What terrible things have happened to
girls living alone?
In my first year in Shanghai, I lived in Jing’an District and rented a hardbound double bedroom with a monthly rent of 900.
That day, the landlord looked ambiguous and said to me, “You are only 18 years old, and this is worth 3000.”.
I was stunned for a moment before I understood what he meant. On the
rental software, the rent of the second bedroom in this room is 3900 a month. My
name is Guo Congxiao, and I am eighteen years old.
I just arrived in Shanghai and stayed in a youth hostel for 35 yuan a day.
Twelve people sleep. Wake up
every day in the smell of sweat and take a hot bath that you can never take.
Then, find a place to live, or a job that provides accommodation.
Zhang Ziming may be the noble person in my life. I never
dreamed that I could rent such a good house for 900 yuan.
He is in his thirties and works as an art agent. I
rented a two-bedroom apartment and wanted to rent the second bedroom.
The house has a spacious living room, a clean bathroom, a huge washroom mirror, and a double washstand. In
the second bedroom, there is pink wallpaper left by the former tenant and a picture of the cat.
And all this is 100 yuan cheaper than a youth hostel. As I
read the terms of the contract that I didn’t understand, Zhang Ziming asked me why I didn’t go to college and came out to work as an adult. In a flash
, all the grievances came up.
Holding the pen in my hand, I told him, “I took the exam. I was admitted to the university.”.
576 points, enough to go to a good university.
But my parents locked me up at home and stopped me from volunteering, leaving me with only two choices.
Work or get married.
I had no choice but to run, to a place where I could breathe freely.
I signed my name on the contract.
One stroke penetrates the back of the paper.
I gritted my teeth and said, “I will never go back.”.
“Chang Tzu-ming sighed and said softly,” It doesn’t matter. If you have something to do in the future, you can tell Brother Ming. Be good.
He picked up the contract, patted me on the back, and left with ease. I
stood where I was, stiff.
Because he patted my movements, like he was rubbing. Rub a kit
ten tenderly, lovingly, irresistibly.
It seemed to tell me that it was the right given to him by the discount of three thousand yuan. After
that day, Zhang Ziming always crossed the line inadvertently. When I
pass the cup, I will touch my hand gently. When I was
eating, he would suddenly wipe my mouth. When I go to the toilet, I
will come and open the door as if nothing had happened.
Even half a month later, my underwear hanging on the balcony began to be lost inexplicably.
I plucked up my courage and asked Zhang Ziming. All I
got was an outrageous answer like “it might have been blown away by the wind.”.
But I didn’t pursue it. I didn’t dare.
Zhang Ziming is always drunk. He is 1.8 meters tall and his eyes are bloodshot.
I was too afraid of the primitive pressure on him.
I can only comfort myself that if I find a job and change my house as soon as possible, everything will be over.
But Zhang Ziming didn’t leave me much time. When I came back from the interview
that day, I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a strange noise.
I glanced at the door lock.
That’s the sound of the key in the lock cylinder.
Someone’s unlocking my door?
Is it Zhang Ziming?
Brother Ming!?
I pretended to be calm and shouted, but I didn’t get any response. The sound of
unlocking stopped.
I got out of bed barefoot, put the back of my chair against the door lock, half crouched, holding a pair of scissors in my hand, and stared at the door.
Ten minutes. After a
good ten minutes, I heard the sound again.
It was a slight footstep, moving away from my door.
It’s Zhang Ziming! He just.. Stay outside the door all the time! I didn’t sleep this night.
My calves were already numb from squatting, so I moved the heavy solid wood bedside table away and moved it to the door to block the chair.
At this time, a diary fell on the floor from behind the bedside table.
I didn’t look closely, I just kept staring at the bedside table.
Until dawn. After
hearing the sound of Zhang Ziming going out, I went into the bathroom, washed hastily, made up lightly in front of the mirror, and went out for an interview. When I returned to the rental house
in the afternoon, I brought back a sharp fruit knife.
I opened the door quietly and looked around on tiptoe. It seemed that Zhang Ziming had not come back yet.
I breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly took off my makeup and took a bath, went back to the bedroom, locked the door, drank the cool white at the head of the bed, and plunged into bed.
Tuck in the quilt, turn off the overhead light and close your eyes.
I just hope I can have a good sleep.
But the thing that made my hair stand on end came after just a few breaths.
I noticed something strange in the room and held my breath.
Then I heard the sound of another man breathing under the bed.
It’s Zhang Ziming! He’s been hiding under my bed! I could not help but grasp the knife under the pillow and put it in my arms.
Then I let out a faint whisper.
I’m going to pretend to have abdominal pain, go to the bathroom, and get out of this bedroom.
I got out of bed.
But as soon as my feet hit the ground, I realized it was broken.
He’s going to find me shaking all over. I didn’t
even wear slippers. I walked quickly to the door and opened it gently. The warm yellow light of the
living room sprinkled on my face.
At the same time, I heard the most desperate words in my life.
Xiaoxiao, what are you doing with a knife?
06 Despair spreads all over the body.
I didn’t dare to turn back, so I had to run out.
In just two steps, Zhang Ziming caught up.
He dragged me straight into the bathroom and pushed me roughly to the ground.
The pain came in an instant. The knife in
his hand was also beaten away by Zhang Ziming, who had been pressed down. In the
bright light, Zhang Ziming looked down at me and laughed ferociously. Holding down his voice,
he said ferociously, “Guo Congxiao, you knew there would be such a day.”. Aren’t
you waiting for this day? Haven’t
you been waiting for this day?
！」 “Little bitch!” Zhang Ziming repeated this sentence, the smell of rancid alcohol sprayed on my face, and then he lowered his head and forced my neck.
My hands can only twist and swing in a meaningless way.
The knife slid to the very edge of the bathroom. There are no heavy objects
around.
Only Zhang Ziming’s hand held me firmly.
It was the weakest 30 seconds of my life.
Until I touched the shower curtain with water drops.
I realized in an instant that this cheap plastic shower curtain was my only lifeline.
I tried my best to pull it down, and at the moment when Zhang Ziming tore open my jacket, I tore it! The shower curtain was pulled down by me and covered Zhang Ziming’s head. Then, I put my arms around Zhang Ziming’s head.
He struggled frantically and his hands were on me from time to time.
I endured the pain and continued to wrap the shower curtain around Zhang Ziming’s neck.
I started pushing, pushing, pushing.
07 Zhang Ziming’s head, wrapped in a shower curtain, lies on my white knees.
He stared at me with a look of horror and helplessness.
I just buried my head and leaned close to his ear.
I was really waiting for this day, but fortunately I didn’t wait too long.
I whispered in a calm, comforting tone.
I know, you have a camera in the bathroom, right?
Son of a bitch.
08 That day, I saw it.
The lost diary records how the previous tenant was insulted by Chang Tzu-ming in the form of “sex for rent.”.
It also recorded how she was threatened by Zhang Ziming’s peeping video in the bathroom.
Zhang Ziming deserves to die.
And I want him dead, too. When I take a shower
during the day, I loosen the hooks of the shower curtain one by one in the rising steam.
Make sure I can pull it off.
Then I bought a knife and waited to play a game with Zhang Ziming.
Running away is also intentional.
In order to lead Zhang Ziming to the bathroom, and then let the camera in the corner record all this.
09 Zhang Ziming’s breathing gradually stopped. There was more despair in
his eyes than I had performed ten minutes ago. A lot
more. “Don’t worry, dear,”
I whispered.
It was a perfect self-defense.
Finally, Chang Tzu-ming’s blurry pupils lost focus, and his hands hung down feebly.
I pretended to be frightened and got up to go to my room to get my cell phone to call the police.
I’ll be fine. I’m the perfect victim.
But as soon as I got up, an inexplicable feeling of weightlessness suddenly came up.
The brain buzzed and the scene began to blur.
What’s wrong?
I think of the cup of boiled water at the head of the bed.
Zhang Ziming drugged it?
Unfortunately, he was too impatient and revealed too many flaws.
I looked at Zhang Ziming’s body, pulled out an invisible sneer, and then fainted on the cold floor tiles.
I was woken up by the sound of a car whistle outside the window.
My head still hurts a little, but I’m completely awake.
I struggled to get up, ready to call the police.
As soon as I took a step, I turned back.
Incorrect Incorrect! The shower curtain was hung back and the knife was on the floor.
Corpse The body is gone.
I panicked and washed my face to calm myself down.
I checked and found that my body was black and blue, and there were still signs of struggle. What happened
at night is real.
But if Zhang Ziming doesn’t die and wakes up before me, he has no reason to let me go?
His room, my room, the living room, the kitchen, no one.
Suddenly, I thought of the most crucial thing-the camera hidden in the corner of the bathroom ceiling.
I moved the stool and pushed aside the loose tile on the ceiling.
In the back, there was nothing but a narrow hole. The camera that
was supposed to be here, it’s gone. Just then
, the cell phone in my pocket rang.
I click on the mobile phone. I
saw that it was Zhang Ziming who sent me a video.
It was a video that had been edited, and only cut out the process of me suffocating him.
12 And he said, Laugh, and abide here.
I took a breath, frowned and replied, What do you mean?
Twenty-four hours.
As soon as you leave the house for 24 hours, the video will be handed over to the Public Security Bureau.
This is the last message that Zhang Ziming sent me. No matter what I sent
later, he didn’t reply again.
Now I do not know Zhang Ziming’s situation, nor do I know what he wants to do, I can only continue to live in this empty two rooms and one hall.
Gradually, I found that no matter what I did, I had a feeling of being stared at.
Staring, not watching.
It’s like someone watching you silently, not interfering, not leaving.
I checked every corner and tried again and again according to the method on the Internet, but I didn’t find any more cameras. The feeling of
staring is always there.
Until one day, I was blowing my hair in the bathroom after taking a shower, and suddenly the electricity was cut off. In
a flash, the sound of the hair dryer and the wind of the exhaust fan disappeared. Startled,
I quickly recovered, turned on my flashlight, and slowly wrapped my hair in a towel in front of the mirror.
But I heard it.
I really heard it.
In the moment of silence, in the darkness, behind the mirror reflecting my naked body, there was the sound of things falling. The most satisfying painting I have ever painted by
Xie Chuanqiu is a nude portrait of a woman.
She is my roommate, the roommate who lives in the two-bedroom apartment across the street.
Two years ago, I rented this house and painted in seclusion.
But the more I paint, the worse I get, and I can’t pass every one of them.
Finally, one day, I broke down.
On a thunderstorm night, I had been depressed for too long, smashing furniture and venting at random. The mirror in the
bathroom was broken, and behind the mirror, a dark room was revealed.
Very small, less than four square meters, but also left some cement, wood and other decoration equipment.
I climbed in and saw that on the opposite wall of the dark room, a half-man-high window was sealed by a mirror, which should be the mirror of the neighbor’s bathroom.
As I remember, the neighbor’s house was a rental house with no tenants.
I had a bold idea.
A few days later, I removed the mirror from my neighbor’s bathroom and replaced it with a two-way mirror I bought. The
opposite person sees a normal mirror, but in my eyes, it is only a transparent glass. At
first, a man moved in.
I watched him bury the camera, I watched him drug it, I watched him coerce every tenant.
I was resentful and enthusiastic.
Later, a girl named Guo Congxiao moved in.
She’s not a standard beauty, but she’s the most powerful girl I’ve ever seen.
I have a hunch that she is different.
That day, I sat in the dark room, looking at Guo Congxiao who was bathing, and sketched a nude portrait in my mind.
Passed, but not enough.
Not nearly enough.
She is like a silent volcano, with hot magma inside, eager to erupt.
I want more.
So when the perverted beast said to himself that he was going to attack Guo Congxiao, I did not interfere.
All day long, I stayed in the dark room, waiting for the progress of the mirror.
Finally, the moment came! At that moment, Guo Congxiao was pressed by Zhang Ziming, the knife was thrown away, his hands were clamped, Guo Congxiao’s eyes spurted out a surge of hatred. So, so beautiful!!! I held my breath, but my whole body was excited.
Five minutes later, my excitement turned into a cold sweat.
I watched Guo Congxiao smother the beast with a shower curtain.
Son of a bitch.
15 She fainted.
110。 In
the darkroom, I thought about calling the police.
But I know that once I call the police, Guo Congxiao will disappear from my sight forever.
I took care of everything quietly.
The bathroom is already clean. Guo Congxiao,
my real model, still lives there leisurely.
I’m still enjoying, only I know, the time of two people.
I know she found a job as a receptionist in a foreign company. She
knew that she had several objects to pursue and several girlfriends. She
knew that she had not given up her studies and was still preparing for the adult college entrance examination.
I am more than observer, and she is more than object of my gaze.
I’m sure I’m living with her, a mirror away.
Today is Saturday, according to the custom, she will go to the living room to listen to online lessons after taking a bath.
But she didn’t.
She stood naked in front of the mirror and put on a black pajama made of silk, which I had never seen before.
I know she hates black.
Then she picked up a fruit knife and put it in the inside pocket of her pajamas.
She went out of the bathroom. What
‘s she gonna do? Suicide
to avoid punishment?
Three minutes later, my doorbell rang.
I quickly turned out from the window, arranged the mirror, and went to the door.
Who is it?
Hello, I’m your neighbor across the street.
Outside the door was a voice I knew all too well.
It’s Guo Congxiao.
Guo Congxiao I know that Zhang Ziming is probably dead. Behind the mirror
in the bathroom, there must be a room. There’s someone in
that room, maybe a neighbor.
As for the rest, I really can’t think of anything else.
Zhang Ziming’s body is probably in the neighbor’s room. Occasionally,
I met the neighbor, tall and thin, with an unhealthy pallor, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.
He had a good appearance, but because he was too thin, he gave people a morbid sense of gloom.
Someone told me that he was a little famous painter.
I thought about it, if Zhang Ziming’s body disappeared and the space behind the mirror, there was only one possibility-that the painter had been peeping at me. On the night of
Zhang Ziming’s death, he turned over and removed the body.
He also used Zhang Ziming’s identity to threaten me to continue living here to satisfy his pleasure of peeping.
I looked him up.
His name is Xie Chuanqiu, 1989.
A few years ago, there was a little fame, and soon it disappeared.
Now, he is the third roommate in my room who does not exist.
I have to do something. The storefront where
Zhang Ziming works is the deshang of our community. After
Zhang Ziming died, I kept going around the store.
Now I was bold enough to pick an afternoon and go into the shop to inquire about Zhang Ziming’s whereabouts.
The waiter told me that Zhang Ziming had called recently, but he had a fever and his throat was uncomfortable. He also said that he would not often come to the shop.
He also said that he would always ambush near Xie Chuanqiu and try to get Xie Chuanqiu’s painting.
After all, Zhang Ziming is an art intermediary, this is usually not open, open to eat half a year’s work. There is no passenger flow in
this painting and calligraphy shop at ordinary times, and there is nothing strange about not showing up.
Now I have basically confirmed that it was Xie Chuanqiu who helped me conceal the news of Zhang Ziming’s death. The wound on
my body has been healed, the complete video of the bathroom is in his hands, he used the edited video as evidence of my murder, broke my identity as a perfect victim, and now tried to play me in the palm of his hand.
It’s not that easy. In order to escape,
I went into the emergency room with injuries all over my body, climbed down from the fourth floor of the hospital in the dark, and left my hometown overnight by train. If
I have ten thousand reasons not to go back, I have ten thousand reasons to stay here.
I won’t be locked up by anyone or anything again.
I took an oath.
That afternoon, I gritted my teeth and bought a pair of sexy pajamas.
At night, I stripped myself naked in front of the mirror and hid a knife under my pajamas.
I opened the door and went out, stood in front of Xie Chuanqiu’s door, took a deep breath, and rang his doorbell.
I have to make sure the body is in his house.
This is a necessary step, the beginning of my redemption of freedom.
The door opened.
Xie Chuanqiu’s beard was scattered, as if it had just been shaved, his hair was disheveled, the corners of his eyes were downward, with a sense of frustration, but his eyes were bright. He is
really a person with contradictory physiognomy. “What’s the matter?”
He asked? Hesitating,
I held up a bottle of cheap red wine in my hand and plucked up my courage and said, It’s no fun to be alone.. Holidays are even more boring.
Hsieh Chuan-chiu frowned. So?
I hear you’re a painter. Can I chat with you for a while?
Hsieh Chuan-chiu hesitated for a few seconds. With a helpless smile on his face, he turned sideways and said, I’d better drink at my bar. With a sly smile,
I caught the gap and went in.
Then I turned my head and saw that in Hsieh Chuan-chiu’s home, there was no sofa, no TV, only countless paints, brushes, paper, and frames. In the middle of the
living room is a huge drawing board. In
the lamplight, I saw a picture on the drawing board. A woman was suffocating a man.
Twisted and beautiful.
I barely held the red wine in my hand.
I walked slowly over and looked at it.
I asked, “It’s a nice picture. How did you come up with it?”?
Hsieh Chuan-chiu took the wine out of the kitchen, skillfully opened the bottle, poured the wine, and clinked glasses with me. A scene from a
movie.
“I stuck out my tongue.” Is that plagiarism? It’s just for
fun.
Tell me how you paint.
I looked around, but there was no place to sit down, so I sat on the ground, staring at Hsieh Chuan-chiu all the time.
He told me about his first experience of learning to draw.
Xie Chuanqiu’s eyes are very sincere, there are a few moments, I was really brought into the story by him.
But I haven’t forgotten my purpose.
Half an hour later, the wine was almost drunk.
With a shy look on my face, I asked, “Can I use the bathroom?”? For
the first time, Hsieh Chuan-chiu’s expression stiffened for a moment.
He said, “The toilet in the bathroom is blocked. You can go back to your house first.”.
I said, “Oh,” and stretched. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s open another bottle of beer!” With that, I went straight to the kitchen, regardless of whether Xie Chuanqiu agreed or not.
I’ll get it for you.
Almost instantly, I was stopped by Hsieh Chuan-chiu.
But in the space of a moment, I have seen it. There was a brand new, huge food freezer in the
kitchen, covered with a thick black cloth.
I sat back slowly and watched Xie Chuanqiu’s figure disappear in the kitchen.
When he came out again, he had two more bottles of beer in his hand.
I’m a little nausea. Where did
he get the beer?
The freezer? Is there still Zhang Ziming’s body hidden
there?
？
I could almost feel my face getting worse with the naked eye, and I could no longer pull out a forced smile.
So I got up hurriedly and said, “My stomach is still uncomfortable, or I’ll forget it today.”.
Ding-maybe the pajamas are too loose.
The fruit knife suddenly fell to the ground.
I picked up the knife in a panic.
His face was red with anxiety.
I blinked, tears rolling in my eyes. What are
you..?
Fortunately, Hsieh Chuan-chiu’s voice still sounded calm. Can
‘t give him time to think! So I immediately threw myself into Xie Chuanqiu’s arms.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m just afraid.. I mean no harm.
I cried, almost screaming, in the scent of his shower gel.
“I’m so tired. I really want to talk to someone!” I know you’re a neighbor and a painter, but I don’t know who you are.
I know it’s rude, but I really can’t help it. I’ve been.. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately! “I’m sorry..” I couldn’t stop crying, and at the same time, I felt a pair of thin hands on my back.
Hsieh Chuan-chiu’s voice was calm and strong. He said, “I understand. I understand everything.”.
I raised my head from his arms and wiped my tears in confusion.
Go home. You can come to me if you have anything to do in the future.
Hsieh Chuan-chiu smiled, We are neighbors. The body of
Xie Chuanqiu and Zhang Ziming has been hidden by me for a long time. My
name is Xie Chuanqiu, and I’m just over thirty this year.
In my friend’s words, I have gone crazy. Since
learning to draw, I have come to understand that only capturing the most natural moment is the most real and perfect art.
For this reason, I no longer paint still life, streets, subways, shopping malls.. I capture emotions and want to reproduce them on paper.
I have painted for many years, but none of them have satisfied me completely.
Because human beings, no matter when and where they are, will habitually wear a mask as long as they are observed.
This is the hypocrisy engraved in the gene, the Schrodinger of human nature.
I need to be an invisible observer. I need a Dark House.
So when I found the dark room, no one knew how excited I was.
I feel that the desire in my heart has been released, not the desire to peep, but the desire to create.
Especially, the arrival of Guo Congxiao.
That night, I thought a lot.
I will never allow Guo Congxiao to leave this room because of this.
That’s destroying my great art career.
So I removed Zhang Ziming’s body and used his cell phone to threaten Guo Congxiao to stay here.
But I didn’t expect that Guo Congxiao would come up.
I know. She tried to kill me. I knew it
from the day she got up the courage to walk into the painting and calligraphy shop.
She is so smart that she can suspect me.
But she doesn’t know that her every move is under my control.
She threw herself into my arms and played the part of a panicked fawn.
But I know that behind her young acting skills, there is a paranoid and crazy evil woman.
I know her secret better than anyone.
We are the same kind of people, trying to break away from something, and trying to get something.
Hate is the only footnote to our destiny.
In the next few days, Guo Congxiao began to contact me frequently.
She talked to me about the confusion of the future, the trivialities of life, and the occasional fear that I couldn’t hide.
She said it was her lifelong regret that she didn’t go to college.
She said that someone was pursuing her, but she was afraid to fall in love.
Because she can’t see the future in each other.
She also said that there was a dark cloud in her life that could not be avoided.
She was too scared. As always,
I called her by her first name.
She started calling me brother Qiu.
She even offered to go out with me. By the side of the
Huangpu River, under the yellow street lamp, it was my first date after many years.
Guo Congxiao bought two boxes of ice cream.
She told me that this was the first time she had eaten ice cream in Shanghai. Twenty-five yuan for
a box. I saw it the first day I
came to Shanghai.
In order to eat this box of ice cream, I didn’t eat a piece of ice cream for most of the summer.
Today, she was finally willing to spend money to buy it.
Two boxes.
Guo Cong’s smiling eyes smiled, like a bright crescent moon, with a naughty temperament.
She said it was sweeter than what she had eaten in the county before.
For a moment, I couldn’t tell whether Guo Congxiao was acting or showing his true feelings. Before
today, my only interest was to know how this woman would kill me in the end.
I turned my head and looked at the scattered crowd and Guo Cong, who counted the street lights, laughing.
Suddenly, I didn’t care so much about what she thought. I
have always hated humans and liked to wear a mask.
But at this moment, I don’t want to see the girl beside me.
On that day, Guo Congxiao was drunk and bossed around in my room like a delicate little girl.
Kuo Cong said with a smile, “Hey, Brother Qiu, come and draw for me.”.
“I became interested:” What painting?
Kuo Congxiao made a “shush” gesture with his hand and laughed foolishly.
“Naked!” When she said this, the corners of her mouth were smiling, but her eyes could not hide her loneliness. In the
dim light, the silk nightgown, as thin as a cicada’s wing, slipped off her body.
It was the first time I saw her naked, fair and square.
Ding-fell on the ground with the silk pajamas, and the familiar fruit knife.
I couldn’t help laughing. “Why are you still carrying it?” Guo Congxiao looked very quiet.
Brother Qiu, I won’t take it anymore.
You’re a good man.
Don’t give a good man card to middle-aged people.
You’re a good man. I like you.
“She said,” Leave it here.
I was stunned.
Guo Cong laughed in tears.
I didn’t know what to say, so I picked up my brush and focused on painting. After many years,
I repainted the static human body, but I felt more passionate than ever before.
I’m in love with her.
Guo Congxiao.
In the last second.
Or, for the first time, the second you open the door for her.
Brother Qiu, you get paid to be a model, don’t you?
“” Huh? Stunned,
I looked at her and couldn’t help nodding. What do you want?
“” Nothing. If you
want it, you may not give it.
Tell me about it.
“” Well-what about your whole life, for instance?
Paintbrush, I can’t hold it steady.
I tried to relax my tone, but I didn’t dare to look at Guo Cong’s smiling eyes again.
Sounds like you’re proposing to me?
Come on, the time I have left is not as long as a lifetime.
I know what she means.
After all, in her perspective, she will always be a murderer. Guo Congxiao had never talked about this
before.
And this day, I probably know what she’s going to do.
That night, I didn’t leave Guo Congxiao for the night.
The next day, we didn’t see each other. In the early morning of the
third day, I finished the most satisfying painting so far.
At the same time, a shrill alarm bell rang outside the building.
Immediately, eager footsteps could be heard in the corridor. The
noise was so loud that all the neighbors upstairs and downstairs knew that a murderer had turned himself in.
I walked out of the room, just in time to see Guo Congxiao opposite also opened the door.
We looked into each other’s eyes. The policeman took out a pair of shackles in a
harsh voice. Put it on
for me.
Guo Cong laughed at the crowded corridor, the crowd of onlookers, and the dazzling police lights. I
was in the crowd, and I heard people talking.
They said that a man living in the building was imprisoned and tortured by the painter Xie Chuanqiu.
They said that the man wanted to steal Xie Chuanqiu’s painting.
They also said that Xie Chuanqiu was a psychopath.
On this day, Xie Chuanqiu surrendered himself. Without saying anything,
I stepped into the elevator and opened the door amid sporadic words of comfort.
Then, close the door.
Give a wild laugh.
It’s all over.
That day, I deliberately hid a knife in front of the mirror and went to his house.
Drink, talk, go to the bathroom, go to the kitchen.
I even deliberately dropped the knife in front of Xie Chuanqiu, showing a naive and timid look that needed someone to rely on.
Every move I make, I make fun of him.
I never meant to kill him.
One mistake, why make another mistake to make up for?
I just want a peeping Tom pervert willing to be his scapegoat.
I kept in touch with Xie Chuanqiu and gradually saw the love burning in his lifeless eyes.
A corpse can’t be preserved for a long time.
Time is up.
That day, I took the initiative to take off my clothes, stared at Xie Chuanqiu, and said that. That thing
about the deal.
I contributed a painting to Xie Chuanqiu.
Xie Chuanqiu turned himself in and gave me back my freedom as a reward.
That’s my deal. What
I want is for him to replace me in prison for the rest of my life.
Being a nude model wasn’t the last thing I did.
The next night, I added a dose of catalyst.
I fixed my makeup and got dressed.
Looking at himself in the mirror and Xie Chuanqiu behind the mirror, he made a final confession.
I said, I killed a man, Zhang Ziming, the beast, who wanted to insult me, and I suffocated him.
I said, the body, I guess, is hidden in your room.
I don’t know. What did you do.
I said, I thought about killing you and hiding it forever.
I said, but I can’t help it. I’m in love with you.
I was so scared that you became the only light in my dark world.
Without you, I might have turned myself in on the first day I killed Zhang Ziming.
Without you, I would not have such a strong desire to survive, nor would I fall in love with you when I want to kill you.
Xie Chuanqiu, I love you.
I want to live with you.
Paint, get married, have kids, grow old together.
But I can’t do any of that.
I’m turning myself in.
You gave me a love, and I helped you hide all the truth.
I will tell the police that Zhang Ziming’s body has been thrown into the river by me.
Remember me, Xie Chuanqiu.
Forget the body and throw it into the river. I
cried bitterly, and after saying these words, I left the bathroom weakly and went to my room to find my cell phone to surrender.
Ten minutes later, sirens sounded outside the building.
At that moment, I knew my plan had succeeded.
Because I didn’t call the police.
And I know who reported it.
Two years later, I was admitted to a university in Shanghai.
In the meantime, I have been accompanied by a painting.
It was the only thing Xie Chuanqiu left me, a nude portrait. During the
summer vacation, I went to the exhibition.
In the gallery, I saw a Chinese work that won a prize in France.
That is an abstract painting.
A woman was divided into four pieces by a broken mirror. A child
with a bear, a girl with a knife.
Firm and self-reliant eyes, empty pupils.
In the middle, there is an irregular body.
The whole painting has a strong sense of impact and a kind of instinctive pleasure. The name of the
painting is “Lost Temple”, translated as “Lost Temple”.
Some connoisseurs believe that it is the author’s reconstruction of ancient Greek mythology that depicts various desires in the depths of human nature through various elements.
I noticed that under the introduction of the painting, there was a line of notes.
Painter: Xie Chuanqiu.
Former name: Lost Room.
Originally, after Xie Chuanqiu was imprisoned, the jury was amazed by the style of the painting and changed its name in good faith, which was more in line with the style of painting. The students who watched the exhibition
with me all agreed that the judges had made better changes.
But only I know that it is the most appropriate name.
Because this painting is about a missing room, a missing roommate, a missing murderer.
[Epilogue · II] After the exhibition, I had dinner with my college classmates. On the
barbecue stand, the night wind is slightly tipsy.
A classmate’s boyfriend is a student of the police Academy.
He suddenly talked about the case of Xie Chuanqiu.
They all said that Xie Chuanqiu himself was very quiet and did not look like a person who could do such a thing.
Because of the impulse of the moment, the work is now famous, but people are in prison, I am afraid it is very regretful.
I felt like a lifetime ago in the midst of a crowd of sighs.
I know that.
I visited the prison. On the
phone, I asked him, “Do you regret it?”?
“He said,” No regrets. He and
I are still separated by a pane of glass, facing each other in the distance.
Our conversation was an encrypted call that only two people understood. At
the dinner table, I waved my hand and interrupted each other.
I said in a joking tone, “What? The murderer is not Hsieh Chuan-chiu at all.”.
I heard it was a girl who killed Chang Tzu-ming.
He wanted to sleep with the girl, but she didn’t agree.
For a moment, everyone was stunned.
I noticed that my classmate’s boyfriend narrowed his eyes and looked at me playfully.
He said, Is it?
So. How did she do it?
I smiled and looked him in the eye.
Suffocated to death.
With a plastic shower curtain, it’s quick, less than three minutes.
Suddenly, his expression relaxed, showing an expression of dumbfounded laughter.
“Come on, Chang Tzu-ming was stabbed to death.” He gestured at the position of his heart and said, “Here, five knives, the knife is fatal.”.
My senior fellow apprentice read the autopsy report, and it was clear.
What’s going on?
？
！！ For a moment, all the memories poured into my mind.
…… Hello, are you a new neighbor?
」…… Drink my wine. Don’t worry if you are
not intoxicated.
」…… We are neighbors. It is right to take care of
each other.
」…… You don’t have to be so happy to eat an ice cream. It’s not like you can’t eat it later.
」…… Kuo Tsung-hsiao, don’t talk nonsense.
Your whole life is still long.
」…… All kinds of memories are gone. The
only thing left is what Xie Chuanqiu said to me when he visited the prison.
I don’t regret it.
I did it. What do I regret?
Be happy, Guo Cong smiled.
Don’t live up to your name. Midsummer night in
Shanghai, after the rain, is particularly refreshing.
I drank beer in the fireworks, and in my blurred vision, I saw a strange boy who courteously went to buy ice cream for me.
Lively and calm.
Author’s words: This story originated from a film and television project research, based on some of the materials for dramatic adaptation, the heroine’s mentality and behavior in the story of the necessary artistic treatment.
If someone encounters a similar situation, please seek help from the police and relevant departments at the first time, neither trying to solve it privately by yourself, nor expecting a woman to use her own strength against an adult man who is committing a crime.
After all, there is no room for luck in personal safety.
. Focus on not getting lost ~
