How do you view a good man as a blackout?
Zhang Laifu is a well-known honest man and even his daughter calls him a loser.
After his daughter was killed, he took the knife…
December 30, 1999.
It’s a new one. It’s a good name. In two days, it’s a millennium year. It’s all lit up. The neon billboards have a year-round ad.
Zhang Ling filled up a 100-to-100 membership card and bought a couple of cards and opened a machine.
The Internet café is full of people, the smell of smoky noodles and the smell of smoke in the noisy halls, sometimes with a few cursings, and has been painted here for several nights.
Zhang Liang’s pretty, stylish, short hair, hot, make-up with a Hong Kong movie star, Ziol’s short hair, and Zilong’s short hair, and he wears makeup. Zhang Ling talks to her from time to time, Zhang Ling doesn’t care, he cuts out a few games, and the penguins at the bottom right side of the screen cough, open, talk about a long time of online love.” “Honey, I’m online. Are you playing games?” By the way, my friend just said that we had a New Year’s event in the morning. I’m sorry.
“I’ll be fine anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow, but you’ll have to pay for the train ticket. Zhang Ling’s finger flies, pops the next line, clicks back, sends.
The new Nokia placed on the table had another buzzing vibrating, and Zhang had a glimpse, and this was the seventh call, and she had not answered the first six.
I didn’t want to take it, but the people next to me frowned and looked at her a few times, about because her cell phone was always shaking, and Zhang Ling couldn’t help but pick up the phone, and they couldn’t take a breath. I told you to go home later and play games at the Internet cafe! I’m sorry.
What time are you coming back? It’s almost 11:00. It’s too late.”
At the end of the phone, Zhang Ling’s father made some humble or even flattering voices.
Zhang Ling is soft, “Okay, okay, I’m going back. I’m sorry.
Zhang Ling hung up on the phone and made a deal with Cai, the punk, 31st, and got off the line and rushed home.
Zhang Lai Fu made a table, sat there, turned on the TV, and the table was warm and warm.
Finally, the sound of a key-snatching door opens, and Zhang Lai Fu knows that Zhang Ling is back, he’s busy, he’s willing to open the door.
Zhang Liang, the oldest daughter of Zhang Lai Fu, only got Zhang Li Fu when she was 40, so she was never heard loud or red, until Zhang Lifu became more angry, and Zhang Lai Fu was often taught by her daughter’s nose.
Zhang Laifu was black and crippled, dressed and old, and if he met him outside, Zhang Ling would not have called him, just as if he hadn’t seen him, and now I see my old father cooking a table, moving and rushing to open the door for myself, even though he had a bad leg and foot, walking slowly and walking slowly, waiting for him to come to the door, Zhang Ling had to slow him down a little bit, “I told you not to wait for me, wait for me.”
It’s not very nice, but if you’re concerned, Zhang Lai Fu is so happy, he’s busy with Zhang Ling’s food, “It’s all your food. I’m sorry.
Zhang Ling sat down, took chopsticks, ate a few sips in his heart, and Zhang Lai Fu stood by her side to feed her, without realizing it, and he started talking: “Ling Ling, you’re 26 years old. You have to find a job. You can’t play games all day, you can talk to people…”
Pop!
Zhang Lai Fu just said something to her, and Zhang Ling got angry and fell on a chopstick. Besides, did I spend your money?”
Zhang Lai Fu is a bit restless, but at his age, he’s like a child who made a mistake.
Besides, did I ask you to raise me? I’m not your own. No wonder everyone out there says you’re a loser! The more Zhang Ling said, “Why do you think my mother likes you? That’s why my mother came to you when she was pregnant. How could she marry a cripple who was 40 years old and wouldn’t have met? Do you know what you call it? I’ll call him the Catcher!”
“You’re ashamed of yourself. I don’t care if I tell you one thing. Are you still in jail for being dirty? When my mother gave birth to me, I’d be dead if you didn’t get in there and find you. Last month, my friend told me he saw you at the police station. Did he do the same thing again? I’m sorry.
“No, it’s not what you think… it’s just a misunderstanding, I’m, I picked up someone’s wallet, returned it to him, and did good.” Zhang Laifu wanted to explain that misunderstanding, which was clarified later, that he had never done anything wrong in his life.
Zhang Ling didn’t want to hear, lost a bowl of chopsticks, went back to the room, fell down the door, and said, “Don’t tell me I don’t have time to listen. I’m going to leave this house anyway. I’m sorry.
Two.
Such disputes are common and Zhang Lai Fu has long been used to them and will not really take them seriously. Zhang Ling, if he doesn’t like it, will try to stab him in the pain, but Zhang is well aware that the spirit is a knife, and how can she really be involved?
The following morning, Zhang Lai Fu, as usual, went out to buy Zhang’s favorite soybean tart, and when he came back, he was afraid to knock on her door, fearing that it would be early, and that the spirit would be upset, until it was over ten o’clock, and Zhang Laifu knocked on her door and shouted.
It’s been a while.
Zhang Lai Fu’s heart was so restless, his eyelids jumped and opened the door, and he did not even see him.
The room was a mess, the closet door was wide open, the suitcase that had been placed on the top of the closet was missing, and several items were missing.
Zhang Lai Fu thought of the words of the Spirit last night and was afraid that it would be impossible to open it.
Zhang Laifu was worried that he was keeping his seat on his family’s plane, calling Zhang Ling several times, but had been left unattended, or either he was connected, he was hung up, and he went back, and he couldn’t get through.
Ling Ling won’t answer his calls, Zhang Lai Fu won’t call her often, but it’s still hard to get through in the afternoon. Zhang Lai Fu is in such a hurry that he is afraid of something.
It’s also common not to pick up his phone in Chang Ling, but it won’t really stay off the phone.
Zhang Lai Fu began to look into the home phone book, the little phone book with the fury side, the 90 cents of the book, the Zhang Laifu writing a single picture, some friends of the Spirit, some old classmates at her previous school, Zhang Lai Fu’s eyes were bad, holding the phone, placing a number of numbers to ask where the Spirit was.
I can’t get through the phone, I can’t ask anyone. Zhang Laifu has to go out of the door, look everywhere, go to the Internet cafes where she usually eats, and there’s still nothing to gain…
It was late in the night and Zhang Lai Fu was not hungry for a day, but was sitting alone on the bench at the table, without a light on, looking old and tired.
“I’m leaving this house anyway! I’m sorry.
It’s like the sound of a spirit last night, and maybe the spirit really doesn’t like the family anymore.
When he fell asleep, Zhang Lai Fu didn’t even come back to the house, he was sitting at the door, sitting on a table and chair by the door, afraid that he would not be able to see, even if the spirit came back.
The morning was woken up by a bell from his family’s aircraft, which scared Zhang to death, fearing that the spirit would call him back, rushing to drag that lame leg to the phone, to pick it up, very soon, the old shadow of the phone, which became so stiff, as if it had been hit so hard, and the phone was still ringing until, at the end of the phone, there was a strange voice of concern: “Hello, ask… Are you listening? I’m sorry.
His head was buzzing, his hands were empty, his hands were out of hand, Zhang Lai Fu was shaky, his body was shaky, his head was full of the female cop on the phone … A dead woman was found by the river with an identity card in her pocket, suspected to be Zhang Ling, and asked him to come and identify him.
3
“The deceased, Zhang Ling, age 26, can be presumed to have been dumped by the river, which is not the scene of the first case. I had Zhang Ling’s chat record drawn up on December 31st at 6:30 p.m. on a train to go to Jiangdong and the Internet’s friend, Cai Prick. He was also contacted by Plankton Choi, who confirmed that he and Zhang Ling had agreed to meet, but did not receive a call at the scheduled time, and he called Zhang Ling and was not answered. I’m sorry.
The man who was in the middle of the night was in debt, handing over the information to the woman on the side, a tall woman with short hair, short hair, plain clothes and mud on his shoes, and it became clear that he had just been called back in an emergency. We elders are not good at comforting families. I’m sorry.
The white wind is nodding, but it’s all on the file, “Have you checked? When was Zhang Ling’s last contact with his netizens? I’m sorry.
“31 p.m. around 5:10 p.m., then I lost contact with Zhang Ling. However, on this call, Zhang Ling stated that his cell phone had been lost, that he had borrowed from someone else ‘ s seat, that he was worried that the Internet lover would not find her, and that he was still on the phone in Rio at night to pick up the person after the station. We checked, the plane was called from the Ming box factory, near the train station, and colleagues have been sent to take evidence. I’m sorry.
“Is the time of death fixed? “The white wind said that it was going out with colleagues and that attention was still on that file.
“It’s basically locked. The food residues in the stomach of the deceased indicate that he had eaten three hours before his death. It takes four hours for people to eat to get their stomachs out. She said she saw the victim yesterday at around 2 p.m. and the victim left after eating the powder.
They were saying, “Going through the end of the porch, turning the corner, and suddenly they’re screaming.”
It’s a 60-year-old who looks like he’s been up all night without rest, and he looks like he’s all over his head and his hair is all messed up. The old man sits there in peace and quiet, and he loses his mind.
Zhang Lai Fu, the family member of the deceased, was recognized by the White Wind, and the family member was identified as the deceased.
Nods with colleagues, white wind comes in front of Zhang Laifu, “Uncle Laifu, I’ll show you the body. I’m sorry.
Zhang Laifu raised his head slowly, looked at people and noded and followed the little white wind without a word.
When Zhang Ling’s body was seen, it was even a bit silly Zhang Lai Fu that finally responded.
Zhang Ling lays on a cold, cold metal table, covered with white cloth, and the white wind pulls it down only a little bit so that Zhang Lai Fu can see Zhang Ling’s remains.
Zhang Lai Fu wonders why a good man suddenly lies here in cold blood.
And he did not cry, but stood there, weeping silently, and his rough hand rubbing a face from time to time, and the white wind was unbearable, but the white cloth came back, reminding him, “Let’s go, Uncle LaFou.” I’m sorry.
Unsurprisingly, the old man, who was honest, did not mess with the police, but noded in silence, after all, for life.
It’s just that, while on the way out, the sight was accidentally swept from the photo on the whiteboard.
With a large scarf and a red coat in it, with a bouquet of flowers tied to its waist and a bow tie, with its legs on, in the cold, with high heels, with a knitted cap on its head, with fine makeup on its face, and going to meet the Internet.
Zhang Lai Fu stopped there, half sided, leaning on his head, looking at the picture of the top, and kept his eyes open.
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
Zhang Laifu shook his head and followed the little white wind silently until he closed the door, and he was careful to keep his voice silent and to endure his whims, asking, “How did the spirit die? I’m sorry.
The white wind hesitated and told Zhang Lai Fu that he died of asphyxiation. It should have been… suffocated by strangulation. I’m sorry.
“I, when do I have to take Ling Ling back? Zhang Lai Fu still asks carefully.
“You go back and wait for us, we’ll be as soon as we can. I’m sorry.
“Wait, how long?” Until then, it was not for this man, who had been honest, who had been desperate to ask, but then he gave himself the answer, and he said, “I will cooperate with you, and I will cooperate with you in order to catch the bad guys who are evil.” All right, all right. I’ll wait for you to hear. I’ll wait for you.
Truth, reason, pity.
Coming out of the city in the afternoon, Zhang Laifu walked under the sun limping, but felt not warm, and he did not know where to wait.
4
The sister-in-law’s mill has been in operation for years, and she is a fat woman who has been running the mill for more than a decade near the school. Every day, a group of students come to her house to eat powder, the ones who graduated for many years and occasionally return for a bowl.
Now, at this afternoon’s hour, the students are on vacation, the business of the powder shop is still good, and the sister-in-law is busy entertaining guests, seeing an old man in the store and saying, “What do you want to eat?” I’m sorry.
Zhang Lai Fu was just sitting there, he was a bit clumsy, he wasn’t nodding, he was just sitting there, she was so angry, he didn’t take care of an old man, he didn’t rush him. Zhang Lai Fu was trying to disturb her until she was finished, and she didn’t leave, and he asked, “Did Ling come to you yesterday to eat?” I’m sorry.
The police had asked about this earlier, so the boss’s wife reacted, saw Zhang Lai Fu, and had compassion. “On the 31st, around 2:00 p.m., she did come to me for a bowl of powder. I saw her in a big suitcase, wearing a nice dress, so I remembered her. I asked her where she was going, and she told me she was going to the train station. By the way, her phone was on the table and it was still ringing. I don’t think she answered. I’m sorry.
Zhang Lai Fu recalled that the police said that Ling Ling’s cell phone had been lost, but that at that time her cell phone should have been left, and that the old phone that he refused to answer should have been called by him at home.
Thinking of what the police had said before, Ling Ling lost his cell phone and went to the Ming Box factory near the train station at 5 p.m.
It was as if Zhang Laifu had suddenly been electrocuted, came to God, walked out without a word, without even a word, and she had not been able to ask him where he was going, only to see Zhang Laifu, and then groaned with some sympathy and impudence, and shook his head, and went with him.
It took Zhang Laifu more than three hours to get to Ming ‘ s cardboard factory near the train station.
The factory was closed, the iron door was closed, and only the doorman’s room was lighted.
When Zhang Lai Fu entered through the side door, half of his head came out of the window of the doorman’s room, where a doorman was watching the night, early and watching the film.
There is a watch at the door. The watchman on duty is Zhou Zhang. He is a young man in his thirties and is thin, because he is a young man, so he has a TV and DVD in the doorman’s room for his leisure, and he’s watching a large piece of the U.S. with his name on it.
Zhang Lai Fu tried to sneak in from the side of the door, but the doorman found it. Zhou Ziang turned his eyes and saw an old man sneaking in.
“How did you get in here? Zhou is holding Zhang Lai Fu away.
Zhang Lai Fu is in a hurry, struggling to get to Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zheng Zhang Zhu Zhang has been restless for two days. My daughter had food in her stomach, two o’clock powder, five o’clock phone call, and nothing in her stomach was digested when she died. I’m going in to find evidence and report you! The murderer is in your factory! I’m sorry.
Zhou Qiang’s doorman was desperate, “The police have been asking, did the woman come to us to borrow the phone or am I on duty? She said she lost her phone and tried to call us on the phone. It was hard for me to see her with a suitcase. But she left after the phone call, and when she left, I carried her suitcase to the door, and he left! I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou Zhang suddenly thought of something, “Yes, I heard that someone else saw the woman leaving our factory. I’m sorry.
“I don’t care!”
An old man who restrains himself and obeys the rules in the day, and at the moment, he is helpless and exhausted.
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5
Don’t tell me the old man is real. He won’t let go.
When the doorman refused to let him in, he remained outside the iron door of the cardboard factory, for several days in a row, asking if he had seen her daughter, where she had gone and who she was with.
The manager of the factory couldn’t watch, called the police, and White Wind himself came to talk to him.
“Uncle LeFleur, this will affect our investigation and the normality of the factory. “Believe with me and believe that we will surely answer your daughter’s death.” I’m sorry.
For many days, Zhang Laifu has changed, passing by before him, and is afraid that he will not be recognized, and his hair is disorganized, his skin darkened, his beard full of beards, and his clothes and his cotton are in a mess, and he lives like a homeless man.
It’s surprising that the old man, who was so careful that he wouldn’t mess with himself, was so stubborn that he wouldn’t follow the white wind, he held his hands against the police and said, “I won’t go, or you’ll arrest me and lock me up.” I’m sorry.
The white wind can’t help him, so he lets go. I’m sorry.
Indeed Zhang Laifu is hungry, and he eats his buns with cold water, and his stomach hurts, and the path to justice for the Spirit is long, and he will live until then.
For a moment, Zhang Lai Fu had noded his head and went to the nearby breakfast shop with a bowl of hot congee.
Watching him drink the porridge and trying to persuade him, Zhang Lai Fu opened his mouth. I’m sorry.
Zhang Lai Fu’s old, gruesome eyes, eager to look at the white wind, and repeat, “My daughter’s out of the trunk and looking for it.” I’m sorry.
“There it is. The white wind came back to him and answered, “The dumps near the dump site, but the things in it are scattered, incomplete, may be taken away, and we are still looking for them.” I’m sorry.
“In a photo of Ling Ling, she wore a dress and she didn’t own the bow. I’m sorry.
“What? “The white wind had an accident and asked again.
“The way the psychic bows, just like her mother. It’s not surprising that the mother and daughter have never been with each other. They’re the same. Zhang Lai Fu looked down and said, “That day I saw that the bow of the spirit wasn’t her own. She was undressed. She was dressed by someone else. I’m sorry.
The white wind’s eccentric, with the unsolved weight of the puzzle in its eyes, “Zhang Ling or virgin.” I’m sorry.
Zhang Lai Fu is confused by that.
He raised his head with surprise and heard the news, whether he was relieved that the spirit had not been subjected to further aggression, or whether he was increasingly confused because his guess had been rejected, and he asked, “I have seen television, it is impossible for the murderer to leave no trace, such as fingerprints, like fibers. There must be something left behind by the killer. I’m sorry.
The little white wind swayed its head, “When Ling had gone out, people came, especially at railway stations, and had so much fiber on them that it was difficult to lock one of them down. There are fingerprints, and there are many prints on the luggage, but there are many people who have carried the suitcase in the middle of the journey, or there are accidental contact. As for the inner layer of the spirit… only the hair fibers of the deceased’s own and the defunct horny cell. I’m sorry.
It’s said that two people came in outside the breakfast shop, a woman with a 112-year-old girl for breakfast, who recognized the white wind and said to her, “Hey, white officer, come for breakfast. Is there anything we can do to help you?”
The white wind greeted them, and the phone rang, and it seemed to have taken a call, rushed back to the station, and told Zhang Lai Fu not to think, believe them, and left in a hurry.
As soon as the white wind left, the woman with the child probably guessed Zhang Lai Fu’s identity, and lamented him, and comforted him: “Big brother, take care of yourself. These policemen are professional, they came to me the day after the accident, they found me, and they will find him soon. You must take care of yourself.”
Six.
The woman just tried to take her child to the other table, and Zhang Lai Fu rushed to death and caught her and scared her to death.
All I saw was Zhang Laifu’s whole body rushing towards some nerve, holding on to him and asking, “What are they asking you?” Have you seen my daughter? I’m sorry.
The woman was so upset and so nervous, he said, “I saw her at 5 or 6 o’clock. I saw a woman in a red coat coming out of the cardboard factory, and I saw her wearing a tight scarf hat, and she was naked on her legs, and she stepped on a heels, and I felt cold. I saw her in a suitcase with a big bag in her hand and dressed like that … I looked at the bouquet and said, “It wasn’t too early for blackening. I saw her with a big sunglasses on her face and her heart was not afraid to see the road.” It’s not just me. Several people saw it.”
When Zhang Laifu slowly released her hand, the woman quickly pulled her hand out, took her daughter far away from Zhang Lai Fook, and saw Zhang Lai Fook walk away from her head, and the whole person lost her soul, and the woman said to her daughter, “See that he has to stay away from him. Poor is the poor, and it is exciting here.” I’m sorry.
When women say that, they also point to their own heads.
The woman’s 112-year-old daughter was not so scared, but felt something new. “Mom, did you just talk about the weird aunt you saw last Friday? He’s weird, he’s in a weird position. We English teachers don’t walk like her in heels…
Zhang Laifu, who had already come to the door, listened to it, and looked strange and had a long time to go, and suddenly he ran away, limping, and running back to the Ming Sing box factory, blocking the door.
After work hours, Zhou Zhou Zheng tried to close the iron door, and Zhang Li Fu blocked it. I’m sorry.
Zhang Lai Fu ran in with Zhou Zhou’s collar, and the whole man was like a red-eyed lunatic. Give me back my daughter!”
Zhou Jianqian was young enough to get an old man to hit him with a button and to follow him back, and two men broke the side door, swung a piece, both of them rolling around on the ground, with a gray-faced face, a dog hole on the upholstery wall, all black on the side of the dog hole, and all over them.
“Are you fucking sick? Zhou Zhang can’t stand it, one rolls and takes the upper hand and wants to ride Zhang Lai Fu under his head and punch him in the face.
Zhang Lai Fu is a tough guy, too, with Zhou Zhang’s collar in his hands and a big mouth.
Zhou Zhou Zhiqiang’s fists were suddenly braked, and the twirling was a shock to the factory, where he sent people to tear up the two men, and Zhou was free to wear his collar back and breathed and watched Zhang Laifu get out, pushed outside and shut the iron door.
7
Zhang Laifu was thrown out of his life, and he sat down against the outside wall for a long time without standing up.
It was hard to recover some strength, Zhang Laifu slowly lifts his hand up, and for a second, the dust and weeds that were on his body, and when it was on his shoulder, Zifu’s hand was moving, with a slight shaking of rough and clumsy fingers, carefully removing a little bit of what was on his shoulder.
It’s a piece of plastic, the size of a fingernail cap … More precisely, it’s a small piece of residual tape, a sense of plastic, an irregular black corrosive colour around it, a sign of burning, looking closely at the sticky side of the tape, and it can also see a bit of curly on the tatter that’s on it.
Zhang Lai Fu’s instincts know that he must have found important evidence, but the brain is a mess, and those pieces of information are eager to come up with an answer in his heart, an answer that the spirit of heaven constantly guides him to.
“Did the old man leave?”
In the distance of the wall, there was an impatience voice that Zhang Laifu had never heard, but the next one, Zhang Lai Fu, heard it, heard it, was the guard Zhou Ziang, who he had twisted.
Listening to Zhou Zhou Zhou Qiang being honest to the man, and observing himself: “The chief is assured that today will not happen again, and I will never let the old man in and mess up our factory!” I’m sorry.
The man who was called chief by Zhou didn’t get so upset, “O Cho, I wouldn’t let you come here if I wasn’t looking at your family. I won’t say anything if you’re hiding in there watching the disc, and you’ve come here several times, and you don’t know if you’re here to salute me. Just say last Friday night, I wanted to go back to the office and get my keys and call you at the front door for half a day…
Zhou noded his head and laughed at his tail and said, “Serge, I must have peed. I’m in a hurry. I’m sorry.
Seeing Zhou Zhou Qianqian’s eyes are so low, he’s so slow, he waved, he says, “Forget it, you get the bill. Didn’t Yu leave a car box for the electronics factory? He said he took a leave of absence last Saturday. I’m sorry.
“Oh yes yes yes, I have the manifest, I’ll take it. Zhou Zianqiang thought about it, scratched his head and went back for it.
8
Zhou Zhou hid in the doorman’s room, took a left look at his neck and made sure he didn’t see the shadow of Zhang Lai Fu, so he came down from the doorman’s room and tried to snuck out.
Only once the Iron Gate had been sewn, Zhou Zhou Zhou Zianqiang heard the sound of a swirling suit on the right, and once he turned his head, he turned to an old face that was not even a little bit pale.
Zhang Laifu was standing there, standing against the wall under the outside of the doorhouse, and there was no movement until Zhou got out of the iron door, and he stood up, staring dead at Zhou Ziang, not making a sound, with a knife in his hand…
Zhou Zhou Zhou shivered his head and said without exaggerating that in such a cold day he was suddenly sweating as if he had been bitten dead by a mad dog. Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Ziang was a little scared.
“You, what do you want?”
Zhou Zhou’s first reaction was to turn around and run to the iron door, and he snuck back to the door and tried to lock the door, but one step later, Zhang’s finger was stuck there, and Zhou Zhou sewped through the door, and Zhou Zhou looked into his eyes with his death, scared him to lose his conscious legs, left the door open and pushed Zhang Lifu’s knife in.
“I, I called the police and I told you…” Zhou was shaking, and he went back to the doorman’s seat, staring in his face, and consciously trying to hold the phone because Zhang Laifu was standing at the door with a kitchen knife.
“Kill for death! I’m sorry.
The old man, like a ghost, has turned into a man, he’s got a stench on his face, he’s got no face, he’s got a hard eye on him and he’s gonna eat him alive.
“You, you’re full of shit! Zhou Zhou Zhou Zianqiang felt the heat in his pants, wet his pants with a cry-blow, “I didn’t tell you, your daughter borrowed the phone and left. I’m sorry.
“The spirit was killed here. Someone put it in the trunk and threw it at the river! When Zhang Laifu said that, he had a knife in his hand, he looked dead on his face, and he cried with his old heart: “You were the last to see the spirit, and you killed it! I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou Ziang will still bite to death: “Don’t be ridiculous. Do you have proof? I’m sorry.
Zhang Laifu raised his hand in tremors, holding in his hand a piece of tape with burnt marks.
“There’s hair on it. How dare you take off your clothes and see if it’s torn off of you? I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou Zhiqiang consciously pulled his sleeve down when he saw what Zhang had in his hand.
Zhang Laifu saw his move, and there was nothing but pain and grief in his old eyes. “My daughter’s clothes were taken off and put on, but White Officer said that Ling Ling was still a virgin. If it wasn’t for the garb, why did she wear them again? I didn’t know until I met the sister and her daughter at the breakfast shop, and the kids wouldn’t lie. They saw the Spirit coming out of your factory, but they also said that the Spirit walked strangely, as if the shoes didn’t fit their feet. I’m sorry.
Zhang Lai Fu fingered Zhou Keung, with red eyes, “It’s you! You killed Ling Ling and walked out in Ling Ling’s clothes. It’s so cold, it’s so dark, you can’t see it! No wonder the white officer said that the inside of Ling Ling’s clothes was only his own fibre and cell, that you were smart, that you were watching American films, renting so many dishes, and that you learned to cheat the police. I’m sorry.
Zhou’s saliva, his face is clearly confused, Zhang Lai Fu is possessed by a ghost, it’s terrible, it’s able to magnify all the micro-details, it’s amplified…
“When Ling Ling went out, there was only one bag, as did the lady in the powder store, and you yourself, but when she went out, she was seen carrying her luggage and carrying a big bag. You stuffed the Ling Ling in the suitcase. That bag was your own clothes, right? After you dumped the Spirit, you hid in your own clothes, and then you tore off the tape. You wanted to burn the ruins, right there in the dog hole! I’m sorry.
Zhang Laifu’s finger was in the direction of the dog hole they went to during the day, and he squeezed the piece of tape from the dog hole, biting his teeth and saying, “But the skynet is back and forth, and I found it. I heard your chief saying that you weren’t in the doorman’s room that night. The hair on the tape, once checked, knew it wasn’t you. Why did you kill my daughter? I’m sorry.
“You, don’t talk nonsense. Zhou’s panicking, shaking his hands and feet, breathing so intensely that he suddenly recovered some calmness: “Even so, the hair on the tape is mine, and you can’t prove that I killed your daughter, and it’s normal for us to tear a sticky box off a little hair on our hands. On me, on me…”
Zhou was holding his sleeve tight and his collar tight, and the collar was too wide because he had torn it up during the day and Zhang Laifu to cover it up. He was running his brain very fast, but he was afraid to take his clothes off, and he could not explain how the duct tape tore off.
Zhang Lai Fu-chian, who had long since fallen in his heart, in exchange for his endless anger and the enormous strength of everything, he was blinded, staring at Zhou Ziang, holding his knife and holding it tight…
“I’ve been a loser my whole life, but you underestimate a father, avenge his daughter, and you can give up everything! I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu! You’re going to jail for murder! Put the knife down!
“I dare! Zhang Laifu’s neck is sore, he bites his teeth tight, his back teeth squeak, and his eyes are soaring.
Zhang Lafgog raised the knife, like a red-eyed fighter, cutting it up and pissing it out. Every time he cut it, he slashed everything in the doorman’s room, crawling on the side of the door, hiding because he was young and moving fast.
I saw Zhang’s knife lifted up on him, and Zhou put his hands around his head and shouted, “I say, I say!”
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Zhang Lai Fu, after hearing that sentence, stopped his actions…
Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zian Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhang Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zi Zhu Zhang Zhu Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zian Zian Zhu Zian Zhu Zhu Zi Zi Zhu Zhu Zi Zi Zi I think she’s meeting someone at the station and she’s bending over and trying to get it out of her suitcase. What is it, when she bends, I think her thighs are smooth and make-up, and it’s pretty, and that day, I drank a little more, I got up, I got up.”
Who knows that the woman fought hard when Zhou Ziang came back and strangulated him?
“I just, I just snapped her neck. I just didn’t want her to scream. * * * * * * When * * * When I find her silent, dead, I’m scared * *
He rubbed Zhang Ling’s neck in a mess, and then Zhang Ling’s suitcase, and when he wiped the box, a terrible thought appeared in his head…
“I poured out what was in the box and then tried to shove her in it. But this big box, I was afraid that it would be visible, and I thought of it… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .and I took off her clothes, and I feared that my hair would be on it, so I put it all over my body with tape, and then put on her clothes and stuffed the body into a box. Like you said… I put my shoes and clothes back in a bag and then I took my luggage out. I’m sorry.
It’s just that he didn’t realize that women’s heels were so difficult to walk, even if they weren’t the right size…
“When the body was thrown to the river, I helped her put her back on her clothes, threw the case into the nearby dump, put on her own clothes and drilled back from the dog hole. Zhou Zhou looked carefully at the little piece of tattered tape left on the ground by Zhang Lifu, and then I burned it. …and when I woke up the next morning and looked at all the things that came out of my suitcase, I remembered that there was nothing left to do. I’m sorry.
He packed it in a bag, which he was trying to dispose of, but the body was found early in the morning, and a whole bunch of people were rushing to make fun of it, and he had to pack it in a box that morning to transport it to the electronics factory, mixing it in.
“I wanted to take care of it when it was over. Zhou Zhou, who knows Zhou, took his eyes off Zhang Lai Fu and didn’t dare to see Zhang Lai Fu, “The police are here, and you’ve been lying down on our factory day and night, and I’m afraid I won’t go there I’ve told you everything. You’re gonna leave me with the police. You can’t kill me.
Zhang Lai Fu’s heart is bleeding, especially when he hears how Zhou Zhang Ling was killed and how Zhang Ling was dumped.
“I killed you son of a bitch! I’m sorry.
Zhang Laifu was unable to scream in a depressing manner, and his eyes were red and red, and he had to cut down with his knife, and he was so scared that he was struggling, he climbed around, he was caught by Zhang Laifu with his collar.
When Zhang Lai Fu grabbed Zhou Zhang Zhang by death and cut him down, it was as if he had suddenly heard the voice of the Spirit…
“One day you put a man on fire, I’ll be your father! I’m sorry.
It was the words of the spirit that day when he and himself argued, while Zhang Lai Fu was still in his ear, and Zhang Lai Fu was so excited that he was so sober that he kept his hand on Zhou’s collar and cut the knife, and stopped right above Zhou’s nostrils, near the edge.
Zhang Lai Fu thought of the spirit, thinking that the spirit was the most in love, that he could not go to prison, and that it would upset the spirit…
At the same time, the sound of a police car siren came from afar, from a distance and near, surrounding the area…
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The police car blocked the door to the cardboard factory and the police broke into it.
“We found the clothes of the deceased at the electron factory and now need to take you back to the investigation. Zhou Zhou cuffed himself and took him out, and before he left, he looked at Zhang Lai Fu, who was sitting there, and told his colleagues, “Get someone to return his family. I’m sorry.
Zhou Zhiqiang was taken away and Zhang Lai Fu returned to his home, but he was just sitting there, sitting at the place where he was sitting, guarding the house, and his eyes were emptied.
There were footsteps in the walkway, the key was inserted into the doorhole, and Zhang Laifu’s back was as straight as the conditions were, and his eyes looked at the position of the door, waiting for a long time, but no one came in, just the sound of the neighbor next door opening the door and closing it.
It’s as if it’s only then that he bends his back slowly and sits alone in this empty house, without the light on, and he’s old and old.
Author: Narrative
How do you view a good man as a blackout? – Answer from Story Archives.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
