Have you heard of evil and evil? – What?
A couple of demon brothers met a crazy woman and ended their criminal lives.
Her name is Qin. She’s a wild animal who wants to kill someone.
One.
My name is Qin. I’m sick.
You know, there’s a boy with chickens on his face who’s always laughing at me as a child without a mother.
I’ll be back in class with my hair and my skirt.
Until one time he tore me in a stationery box, a picture of Mom.
That day, I was like a string in my head, and the boom broke.
I looked at the ugly boy who laughed and punched him in the nose.
Then, in his frightful eyes, the stool was lifted and hit on his head.
When he cried down, I rode on him with a pen in a stationery box and lashed his right arm with it.
And as he screamed, I started laughing, and I grew louder.
Most of the students who were there were crying. Until the teacher came in and pulled me off.
That year, I was 14 years old.
They were first transferred from the police station to a nearby juvenile facility and then, two months later, to a psychiatric hospital, where they were diagnosed with severe manic disorder.
A year later, I was discharged from the hospital and only lived with my guardian.
I’ll follow my dad wherever he goes for business.
Then you put yourself in a little bedroom. Learn, watch movies, practice calm yoga, never see sunlight.
Everyone who knows my condition knows how dangerous I am.
Even I’m afraid of being mad and always resisting to go out.
But my dad’s not afraid. I’ve never been a liability.
Even if the boy was a second-generation official, his family had invested in my father’s business.
But in my dad’s eyes, I’m not a madman out of control, but still the little princess.
Because I’m not going out. Every time he changed his place of residence, he set up a large house in advance, all dressed up in my favorite style, just to keep me from thinking that it was my cage.
Later, my dad’s company went bankrupt.
We went into exile to Southern County. It’s only enough money to rent a room.
He sleeps in the living room and leaves me the bedroom. The warm blankets, the books in the booth, the only smartphone that’s still the best in the house, all left to me.
Late that night I went through the door and asked him if he would have been better off if he hadn’t been protecting my crazy daughter.
“Dumb kid. “The night of the winter, the light laugh of my father.
He says you’re crazy. Everyone’s afraid of you. I’ll let you out and bite him.
He’s got a big joke and I’m crying.
Because I heard the last thing he said:
“So you’re protecting Dad. I’m sorry.
This sentence has completely changed my life as an animal.
Two.
It was my 19th birthday two months later.
In the evening, I cleaned up the house like a new one, cooked two bowls of noodles, poured out last night’s culinary and waited for my dad to come back.
I prepared a sentence as a surprise to my dad.
I’m gonna tell my dad I’m a grown-up, ready to go work.
I decided not to lock myself up on the side of the door. To return to human society in the most calm manner.
I want him to believe me, not again. – It’s his best birthday present to me.
I thought that my decision would unlock my dad’s tight eyebrow and bring a light to this family.
But then I didn’t wait for my dad.
A cop, knocked on the door.
He told me outside that my dad had an accident.
He died of serious injuries and the driver escaped.
Three.
Last time I met my dad was at the crematorium.
A young police officer named “Lian Siu” gave me something.
A used laptop.
Liang said, “This is the most valuable thing on the dead.” At that time, almost all the bones of the deceased were broken.
The body was found lying down. Both the body and the arms, they’re all on their own laptops.
Liang is a little late and sorry: “We doubt that there may be any evidence in it, but it’s a new computer. I’m sorry.
But I know. I know.
A while ago, I said I’d make some money if I wanted to write on the Internet.
And my dad said he got me two birthday presents.
So that notebook is one of them.
This is my 19th birthday, after the midnight bell, and I fell on the steps of the crematorium and cried my whole life.
I understand that I will never know another gift.
But that is not the most desperate.
When I cried almost out of strength, I remembered the late words.
“The evidence. I’m sorry.
It’s just a hit-and-run. Why leave evidence in a notebook?
Unless… in the police’s judgment, this could be a murder!
I looked up and I asked, “How did my dad die?”
Four.
Leung hesitated to give me an autopsy report.
He said yes. There’s something strange about the hit driver.
The lateness of Liang has destroyed almost all my senses, just like the shock that young boys had on me in the second year.
In his presentation, my father flew 10 meters after his first impact.
According to the autopsy report, my dad was still breathing.
As a result, the vehicle did not slow down after it hit my father.
Instead, he ran over my father’s body.
Until here, it can be seen as a driver’s fatigue or drunk driving without noticeing that he hit a man.
But things are not over.
The car stopped after running over my dad’s body. And then, back up and run over my dad once.
I can’t imagine my dad’s despair.
The middle-aged man, holding his daughter’s birthday present in his arms, longed for a life so that he could deliver it to his daughter.
Five.
After that, I was shaking.
I’m using my last power to control myself, not lose my mind.
I finally calmed down and bited my teeth with the last force after I was sorely sweating. So when will the killer catch him?
“Not sure yet. But we certainly won’t give up. Officer Liang sneered and comforted me.
I slowly noded my head.
In the end, he said, “Then find the murderer as soon as possible. Otherwise, I fear that I will do something irrational.” I’m sorry.
After that, I turned away.
Then, as soon as two steps were taken, police officer Liang opened his mouth behind him and said, “You were not reached by the young Qin, and you were searched for your family’s records. I’m sorry.
I stood still, but I turned back, and said, “What then?” I’m sorry.
“I saw your record of attempted intentional murder. I’m sorry.
He said, “You can’t help it, the pathology.” Right?
There’s only wind in the square.
A few seconds later I turned around.
That was the first time I had a smile today.
“As soon as possible, it’s best for everyone. I’m sorry.
It was 1:00 in the morning when I left the crematorium.
There’s only one thought left in my heart.
I want the killer to know that he made the biggest mistake of his life without turning himself in.
I’m not sure.
Because of this, I started walking out of my house.
I went to the crash site to collect the birthmark.
As a result, too many leads were destroyed on the muddy road as a result of the rain.
I started visiting people around the road and looking for potential witnesses.
I put all the clues I’ve gathered on the wall, trying to figure out the truth.
I suspected it was the parents of the second child.
I spoke to Officer Leung on the phone. However, three days later, Officer Liang responded to me with his hands tied.
He told me that he had contacted the local police and that, apart from a conclusive alibi, that was the verbal abuse of the local police by the parents.
I admit that, after all, we have fled to the south, and almost all of us do not know where we are, and it cannot be them. I’m the one who’s been hated and knocked out of my mind.
But I hate myself and I hate myself too much.
Seriously, while I’ve been learning in my bedroom and reading some reasoning novels, it’s far more difficult than I thought to involve real cases, especially ordinary cases of escape.
Most common and most difficult.
So I thought of a plan.
At that time, there was a case of a sensation throughout the province.
Four women went missing in the vicinity of the county, dead and dead, and were classified as aggravated serial killings.
And when I learned about these cases, I sent my father’s case to the most famous reasoning forum in the country.
Except I changed my dad’s sex.
In this case, my father became a new female victim.
7
Exactly.
I disguised my dad’s hit-and-run as a serial homicide.
By the influence of serial homicides, they raise the profile of the case and draw the attention of the fans of fanatical reasoning –
This time, is it part of a serial killing or is it a car kill?
As the information on my father ‘ s case was different from that of the past, the Forum began to discuss it.
It is only that, although there is also a god of serious reasoning, more people question the true or false nature of the case.
The posts began to shake in the face of reports and verbal abuse.
Until one late night, I refreshed the post and saw an ID for the “Sunsuke” person, leaving a response.
“I looked at all the live photographs collected by the owner of the building, and from a comparison of the time taken and the time of the crime, there was only one birthmark. I’m sorry.
“The hit vehicle, which should be a 4.2-metre van. I’m sorry.
I’m not sure.
My hands are shaking on the screen.
It’s like I’ve caught the only one that saved my life, and I keep coming back and asking him how he knew.
This man is crazy.
He said he was a motorist.
Named Tansuke because he said he loved racing and never got caught.
Two wheels, four wheels, six wheels, he understands.
I’ll never be mistaken.
But it’s not enough just to determine the type. Perhaps the police have already had this lead.
Besides…
First, the places of disappearance of the victims of the serial killings varied, proving that the suspects were moving around the county, and that there was an irregularity that would probably not have crossed the same route twice.
Secondly, in previous cases, the suspects were clean. Suspects are either extremely strong or are committed by gangs, leaving the victims defenceless. This time, however, the body was left behind, more like a simple case of assault.
It’s 3:00 in the morning, and she’s gone to bed, and there’s no movement.
I know what he means.
It is essentially a euphemism that this post is a case of forgery.
But it’s okay, at least I’ve taken the first step.
9:
I used a stupid way.
It would be best to continue the visits during the day and obtain the video from the shop on the surrounding route.
At night, I was on that road waiting for every 4.2-metre van to pass.
Then he was wounded, and he boarded the car to see if the driver was the killer.
I set myself a time, a year.
As long as he’s a local, as long as he’s going this way.
I’ll definitely meet. Definitely.
He used the most common way to kill my father.
I’ll do it the toughest way, wait for him.
I’ve done too much for that.
Physical training day and night, the dagger hidden in the sleeves, blades in the back of the pants, tubing sprays in the thighs and tranquilizers in the underwear.
I turned myself into a 24-hour standby hunter.
But I did not know at that time how terrible that decision would lead me to.
It was a cold night at midnight.
I waited for a van with strange car plates.
10,
4.2 The van, which is a rice truck, is worn out and has a dim light on it.
I stood in the middle of the road and waved.
I heard the lights when I couldn’t open my eyes.
A middle-aged man in the face of the country shook out his window, came out and took a cigarette and said, “What’s up, girl?”
And I looked with my eyes at my feet, and said out loud: “My feet are hurt. Can I have a ride? I’m sorry.
The man looked back and forth, saw the road empty and noded, saying, “Come on up.”
I was too busy to say thank you.
Car, mess, smoke.
I looked at the man, who was in his thirties, had a large body, had a strong muscle on his shoulder, and he worked very often.
And then you look up and you find a man with a pair of copper bell eyes, and he’s looking at me.
When I looked at each other, I didn’t consciously shrink.
“Come on, baby. I’m sorry.
The man finally started the car and started talking to me from time to time.
I told him I was 20, went home on vacation and lived in the next county. I came out to swim around today, but I stomped. The road is desolate and there’s no car.
Men are obviously not interested in my words, but they’re just looking at me from time to time.
I’ve seen that look in the face of three drivers before. He’s not so naked.
Hardly, I hit a chill.
The man reached out and put it on my thigh.
At the same time, I turned around and laughed and said, “Do you want to play?”
I look down, and I look down.
On his index finger, wearing my dad’s wedding ring.
Platinum, with a dim circle of broken diamonds. It’s a low-profile, steady quality that’s alien to this man.
I looked back and laughed at him.
“Let’s stop the car. * I said *
I’m sorry.
The voice just fell and the man had a surprise look on his face.
He immediately stepped on the brake and parked at the side of the road.
At the same time, two knocks on the trunk appeared to be confirming something.
It’s a deserted road without anyone passing. The tar road is covered in cracks, and on both sides of the road, it is an endless straw.
Far away, it’s an infinite darkness.
Come on!
When the car was parked, the man jumped at me like a fast monkey and bit me in the neck.
Ouch, disgusting.
But I’m still holding his waist.
Then I softly asked him: September 10th night, you hit a man, right?
Hardly, the man stopped moving and his head was raised.
I lifted up my hand around his waist and gently pressed his head so he could look at me.
And he frowned and said: What?
I said, “A man.” Thin, tall, white. You probably didn’t see it.
Man: I don’t understand.
We said: I am his daughter.
He said, “So?”
I said, “So can I have his ring back?”
Men’s pupils, shrunk immediately!
I can feel his muscles all over him.
I’m still in that position.
One hand round his back, press his head, and look at me.
The other hand, around his waist.
I’ve got a dagger in my sleeve.
I push.
Feel the hand of the dagger piercing his back, and look at the eyes of the man.
12,
When the man was paralyzed on me, I felt it was over.
About 30 seconds. During that time, my memories were flashing, but I felt that these years were abominable, full of debt, and finally to the wind.
I thought about suicide.
But looking at the unending path, I thought I should go to Dad’s grave and tell him that the daughter did.
So I bit my teeth on a man’s heavy body, opened the door and got out of the car, ready to put the body in the trunk and then drive myself to my father’s grave.
But when I opened the car, I stopped.
In the trunk, it’s a pile of cages.
Inside, it’s a big dog, barking.
Then I saw the most terrible scene of my life.
Deep inside, two skinless hands were reached and a cage was removed.
A man like a monster shows up behind a cage.
He covered his body with ink and green military coats, but could see that his face was all burned.
There was no hair, no eyebrow, and there was only a hole in the ears, and the lips were thin enough to burn, and the whole face was puddled.
A round eye, staring at me.
13
That’s the first time I’ve been scared for years.
Scared to the creeps.
I don’t even know if it’s a human or a monster.
Seeing the dogs in those cages, a terrible idea came out.
The serial murders, the clean bodies.
It was also recalled that Tansuke had said that the perpetrators of serial killings could have been multiple perpetrators.
So…
So, the one who hit my dad was the one who killed him?
And at that moment, my brain was running fast, and I was anxious, saying, “Boss, the driver was wounded.” He asked me for your help!
“What? I’m sorry.
Burned the man and said a word.
He immediately picked up a black cloth and covered his face. Then all the cages that were blocked in the car were moved out of the car.
At the same time, turn around and sound hissing from his throat.
All the dogs shut up right now, put their tails in a cage, and they’re sorely afraid.
That’s when he picked up my driver.
In that moment, I saw his two holes in his eyes, and he gave off a violent light.
I know, he saw the wound.
But I was waiting for him to hold on!
Behind him, I raised my dagger high in my hand and strung him!
As a result, just between the electrophoretic flints, the burner still showed up and jumped a big leap.
Then, the burn man put out a pose I never saw before.
He bowed, his legs were broken, his arms were round and round, in the night, like a red-eyed black bear, standing in the dark.
This man what’s going on?
What the hell is he?
I looked at him, and even with a knife in my hand, I couldn’t stop shaking.
It’s like a primitive fear.
I keep telling myself, calm down, calm down.
But the more calm, the more shaking.
Until the moment the burned man came to me, he completely broke my heart’s line.
He’s too fast, he’s got a rough angle, he’s like a beast, he’s got a slap on my neck.
I’m soft, I can’t help it.
Last look, it was a light.
Far away, it’s a police car.
14:
I was in a coma, dreaming about my dad.
My dad really spoiled me. Even though it happened in the second year, my dad hasn’t changed a bit.
Back home from a mental institution, he gave me a promise that I could do whatever I wanted.
My dad buys for me whatever you want to read or practice.
If you want something to eat, my dad’s been working on the recipe a couple of times.
Most of all, he always encouraged me to go outside from the bedroom, the living room, the house.
“Teaching to make peace with myself,” that’s what my dad taught me.
He said, Qin, don’t be afraid. What scares you most is not so scary.
He said look at Dad, depressed people get more sensitive emotions. Wherever you suffer, you are stronger. So, what about you?
He said Qin, you know? Sometimes you don’t have to keep yourself calm.
My dad said so much but didn’t cure himself.
Two years ago, the company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and my dad was depressed.
Depression is a disease that does not feel happy.
I saw him. My dad tried to cut his wrist.
I know more than anyone how painful he is. So I made an agreement with him.
I want to kill myself with him and end the life of this family.
19th birthday, I tried to save him. The decision to go out and work for myself made my dad give up on suicide.
But too late. I neither saved him nor left with him.
This is the first time that he has not fulfilled my promise.
He was run over by two animals and broke my promise.
15,
When I woke up again, I woke up by the barking of dogs.
I opened my eyes and found my hands and feet tied.
It’s full of cars and it’s full of dog smell.
The phone, it’s been thrown away by a burned man.
I endured the pain of my neck, raised my head in the barking of dogs, and found the man I had killed the first time, leaning on the other side, and the body was getting blue.
I realized one thing, the body creeps towards men.
At the same time, put your hand behind your back.
There, two blades I hid.
When I moved to the body, the blade slipped to my fingertips and cut the line between the wrists.
It was only when the hand was sore that it finally broke out.
I immediately turned my hands on the body until I flipped a phone in the body’s pocket.
I was busy getting my cell phone out, calling the emergency alarm, and soon the phone was reached and the police officer’s voice was heard.
“I’m in the car of a serial killer! “In the lorrying cars, I kept my voice down, and I said, “They’re dogs, many dogs in the cars. The car was 4.2 van, blue, and the two behind the plate were 32. I’m sorry.
“I was held hostage on Huang Guangmura Road, heading south, about 10 minutes! I’m sorry.
It was at this point that I noticed that the speed of the car had slowed down and the sound had accelerated and said, “Stop! Help me! I’m sorry.
Finally, I heard the male police officer over there calmly say, “I’ve estimated a general position, 30 minutes as fast as I can. I’m sorry.
The voice has just fallen and the car has stabilized.
I immediately hung up the phone and hid my phone under the body’s leg.
And then, hands behind your back.
At the same time, the car was opened by a burned man.
He was still covered in a tight body, and he moved his dog cage and walked into the car.
And he stopped.
“Hand out your hand. He says:
I’m not sure.
I was shivering in my back against the car and pretending to be distraught.
“Can I kill someone? Will I scare you? I’m sorry.
A burnt man with only one eye on him made a smirk under a black cloth.
“Hand out your hand. I’m sorry.
I had to reach out.
Look at the eye, look next to the body, the dagger I used.
The burn man also noticed the dagger, thought well, pulled a line out of the cage and tied my hand again.
Then I’ll back off.
See, it’s an abandoned ground out of the garage.
The burn man went step by step on my back. Occasionally, he can hear him coughing.
He didn’t put me down until he went up the stairs and went into a room.
I looked around, it was a furry room, all the windows were nailed to pieces and no light came in.
There’s only one old exhaust fan attached to the plastic tube for the air.
Under the dark lights, there’s a line of shelves. I almost threw up when I saw what was on the shelf.
On the shelf, a bunch of cans.
It’s a human organ.
Not far away, the men were taken off their military coats and exposed to the terrible toll of large-scale burns.
On his back, he put the equipment on a broken wood table.
Knife, hammer, hammer…
Turn around again and I saw the tools in his hand and he was sweating in the back.
A surgical knife.
He’s got a knife and he’s coming to me. Then he cut my neck with a knife, with his eyes wide open, and looked at the kiss marks on my neck.
He shakes his head.
“A knife on the head. I told you he’d do something bad. I’m sorry.
“Just eat it, how nice. I’m sorry.
17,
After the burn man said that, I remembered that I had just killed someone.
And this man is still my father’s enemy.
Whether it’s a monster or anything, it’s my father’s enemy.
I have no reason to be afraid of him.
Besides…
I still have a blade on my back, and I’ve got it, and I’m going to cut the line again.
Meanwhile, on the side of my underwear, three tablets were stored.
It’s a cure for manic disorder, which can be sober, most visible in the first 10 minutes, but with tired side effects.
If you eat it, you may last ten minutes but it’s still more than 10 minutes before the police arrive.
However, as I was still working on my mind, the burn man had come close to my face.
He said, “You know what?
And We were firm in our dress, and We said: What?
“The lives of loved ones must be paid for. I’m sorry.
Come on, he stopped talking to me and cut my neck with a surgical knife!
At that moment, a huge force rose from the bottom of the foot. I tried to put the whole man in the other direction!
The hands are also free at this time.
Too late to think, I pressed the blade, tried my best to pull the line out of my ankle.
However, it was just a little bit cut.
He stopped, he didn’t give me time to react.
18,
I can feel the nerves all over me.
Hands, hands to thighs, in familiar positions, immediately pulled out of the thin tubic spray that had been hidden on them.
Bite your teeth and spray it on men.
Without the protection of his skin, the burner’s response was far more intense than I thought, screaming.
Take this opportunity to speed up and cut the rope to my ankle.
Three seconds, five seconds… life and death, between every blink!
Bang!
As a result, the line on the foot was finally broken.
I also sensed my heart beating to the limit, and my head exploded.
I immediately reached into my arms and took out three pills on the lower side of my underwear and threw them into my mouth.
The familiar drug effects are effective in a short period of time.
It’s like a wind that’s crushing my mood.
And at that point, the man with the burn was red eyes, stopped screaming and watched me come.
Calm down, calm down.
I’m breathing to myself.
20 minutes, hold on.
Fight, it’s just beginning.
19:
The man with the burns screamed and jumped.
It’s probably because the platform was so clear, I saw his movements for the first time.
Left foot back, side side, out of his fist!
I’ll take a deep breath and punch him in the ribs!
However, the response of the burned man was too quick.
He escaped my fist again.
Not just this one, next time, next time…
Look at his fists, with his thighs, always kick me.
Time is running out.
I can feel it, the drug effect, disappearing.
I can’t see him again.
It’s probably because of lost medicine, because the eyes are swollen, because of late pain, because when a girl faces a man licking blood at the tip of a knife, there’s an insurmountable gap…
Weakness, spreading.
I don’t know how long, five minutes, ten minutes.
I’m dying against the wall.
In the blurry sights, a burned man with almost no injuries was seen and a kitchen knife was picked up on the ground.
Come to me.
And it was as if I had heard a voice at this point near death.
Dad’s voice.
20,
“You know what? Sometimes you don’t have to keep yourself calm. I’m sorry.
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Burn the man’s knife, cut it down again.
Fuck!
Hair, floating.
The knife, which cut less than five centimeters to the left of my head, was embedded in a wooden panel that sealed the window.
Breeze, come in through the mouth of the knife.
The burn man took a few steps back, and for the first time, he had a look out of control, and he immediately changed his smile.
“You’re lucky, down…”
I started laughing. From the shallow laughter, to the laughter, echoing in this squalid, dirty room.
I stood up, straight back. Staring at him through his hair in front of his forehead, he said, “Not luck.”
“I did it on purpose. I’m sorry.
22,
I’m freeing myself of manic.
The one who suppressed himself for eight years.
There’s a power and sense that doesn’t belong to me, but that’s familiar to me.
This energy makes me know from the moment I reach out, that I will strike the beast.
Yeah, punch to meat. Next, second punch, third punch.
The burn boy finally had his first retreat. I turned around and took a hammer long on the wood table.
But when I looked at him again, I suddenly fell into darkness!
Burn man, turn off the light.
His voice, echoes in every corner of this room.
“Have you heard of beasts? The beast has instinct. I’m sorry.
“Doggy, cat, wolf, grizzly. Survive, hunt, eat. I’m sorry.
“Have you ever experienced the pleasure of living on instinct? You didn’t, because you didn’t burn like I did! I’m sorry.
“I can see you, little girl. I’m sorry.
I can’t see him in the dark.
But almost every few seconds, a part of my body is cut.
It is shallow, it bleeds so much that it does not constitute fatal injuries.
I know, he’s destroying me. You know, 30 minutes is not enough.
I began to wave like a desperate madman, making meaningless moves, although it only led to the laughing of a man in the dark.
I can even hear blood dripping on the ground.
Everything is blurry.
Until a sound came and stopped his movement and pulled back my mind.
Sirens.
It’s over 10 minutes early.
I’m not sure.
“Look at Dad, the depressed get more sensitive emotions. Wherever you suffer, you are stronger. So, what about you?”
24,
So what about him?
When the siren sounded, the knife of the burned man was in my neck and I started asking if it was the police I touched his skin.
The pits are low. But it’s thin, like a fragile film.
Why, does he have the instinct of a beast? How can you see me in the dark?
Everything, the moment I felt his skin, seemed to be tied up.
I’m not swinging any more hard hammers.
It’s, like, a light breath.
It’s like a conditional reflex, Burning Man.
“Where you suffer, you are stronger.” I’m sorry.
“I know your secret now. I said:
“The wind. I’m sorry.
25,
I finally understand that a man who burns is not a beast and has no instinct at all.
And by it He has abused Us, and by it is a scar that he will not spare.
I remember. I saw it.
There is one person who is particularly sensitive to the wind.
Even a very small wind can be captured by such people.
Generally, it is people who have experienced extensive burns because of reduced immunity, which causes cold air allergies and may be something else. In any case, when exposed to air, skin is allergic.
Burning men are capable of making years of pain and suffering.
And so I caught the breath that I was moving.
In the darkness, after a brief silence of a man who burns, he says one thing: no more.
Then he ran to me.
I was in a hurry to retreat, but I knew that the bigger the move, the more visible I was in his mind.
Until I was forced back to the window again.
The only thing behind him was a wooden plate that closed the window, touching his arms and touching the knife that burned the man in the wood.
I’m sorry.
“Don’t be afraid, young Qin. What scares you most is not so scary. I’m sorry.
27,
For a moment, I remember everything.
In the car, he was burned with a heavy cover.
Get the floor out of the garage, the burned man who coughed.
The knives were embedded in the planks, and when the breeze appeared, the burner began to retreat.
Wind, he’s a weapon, and he’s weak!
I can feel him waving a knife at me.
And I almost held my hammer at the same time.
In a moment, my right ribs gave me the pain of a drilled heart, and I could feel it.
I’m laughing.
And I said: “Don’t be afraid, go out and walk.”
The hammer was said to have been slammed at the wooden board that blocked the window.
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Wind, blow in.
The cold wind in the south, with a stingy cold and squealing like a knife, raged in the house.
The fireman screamed, listened to the footsteps, and hid in another room.
I ignored him.
I broke the plank, the moonlight, the wind came in.
In the cold, I was strong, whistling, pretending to be relaxed and walking step by step towards the door.
Turn on the light, while locking the door.
“Hey, little monster, don’t try to run. I’m sorry.
I yelled in the direction of the bedroom.
And it felt wrong to lock the door and then open the door.
Through the halls, more intense.
And We said, “That is right.”
You can’t run away.
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A wind wall, in the living room, blowing my black hair.
I threw up and blew my hair into my mouth and listened to the pain in the bedroom.
Until, the cold wind brought the sound of sirens around.
I went into the bedroom.
In it, the man with the burn stomped on his feet, was rashed with red rashes, and some of his skin was blackened, his hands were covered with scratches, and he was scratched with blood.
I went over there and ignored him.
Sniper, break the planks in the bedroom.
In the end, with the sharp edges of the knife, the blankets on the burned men were set on fire.
“I got you. I’m sorry.
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The burn man looked at me, and his eyes were filled with fear.
And he said, “Leave me alone, please.” I’ll turn myself in.
I shook my head.
He’s almost desperate, with an incredible roar: You… you’ll be sentenced to death!
I still shake my head.
“It’s okay. It does not matter whether it is self-defence or intentional killing. I’m sorry.
“Think about that man. The man you killed. I’m sorry.
“He’s my dad. I’m sorry.
“I took oaths. Let’s make it clear that it’s the most regrettable thing you’ve ever done without turning yourself in. I’m sorry.
At one point, the burn man was lost in his eyes.
“The man…”
Gradually, the burning man’s face has a complex and eccentric look.
“I get it, I get it The guy who came to buy a dog, right? I’m sorry.
And when I was struck by lightning, I realized what.
I’m holding on to this huge shock and I’m biting my teeth.
“Why would he buy a dog?”
“Say yes” after the man’s memory of the burns, the angry look on his face, “Fuck! Why? To buy her girl a dog!”
My heart is heavy, it’s coming up, it’s uncontrollable.
And I put up with that sore, and I slapped him in the face, and I said, “Why buy a dog?” I’m sorry.
The face of a man with burns, humiliation and signs of weakness continued to appear.
“Why else would you let the dog protect his baby? I’m sorry.
I’m not sure.
Time, fall back that night.
“Daddy, wouldn’t you be better off if you weren’t protecting my crazy daughter? I’m sorry.
“Dumb kid.
You’re crazy. Everyone’s afraid of you.
I’ll let you out and bite him.
So you’re protecting Dad. I’m sorry.
I sobbing through the door.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sorry.
Qin, get a dog. I’m sorry.
“Why?”
“Let’s get you out of here! I’m sorry.
“I’m lazy. Forget it. I’m sorry.
“When you grow up, it will protect you! I’m sorry.
“Do I use it to protect?”
“Ha-ha-ha, you… you listen.” I’m sorry.
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The burn man told me that, at first, my dad wanted to buy a dog, and the ghost had a bad idea of finding their dog-selling junk.
It’s a very, very broken gate, and it’s just a bummer, and it’s never been expected.
Besides, my dad was keen to find out.
The truth was discovered that the man and his brother, who burned, were feeding the dog human flesh and destroying the body.
My father was already a little understated and left after a while, but he was more sensitive to burns.
They chased, my dad ran.
Eventually, he died under that truck.
“Your old man was a pervert, and before he died, he said, “There’ll be a man who’ll be chasing us forever.” I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, the burner remembered my father’s statement.
My dad said that to them.
“I’m dead, fine. I’m sorry.
“You are the bait for her survival. I’m sorry.
Promise me, run as far as you can. She’s pretty good. I’m sorry.
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So…
So, finally, my dad stopped thinking about suicide with me.
The undelivered dog, his second gift, he tried to protect my, solid armor.
Right?
Although, in the end, you didn’t get a healthy dog back.
But you left me a gift.
It’s a gift of revenge made out of your life.
This gift gave me a reason to live.
Because you died.
Because of your daughter, your insolent, paranoid, insolent mad daughter,
Even if we go to the far ends of the world, if we go to old age, we will bring the real perpetrators to justice.
When the burn man said it, I realized that my tears had come out.
It can’t stop.
Washing dirty dust, with blood marks.
I finally figured out the cause of death.
An unfinished birthday party, a bad day and a bloody night.
But…
Dad.
Your daughter did it.
Thank you, a bumpy birthday present.
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The dawn is upon us, and the sun is pouring into the furry room, and the blades fall in gold.
The sirens are ringing downstairs.
I looked at the dying burn man. He was lucky to see “saved” in his eyes.
Then We bowed down and said to him, “Thank you for telling me this.”
The burning man had a bigger surprise in his eyes, and he said, “It’s okay!” It’s okay!
I went on to say, “In particular, that sentence.”
“The lives of loved ones must be paid for. I’m sorry.
At the time, the burn man’s face was full of terror.
Next, I can’t believe looking to my chest.
There, put the knife in my hand.
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What I didn’t think was that the first one to come in was Officer Liang.
He looked at the situation in the house in a complex manner and then helped me into the police car and drove to the hospital as quickly as possible.
It’s just the two of us.
When I was weak, I asked him, “I’m not going to jail for my own defence.”
Officer Liang was silent.
And it was only a long time that he said, “Are you indeed taken away by them?”
I laughed and shook my head: What else?
Officer Liang looked at me through the mirror.
“Are you sure you didn’t find them yourself? For example, revenge for your father?”
“How can I be sure they’re murderers? Besides, am I that crazy? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but groan with the sound, the wound, the sound.
Officer Liang went on to say, “There’s just the two of us, there’s no recording. Don’t worry. I’m sorry.
And then we turned on the silver, and we said, “Don’t guess.”
All the way, wind holler. It was not until the police car stopped in front of the hospital and I was carried on a stretcher that Officer Liang softened my arm with his finger.
I looked at him with doubt.
He followed the stretcher and lit a cigarette, and suddenly he asked, “Do you know what kind of car the man in the world loves to drive and not get caught?”
I stayed, remembering what that crazy kid in the reasoning forum said a few months ago.
Following Officer Liang’s eyes, I saw the car not far away.
Police car.
So he’s Tansuke?
I swallowed my mouth and I had a hard speech.
Officer Leung…
“I thought you’d give up on that. I didn’t expect you to miss it. I’m sorry.
I was acutely aware of Officer Liang’s apology, and I was so busy saying, “So I blame you for what I look like. You’re responsible? You leaked police information…
“We know, we know. I’m sorry.
Officer Leung stood there, looked at me, turned around, waved at me and walked into the morning.
“For self-defense, I will fight for it. I’m sorry.
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A few days later, on the days before my wounds were healed, news of my self-defence was heard.
However, the short news published in the newspapers, which was only a quick escape of the female victim, was intended to protect privacy.
About another month later, I was discharged.
Pick me up, it’s Officer Liang.
He changed his own private car and took me home.
On the way, Officer Leung asked me what I was going to do.
I thought about it, say, live well.
“What about the disease? Officer Leung asked me without a word.
I’ll be quiet for a minute, talk to him.
My dad gave me an example.
He said that there were many people in the world who were allergic to many things.
Mango, wheat, beer, even air.
They have spent their whole lives trying to reconcile with the enemies of these lives and to live this life amicably.
You have to remember that.
And those who are allergic to pollen shall not be prevented from living in it.
After listening, Officer Liang chewed and said, “It’s good.
We didn’t even talk, we listened quietly, and we were singing in the car.
It’s an old dove.
Fly in the sky.
Blow it hard.
I’m not afraid, and I don’t have to be weak.
I’ll walk alone.
It’s a pride. Sunshine.
The clouds have crossed my feet.
A dry figure, a poor face.
Swing your wings and don’t look back.
Even with a permanent wound.
At least I’m free.
I don’t know.
End
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
