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I’m blind.

In the fridge, I touched my boyfriend’s body.

And there’s someone standing behind me.

Wait for my reaction.

My name is Yu Xiao Tao, 21 years old, a blind girl.

In a car accident at the age of 5, glass fragments flew into the eyes.

Then, after that, I see nothing but shadows.

But I soon learned to look after myself.

In 2019, I got a job as an operator and I lived with my boyfriend at the apartment in Tokyo.

He was golden, gentle, touching his face, and felt a tall nose and a perfect bottom line.

He could have found a good girl.

But you know what? He said to me, “I’m trying to protect you. I’m sorry.

I’ve always been grateful, and fortunately met him in the wake of misfortune.

Until, that night, he came home from work and found out he was not there.

I cried out his name, and no one answered.

The phone then received his tweets.

It’s text. It needs to be converted to voice.

“Peachy, I’ll be with the leader on a business trip for tomorrow. I’m sorry.

He knew I couldn’t see, so he never texted me.

I’m calling.

But it’s never been connected.

I stood there for a while.

In the heart, the bad feeling begins to rise.

Until I opened the lower floor of the fridge and wanted to get a boyfriend to buy me an ice cream.

The first drawer in the freezer was stuck with ice and it took a lot of effort to tear it apart.

It was empty, but it was so inertial that when it was pulled out it hit the knee.

I had to hold the drawer and…

The blood smells up.

It’s thin, but it’s clear.

The nose of the blind is not wrong.

My boyfriend, something happened.

I did my best to keep myself from shaking.

Quietly out of the fridge, took out the ice cream.

At that moment, I touched something warm and warm…

Maybe the boyfriend’s body…

Just, I don’t know which part.

I tried to call the police on my cell phone, but I couldn’t stand it.

Because, the blood smell is not the only anomaly in this house.

I’ve smelled a strange smell since I got inside.

It’s like sweat, it smells like candles, it’s coming out of the cotton.

I thought it came out the window.

But now I understand that it’s the smell of someone else.

And when I came in, it was like a shadow wherever I went.

Turns out that guy was following me.

He’s a murderer.

And now, stand behind me.

I put up with the tremors of my lips, took a deep breath, got up, pushed back to the drawer and closed the fridge door.

Boom.

Then I calmed down.

It seems that the killer didn’t want to kill me for a while. He just kept following me.

I can’t figure out why.

But anyway, “I didn’t find him” was the basis of my life.

Can’t let him see I have any anomalies.

More than that, we can’t rush to the police.

I sat on the couch as usual.

Start eating ice cream out loud.

It usually takes four or five minutes to finish, and I swallow it quickly.

It’s cold and it’s pounding on the brain, and the spoons are screeching…

I used these little moves to vent anger and panic.

At the same time, I turned on the TV and moved the volume to the smallest cell before the silence.

I want the killer to know clearly that I have good hearing.

That way, he’ll ignore my sense of smell.

After making sure he wasn’t moving, I began to wonder how to escape and ask for help.

It has to come out as soon as possible.

Because every second, he could kill me!

Suddenly, the bell rings.

Someone’s coming?

Whoever it is, it’s an opportunity.

I went to the door and asked, “Who?”

“Peach, it’s Ringo. Open the door. I’m sorry.

I didn’t hear the footsteps, but the smell of the killer went down.

He was a visitor and forced him to hide.

Ringo is my boss. He’s got a wife and kids and he’s trying to seduce me.

I’ve seen people like this a lot. I’m blind. I can’t resist.

He used to rinse my hair, rub my hand, pull his finger out of my skirt in the tea room, even under my building, and kiss me in the dark elevator.

That time I slapped him.

He said it’s not easy for you to have this job.

And that morning, I wrote an e-mail, and I put in a message of what he had done to me, including an open letter and chat, warning him not to continue.

“This time, only one of your superiors. Next time, I’ll copy the entire company. I’m sorry.

So, he’s probably here today to apologize.

But now, suddenly, he became my life-saving straw.

“Lingo! I’m sorry.

I open the door and hold Ringo one by one.

“I missed you so much. What took you so long? I’m sorry.

I haven’t been passionate about him, I haven’t hugged him, and I haven’t asked him out.

Everything now is my cry for help.

He stunned and held me, “Peach, what’s wrong with you?” I’m sorry.

“Didn’t you bring me gifts?” I asked him.

“A present? He was confused.

“Yeah, in the car, right? Then…

I’d love to tell him I’ll go with him.

So we found a reason to leave the house with him.

But that would piss the killer off.

I’ll be killed and Ringo’s gonna get involved.

“Go get it, get it and come back! I’m sorry.

I can only let him go to the police as soon as possible.

Peach…

He still seemed to want to ask more, and the more he could say, the more he would show.

“Lingo! I broke him, held his hand, shook his right and left, “I want your present! I’m sorry.

At the same time, I keep repeating three numbers in his hands:

110

I’m sure the killer is still in this house, but I don’t know where he is, and I can see how much more.

So, this is the only way I can get the message safely.

After that, I pushed him out and closed the door.

Then I sat back on the couch and started to expect him to understand what I meant.

But after a while, I realized that the killer’s breath never appeared.

Where is he?

Stop staring at me?

Just as I’m confused, I got a tweet on the phone.

Ringo’s.

“Do you think I’ll help you? I’m sorry.

The electron sound of the assistive software for the blind reads the message that Ringo sent me in cold.

What do you mean?

At that point, I heard a sudden wind in the kitchen in the far end of the living room.

That’s how the kitchen door was opened.

The kitchen window goes straight to the outside of the building. Once the door is open, the 25th floor wind will come in.

Was he just hiding in the kitchen?

And the kitchen door is transparent and completely sees everything in the front door… will the killer recognize me?

There’s the smell of the killer again.

And this time, I even heard the sound of socks rubbing on the floor…

He’s not standing behind me.

But, in front of you.

I thought I saw him looking down at me and laughing like a cat watching a scared mouse.

This time, I can’t stand my own tremors anymore.

I started to regret it.

Just now, when the killer was away from me, I should not have relied on Ringo, but on the police.

But now there’s no chance.

My brain’s starting to get confused.

The more you don’t think about the killer, the more bloody the scene comes out.

I saw my boyfriend’s head, in the fridge drawer, looking up at me.

A huge amount of blood is flowing out of the fridge, flowing to the ground, spreading and covering the whole ground.

And I lay myself in that blood hole, with a knife in my chest, with my eyes open and my twitching.

And the murderer stood by and his mouth opened as a devil.

I’m sweating from the roots, my back from the bottom to the top, a little cold, and my breath starts to rush, and it’s like wept.

But I shouldn’t have.

Because the killer’s breath also got heavy.

He’s gonna recognize me. Seems like he’ll do it any minute.

No way…

I sat straight and picked up a pear.

The other hand, pick up the fruit knife…

I am a blind girl, even with a pistol, who can hardly handle the immediate killer.

So this knife is not for defence.

I cut my fingers with it.

It hurts.

And I finally, calm down.

Eleven.

I realized one thing:

The killer was able to do anything to me.

But he didn’t do it, he didn’t show up, he didn’t even surprise me.

There is only one possibility:

This is not the right time.

He’s waiting for something.

Or maybe he has something unfinished.

But as long as he doesn’t do it, there will be no cracks. I’ll just wait.

I watched TV silently.

Until the phone came in, 11:30, I walked into the bathroom and started taking a bath.

The killer’s breath is still “deep” but I can’t take my privacy into account.

As I thought, the whole bath, he didn’t do anything.

He’s not here for dirty things.

Dry yourself, blow my hair, I go back to the bedroom, sleep.

After covering the covers, I confirmed again.

He was standing by the bed.

I pressed the phone, reporting at 11:54.

I sent a message to my boyfriend.

“Good night, darling. I’m sorry.

No miracles, no response.

He’s really gone.

I hold the covers, breathe deeply, relax, close my eyes without light.

But the brain is so clear, the fear fades, it’s filled with resentment.

Come on, killer.

What are you doing?

Didn’t I let you kill me?

Come on!

“Lord, time’s up. I’m sorry.

Quiet, lasts almost half an hour.

Finally, by the bed, open up.

“I will now, with her blood, finish the sacrifice to you. I’m sorry.

Low sand dumb, like a beast.

After that, he stopped hiding his pace, turned back to the door and closed the door.

I won’t hesitate to touch the phone under my pillow.

I can apply all my cell phone functions without relying on voice signals.

I unlocked my phone silently, opened text, entered 12110, entered home address, entered the cause…

Suddenly, I realized that the killer’s footsteps had disappeared.

Then I heard him say:

“Peach Yu.” I’m sorry.

He’s at the door, yelling at me.

But the next thing I know, it’s in my ear.

“You didn’t sleep, did you?”

I can even feel that cold breath.

Actually, I’ve been waiting for this moment.

Because I’m finally in control of his head.

Of course not, asshole!

I turned over, pulled out the phone, hit him in the face.

He hums.

I raised my hand and tried to smash it again, and he grabbed my wrist.

“A blind man?” He mocked.

“Yes, a blind man!”

I purposely let him catch it to give the other hand time to open the nightstand and find the powder needle.

That’s the only sharp instrument here.

I held it tight and stabbed it in his eye.

The skin is pierced by a slight sound.

But I soon realized it wasn’t his eyeball.

It’s his palm, blocking the tip of the needle.

He reacted too quickly.

And in this pain, I can’t say a word.

I’ve been thinking about pre-empting him for so long that I have not been able to kill him.

In the moment of my panic, his hand, which was pierced by a needle, grabbed my hand.

Iron clamps are usually strong.

And then he went forward, and I was thrown out, and my foot fell for half a second.

He fell heavily on the bedside and hit the horn of the wood on his side.

Bang!

Squeaky, with the pain.

I’m in pain on the ground shaking, and I can’t even scream.

Then We heard him come down from the bed, and threw the pin to the ground, and turned towards me step by step.

“Peach Yu, stop resisting. I’m sorry.

He walked into me, leaned down and grabbed my hair.

“It is an honor to sacrifice to God. I’m sorry.

“But it’s not over yet. I’m sorry.

I bit my teeth.

“Don’t struggle. He says:

But I said it again, for the sake of strength and for the sake of the pain.

I said, it’s not over yet!

Then, in front of my eyes, there was light.

I used the smarts on my phone to turn on the lights.

After half an hour of darkness, the brightness leaps in a moment, and even my eyes clearly sense it.

He’s a healthy man who can’t open his eyes for a short time.

He pulled my hair loose.

And I, I, quickly, knocked that hand out, turned back, stormed out the bedroom and pulled the bedroom door back.

Then, both hands and feet broke the doorknob.

That’s what the movie taught me.

After the doorknob was broken, the door could not be opened easily from both the inside and the outside.

I heard the killer hit the door, but I couldn’t open it.

I’m not staying anymore.

Through the living room, all the way up cups, tables and chairs,

Then, out of the house door.

The door was closed for the second second second.

Bang bang.

The door in the bedroom was kicked out by the killer.

He shouted with anger, and fell and fell through the living room, kicking the scattered grotesque.

All of this, I know it, I hear it.

Because I didn’t leave the room, but I hid in the kitchen before he broke out of the bedroom.

The light in the living room is bright and allows the healthy to think they can see everything.

And the kitchen light was shut, and the glass pusher would block his sight like a mirror, and I would hide in the farthest corner of the kitchen.

He can’t see me.

This is my best escape. Instead of running away faster than he did, he was lured out and then blocked the whole house and called the police.

We heard him shouting, pulling out the door of the house and walking out.

And the footsteps go away.

But the next second, the footsteps stopped.

Then, one more step, one more step, came back.

I’d like to close the door, but it’s too late.

The killer has come in, and then he squeaks and closes the door.

“What are you doing?”

And suddenly he started to talk to himself.

“Fuck you, talk to me!”

I don’t know who he’s talking to!

But soon, another sharp and weird sound appeared.

That voice is exactly where he is.

Or, the sound, it came out of his mouth!

“You’re so stupid. I’m sorry.

“What did you say? “The voice of the low-silent mute immediately asks with anger.

And then there was a sharp sound:

“If I were her, I wouldn’t go downstairs, she’d be blind, as fast as I can. I’m sorry.

“Where is she?” I’m sorry.

The sharp sound started to laugh.

“She’s still in this room. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, the footsteps are ringing and getting closer.

“I guess in the kitchen. I’m sorry.

He was lying down on the kitchen glass door.

“Is that right, Yu?

He has two personalities.

One is so fierce, the other is so smart.

I can’t fight. I can’t fight!

There’s no way…

Will die.

I’ll die.

When the killer got down on the window, I consciously retreated, hit my back on the stove, looked back, touched the kitchen window.

And then I remembered what my boyfriend said.

“Now bear kids are crazy. Last time I saw a kid, I ran on the beam outside our building, the 25th floor. I’m sorry.

I asked him, “What’s up?”

“Oh, outside the window of our kitchen, it’s the outside side of the building. There’s an empty beam down there. It’s for a stable structure. It’s tilted to the elevator room. I’m sorry.

Can you connect to the elevator room?

Run!

But I can’t see.

Did he say, “There’s a beam down there,” left or right? How wide is the beam? How far is it from the window?

I don’t know anything about that.

But the killer has opened the kitchen door, with a sharp laughter, step by step.

I can’t hold back, I can’t hold on to the kitchen knife and throw it at him.

Jump back and out the window.

I finally stepped on that beam.

And the killer jumped out of the window and stepped on the beam.

But he stood not far away, but he hesitated for a long time.

Because in this place he can see the abyss on both sides of the beam, and I cannot see it.

So he’s more afraid than I am.

I can’t go back to the building. I’m gonna wait for him.

I knew it, about a minute and a half later, he jumped over.

And I’m waiting for this moment to jump right back.

He was emptied and there was a whistling sound at his feet, as if it had slipped, and then I heard him scream.

That sound, from high to low, seems to be falling.

Did he fall?

“Save me…”

At this point, the sharp sound resonated.

No, he’s alive!

“Throw me up, I’ll let you die faster. I’m sorry.

After that, he started laughing.

He didn’t panic, which means he could easily climb up.

Without further hesitation, I searched behind and quickly touched the outer walls of the building, then turned back into the elevator room of the building, closed the window and locked it.

“Peach Yu, you disappoint me…”

I heard him shouting out the window.

Next second, he broke the glass.

There’s no time. I turned around and ran for the escape.

I regret it.

The killer’s second personality was right. I couldn’t have been faster in the escape.

I went down 20 floors and he didn’t come after me on purpose.

Always laughing behind me, laughing and following me slowly.

Downstairs.

It’s always only a dozen steps from me.

I ran at full speed, fell several times, even on the fourth floor, and fell straight down half the floor.

He’s still not coming up.

“Do you really think you can escape?

“Peach Yu, you should be honoured to be a sacrifice.

“and this time, I’m good enough not to hurt you…”

Finally, I ran out of the stairwell, ran out of the building and ran to the front of the block.

I ran out of the building and cried out for help.

But at the security booth in front of the neighborhood, the old guard who used to greet me every day, there was no sound at all…

I don’t know if the killer took care of the security.

But I can’t stop, keep running.

Thunders in the sky, rain.

That’s the thing that scares me the most because I can’t hear where the killer is in the rain.

We can only run.

I was wearing only my pajamas, and my slippers were long gone, and my feet were already down the stairs, covered with bruises.

And the blindness of the whole city is in vain, and without the cane of the blind, I am kicking out of the sudden bricks, stones, branches and garbage.

But I didn’t stop until the road.

Finally, I heard the car.

I shouted, waved my arms.

But those cars, one car, passed by me.

I couldn’t help it. I ran straight to the middle of the road, with open arms.

The sound of the brakes became so beautiful.

I jumped up and touched a private car. The driver shook the window and asked me, “Are you crazy? I’m sorry.

“Please! “Take me to the police station, I’m blind, I’m being attacked!” I’m sorry.

He stunned.

And then, really started the car.

Saved…

I haven’t come out of my fear yet. My head is still blind.

I’ll be saved when I get to the police station.

However, the car had just been activated for a few seconds, and suddenly a loud bang, the whole car had been hit horizontally, the windows had been broken, and my front, side airbags had been thrown out and held against my shoulder.

“Fuck! The owner yelled, “Who is it? I’m sorry.

He’s yelling at the guy who hit his car.

But I knew it was the killer.

There’s a midnight storm. All the cars are slow.

And it’s a straight road in front of my building. Who’s gonna drive over here?

Only murderers!

At that point, the owner had kicked out the main driver ‘ s door and dumped the dirty word.

Don’t go down there! It’s the criminal! I’m sorry.

The owner stopped.

Then I felt him shooting my little arm.

“Don’t worry, little girl. I’ve been practicing for a couple of fucking years. I’m sorry.

He said, “Get out of the car and shout, “Get the fuck out!

Come out!

Don’t fucking hide! I’m sorry.

I know, it’s over.

The killer, hiding in the night rain.

He’s too good to hide.

I was just about to say something to remind the owner of the car, but that moment, I heard a noise.

Even in the rain, it was clear.

The owner’s scolding was gone, and that was the only thing that repeated it.

That sound, like a hammer wrapped in silicone, was hitting the ground.

Is that the owner’s head?

Bang!

And then, all the voices disappeared in the rain.

Brother? I’m sorry.

I’m shaking, crying.

Then the copilot door opened.

The cold wind, the storm, came in.

“Big Brother?” I asked.

But to answer me, it’s a sharp sound.

“He’s not here. Here, just me.

One hand, grab my arm and drag me in the rain.

“Please! Leave me alone…

“Why? Why me!

Help! Help! I’m sorry.

In the rain, the killer stopped answering and tightened my neck.

Soon, I’ll lose my head.

And when I opened my eyes, I was lying in my own bed. Because I know the smell in my house.

He took off my hypnotic, tied his hands and feet and sealed my mouth.

And then I heard him groping with huge plastic cloths, and it seemed like he was going to fill the house.

Then he dragged me to the plastic sheet.

He started singing weird songs again.

Meanwhile, my body starts to hurt.

It’s a sharp knife. It cuts through the body.

He’s on my body, engraved.

Pain makes it impossible for me to distinguish between those words, but certainly not in Chinese. Those, more like a symbol.

Sacrifice.

I remember what he said earlier.

So, is he going to make me a sacrifice?

I felt the breath of the killer and was back on top of me.

He kneeled on me and laughed.

“Teach Yu, thank you for your cooperation.

“Now I’ll pierce your heart.

“The last step.

“Don’t be afraid, just for a second, it won’t feel much…”

I’m so scared.

You’re shaking, you’re confused, you’re all the time of your life.

It’s dark, but…

There are still happy days.

I’m still happy, I don’t want to die.

Don’t want to die.

I cried, I cried, I begged, but I couldn’t say a word…

But right now, it’s ringing.

The killer was shaking.

Soon, the knocks again sounded more blunt than before.

“Police! I’m sorry.

Outside the door, a woman shouted.

“If you don’t open the door, we’ll break in! I’m sorry.

28-Kiki Liang

I’m Liang Zhiqi, a female detective.

That day, I was alone at the station and I got a call:

“King Fai Building C 2507, with a knife. I’m sorry.

I didn’t wait for reinforcements to get there first.

After all, I’ve always done this before I got sick.

When I knocked, I said, “We broke in.” That “we” is just a bluff.

That door is open.

A man of eight feet standing before me.

Faces are mean, but they’re asleep.

He rubbed his eyes, “What? I’m sorry.

Strangely, it’s a big body, but it sounds sharp.

Give people a weird feeling.

I showed the officer’s license.

“We have been told that you have committed a crime here, and we ask you to cooperate in our search. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I went inside.

“Oh, come in, I’m alone in this house. I’m sorry.

Talk him out of it.

I walked into the house and I saw the living room full of broken glasses and dishes…

This is a clear sign of fighting.

This guy, probably the killer.

But I just thought of it…

Bang!

I heard the door behind me. It was closed.

I laughed.

“What’s wrong? Even the police dare to move?” I’m sorry.

I rolled forward, escaped from his attack behind me and pulled the gun between my waist.

But he quickly lifted his foot and kicked my weapon.

But that gun was a cover.

Such a call, no application, no bullets in the gun.

I was just trying to trick him.

When he strangled me, he was too close to me, and my abdomen had been stabbed.

He was fierce, but his hands were strangling my neck even though he was stabbed.

I know I can’t pull his hand off. I can only turn the knife in my hand and make a bigger wound in his abdomen.

That’s what real fights are all about. One round, a few seconds.

I’ll win the standoff.

He can’t breathe, but after all, he’s unprofessional and he can’t strangle my carotid.

In the case of suffocation, blood from the brain, it’s okay for me to wake up for a minute.

And he’s been bleeding, his blood oxygen is down, he’ll be fast and weak.

But I was wrong.

I forgot that asphyxiation would stimulate my lungs.

It’s happening again.

When my throat was hot, I splattered with blood and then my consciousness began to burst.

The killer was sprayed with blood on his face, stunned, then laughed and his hands tightened.

I don’t have time for this. I have to fight for the last time.

As I began to blindfold my eyes, I took the knife to the top with all that I had left, hoping to hurt his intestines.

Fortunately, his hand is loose.

Did he lose his strength? I’m winning?

But the next second, his hand was pulled off my neck and punched in my temple.

Still heavy.

I have clearly lost a moment of consciousness.

And he quickly took my dagger and pulled it out of his stomach.

Then he lifted the dagger and stabbed me.

I can’t hide anymore.

At this point, a man wandered out.

It’s a girl.

She picked up the pistol and hit it on the man’s head with the handle.

It was hard, and the gun was even fired out of the girl’s hand.

Wait, I know that girl.

She’s blind. She’s called Yu.

She called the police?

After the man was smashed, he was blindfolded.

And the small peaches were so desperate that they were riding on the man’s body that both hands caught the man’s head and hit the ground.

Bang!

She goes on and she does everything she can.

Five, ten, twenty…

Soon the man’s nasal cavity began to bleed, and the voice of the back of the brain hit the ground began to suffocate.

That’s the sound after the skull was broken.

The killer has lost his ability to resist, not even to live.

But Yu Xiaohua didn’t stop.

“Okay! I’m sorry.

I screamed.

But she continues.

No way. I went over there, hugged her, ripped her apart.

But she screamed immediately.

Stifling, trying to get out of my arms.

“Peach!”

I was busy comforting her.

“Peach, it’s me, Liang Zhiqi!

Ziqi.

“Peach, it’s okay, it’s okay…”

Her breath was still rushing, but finally she stopped screaming.

Ziqi?

She softly asked.

Those beautiful eyes, looking at me.

“Yeah, Ziqi sister. I’m sorry.

I touched her head, comforted.

And suddenly, she cried.

She cried so hard, I comforted her. At the same time, she was watching every little move she made.

Yes, there’s a problem with this little peach.

She’s not really the victim in this case.

Chapter II: On Peach Yu

Ziqi Liang

In fact, the case of Yu Xiaohua is the sixth homicide in my jurisdiction recently.

Before, there were five victims.

After each killing, they were wrapped up in protective film and dumped in the wilderness.

There are delicate wounds.

5 Victims, all of whom are people with defects in life:

(b) The scavengers living by the bridge;

Patients with terminal illness;

(a) Persons crippled by car accident;

Economic criminals who have just been released;

And the only rich man with a bright face is an addict.

The old officers felt that the five individuals were just older, weak and easy to do.

So the killer is a random killer, enjoying the pleasure of “killing.”

But I disagree.

I found “coherence” on the body.

The same wounds, the same way the film is wrapped. The killer was not in a state of panic after the killing and was following certain rules.

And, five of the dead are “defected.”

I took pictures of the body, and I went to some of the scholars who studied folklore, middle and foreign religion.

On the fourth day of the visit, a professor at the University of Public Security told me:

“It’s not a wound on the body, it’s a symbol.

“The murderer is using a method of the Western religion, the sacrifice of the missing, that allows Satan to do one thing for himself, and anything. I’m sorry.

“Isn’t that ridiculous? “The professor smoked and laughed and pointed at me:

“Wait, five is not enough. He’ll do it again. I’m sorry.

And three nights later, I got a text from Yuu Xiaohua.

She’s also a “defective” person. She’s supposed to be another “sacrifice”.

But I can’t believe her.

I treated her like a sister, but she wasn’t as simple as I thought.

04 – Peach Yu

Liang Zhiqi, save me for the second time.

First time, when I was 14 years old, in a welfare home, trying to kill myself.

That weekend, the dean took me to the office.

Push me, take off your clothes.

Say it’s a game, it’s fun.

I know what he’s saying.

A lot of girls in welfare homes have played this game with him. But nobody likes it.

No one dares to resist or to preach.

The director is the only authority and the only channel of communication with the outside world.

And I’m smaller than those girls. I’m blind.

Even so, I refused to obey him in the game, but refused him with a small voice.

He’s in a hurry. Come up and grab me, rip my clothes off, hit me.

I’m afraid, instinctively.

But he’s, like, getting excited.

It’s like my crying, my panic, my running around in the house, my injuries after the table, which he likes.

He laughed at me and threatened me.

Later, I was even driven away with a belt, threatening me.

I couldn’t help it when I was pushed to the corner.

Hold his knee and feel his taste and wrap my whole person in.

Then a big hand climbed my cheek.

I can’t see. I just think it’s not a hand.

It’s a five-headed snake spitting a core full of slime!

I screamed, he covered my mouth.

Then I almost bit his finger off.

After that, I was always in a welfare home and I was bullied for no reason.

Even humiliating.

I was painted on my clothes, cut off my hair, taken to the men’s bathroom, tied to a heating pipe, poured out dirty water in the toilet…

A 14-year-old blind girl had no way of getting out of there.

So I cut my wrist for the first time.

Found out my name was Liang Zhiqi.

She’s a volunteer volunteer in a welfare home. That’s the next day she came.

She wasn’t much heavier and tall and thinr than me, but that night, she picked me up from a blood berth, carrying me behind my back, from the girls’ toilet on the third floor of the welfare home, down the stairs, through the playground and running hundreds of metres to stop the car on the road.

“Peach, don’t sleep!

Don’t sleep!

She smells good.

I was embarrassed to ask her, but I couldn’t find it for a long time.

She was at the hospital with me, and on the third day I finally told her everything.

She’s been tearing me up, just listening to me when my eyes are not soft.

I didn’t know she was that crazy.

Within days, she approached a group of her fellow police officers at her school, beat all the boys who had bullied me and beat them to death.

Journalists were contacted, the dean was exposed, judicial teachers in schools were approached, charges were brought and convictions were handed down.

Finally, when I returned to the institution, a small welcoming party was organized for me.

She bought the cake and she said it was red, called red velvet.

It was the first time I had a cake with cream, and I ate a big sip and I couldn’t talk.

She laughed at me and then rubbed my face with cream.

I tried to rub the cream in her face, but I couldn’t catch her.

So she stood there, and she did not move, and she commanded me, and she said, “This is a hair, you can’t wipe it, your nostrils, your mouth.”

I don’t give a shit. I punched her in the face.

For some time after that, we were close.

It’s so good that there’s always something to talk about.

Sometimes she did not want to go back to school and lived directly in a dormitory in a welfare home.

Squeeze in my bed, listen to ghost stories in the nest, talk in air, and then sleep together.

I touched her face and said, “You’re so beautiful, I want to see you. I’m sorry.

And she touched my face, and said, “I have earned it, and I knew how good you were when I met you. I’m sorry.

I loved lying in her arms.

She said, “No more harm can be done to myself while I’m gone. I’m sorry.

I said, “Why are you not here?” I’m sorry.

She said, “We’re going to train next week, not in Yanpei, to another city. I’m sorry.

I said, “Are you coming back?” I’m sorry.

She said: Be good to yourself, and I will return. I’m sorry.

Say, on my forehead, kiss.

But after she left, we were in touch, and it was fast getting smaller.

From phone calls that don’t end every day to only information exchanges, to only good night before bed, to total interruption.

But for months…

Years have passed.

I didn’t know she’d come back to the city and I didn’t know I’d meet her.

10-Lin Ziqi

14-year-old peach, lied to me.

Because in the judgement of the court at that time, the director of the welfare home had committed only a bribe and had not violated Yuu.

He’s an old detective in Yanbei. He can’t make a mistake.

But I don’t believe that.

Yu Xiao Tao and I were crying like we were watching.

But the old policeman said only one thing: “Do you know the girl’s affairs by yourself, except that you never doubted her? I’m sorry.

Yeah…

The President’s harassment is indeed only a word for the small peaches.

No witnesses, nor evidence.

But even so, I’ve destroyed the dean and bullied many of the boys in this institution.

Am I wrong?

I’m afraid to continue my investigation.

I treated her like a sister.

I’m afraid, once I look into it, I’ll find Yuu Peu, not an angel girl.

And the days after that, I wanted to tell her the truth.

But the closer I get to her, the more I panic. Because I found out I couldn’t read her after three years of forensics.

Until I found a book in her bookcase.

It’s full of dark graffiti.

Rabbit with teeth, bird with blood, headless man…

She’s blind, so it’s even more greasy and weird.

There are more images, painted in pure black.

Who the hell is she?

Eleven.

I ran away from her, returned to Yanbei and never contacted her again.

Until this time, she was the victim of another case.

This is when I remembered.

There were seven headless people in her book.

The number of “sacrifices” is the same.

13 – Peach Yu

After the murderer was sentenced, Ziqi accompanied me to my boyfriend’s funeral.

She invited me to dinner, refused to tell me all the details of the case, just asking me, what’s next?

I don’t know.

My boss Ringo fired me and couldn’t find a job in the first half. I rented the house with my boyfriend. I couldn’t afford it alone.

“Let’s move first, and then take a step.” I said:

Do you want to stay with me first?

That day, I lived at Ziqi’s sister’s house.

Room by room.

She told me to take a shower and wash away all the dirty stuff.

“Can I have the towel? I’m sorry.

The flowers opened and I shouted out the door.

Ziqi came in and handed me a towel.

And no step out?

I asked her.

“Well, curious, how do you wipe your back?” she said.

“Bullshit! I’m sorry.

I made her laugh and then she walked into the bathroom.

She told me to sit on the stool and rub my back.

Those words that have been carved by the murderer, the shallows are almost healed and the deeps are still stinging with water.

She touched it with her hand.

The fingertips are light and itchy.

“Does it hurt?” She asked.

“It’s nothing anymore. I said:

The water’s warmer and more so.

Blow each other’s hair, we’re barefoot, back to bed.

She opened the air conditioner at very low temperatures and took me into the covers.

She turned off the lights and spoke to me with her breath, just like she used to.

Feel the contours of my face with both hands.

Then we hugged each other.

A long time.

Finally, I heard her sigh and said:

“I’ve always wondered, does that ritual of sacrifice really work? I’m sorry.

She still holds me, and her tone gets cold and put in my ear.

“That way, you’d have seen it, wouldn’t you? I’m sorry.

16 – Liang Zhiqi

After the funeral, I let Peach live in my house, and she and I enjoyed our last reunion.

After that, I can only be a cop.

“You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? I’m sorry.

In the dark, I picked up my cell phone and shone her eye with a flash.

She kept her eyes open and looked at the bright light, and kept the blind man’s reaction.

But I’m not looking at her reaction.

It’s looking at her pupils.

The beautiful gray pupils, who experience great light, should shrink.

“Your pupils can’t lie. You’re the killer of the whole case! I’m sorry.

Yu Xiaohua was silent for a while.

She got up, went out of bed, put on her pajamas and turned on the lights.

Then he went to the dresser in the living room, and in my uniform, he took out an electronic device with a big thumb.

That’s a bug.

I watched her do it, and then I sat by my side and asked me, calmly:

“When did you find me? I’m sorry.

I endured tears.

“Now…”

I took a deep breath.

“I couldn’t see your pupils, I just wanted to try you. I’m sorry.

Yu Xiaohua cried.

She had long eyelashes, and when she looked down, her hair spreads, and it hurts.

But I can’t pity her anymore.

I asked her, “What’s the truth in your confession, what’s the lie?” I’m sorry.

She said, “The man really tried to kill me…”

“But that’s what you want, isn’t it? I asked her, “You’re using him to help you kill!” I’m sorry.

Chapter three: “The truth.”

01 – Peach Yu

It’s just a cover.

The shroud of plastic was also intended to allow the cover to be preserved in its entirety and to mislead the police.

“Only the victim will be engraved in a sign.”

In fact, the “sacrifice” in the book is just killing.

Just kill people, that’s all.

“Sacrifice” is just a better name.

Kill seven defective people, make a deal with evil spirits, make a wish.

This is a precedent in the West, where a serial killer, in a way, brought himself back to life after the death penalty, took place in 1998.

I want to do something like that.

I want to see.

Over the years, I have been promoting this small Western religion among various vulnerable groups.

Such groups include groups with disabilities, groups of drug addicts, groups with unclear self-gender identity, groups with terminal illness, etc.

First, they do not receive the attention of society.

Most importantly, these people are easy to believe in.

Because they’re drowning, they don’t pick up straw.

The “killer” suffered from schizophrenia and a long-term, long-term, unstable state of mind, a desire to commit suicide and a greed for life.

He’s my most appropriate knife.

02 – The Order

I chose the man he killed.

In fact, he knows me and meets me regularly.

I’m going to pretend to be God and talk to him.

He can’t believe it, because I gave him the task to tell him from the very beginning:

“The seventh man to be sacrificed is me.

“To cure your illness, you must kill me. I’m sorry.

One of the lies in the confession is important: he doesn’t have that “smart” personality.

That smart personality was also used to mislead the police.

In fact, he didn’t think about it at all when he tried to kill with guilt.

The last victim will be himself.

Not only that, but I’ve made a more rigorous plan.

Go after one of the first six dead and make him my boyfriend.

Also, during the final duel, a police officer was called to act as a witness.

“It’s just, Ziqi, I never thought it would be you…”

05 – Liang Zhiqi

“This is it, all the truth?”

06 – Peach Yu

“That’s the truth. Now, you can arrest me. I’m sorry.

Ziqi Liang

“Why? Why? Why? Why? I’m sorry.

08 – Peach Yu

“For a pair of eyes to look at you. I’m sorry.

09 – Liang Zhiqi

Bastard!

I threw a slap at her.

Then the chest hurts so hard.

I coughed hard like I had to cough my lungs out…

It took a long time to get through.

“Peach, you killed seven people, you know that?

“You… you’re horrible, you’re mean!

“I used to choose to believe you but you! He’s been lying to me all along. He’s been lying to me since the welfare school. I’m sorry.

10 – Peaches.

“I… I didn’t lie to you then…”

– Liang Zhiqi

Are you kidding me? Did the Director of Welfare ever harass you? Say it! I’m sorry.

12 – Peaches.

I’m standing there.

The heart is strangling, but it cannot speak.

13 – Liang Zhiqi

“He has isolated you from the rest of the kids in the welfare home, so you’re part of him, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

I forced myself to ask such a hard-on.

Because what’s in front of you isn’t that little peach.

A demon that killed seven innocent people.

Don’t be soft.

Don’t be soft!

14 – Peach Yu

“No!”

I can’t control my cry.

“No, it’s not! It’s not like that! I’m sorry.

15 – Liang Zhiqi

“Then let me ask you one last time! Have you been harassed? I’m sorry.

16 – Peach Yu

Ziqi, stop asking… please…

17 – Liang Zhiqi

“Peach, I won’t be fooled again. I’m sorry.

I’m going to the hanger.

In the uniform, take out the bug and re-open it.

“Come in. I’m sorry.

A few seconds later, the door was opened.

A couple of seniors came in and pushed Yu Xiaohua to the ground…

I didn’t see her eyes again.

Those eyes have recovered and will be more painful than ever.

I’m afraid I’ll be soft.

Chapter 4: The truth

Ziqi Liang

Yu Xiaohua has abetted and confessed to the acts of his own organized criminal group.

Six months later, she was sentenced to death.

I never saw her again.

But during this period, something strange happened to me.

After the killer died, I never coughed blood again.

I finally got free time to go to the hospital, after the settlement of the case of Peach Yu, and a few weeks of routine check-ups will take place.

The attending took my stacks of test reports and read them for a long time.

I said don’t slow down. How long do I have?

He took a deep breath and said you’ll live a long time.

I said, “What do you mean? I’m sorry.

“I don’t know much about that, but from the results of the tests,” he pushed his glasses, “Your four-stage cancers are cured.” I’m sorry.

After the news, I changed the hospital and re-examined it.

The report was received the next day and the results remained the same.

The cancer cells that were already spreading are completely gone.

I got an extremely healthy test report.

Everybody’s happy, family, friends, colleagues.

Just me, feeling weird.

So if this thing is done by Yuu-teach?

She tried to save me?

But a demon who killed seven people, will he save people?

I should have known!

I met her when she was most vulnerable. I saved her.

She was soft and gentle, believing everything I said and having no reservations about me.

She shouldn’t be a demon!

That night, I reopened the file and finally saw a loophole that we all ignored.

Seven dead:

Murderers, boyfriends, scavengers living by the bridge, terminally ill, crippled after a car accident, newly released economic criminals, and successful drug-addicted traders …

They were, seven years ago, Peach Yu was 14 years old, and they were so rich.

They’re entrepreneurs, or rich generations.

Rich.

It’s in a case, a word of everything that connects to almost everything.

And what I immediately thought was a verdict.

The president of the welfare institution’s verdict, which reads: “bribery.”

“Do you know these people?”

In prison, I visited the director of the welfare home and took pictures of the seven dead.

He looked at me in shock and was afraid to speak.

I questioned him.

“Are these the people? I’m sorry.

“In the office, you didn’t invade Yuu Peach, you just offered a place, right?

“It’s these bastards who attacked Peaches!

“Isn’t it? I’m sorry.

“I can’t answer you I’ll get revenge

He’s on our side.

“Retaliation? These people are dead. I’m sorry.

“Death? Who? Who did it? I’m sorry.

“Peach Yu.” I’m sorry.

Eleven.

Everything makes sense.

Yu Xiaohua lied to me, not to the dean, but to the dean’s “client”.

There are many reasons why it is hidden.

I don’t want to offend the powerful.

I’m afraid to say such terrible memories.

Or her heart had been torn apart…

So she was already planning revenge.

She seduced one of the wealthy two generations to be a boyfriend and compelled another person to be a murderer.

Then, a huge knife killing was completed.

And the killing was profitable.

“Sacrifice” seven people, one wish.

But shouldn’t she use that wish to heal her eyes?

Chapter V: Reunification

Ziqi Liang

I visited Peach Yu, the day before the death penalty.

She was in prison and shackled.

Eyes, as always.

You wanted to see me?

I didn’t answer. I used the flashlight on the phone to shine in her eyes.

This time, I see it.

The pupils, like the stars, did not react at all.

She still can’t see!

She still can’t see…

“Why…”

“Don’t want you to get sick. I’m sorry.

“You said it for your own eyes? For looking at me. I’m sorry.

“But it’s more important to cure you…”

“Bitch…”

“Sister Ziqi, you didn’t do anything wrong I was the only one who was guilty, but you did nothing wrong. I’m sorry.

“Bitch, asshole, asshole!”

“When I was in a welfare home, I was… broken. But, Ziqi, you’ll be fine. This is better than anything. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

“Peach, I don’t want this present. I don’t want it! Can you…?

“You know, Ziqi, I’m guilty. I’m sorry.

“But I want you to live! Can’t you make a wish? Can you make another wish? I’m sorry.

“Well, stop crying. I’m sorry.

“I want you to live Peach, I want you to…”

“You deserve to live!

Promise me you’ll live. I’m sorry.

“…”

Promise me. I’m sorry.

I’m silent, I’m choked.

I can’t breathe.

For a long time, I finally realized that it was perhaps her last thought.

So I slowly nodded.

“Good. I’m sorry.

“Good boy. I’m sorry.

Peach finally smiled.

Beautiful eyes.

Like a goddess.

It was time to visit and she rose up and went to the death row door.

It’s the end, or the end.

“You, don’t fail me. I’m sorry.

A long day later.

I went to the welfare home again.

A number of high-rises have been built in those four weeks, with only welfare homes, still the same as in the current year.

At the corner of the yard, there was a small cake shop, and I walked in and I saw a four-inch velvet cake.

Same as when I bought it for Peach.

I bought a whole piece, sitting there, eating out.

“Are you in this institution too? I’m sorry.

The owner of the cake shop suddenly asked me.

I shook my head.

“Oh, that’s okay. He smiled, “There was a little blind girl, like you, eating cake. I’m sorry.

“Comes once a week and only this one.

“Yo, it seems she hasn’t been here for a long time…

“Do you know her? #Drmkp1sdj

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.