months later, for a cruel reason, we began to fall back: a little fleshy was the “sister” , the “sister” , the “sister” , and the leaner Qiki became the one-sided sister.
The “cruel reason” is, to put it bluntly, that there’s a brain development defect in the diamond.
It wasn’t Dr. Cheng who confirmed us at first, it was a middle-aged woman.
She said that she could also give a rehabilitation exercise to the Mitsubishi, but that “doctor Cheng would do better” was a sincere suggestion, and she did.
After comparing me with her, I think Dr. Cheng’s age and the generosity of the female doctor have led us to choose the former…
Now think about it, if we were to step in and treat women’s doctors… without saying the results of the past, there is no way to say that, at the very least, in Qiki’s brief 1,000 days of life, a little less incomprehensible.
Dr. Cheng! I’m sorry.
After hearing this conclusion, Wan Yong was shocked. I’m sorry.
“Look, I’m showing her a computer screen. “The second recording is the one where a man’s voice is strange, and it’s behind the title.”
Time?
“Yes, time!” I’m glad Wan Jong was able to keep up with the rhythm, “Read it.” I’m sorry.
Wing Yong read it. This recording starts at 11:12 p.m. on May 14th, 2022 I’ll hand her the phone.
The interface is showing that on May 22nd, May 14th, Saturday, when you realized that, and behind that, you’re saying, “That’s when we take the Slims to rehab?” I’m sorry.
We would have taken him to Dr. Cheng for rehabilitation every Saturday.
Gigi will go with you.
After all, she’s too young to be left alone.
Gigi’s a good boy. He’s never gonna cause any trouble. The three of us will wait for the rest of the room next to the clinic while they are in the clinic.
There’s only one door to the restroom, which is connected to the consulting room, and there’s only one consultation room to go through.
By the way, it is true that while Kitty is alone in the restroom, every time there is — one is our trust doctor, the damn trust; the other is that the payment for this treatment is complicated, and the two of us have to go back and forth for 10 minutes, on the first floor and on the 14th floor. Every time we go to pay, Kitty waits alone in the restroom.
Sometimes, for example, on May 14, because it was at noon, we went across the hospital to get some food, and it was a long time.
Why? Because we trust Dr. Cheng.
“We shouldn’t have trusted him! * I’ll bite my teeth and say *
Wing Ying covered his head and thought for a moment, “What’s the matter with “Dad” in Qiki’s mouth? Why did she call her father Cheng? I’m sorry.
Honestly, I don’t know.
If you have to guess, Dr. Cheng has made her call him that — Gigi has known him since he was a child.
After all, when they were three months old, the course of treatment for Slim had begun … It was not hard to imagine that every time, within the few minutes of my departure and that of her, Dr. Cheng would harass her.
At first, it might have been a very friendly set of disgusting words like “I’m your second dad.”
And then, when the relationship was set up, the guy started to take advantage of the ignorance of the child to satisfy himself.
“Don’t tell anyone, or your sister’s illness will be over. Will he say that? I’m surprised I’ve come up with something like this? If Dr. Cheng says so, I can’t believe there’s such a demon in the world.
Unbelievable, but indeed it is one of the reasonable and few explanations.
“It’s true that Kitty will take that toy ball and you say that he didn’t have a fight with him…” And I’m scared to ask.
The more I want to be scared.
“I’ll kill him. I’m shaking my claims.
“Don’t be impulsive. I’m sorry.
“Don’t you want him dead?” I ask.
“I want him dead. It’ll work just like calling the police. At this time, euphoria is surprisingly calm.
I can’t help but wonder why you weren’t so calm when I was being falsely accused.
“Kills for death, even if the man who killed was the worst. “You think I don’t want to kill him myself?” If he is, he is…”
“He must be. I’m on the phone.
“Then we call the police, now. Wing Jong said, “Take up your cell phone.
While she was waiting for the dialing, she looked at me and said, “Why did you miss?” This is a question.
I couldn’t reach the front because of the tone, and I didn’t say anything. I’m sorry.
“At least one will stay!” She finishes.
Yeah. I think weakly.
Wan Jong began to explain to the police officer on the other side of the phone, but before the call was over, I went downstairs and sat down on the steps, looking at a point of focus.
I didn’t cry, I was just thinking, if I had leaned a little more, would Kitty have survived?
Nothing’s going back.
Now, the only thing I can do is make that old devil pay. Even if it doesn’t change anything, he has to pay.
9
Three days later.
“Mr. Liu, where are you?”
“I’m outside. I’m sorry.
“The Qu Ji forest was released. On the phone, counsel told me I didn’t know.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“You know?”
“Hmm. I just watched him go back to the hospital, and the guy came down from the car, and he looked all alone and he didn’t care.
“I told you to get ready at first. “There is no evidence. You know, the time suffix of a recorded document can be altered, even if it is established that it has not been altered, it can only be indirect evidence. I’m sorry.
“We haven’t altered it. * I’m picturing the steering wheel.
“I know, but…” The construction site behind the hospital sounded a drill, and I didn’t hear what Mr. Chiang said, and I didn’t have to hear it. It was mostly something I didn’t like to hear, and there was nothing substantive about it.
“…you say?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.
After I hung up on the phone, I sat down in the driver’s seat, and I had no evidence. It must be him. It must be the guy.
Ten days ago, when I called Cheng Lin to explain the reason that he didn’t want to be treated, it started to sound like a mess.
I thought it was a question of signal, and now I think it’s more possible to explain that Cheng Jilin heard my serious tone and wanted to talk to him, thinking, from his own point of view, that Qiki had confessed to what had happened in the lounge, and that I had come to him to settle his account — he was so scared that his hands were so soft, his cell phone slipped on the ground, hit the corner, and caused that series of electric noise.
Ugh!
Sitting down for a second, I walked out of the hospital parking lot to the clinic.
Originally, the hospital’s inpatient section was under construction and the entire building was being renovated.
And that movement I was so bored to think that heart attack wasn’t going to kill?
I don’t know where I’m going, my brain’s empty, one head in the elevator in the clinic, and a 14-story button in a crowded pile.
When I got up to the third floor, my heart started sweating, and I came back: What is this? You’re going to find Cheng lin and face him?
I went down the elevator on the fifth floor with three middle-aged women.
No way! I keep telling myself, no impulsiveness!
Violence seemed to solve the problem, but it would make things worse — my mother needed my care — and euphoria: she was being held in administrative detention because evidence had been forged in front of the police. On the positive side, Mr. Chiang has played a part in my letter of understanding…
Anyway, my mom needs me, and she may not need me, but I hope she needs me.
I breathed, repeated, from the security stairs down to the first floor, and I was ready to leave.
That’s a family of four, just like we used to be. They came out of the lower elevator. Men are older than me, and women look like Wan-Yong. Their clothes were a little less elaborate, but the two children were dressed very well: the little boy was held in his father’s arms and looked at his face, and I knew that he might have some defects, like the one in the Mitsubishi.
The other girl was much older than her brother, who looked like he was six or seven years old, carrying a medical card and a bunch of checklists. The other hand holds Mom. The four of them came towards me.
The following is the contribution window. Having realized that, I made way for them. The girl kindly told me thank you and I nod back.
“It will work, just hold on. After payment, once again passing by me, the man said with full confidence to his wife, “Doctor Cheng said, just…”
They’re far away. I looked at their backs, and there was a rippling of their stomachs.
The cell phone rang, it was called by lawyer Chiang, and I looked at the call and didn’t answer it.
Five minutes ago, the man’s strong foreign accent was in my mind:
“It’ll work. Just hold on, Dr. Cheng says, just…”
That little girl, if…
There may be more victims.
It’s just something you can’t just think about.
10
On that day, in the loudly constructed hospital parking lot, I was glad I didn’t pick up a sharp iron bar in the construction area and went into the building to cut off the obscenity of my head.
It seems that this is what a father who loses everything and has no recourse to do.
But I didn’t.
Thank God I didn’t.
It’s probably the purest and quickest way.
But if I do this, I’ll leave behind all those who still need me — my mother, for example — and euphemism.
Speaking of Wing. I don’t know what she’s thinking right now, but I think what we can do for Qiki and Jasmine, except to put Cheng Lin in jail, is to “maintain” as much as we can:
Keep it together, keep us together as a family bond.
Yeah, I don’t want Kitty and Mitsubishi to look out of the sky like Mom and Dad.
I don’t want to be a stranger to euphoria in a time when it is difficult to solve misunderstandings.
We are survivors. We have just had enough hurricanes to teach people to fall apart.
But it was me who started the hurricane — I failed to make it a tragedy, and for that I was destined to live the rest of my life in a state of blackness and guilt…
So in conclusion, whatever the response, I think I will choose to accept.
Dr. Cheng finally paid the price three weeks ago.
That night, Mr. Chiang called and told me with great excitement that Cheng lin was arrested! I’m sorry.
“When! I’m sorry.
“Just an hour ago. I’m sorry.
“How is that?”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Liu, your release worked.” He means the long article I posted on Twitter. It’s a whole story.
It’s a sincere “confession” to express his confession to Kitty, to the Mitsubishi, to his mother and to her euphoria in the face of the online environment.
It is also an “alarm” that exposes the true dirty nature of Zhang Jibai.
I hope that someone will give us a clue and that the parents of the children who have been “heard” by him, and I want them to be careful not to worry about this.
Once the article was published, public opinion was aroused. He was even given a “lawyer’s warning.”
I have not wavered, and nothing can shake me — and many of my netizens have called me because of the fact that I lost my hand and killed my child, and because I am a forced slander of “subjective” and “indefensible”, spreading speech that undermines the trust of my patients.
There are all sorts of insults and slanders, which add to the fact that I try to swallow everything in silence like a big, open trash can.
I won’t take it away, I won’t die because it’s the only thing I can do right now.
Now, finally, my suffering has resonated — a friend who reported to the police that he was the father of an eight-year-old girl with a similar illness to that of the boy, who has been in school in Linna for more than three years.
Having seen what I said, he first understood why Dr. Cheng was suddenly dismissed from his post.
Come back and stop asking about your daughter…
– “You know what,” he was so excited, “I heard that the kid didn’t answer at first, but the look was obvious and, um, the last question came out, her father immediately called the police. I’ve already been… hello, hello, Mr. Liu.
Then I couldn’t help but talk to my lawyer, and I was crying at my handler and coming around the table, and I was a little nervous, and I said, “Who’s phone? What’s going on?” I’m sorry.
“That’s what Mr. Chiang said.
I didn’t finish my speech, I looked at her in the eye at the moment, and the emotion came up, and I threw away my cell phone and held her tight.
“Sorry.” I cried and said.
“Sorry. She’s like a parrot who talks like me.
“Sorry. I’m like her too. Then she learns from me.
We just let each other out, like two idiots in a Chinese phrase.
As if the gap between us had faded at this moment.
(concluded full text)
By Tucker.
Case number: YX01PqmjpyYenBdV
The body sleeps.
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