I’m going to kill my father’s mistress. It’s not like I’ve been thinking about it for two days.
Mothers in menopause have been worried since their father met her.
I knew that I had to find a way to get rid of her as soon as possible.
But I don’t know what she looks like, where she lives, or even what she’s called or what she’s named… But I think she must be a woman with a nice face and a wave in her bones. I can even imagine her standing on her father’s back and down. I can’t think of enough punishment for such a selfish, shameless man who breaks up another’s family!
If I meet her, how can I kill her with my head and my young muscles?
I think I could suffocate her with a pillow or put her head in the cask.
Anyway, I don’t want to see blood.
It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s that I don’t want her dirty blood spilling over my collar and cheek.
What am I supposed to do with her body after she’s dead?
Maybe it’s a good idea to throw it in the river.
There’s a long, deep river about 30 kilometers from the outskirts of the city. I just have to put her and some heavy stuff in the suitcase and then I’ll just throw her down a hillside while nobody’s around! The water in the river has become so dazzling over the past two years, as a result of the discharge of waste from several factories around it, that it suits a woman like her.
Maybe you don’t think this is a perfect plan, but I’m dying to make her a dead woman, so I’m going to start.
The first step in the plan, I followed my father, and it was too easy to find her address, and it didn’t take a few days.
Now I’m looking down at her house window and trying to figure out what she’s doing and what she’s doing. And suddenly she came to me and hung a wash of clothes on the balcony, and I couldn’t see her face, and I saw a tiny, thin body, a little bit of effort to dry up the clothes, and I laughed, and I thought it was as simple as killing an ant.
I finally had a chance to get close to her.
She went downstairs to take her father to work and bought something at the nearby supermarket. I followed her all the way, and she focused on the goods in front of her, and I didn’t know anything, but at the moment when she turned around, she pushed her hand and the shopping cart just hit me.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she apologized.
I looked up at her face and felt a little bit weird, but I didn’t think it was such a young, beautiful woman, white skin, bright eyes, a clean white dress, which felt less than a few years older.
It was not clear why she could not be in a normal relationship like other girls of the same age, but rather be obsessed with a man as old as her father. Then I thought, she was probably greedy, after all, because her father was the head of the big business, and he could afford to raise a little girl, and even though she had a beautiful face, it didn’t mean her blood wouldn’t be as dark as night.
“Are you all right?” She saw me standing there, asking.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry.
“Good, I’m sorry. “She smiled and pushed her hair behind her ears.
What a bitch! I’m thinking. She did not forget to take pleasure in facing a strange man at random, and perhaps she was not just the father.
I walked straight through her, and my cynicism was on my face, and she watched me go away with some doubt, but she did not know that she was passing by with her death.
A few days later, I began the second step of the plan, and I did not intend to commit the crime in her room because it would leave traces, and I was afraid that the police would track me down on the basis of a few thin ends, and that the father would suddenly appear to see my mistress who was killing him.
I’ve got suitcases in the trunk with all kinds of tools like drugs, ropes, knives. And then that night, in an unsupervised alley on her way from work, I stopped her and recently she worked a lot of overtime, which helped me a lot.
The night was silent, with no one, a sharp knife to her waist, and she heard my cold voice low behind her head, “Come with me. I’m sorry.
On this hot summer night, her body shivering, she opened her lips and whispered: “Who are you and what are you doing?”
“You’ll know later. “I went all the way to my car.
“Please! Don’t hurt me! If you don’t hurt me, I’ll give you anything you want.
And We opened the door in the back, and said, “Enter, I will tell you.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me sideways, and her hat and mask couldn’t hide the cold on my face.
Her eyes scoured the surroundings, but it was a pity that there was no second person but me around, and she saw the blade in my hand shining in the night and had to get into the car.
And I took my head in the car, and I leaned towards her, and my cold-blooded breath shrouded her pale face, and I opened my mouth, “I want you to know that what I want is your life…”
Then I covered my face with a pre-prepared pharmacist, and then her eyes were closed and she fainted.
That’s the way it was. As planned now, she should never have seen tomorrow’s sun again. Because I intended to tie her hands and feet and stuff her suitcase with sandbags when she was in a coma, and then to throw it directly into the river and lock it. I didn’t even have to go and kill her myself, so I let her enjoy slowly drowning in that river.
But I didn’t think that, just as I was preparing everything for her and sending her to Yellow Springs, my cell phone suddenly sounded, and I looked at the call sign that it was my father…
Hang up that phone. I’m on the wheel. I’ve got an 80-degree turn.
It’s my fault! If I hadn’t chosen to kill this bitch today, my father wouldn’t have come home to talk to his mother about divorce, and the mother wouldn’t have hurt herself in a fight with her father!
My mother, you’re so stupid! Why do you torture yourself like this again and again for a man who doesn’t value you and for a little girl who doesn’t deserve to be mentioned? You have my son! The one who loved you, who used to hang around you every day…
I ran into the hospital, I ran into the ward, and I saw my mother lying down without a trace. There, she heard the footsteps slowly turning back, and saw me, with my pale face impotently cuddling a smile: “I’m sorry for my son and you’re worried.” I’m sorry.
I went over to her bed, and I was sad, “Mom, what are you talking about, why are you saying sorry?”
“Your father came back today to talk to me about a divorce, and he said he couldn’t stand me…” Mother’s eyes were full of despair.
“Where is he?” I ask with indignation.
“I just called you and left, and I thought he was going to see the woman again because I was afraid to see you and be angry.” Mother laughed.
Huh! What a loser! I spit on him in my heart.
“Mom…” I implore with my mother’s rough hands. “Son, please don’t do anything stupid. Trust me, I won’t let him see that woman again. I’m sorry.
Son…
“Trust me, okay…”
Speaking of that woman, I’m suddenly scrumptious! I almost forgot. She’s still in my trunk! Not always.
Mother, I left the room in a hurry to get out of the garage, even to open the trunk, and nothing happened.
Just as I was going to turn off the lid in the trunk, a small and weak sound came out of it: “Help…”
It’s her! She’s awake! It’s working!
As a result, I was rushing to get rid of the lid in the trunk, and things started to go some way beyond my plan, killing a soberer person, as if it were a lot harder than killing a unconscious person, and I was afraid that I would have an unnecessary sense of guilt, and I was in a moment of panic.
Calm down! Be calm! Another voice in the body suddenly said to itself.
So what if she wakes up? Her hands and feet were tied tight with ropes, and her suitcase was locked with a password, so she could not escape from it without being able to escape herself, and her voice was weak across the suitcase and the trunk, as long as it was hard to find no one lying on my back and listening, but how could anyone be lying on my back? Yes! Just get on the road as planned and throw her in the river.
One foot, press the start button, my car is on the road again, and today you’ll drown under that dark river!
At 3:00 a.m., I had been driving for more than an hour, and I had nothing to do with it, but with a spirit like a chicken hemorrhaging, my plan would be completed for a few more kilometres, the father would lose his lover forever, and the mother would no longer have to worry about her.
I’m excited not to stop because of traffic, but rather to expect, to expect… and so on! Traffic? It’s so far from the city, it’s early.
Soon, I found the answer, and I heard a voice coming out of a far-off horn. The path of the collapse of the mountain ahead is blocked.
The mountain collapses? The road is blocked. Jesus Christ, are you kidding me? It’s the only way to the river! Why is it that something like this has happened so suddenly? Do you have mercy on this horrible woman?
The car in front began to honk the horn, signaling me to step back, and it was moving out of this road in one vehicle.
There’s a beast in my heart that wants to shout, but I can’t stand it. Now where am I going with this woman? How am I supposed to clean up this body if I cut her myself?
With these doubts, I suddenly thought of a place…
Two years ago, his father had bought a house on the outskirts of the city, where he had been told that there were plans to build large playgrounds and commercial streets, where a large number of people with idle money invested. Unfortunately, the so-called plan has not been completed for the past two years, and its location is far from the centre of the city, with few households.
I drove her all the way to the house on the outskirts of the city.
It’s a small villa with a garage and a small yard, and I had invited some of my best friends to party here, and I thought it might be the only use of the house, and I didn’t expect it to be available today.
I parked the car in the garage, took the suitcase out, took two steps along the garden trail, pushed her all the way to the house and threw her over the side, headed straight to the fridge, and the last time I opened the party left a bottle of whiskey in the fridge, I took out a bottle of whiskey, poured it into a glass, drank it.
Now she is in a state of silence, and on this dark summer night, it is as if only the bugs could hear.
Is she bored to death? I was thinking.
It’s possible to hold it so long in a place where it doesn’t make sense, but it’s a good thing that the body will smell too early in the summer.
Curiosity is like the devil, and it’s getting stronger in me, eventually forcing me to open the box.
The zipper slipped slowly by my hand, and I took a deep breath and prepared myself for it, and then slowly opened its lid, at a time when the woman was closing her eyes and her hair was getting wet and hot because she was bored for too long, and there was a lot of sweat on her clothes.
When I was going to reach out to see if she was dead, she was like a fish that hadn’t seen water for a long time, breathing deep into her lungs, and then opening her eyes! I took a step back from this sudden move and she looked at me with her eyes, and I was there.
“Please let me live…”
She kept looking at me, and the faint sound was in her ear, and all I thought about was what to smash down so she wouldn’t talk…
“Please… please don’t kill me…” She cried and woke up.
I never thought I would go this far as planned, and, sadly, I am much weaker than I thought. I found out that I didn’t want to see blood, but I was afraid to see blood, and even I felt soft hands when I imagined my hand to strangle her.
I was angry with my cowardice and cried out, “Shut up!” Or I’ll kill you now! I’m sorry.
She was frightened, and she bit her lips, while tears were raging like undefended dams.
I sat in a chair on the side, and I took the rest of the bottle and poured myself in, trying to sort my mind out.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and suddenly I fell asleep in a chair!
Jesus! If I hadn’t seen the surroundings, I would have forgotten what happened last night!
And the woman? I’m in a hurry!
…well, her hands and feet were still tied and leaned in her suitcase. And she fell asleep under such conditions.
I wonder if she cried too long last night, as if the tears on her face were salted, and I turned and took a glass of cold water and poured it over her head without hesitation. She did not wake up immediately, but instead turned her head in search of a source of water, and used her broken lips to grudgingly greet her, with water flowing from her cheek to her neck and from her neck to her clothes.
I’m angry, it’s not what I wanted. I broke the glass so hard that she opened her eyes… Seeing me, she lies silently.
“Will you stop begging me to let you go? I am curious.
“I beg you, will you let me go? She said, “You kidnapped me and tried to kill me. I saw your face. Will you leave me alone? I’m sorry.
“Well, you’re not as stupid as I thought. I’m sorry.
She laughed: “You think you’d never find me if you kidnapped me, and my boyfriend would have called the police if you hadn’t found me, and sooner or later the truth would come out.” I don’t understand. I don’t know you. Is it worth it? I’m sorry.
“Huh! I thought you’d figured it out. I’m sorry.
“I know it doesn’t sound credible, but if you let me go, I swear I’ll never call the police! Never tell anyone about this! Let’s just pretend we never met. I promise I won’t say…”
And right now, a bunch of cell phone bells snapped at her, and as soon as she heard the familiar melody, she got excited, “My phone…”
I turned to take her cell phone out of my coat in the chair, which I pulled out of her bag last night, and she looked at my movements with her long neck, as if she had raised unrealistic hopes, and I took a glimpse of the call, which, as expected, was my father.
I hung up the phone, and the message came, “Where are you? Why don’t you answer the phone?”
I pulled my finger and said, “Break up, I’m in love with someone else and don’t look for me again. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? She yelled at me in a hurry.
I turned off my phone and said to her in cold, “Death!” I’m sorry.
Then she shouted, “Leave me, you bastard! Release me!”
Before I finished, I stuck a tablecloth in her mouth, and she kept staring at me and still tried to curse me with a “ho-ho” voice, but it didn’t help.
Then I took the time to take a few days off from the internship and went to the hospital to look after my mother, who looked better today, but kept quiet about what happened yesterday.
By the time I got back, it was the evening, and I reinforced it before she left. Her ropes, so she remained in that suitcase in a condensed and uncomfortable position. Of course, I’m not going to keep her there, but I haven’t figured out what to do.
When she heard the sound and saw me walking closer, she started to weep, and the noise of protest in her mouth and her head was shaking, as if she were begging me not to go.
Of course I won’t look at her, I’ve come a few steps to the trunk, but I’ve just been here and I’ve been smelling a clear sense of shame, and I’ve seen a wet layer of her skirt, and I understand.
“Ooh ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow her shoulder ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow # # # her shoulder # # a bird in the cold wind # # her tears # # # It’s worse than she cried last night when she begged me # I think she’s hurt by her self-esteem. A beautiful woman who’s probably never been so humiliated in front of a man, seeing her in pain, suddenly feeling cruel for a moment, after all, I’m not a sadist, even a polite person in life.
I turned around and took a blanket from the couch and threw it on her, and she stopped trying to “talk” and left her tears in despair, with her eyes clenched, staring at me dead and full of hate.
I didn’t say anything about going away and locking myself in the bathroom. I had a headache when I opened the flowers and tried to wake myself up, but when I closed my eyes, I saw her staring at me.
Day three.
Early in the morning, it wasn’t bright enough, so I ran out in the morning. It’s a habit that I’ve had for years, and I don’t know if it’s because of the mountains, even when I’m sweating.
By the time I got back, that woman was still awake. I baked some sliced bread, put butter on it and sat on the chair and ate it. I don’t know if I smelled it, but she opened her eyes and kept looking at me.
In fact, it’s less than 48 hours, and she’s as if she’s changed, and she’s dry, pale, messy, completely out of her original form.
She tried to get my attention in my direction with a “ho-ho” voice, and I hesitated or walked, and I took out the cloth that was stuck in her mouth and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Please, can I have some?”
I’m sorry, that’s too mean.
Reminds me of a wild dog near my childhood home. His mother was killed by a car after she had her next dog, while other, better-looking dogs were picked up and adopted by good people, and left with no one left. One day I passed, and I threw away a bag that I didn’t like, and then it remembered me, and every time I saw me come and beg for mercy, I used to be bitter for the dog because it was helpless.
I went back, brought the leftover bread and crouched down to her mouth. In fact, she had a little bit of hesitation before her mouth was down, but the next second she ate it out of her face, and I took it and watched her swallow.
And then, unexpectedly, she was choked and she started coughing and her face became blue, and I went to the table to get some water to feed her, and she slowly eased it.
“Thank you…”
She said thank you? That’s funny.
“You’re not gonna let me go, are you? She suddenly asked.
I was silent and said, “Yes. I’m sorry.
“What are you going to do with me? I’m sorry.
“I told you I’d kill you. I’m sorry.
“Can you answer one question before you kill me? I’m sorry.
“You say it. I’m sorry.
“Why me? I never understood why you killed me. I’m sorry.
“It’s about asking yourself. I’m sorry.
What do you mean? I don’t get it…” She even shakes her head.
‘Cause you deserve it, because you destroyed someone’s family. I didn’t answer emotionally.
As soon as she heard, she tried to find the half of her body to shake her head: “I did not! I did not!”
I stood up and laughed, “You didn’t?” Don’t you know Chengmu? I’m sorry.
“How do you know Cheng?” I’m sorry.
“How should I know? It’s because you cheated! My mother killed herself because of you! You asked me how I knew? “I’m sick of it.
“You’re… you’re…
She knows my name? I had a tremor in my heart.
“No wonder… no wonder I think you look familiar. But he told me he was divorced early in the morning. Why is your mother? Did he lie to me? I’m sorry.
I looked at her, and my face was still cold and I didn’t know what to say. And she’s like she’s learned some big lie, and then she’s like a broken piña out there.
She doesn’t know? Really?
Now that I’m in a state of confusion, if she’s a little girl, is she still guilty? What am I going to be? Of course, she could have lied, played here to save her life, but it’s true, I’m so…
My ass sits in the chair next to me, and I’m surrounded by a huge frustration.
“I’m so stupid I’m so stupid she murmurs herself.”
“And why aren’t you stupid?” She goes on, “Do you think killing me will solve the problem? Does he really care about me? If I die, he’ll soon find a third fourth. Will he really come back to your mother without me? Are you going to kill all the women who are around him? I’m sorry.
Yeah, I don’t know if my father is responsible for the whole thing, but he’s my father! I used to admire the person I wanted to be. Whether I admit it or not, I have his blood on me. What can I do with him? She’s right. I can’t guarantee that killing her father will bring her back to my mother, which is the worst pain in my heart.
“You know what’s ironic? He also said that one day he would introduce you to me, but I had no idea we were meeting like this. She laughed.
“Then why are you with him? I’m suddenly curious.
“Do you want to know that I can tell you, but can you please let me change my position first? I’m sorry.
She’s been looking at me all along. Anyway, after a long time, I gave her what she had to ask and tied her back to the chair by the table.
“Now you can say it. I sat across the table.
She looked down and laughed: “I think it’s strange for most people, including you. Why should I be with someone 20 years older than myself?” I must have had a reason to get close to the old days, but I didn’t, and I really loved him… and she said here that she was in memory: “The day you met your father, it was as if it were a rain day…”
I looked out the window as she said, and I didn’t even know when it started.
“I just got a new job. The probation period was already tense, and the meeting was late that day, and even worse, because I was wet without an umbrella, and when I walked into the conference room, everyone was looking at me, and there was a way out.
“I’m not the same company as Cheng, and the two companies were working together, and he was a representative of the other company. And my work was more of a muck, and I went into the door and sat by the projector, and I did the minutes, and I sat far away because the conference room was running air-conditioning and rained, and I began to get cold…
“At last, I couldn’t bear to sneeze. As a result, the room was quiet and everyone looked at me, and I thought I was too ashamed to lift my head, and now I’m a little embarrassed to remember. Fortunately, at that time, I suddenly realized that someone was handing over the napkins… and I looked up, and I saw Cheng smiling and nodding at me, and I felt a little warmer in my heart, and that was the first impression he had made of me.
“After the meeting, everyone left, and I was kept by the manager to talk.
“When he falsely reprimanded me for two words, he slowly stood up to my side, touching my shoulder while he persuaded me to find a support in the company so I could stand up. I felt sick. I wanted to push him away, but I was afraid of losing my job. I grew up in a single-parent family, and I wasn’t rich at home. So I put up with it.
“How I wanted someone to show up and take me away, and then the door really opened. He turned back because he left his pen with him in the conference room. He came in, saw me and the manager set up there, and he looked my reluctant face into his eyes, and said to the manager, “Well, I don’t understand, can I talk?” So the manager went out with him.
“He helped me again. I’m really grateful. But what he’d think of me, and I must have had a terrible impression of him. I’m sorry.
She said the pen was a gift I gave him on her father’s birthday, and he kept it with him and didn’t expect to be an accomplice to his cheating.
I wonder, “Why will you meet after that?” I’m sorry.
She laughed: “I resigned two months later, and I couldn’t stand the harassment of the manager anymore, and I reported him to the company!” The whole thing was full of trouble and he was left without pay, and I couldn’t stay. Wherever you go, whatever you do, someone whispers behind my back. I don’t understand. Is this my fault? Even the female colleague who had been harassed by him was not on my side, I was disappointed and left the company.
“I spent a week at home, and my resume was dropped so much, that I finally got a good company to interview me, and when I walked into that room with great expectations and saw three interviewers, I was shocked and Cheng sat in the middle. Isn’t that a coincidence? I think that’s fate. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m ashamed, “And then what? Did you enter my father’s company? I’m sorry.
“None. She shakes her head and says, “That interview was a failure…”
“There was an interviewer who asked me, “Why did you leave the company?” To be honest, I was already very nervous, and when I heard the question, I had a little talk, and I didn’t know how to lie, and I was ashamed of my situation, so the interview ended with nothing.
“I came home disappointed in myself and kept myself in the house for three days until the day I got a strange phone call… He said that his friend’s company was recruiting, and that he thought there was a job for me, so he gave him my resume and asked if I wanted to interview him. Of course I did it with excitement, and that’s the job, and I’ve been doing it all this time. I’m sorry.
“And then?” I can’t help but ask.
“And then, after all this help from someone who made me contact, I should be grateful. I found a nice restaurant for him to eat, and he gave me three pushovers and finally said yes.
“It was a good meal. I wore my favorite dress, and he was a gentleman. I’m not a lively person, particularly afraid of being embarrassed after meeting, but I’m really thinking about it, and he’s very talky and soon brought me into a harmonious atmosphere. We began to talk, like two old friends who had been missing for years, and before me his charm was spreading, mature, wise and rational, when I began to fancied him.
“We’ll be in touch, we’ll meet, but we’ll be polite until one day…
“We had dinner with our colleagues that day, and we had a lot of fun in the booth and got drunk. Maybe because he was drunk, I didn’t know where the courage came from, sent him a message, asked him if he could drive me home, but then I regretted it. I thought he wouldn’t talk to me, but he did come.”
“Go back to the neighborhood, he helped me out. I fell down on him on the road until I entered the house, and I fell unconscious and fell down on my bed.
“I don’t know how long it took me to wake up. I opened my eyes and found Cheng with me. His breath was so close, his eyes were so devoted, so gentle… you know? Your eyes are like him…”
She said that she looked at me, and I walked away.
“That’s the look in my eyes that made me feel the same way, when I woke up, and he was a little embarrassed and trying to get away, but I tried to seize the opportunity, so I grabbed his neck. It was that night that our relationship was no longer simple ” she remembered.
“You’re a disgrace. I said:
“Why do you say this to me? What is wrong with me when I love someone? Have you not loved anyone?” Of course I would have thought that a grown man like him would probably have a family, so I asked him, but he told me he was divorced! I didn’t expect this to happen. I really didn’t mean to hurt your mother I’m sorry I’m really sorry
I stood up and saw the rain out there, like her crying, so depressing.
I began to walk gently in the room, then slowly turned to her, and finally stood by the table.
“Don’t cry. I said:
She looked up at me, and she had some cry on her pale face: “Chang Feng, please let me go. If you let me go, I promise I’ll leave the city, I’ll disappear like a snowman and he’ll never find me again. I’m sorry.
I bowed my head close to her: “What if I let you go and you call the police?” I’m sorry.
“I will never call the police! She was so busy shaking her head.
“Why should I believe you? I’m sorry.
“Why? You’re not that kind of person, you’re not really trying to kill me, and if you think you’re ready to do it, why wait till now… you’re so young, you really don’t have to ruin your future because of me, and you think that if I call the police, it’s gonna be a big deal, and everyone will know that I’m the third child and what face I have to live with. I’m sorry.
I have to admit, she made a point. I pretended to think, and she kept looking at me like a poor little cat.
Finally, I thought, “You’re right…”
So I turned away, and took a rope gently behind her, and said in her ear, “I am sorry, but I cannot believe you.” I’m sorry.
After that, I strangled her neck with rope…
The clouds are getting thicker and my face is so cold that the whole man is covered in darkness that he can’t see the way back.
I recall this morning when I was running at the foot of a hill and I found a road up the hill. There were graves on that road, buried by people in the nearby village, where I would have added a new grave without gravestones this evening, and I don’t think anyone would have found her remains even long after.
Thinking about it, I’ve done my best. Soon, she didn’t react … This man, no matter how fast he was alive, death was just a moment.
I slowly loosed my hand, sweated cold on my forehead, and looked at the ropes in my palm. I can’t help but cry, it’s over, it’s over, it’s over. Whatever the process, I killed her.
I took the rope off her and was ready to deal with her body, but she suddenly opened her eyes! Turn around and push me down! She’s not dead! She’s not dead!
I got up and went after her, and she ran straight across to the open kitchen and pulled a fruit knife out of it, “Don’t come over! Don’t come near us, or we’ll all die together.” She shouted.
I don’t even listen to you. I can’t believe I’m such a big man.
But when the knife went into my chest, I knew I overestimated myself…
I watched the blood spread on the clothes, I watched her frightened face fade and I closed my eyes and fell down.
After that, I had a dream…
In her dream, her father walked in the street, dressed in beautiful, high heels bare-skinned legs, skirts moving in the wind, and they laughed, intimated and envious.
And I stood in the shadows, and watched them in the sun, and I felt like I could not help but shout, “Father! I’m sorry.
Father heard me. They stood up. He looked back slowly and looked at me. God! Father is my face! That’s me!
I opened my eyes in a thunderbolt, and I looked around, and I found myself lying on the floor, and she was right next to me, and she stopped my wounds with a veil.
“Oh, my God! You’re awake!” She’s excited.
I looked at her, and I thought it was funny, “Yeah, I’m not dead.” I’m sorry.
“How are you feeling now? You’ve lost a lot of blood and she’s afraid to say.
I shake my head and it’s like, “Why…”
“Why what? I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you run?” I asked.
“I can’t watch you die! She did not hesitate to answer.
I didn’t know she didn’t want me to die. What a silly woman…
“The blood is almost stopped. It’s too cold on the floor. Shall I take you to the couch?” she asked.
I noded, and she slowly put up my arms, and I came to the couch, and I was careful, just as she put me down, because she couldn’t stand and she fell into my arms.
“Aah!” She screamed, she looked at my wound and was afraid that it might come back.
She was in a hurry to get up, but I didn’t know what had happened to her, and she was in a bad way. Maybe she got scared by my actions and got stuck there.
And for a while it seemed as if the rain had stopped, so I let loose, and I said, “Go away.” I’m sorry.
“What about you?” I’m sorry.
“I’m fine. I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid I’ll call the police? I’m sorry.
“Will you?” I asked.
“I won’t.” She said.
“Maybe it doesn’t matter, go away. “I’m off the hook.
“…”
Eventually, she turned around and walked towards the door, and I didn’t know if she looked back at me, much less whether she hated me after leaving, and she just disappeared, like she said, like a snowman.
One thing she was right about was that her father had not returned to her mother because of her departure. Six months later, they finally signed a divorce agreement, but the mother did not get out of the shadows and is now receiving weekly psychiatric treatment. And soon after that, I received an invitation from my father, as you can imagine, and I didn’t want to participate, and he convinced me so many times.
At the wedding, the luxurious auditorium was accompanied by great music, and the bride came with the groom’s arms, and the eyes were envious. And I turned back and saw the beautiful cut off of the white dress, and looked at it, and it was the familiar face.
After the party, my father introduced me to the woman next to me, “O Feng, you’re not too young, Lily and you are not too old to call yourself that you don’t have to. I’m sorry.
I nod and saw her smile at me.
And when the father left her for her wages, We approached her quietly.
“Long time no see. I said:
“Long time no see. She smiled.
I must admit that she was indeed beautiful at the wedding, and that her white face was smitten by a white dress, shining like pearls, as the two men whom I abducted.
“I thought I’d never see you again. “I took a glass of wine and said,
“Oh, yeah? Then you’re a little simple…”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.
She smiled: “Something will come to you sooner or later, and I may tell you now that I never left here. I just told your father when he was divorced and when he came back for me. I’m sorry.
“And I knew you were Cheng’s son. I saw your picture on his phone, and I recognized you when you opened the suitcase, so I told you I was being tricked into being a third person, and I knew he had a wife. I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t you call the police? I’m sorry.
“If I call the police, Cheng will know his son hates his mistress. How can I continue his relationship with him? How could I be at the wedding today? I’m sorry.
I see. She’s already thought of this.
The voice of Lily’s father came from afar and he was waving around a few friends.
And she waved, and turned her head, and said to me, “I’m sorry, I know I lied to you a lot, but one thing, I’m telling the truth, and I love your father. That’s true.” I’m sorry.
After that, she smiled and turned away.
I’m spinning my glass, and I’m smiling, and it seems I’m about to start preparing a new killing plan.
Case number: YX01Y5YWqjxZbz73l
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
