Angel’s room.
Night and night: double-killing of humanity
Unintentionally, they entered a villa on the outskirts of the city, which contained a variety of torture devices and the bodies of women who had been devastated.
I almost screamed.
When I tried to leave quickly, there were footsteps behind me.
One.
When my eyes were open, my head was buzzing and it was like it was going to explode. I can’t remember anything.
The eyes are white, the hospital.
I… why in the hospital?
In a moment of doubt, my brain went up in severe pain, and there was a lot of flashing white light.
I can’t stop groaning, but I’m scared by my own dumb voice, like I haven’t spoken for a long time.
Someone came in outside the door.
“You’re awake. A man in a police uniform smiled at me in a friendly way and looked at me with a glimpse.
“You’ve been in a coma for a long time. I’m sorry.
I haven’t been able to react, or I’m looking at people.
He took a look at his phone and went on and said, “It’s almost three months. I thought you wouldn’t wake up. I’m sorry.
What happened? Why are the police here?
The memory is mixed, the brain is moved, and the nerve inside is soared. It’s too painful, like a thousand gills in the flesh of the brain.
The police officer said to himself, “If you don’t wake up, our investigation may not go on.” After all, you’re the only one alive. By the way, my last name is Mi. I’m in charge of this case. I hope you’ll cooperate with us. I’m sorry.
I have a headache, and I can’t be polite and say, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.” I’m sorry.
It’s the officer’s turn to frown.
“You don’t remember? Don’t play dumb with me, it’s about a dozen lives! He suddenly took it seriously and his voice went up like I was making a mistake.
But how can I know that I feel like I’m dying with my head on my head and I don’t even think about the police.
I don’t know how long it took him to leave alone.
After a little respite, I remembered what others said to me.
I’m involved in a dozen lives?
What did I do?
Who am I?
I had to chill.
It’s just that in this empty white room, it’s cold.
The police officer finally accepted my memory loss, knowing how many times he confirmed it to the doctor.
It is even more surprising that no one has come to see me since he was hospitalized.
It was hard enough to get out of the hospital, and the Officer Mi wouldn’t let me go.
“Please cooperate in our investigation! I’m sorry.
“How many times have I said it? I can’t remember. I don’t even know who I am! Will you leave me alone? The depression that has been sprung up in this day has erupted, and I can’t help but scream at him.
“Let’s cooperate. His voice is still not low.
How?
“I’ll help you find out who you are, you help me solve the case. I’m sorry.
I seem to be in a desperate situation. There is no choice.
Two.
“We found you in a house on the outskirts of Tianhe, not to say a house, but a villa. When you’re found, you lie with a lot of women, the difference is…”
It’s like he’s wondering what to say.
“What is it? I’m sorry.
“You’re alive, they’re dead. I’m sorry.
I had to take a breath of air, and my hands were shaking with the horns.
I tried to keep my voice calm, but did not have the courage to look up and look at the aggressive and skeptical look before me.
“How did they die? I’m sorry.
The air is stuck. It’s been a long time since there was a sound.
“I do not know, but it is certain that the deceased was subjected to inhuman abuse prior to his death. And there are a few bodies, which should be at least 10 years old, and which are well preserved with preservatives…
When I thought I was in a room with those bodies, the fear suddenly spread to every tiny branch of my body, and my muscles were shaking and I almost fell off my chair.
The man on the other side, too, seems to be waiting for me to calm down and accept these necessary realities.
“Can I see them?”
“The bodies? “It’s hard to believe.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“Are you sure? I’m sorry.
“That’s why you came to me. I laughed and forced myself to look up to him.
I can see what he sees.
“I’m going to make a strip. I’m sorry.
While standing at the door of the morgue, Officer Mi confirmed with me and repeatedly highlighted the tragic circumstances of the body.
Last time I saw you, he told the guards to open the door.
The guard was probably a middle-aged man with his head down and his back around us, and opened the morgue silently.
The moment his rough hands pulled open, I felt like a blizzard had to hold my arm.
The room is dark and cold, and the air on all sides is murmured with death, and the white-coloured Gabe shakes the floor and down because of the overlap of vision.
Me and Officer Mi followed the guard, turned two corners and stopped in front of a white Gabe.
The guard looked up to Inspector Mee.
Nod the head of Officer Mi.
So he stretched out his hand and unmasked the guacamole, and he was completely exposed to us.
The guard took two steps back, looked at the body for a moment, and then went back and left.
I just stare at the body in front of me and don’t notice the changes around it.
The body was dry, as if it had been drained by the devil, had devoured its flesh and blood, and had been squeezed with little blood, leaving only a scavenging and bruised body, which would never disappear as a human being.
Even though her eyes had been closed, I could see in that bulging eye the fear that she had torn apart by despair.
The fear is not only in the eyes but also in the bones of every part of the body, but the flesh is still connected.
I don’t know how many bones have been broken, but there may have been a plume of blood coming out of the naked flesh that is now gray.
My heart beats faster, my brain suddenly gets messy, and I rushed out of the morgue and just breathed into the air outside, I threw up.
Drying vomiting with acidy water coming out of the stomach is paralysing the mouth, and it’s all in the memory of an unforgettable skin bag, with a painful headache of its head, and it’s spinning in the air.
“You all right? I’m sorry.
He’s coming to hold me.
“Do you remember anything? I’m sorry.
I shook my head and my tears slipped.
I stood up and looked at the eyes of the door guard.
When I looked at him, he was too busy to see the vulnerability of ordinary people.
“Is there a mistake? How could I possibly get involved in something like this? I’m sorry.
I looked at Officer Mi with my hand and caught him in his cuffs, and the whole man was shaking.
He didn’t say anything, just a little breath. Then he covered my shaking body with a big body, with his hands gently on my back, and a warm warm warm body came up, dispersing the air that had just passed.
It may seem a little out of place, but what he had on him, with the smell of blood and humanity, suddenly made me obsessed.
3
This is the first time I’ve officially checked out Mitoo.
He’s about the same age as I am, but he’s got his hands up and he’s got a deep-seated experience of the case. Sword-brow stars, with their brilliance, the justice that has been spread around them adds to the maturity and power of eight feet.
He was not like a panther, but was like a wolf, lying in the dark, waiting for the fox to show his tail and then pounce up and bite it off its neck.
He asked to take me to that house where I was found, to find memories and clues.
The car stopped in front of a forest.
He got out of the car and then came around to pull the door on my side.
I woke up in the shadows and laughed at him.
When I got down from the car, I asked him, “Who owns this house? I’m sorry.
“In the name of a woman, who had a property in the centre of town, we found that she was mostly in the city, but had never gone back 20 years ago. I’m sorry.
On the ground in front of the villa, a few steps can see the red of the stars.
Blood’s running away.
I looked out of the ground.
“The killer should have been wounded when he escaped. But the blood spreads to the road and disappears, and it’s hard to tell which way he went. I’m sorry.
He looked at me like he was watching my face.
I was a little distracted from his eyes.
Instead of entangling, he walked in front of the stars and first entered the house.
I followed him in there, a humid, day-to-day sunless, and with the bloody smell of snotting, it was disgusting.
Because no one’s been here for a long time, it’s been a bit dusty here, jumping in the sun as we move.
I looked around, and I consciously crossed it from the table of board, which is a cross-tangled road, and I observed that there was a thin spot on the table and a Quadripartite mark.
After receiving my questionable eyes, Michu explained, “There were computers and old TVs here before, they were taken back to the station. I’m sorry.
I looked back at that trace, and the killer was here, hiding behind an old screen and staring outside.
“But it’s a shame. The computer was clean and there was nothing on TV except the basic channel. I’m sorry.
Walking through the living room, he led me to the end along the dark corridor, with an open entrance to the basement.
“Here’s where we found you. I’m sorry.
He’s leading down.
The stairs are long and narrow, as if they lead to the most extreme edges of darkness and evil.
“Wait a minute. * I take a deep breath and whisper, “Can you pull me I’m a little scared *
I don’t know.
Mitru came back to hold my hand. His hands are big and warm.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
On the steps of a layer, the mark of dark red is small and small, asphalted.
“There’s only two bloodstains on the stairs. One is yours, the other is consistent with the blood at the door of the villa. I’m sorry.
Listen to Mitho. I should have been found in the basement. Then why did my blood appear on the stairs?
Someone pushed me?
The basements are wide and empty, with dark lights. There’s no way to judge the blood, because the whole floor is covered in red, old, fresh, folded and covered by one layer after another.
It’s a human carpet.
Every frame of view is flashing in the brain, and memories are still blurry.
“A number of bodies fell next to you, some of them older, along the wall around the room. In this context, two of my colleagues are still in therapy. “I don’t have to look back and imagine the hatred in Mithu’s eyes.
There’s a lot of tables in the room. It’s a table, it’s more like a tool rack, even though it’s been emptied by the police. But the rust with the contours, it’s rare to see that things like axe saws are here.
Torture instruments.
I remember that woman’s body.
“Let’s get out of here. I’m sorry.
I ran away from the house without waiting for Mithu to answer. It’s a place where people can’t stay for a moment.
And We sent the gods behind the villa.
Through the gap between the trees, a remote low-lying area can be seen, with small and small houses scattered.
“That’s Tan, a fishing village. The one who called the police was from their village. I’m sorry.
Mithu’s voice surprised me. I don’t know when he transferred to me later.
“Not right. “My eyes were staring at it, and my thoughts were floating, and I couldn’t even hear it, “There was a problem there. I’m sorry.
Mithu looked into my eyes with surprise and mistrust.
4
In order to further investigate the village, Officer Mi decided to apply to the Bureau for a stay with me.
“Why do you think this village is a problem? I’m sorry.
“Don’t know, just feel. I did not stop my hand to pack, and asked: “Did you find any information on my identity?” I’m sorry.
“No, you didn’t have any papers when we found you. Take your photo to the civil registry. You can say it’s a mystery…”
With his eyes in his eyes, he lengthened his tone.
“You suspect me? “I put down my hand and stand up straight to Mitoo.
“I suspect anyone until the case is clarified. His face is cold and he has no taste. Not like his body.
“Why do you keep me? I’ve lost my memory anyway. Let me see, why don’t you arrest me sooner. I’m choking.
“Michu wrinkles not with pleasure: do not say what is or is not.” I’m sorry.
“Yes or no?” The events that have come before me in the past few days have already exhausted me, and the confusion and anger in my heart have become a pebble, and only a word of Mitru will be enough to put the pebbles to the ground, and I am in a state of collapse and quickly recrimination.
“That’s what you think. Why else would you stay here with me because I’m a criminal pretending to lose my memory? If this case is so difficult, why don’t I come up with a way to get rid of me and get rid of me? I’m sorry.
My words clearly provoked him.
Mithu’s fist punched me on the wall behind my back, and the body came down, and I couldn’t move from him to the wall.
His breath sprayed in my face, and his voice was angry and low, “What do you think I am? I’m a cop! Not a good man, not a bad man. If it were you, I’d bring you to justice. If it wasn’t, I’d protect your victim! I’m sorry.
His face was too harsh, and I was scared to look into his eyes.
It took me a long time to find my own voice and to spit with a little laughter: “Why so serious, I’m just kidding. I’m sorry.
Mithu’s reaction was clearly excessive. He was overburdened with no progress in the matter, and by me and my superiors who were helpless.
But what’s strange is that for a moment, the heat that comes from his body when it comes to me gives me an impulse to hold him. It’s hard to describe that feeling, like a bonfire in the cold.
I want to get close to him, more.
But he turned his back and stopped looking at me.
“I’m packed, let’s go. I’m sorry.
Mithu didn’t drive a police car, but got on his bike, and I sat behind him, and his wide shoulder was right in front of me.
The devil made a fool of himself, and I leaned gently up there and held his waist with my hands.
I felt his body a blow, but I didn’t let go.
Upon arrival in the village, an unnamed displeasure fell upon me again.
There is a depressing atmosphere in this village, where Metru and I passed, where everyone stopped working and watched us.
At the door of a house there was a little girl with a baby sitting next to the dirt pile.
She’s naked, wearing a coarse dress, with a single pony tail and looking at us with a black eye.
But perhaps because of her younger age, she did not see the kind of hostility that others saw, but simply curiosity and doubt.
I wanted to smile at her.
On the other side of the door, there was a big cough.
An older man was smoking a pipe of old smoke, and the sight was just coming back from the girl, turning to me with hatred.
The girl stood up with her toes on the rough sandstone and took the baby back to the yard.
Me and Michu met each other for a moment, and their eyes were confused.
Despite this, no one has spoken to us, and no one has said anything about this eviction, which led us to leave the village immediately.
We found the village chief, identified him, asked him to arrange for us to stay, but I can see that he was extremely reluctant to get us out of here.
Michu would like to know why the village’s attitude towards us is so strange.
The village chief, however, interrupted the village in an obscenity, so that we did not ask many questions on the grounds that the village had its own rules.
When he was leaving, he warned us again and reminded us to move on.
Me and Mithu are in a fog, but they also know that it is impossible to ask people in this village.
We had to change our methods, move around and find out why.
The village of Thaksin is water-dependent, isolated and small. Villagers are self-sufficient in fishing and growing and rarely walk out of the village.
Later, a shaver came from nowhere, brought strange dyes and made hair for women. The men in the village hate itching, their women run into other men’s little houses for hours, who knows if they dye their heads or what? Not to mention the skin-bearing parents, the dyed head, the sin.
But the women in the village love new. From some day on, the women of the village suddenly disappeared. Everyone thought it was the shaver who brought something dirty to the village.
However, women are not finished yet, but they have to go out to town to get their hair, and some have gone and never come back.
“The people are missing. Why didn’t you call the police? “Michul has locked his head and questioned a villager who is rarely willing to speak.
The villagers suddenly changed their faces.
“It’s none of your business in our village! I’m sorry.
“Why are you talking like that? We don’t care. I’m a cop! We’re in charge of life-threatening matters! I’m sorry.
“Word”? Who told you someone was missing? Who told you? Ask me. Who admitted it? I’m sorry.
“You! I’m sorry.
Micho almost got into a fight.
The villagers are even more insulated from us, walking around, as if we were really untimely guests in spreading the scourge.
The investigation was once stalled.
“I can’t believe this time, there’s a village that’s so backward! I’m sorry.
“It’s a three-month deadline! It’s been half a month now. I can’t even think! I’m sorry.
“Let’s go out again. It’s no way to complain here. I’m still a little calm.
To the west, towards the end of the village, there was an old house, far from other households, and the bricks were dilapidated and appeared to be shaking.
There’s an old lady sitting on the wall in the yard with no idea what she’s up to. Perhaps if she were to fall back, the house would collapse. But she didn’t, so the old house was still there.
I heard her humming a song when I was close, and I couldn’t hear her, but she was familiar.
My head was buzzing.
Micho didn’t notice anything wrong with me.
Grandma, what song are you singing?
“What song… I don’t know.
“Who is Sister Liu?”
“Do you remember Miss Liu? I’m sorry.
Mi-chul is a little confused.
But looking at the old lady’s voice, he’s probably just mistaken for someone else.
“What’s wrong with Sister Liu?” I’m sorry.
“We disappeared 20 years ago, and we don’t know where she is, and how she’s doing.
“She was so stylish and burned her head a few days before she disappeared. We both heard the song the other night, and she thought it was nice to see where it was and then she didn’t come back… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “The old lady, alone, whispered, and she said, “I see tears in my eyes.
I couldn’t help but sigh.
In the previous investigation, we have learned how corrupt and feudal the villagers in this village are, that a woman is missing, and that it is only a conversation after their tea.
Besides…
In their attitude towards women, it is not clear how to denigrate the missing sister-in-law, Liu, who is afraid to have fabricated the rumours that she left behind her wife and ran away.
I’m thinking about going down to see Mitho.
He’s probably just like me. He’s wrinkled and he’s been quiet all day.
I followed him and suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, “Wait a minute! Granny, isn’t Liu’s hair the yellow-coloured one? I’m sorry.
She’s just lighted down.
I left before Mithu heard it.
I made up a lie about Mithu’s questions, then I went all the way in silence and tried to hide my emotions.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you so white? “Michu noticed something wrong with me.
“That song I think I’ve heard. I’m sorry.
“What? Why didn’t you say so?”
“Room Of Angle.” It’s an English song. Translator. Angel’s room. I’m sorry.
“Anything strange to you? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
I don’t know why, thinking about this song, I feel like a blizzard, with a chill on my back.
“No, we have to go back to the scene. I’m sorry.
5
According to the survey, the identity of several female bodies was identified, one of them the owner of the former villa.
It’s an old girl with no family and no reason to be alone. The economy is very good, usually living in the centre of the city, and only occasionally comes here for leisure and vacation.
Because she rarely moves around with the people around, everyone thinks she just moved away.
Michu reported to his superiors on the progress of the investigation in the village during this period and intends to take me to the villa again.
I said I’d have to rest for two days.
I can’t say I’m afraid to walk into that place.
More importantly, I’ve been dreaming about that house lately, with the blood and screams of many women, and this nightmare is driving me crazy.
When I walked into the basement, I felt like there was something different, but I couldn’t say anything different.
The wind comes in from the skylight, the simple chandeliers that hang on the ceiling shake and the grey and dark lights pass through the corner, flashing through a little bit of the passing light.
I went to the corner behind the stairs and found a falling knife in an extremely hidden place. In terms of location, someone fell off the stairs.
It’s a French folded cleaver, slightly bent up, sharp and long. There was also a flame-like tote on the wooden tan handle.
The head suddenly hurts so hard. The room, the knife, the shadow of a vague man, and the countless bodies, blood and screams were all pouring into the mind in an instant, seemingly entangled and actually falling apart.
I always feel like I’ve seen this man somewhere, but I think about it a little bit, and I feel confused.
I held the stairs, I barely stood up and didn’t let myself fall.
It’s good that Mitho didn’t see me like this.
His fingers were scratched by rough walls.
I slowly calmed down and walked behind him. The presence of Micho has a reassuring force.
His cuffs were soared with his arms, his cyan veins were soared on his skin as a little snake, that he was more able to bend through the broad back and strong waist limbs of his shirt.
Spectrum looks good.
Once again I tried to reach out and touch him like I was attracted.
“There seems to be something on the wall. * His voice broke me and I took it back *
The colour of the walls is the same as that of the surrounding area, but there are some areas that are slightly smoother than the surrounding area, as if they were painted.
Mithu pulled out the red laser light tied to the key and photographed it against the wall.
Where the light comes in, it shows the writing.
I was surprised to cover my mouth.
As the red light moved, we saw what was on it:
You lie still in front of me.
Your tears mean nothing to me.
The wind roared at the windows.
You never gave me love.
I gave it to you.
I really don’t deserve it.
But you can’t do anything now.
“What do you mean by this poem? “It’s only half a mile away that Mitho is pressing low voices to ask me.
“It’s not poetry, it’s song. “An angel’s room” in Chinese. I’m sorry.
I suddenly found my voice shaking.
I have a feeling, that guy, that came back.
Six.
A man in a straw hat came looking for Mithu. Looks like he’s 40 or 50 years old.
“This is the fisherman, the blood he found, who reported it to us. “You said something new, what? I’m sorry.
The man looked at me strangely without a hype: “This girl looks familiar. I’m sorry.
“Look familiar? “Michu’s eyes are alert.
“It’s not as if she looks a little like someone from our village, but I can’t remember who she is. I’m sorry.
Think again! I’m sorry.
“I can’t remember. I’m sorry.
“What about you? Have you seen this man?” Michu turned his head to me.
I shook my head with doubt.
Mithu’s eyes were dimmed and he was paralyzed.
“Did not your people not come out?” I asked.
“I don’t have to come out if I don’t want to make some wild in the woods. The village chief is right. There’s something wrong outside the village.
“What’s new to you?” “Michu is resting on the temple.
Suddenly, the man starts to smile at us, and the wrinkles on his face pile up, and he pulls it out in his coat pocket, pulls out a watch.
“This is what I found on the ground when I was running. I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t something so important go to the police right away? “Michu’s feet are stung.
The man was holding his hand.
“How can you hand it over now? I looked at him.
The man smiles, “I can’t sell it. The village is afraid of this. I’m sorry.
The watch looks like it’s been going on for some years, the needles have stopped and the surface has broken, but the quality and fine work of gold can be seen to be of great value.
There’s a little picture in it. The picture is of a woman, with a tall cheekbones and thin lips, with some European faces, but far from being Chinese. Looks like it was in the 1950s and 1960s.
Most importantly, her hair was natural radians, some yellow.
7
There has been a breakthrough.
It’s all because of that old picture.
It wasn’t easy to find out who that woman was, and she was the first person to register in 1951.
Her name is Zhuihui, and according to the location provided by the account, we found her home, which is 1,200 kilometres from the villa and village.
The woman is said to have died long ago and to have died strangely, but no one knows why.
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The street was a good place in the middle of the city in the 1960s, but it was not long after the reform was opened, and everyone living here moved out.
Me and Michu in this old street broke their mouths from morning to night and finally heard a man who had lived near her house for almost eight years. It’s a good thing that he’s conscious and in good spirits.
“My Lord, can you tell us about the single bead? Do you remember her? I’m sorry.
“Single beads?” Let me think about it. “The blind eye of a man’s tumultiness is suddenly bright.
“When she was young, she was a famous woman of our generation, big eyes, high noses, white skin like that white bun. But she’s been through a lot because of that look. I’m sorry.
The Lord speaks in peace.
It is only then that we know that Shou Joo’s mother, who had to be born when she was young, was violated by American soldiers and hanged herself in her teens. In order to survive, Joo-ju came out in his teens and was called a bastard.
“Is she alone?”
“She’s got a son, Sing Feng, but she doesn’t know who the child’s father is. I’m sorry.
“Where’s her son? “Michu’s eyes are staring.
“Then who knows! Strangely enough, we haven’t seen that kid since his mother died. I think he hates fucking…
Hate? I’m sorry.
“Yes, since the birth of the child, the body has been so strong that no one will be doing her business soon. That life, thumping, really is an underground place. I’m sorry.
“It’s her bad son’s fault who’s been beating him up so hard that the neighbors can hear him.
“On several occasions, we also saw her strangling his son’s neck with a watch chain.
Mitru broke up with the old man and took out the transparent bag with the watch. I’m sorry.
“Where did you get it?” I’m sorry.
Mitru was vague and pulled me back.
It is now imperative to find the single-peaker. By age, he’s probably 40 or 50 years old.
“Do you remember anything? “It seems that the real killer is about to come out of the water, and Mithu is a little bit friendly with me.
“No, I’ve never heard of one. I’m sorry.
The death of a single bead, if not unexpected, is related to a single peak. But the question is, where is he now?
Since there was blood on the front door of the villa, it was clear that he was still alive, perhaps he was hiding in the dark, waiting for the right time to proceed.
As long as he’s not caught in a minute, I’ll have a minute to live.
8
The fisherman is dead.
His body was found at the edge of the forest at the village entrance, with a wound to the chest of 3.8 centimetres in diameter, reaching the heart, which could be described as fatal. So precise, the killer is an experienced man.
“One Peak appears? “Michu stares directly at the fisherman’s body and whispers.
The old face lying on it was stiff and ugly, but the wrinkles had never been so wide.
It doesn’t make sense. Logically, it’s only a woman that’s on one scale.
Or is it because the fisherman gave the police that watch?
Did he really stay in the dark watching us?
“Michu, we also missed a lead. I said,
“What? I’m sorry.
“An angel’s room.” I’m sorry.
And as the keyboard went off, the sound came out of the computer.
An extremely repressed tune darkens the joy of a sin, like a near-empty calm when anger is unleashed.
Fear and piety, piety and bitterness reach the depths of the heart, like a tornado that will leave a barren waste and silence.
So familiar.
Why is this melody as alive as my blood?
The contours of a man were accompanied by this music, which grew in his mind and became independent from his memory, and he was strong, and he was quiet, and his face, which he did not laugh, was almost cruel.
In his memory, he had a knife in his hand and stood there in cold blood without killing me. Why not? Why not?
“I found background information on this song. The voice of Mithu brought me back to reality.
“This song is about a child who saw her mother die in front of himself. I’m sorry.
Mitho stopped and swallowed spit.
“He killed his mother himself. I’m sorry.
Even though there have been many speculations before, the truth is cruel enough to imagine when it is true that it is so close to us.
Although no direct evidence can be found, it is generally concluded that the single peak, after having killed his mother with his own hands, fled the place to come here and then began to kill similar women intermittently in later life.
“Set a carpet search and capture the single-peaker! I’m sorry.
9
I watched Mitro lose weight every day with some heartache. But there has been no progress in the capture of single-peaker, as if he had evaporated.
We even suspect that the world is living in a different capacity, with a single peak.
The police can only draw pictures of his vague memory, and then check it out.
At the same time, my mood has recently become extremely unstable, and as long as I have not been arrested for a single day, I feel that my life is in the middle of nowhere.
I still feel like he’s close to me, even though others can’t find him.
From what I saw on the day of my accident, single-peaker should have been injured, but compared to the medical records of the various hospitals during that time, there were hundreds of male patients between 40 and 50, none of them matched his looks.
Or did he never go to the hospital?
I leaned on the walls of the police corridor and wanted to wait for Mitho to come back.
“I’m not saying it’s a hard job to recruit, you know, who would want to do something like that, but I wouldn’t do it anyway. I’m sorry.
“What can I do? Who lets the former man resign? The position is too much for everyone, and if something goes wrong, the superior will swear. I’m sorry.
“Well, there’s no way, after all, it’s not easy. Who wants to spend the day with the dead? I’m sorry.
There’s something in my head that’s gonna come out of the water.
“Wait a minute. “I’m calling the two talking women.
“Anyone recently resigned? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, just a while back. I’m sorry.
“What post?”
“What, are you interested? The policewoman looked at the face of the joke.
“Don’t think about it, you can’t do it.” The other woman answered, “It’s a morgue guard. I’m sorry.
My body shudders uncontrollably, and my sudden fears envelop me.
The guard who once had a past appears again in my mind, and the shape of the man with the knife that I saw in my confused dreams has slowly re-emerged.
That time, in front of the morgue door, I didn’t feel bad seeing the door open.
But because I saw those hands, and they pushed me down the stairs, and they were short and covered with cocoon.
I went up and grabbed the woman as if I were the only one who could ask for help: “What’s his name? Say! What’s his name? I’m sorry.
That woman was scared of my actions, screaming, “What are you doing? You’re hurting me!”
Someone came up and tried to pull me off, and the scene got messy.
My world is spinning.
“Calm down. What happened? “It’s Mithu’s voice.
By the time it came back, the world was quiet, and there was only Mizu.
“It’s him, it must be him…” I’m shaking like a sieve.
“Who?”
“The warden of the morgue has resigned and the single peak must be him.”
“What? You wait, I’ll check!”
“Don’t go. I’m scared. He’ll kill me. Don’t go.”
I grabbed Mitho’s clothes.
At this moment, I truly felt his existence.
He stood in the dark, staring at the dead fish with their drums, and watched the world in cold blood, year after year, year after year, in the closest place to the police.
10
The guard’s name is Liu Chi, 45 years old, looks like he’s being honest. It’s a very common look, and it’s always a low-headed person, and few people really paid attention to him.
However, it is true that there is little to say about working attitude, which means that there is little absence from work.
The guards are on two shifts a day, but with the exception of him, they are mostly casual workers, and no one has long been in this position.
But he did resign, and the time was almost identical to the time of the incident. It’s just that no one associated a man like that with a serial killer.
He’s introverted. He’s in the world. As long as his identity is established, someone must have seen him.
It is understood that he has no friends or family in this city, except to work and return to the villa.
Apart from that, the village he knew most about was the village where the crime had been committed, but the police had sent men to the village for days and nothing.
“Does it work so hard to find out now that the clues are broken again? Do I really have to watch this lunatic get away with it? I’m sorry.
Mithu hammered the desktop and accidentally pressed the key to the computer, and suddenly strange music came out.
You lie still in front of me.
Your tears mean nothing to me.
The wind roared at the windows.
You never gave me love.
I gave it to you.
I really don’t deserve it.
But you can’t do anything now.
“Turn it off. Don’t let me hear this song again! “I’m restless in my ears.
And Micho stayed there.
“Hey, did you hear me? Turn it off!”
Mithu still hasn’t moved, and I heard his low voice after a while with this wonderful song.
“I know how to find him. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
Micho gave false news in the city that Guteng Street would soon be demolished.
118 Guteng Street, used to live in a single bead.
That’s where Angel’s room really is, according to Mitru. Micho firmly believes that if the news is heard, it will come back.
This time, Mitho was right.
Along with the dark, dark lights of the full moon, a seemingly weak person appeared in front of the old house and was exposed to sniper sights.
He went to the old house a little bit, but didn’t go in.
Don’t move! “Michu pointed a gun at him from behind.”
The shadow didn’t turn around.
“I know you must be there. I’m sorry.
His voice was calm, as if it had not been planned by the police, but that he had planned it.
I sat around the sniper and didn’t dare to make a sound.
“Are you single? I’m sorry.
“Do you know how single Zhuihu died? He didn’t pick up Micho.
“That night, she tried to strangle me with that fucking watch. I’m sorry.
“It’s because she didn’t have a cell that day. I broke it off. I’m sorry.
“There it was! There it is! She’s been trying to strangle me. I’ll give her a taste of that. His hands were ragged in the dark.
The sniper’s finger touched the trigger.
“I put her on the ground and tied her head and feet with rope. Don’t be ridiculous. I told her, “Mom, don’t scream. If you make a sound, I’ll break your anklet with a knife.” She didn’t scream. Sixteen years, for the first time she listened to me. I’m sorry.
“I watched her beg me, and I kept begging me, and I’d never been so happy. I’m sorry.
“You know, when she died, she was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. And lay there in peace without a sound or a curse. I’m sorry.
“That’s probably my favorite time for her. I’m sorry.
In the end, he smiled: “Love and joy at that moment were truly missed. I’m sorry.
He looked around, and suddenly he said, “Do you think killing me will be enough?” I’m sorry.
He seemed to feel my presence and turned towards the bush.
His eyes were as if they could pierce the darkness and sweep me right through it.
Fear came upon me, and I was no longer able to control myself, and suddenly caught the sniper holding his hand and pulled the trigger.
He fell slowly.
In the terror of Mithu, I felt the quiet.
Finally over.
12
Lasting serial killings in single years have finally been solved.
Mithu asked me out today and said he had something important to tell me.
I haven’t seen him for a long time since I killed the Monopoly myself that day. Maybe because of his irresponsibility at the last moment in my life, or because the completion of the case really kept him busy.
He asked me to meet at the old villa.
I arrived here before him, with bright sun and ignominy trees, and still a low, decaying breath in the room.
I took a closer look at this place, and the furniture had a thick layer of dust, and there was almost no sign of anyone living in it, a classical old dress, out of desolation and death.
The closed curtains keep it completely separate from the outside world, as if it were a sacred place of devils, separate from Longlongang. Ironic and obstinate, like a curse from the heathens.
“So early. The voice of Mithu is ringing behind the back.
I turned my head and laughed at him and didn’t talk.
“How’s it going? I’m sorry.
I nodded my head, or I looked at him smiling: “What are you going to tell me today? I’m sorry.
“It’s not me, it’s you, it’s you.” I’m sorry.
I stopped laughing, but leaned on a wooden cupboard, measuring his body with an inch of my eye. Then I asked him, “What do I say?”
The air is in a panic.
“You remember who you are. I’m sorry.
And We met the sight of him, without a sound.
“If you don’t want to, I’ll say it for you. Remember what the fisherman said to you the first time he said you looked like a man in their village. I’m sorry.
“The fisherman cannot remember who the woman is because she has been missing for 20 years. I’m sorry.
“Then you can guess, after the shaver left the village, there were some women who wanted to go to the city and dye their hair, and this woman was one of them, and she was being watched on the way back to the village. It’s just, I didn’t think this woman was pregnant. I’m sorry.
“We’ve identified the woman. The child in her belly is you. I’m sorry.
“So I assume that you were born early when she was killed by a single dome, and you were killed by a single dome, that is, you’ve lived with a single dome for 20 years. Am I right?”
The analysis is accurate.
I even wanted to applaud him.
But after all, it wasn’t the right time, and I just stood up and I took up his words: “I’ve never been told about Zo Feng, but you’re right, I’ve been living with him for years.” I’m sorry.
And I bowed my head and put my voice on it: “What can I do? I was imprisoned by him, and you saw him in this house. I cannot escape, and he alone has the key.” I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to say it, but I don’t want you to see it that way. I’m sorry.
“Have you ever thought of how painful it was to live with a man like this? Have you ever thought about how humiliating this is for me? I’m sorry.
I looked up to Mithu, and he looked at me calmly, and I didn’t see any distractions.
“When did you start to wonder who I am?” I’m sorry.
“Because, although your hair is a little bit of a natural curl, and you carry the dark yellow of malnutrition, your age clearly does not fit within the single-peak catch. What the fisherman said that day deepened my doubts. I’m sorry.
“No wonder you’re so busy, so you’re busy looking for me instead of being busy looking for Fong. I’m sorry.
I showed a bitter smile.
“So you’re gonna take me away now? I’m sorry.
“No, you’re a victim too. I just want you to be honest with the police. I’m here today in my personal capacity, but I’ll send someone from the Bureau, and we need you to tell me what happened. I hope you cooperate. I’m sorry.
“So I won’t see you again? I’m sorry.
Mithu stopped at the door.
“If you think about what’s going on in the case, you can ask me. I’m sorry.
“Except for the case?”
He didn’t speak, went straight out of the house and started the car in the clear sun.
Leave me alone in the dark.
13
“I have something important for you. Let’s meet. I’m sorry.
I called Mitch.
The phone was snarling for seconds.
“Okay, where shall I meet you?”
Old place, villa, 7:00 p.m. I’m sorry.
“I hope you won’t tell anyone about this meeting. You don’t want anyone to suspect you had anything to do with the kids you raised by the murderer. I’m sorry.
It’s a cold silence again.
“I know. See you tonight. I’m sorry.
Mitho hung up after he said so.
I pulled out the bone-screeching knife in the exit pocket, which was so sharp that it was found with Mithu.
It was careless to keep it here, forgetting to hand it over to the police.
At 7:00 p.m., I heard the punctual footsteps at the door.
I was standing by the door, and I saw that familiar figure coming up, and I slowly pushed the door.
Kicking and kicking is so reassuring.
I lifted up my wooden sculpture and hit him in the head.
When Micho woke up again, he was tied to a chair in the middle of the basement.
He looked at me with fear and his muscles were shaking.
I bowed deeply to him.
“Welcome to Angel’s room. I’m sorry.
“You, you…”
Mitho can’t talk.
“Remember, you told me that you found a knife in a one-fault toolbox. I’m sorry.
“Here I am. “I swayed at him with a knife and laughed.
“I found it in this basement, but I forgot to give it to you. I’m a little upset to say.
“Then… you untie me and give me the knife. I know you’re innocent…”
“No, you can’t. The other day I tried to kill single-peaker with this knife, and when I twisted it together, I was accidentally pushed down the stairs by the old man. I’m sorry.
“It’s strange that he was already sick, and he was so strong… He was asleep. Who would have thought he’d wake up?”
“I know you’re just trying to kill him and get out of here, right, and I know you’re the victim… and you’ll untie me first.”
Mithu’s voice was apparently soft because of fear.
“This old man, who killed so many people, died, wanted to stop and died before he thought of Jed? I’m sorry.
“I’m trying to take over his career, and he says he’s going to turn himself in, and he says he’s going to report me. I’m sorry.
“Ridiculous! Why did you stop me? I’m sorry.
My voice is very sharp in the empty basement.
The extreme shock caused Mitho to open his mouth and no sound.
“You know, Mithu, I’ve been watching him kill all these years, and I’m scared when I first see those women screaming in pain and despair. When you hear it, you’re excited. It’s the kind of excitement that makes your heart beat, you know?
“I want them to scream, to beg for forgiveness, never to stop…”
“You know what? When I first laid my hand on a woman, my knife gently slashed her dark yellow skin, and the red suddenly came out and took a little hit and her wrist was broken…
“She kept screaming and begging me that look was so sweet. Unfortunately, the time was too short for her to lie there. I’m sorry.
He said he liked to lie on the ground in peace after a struggle.
I’m different. I like the way they struggle.
“I’ve actually killed all the women… do you remember the knife on the fisherman? “I touch the blade of this knife, “it’s 3.8 centimetres in diameter. I’m sorry.
“So you were already…”
“Yeah, I’ve recovered my memory. Killed him because he found me and told me he remembered who I was in their village. I don’t want you to know who I am. I want to be around you longer. I’m sorry.
“That simple reason? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, killing people. Where do you need a reason? I shrugged.
“But look at you. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. “I bend my head to his neck.
Mitho struggled so hard.
“When I stabbed that fisherman, I suddenly found that the sound of a man moaning was good, and that a man’s life was strong enough to live longer… Unlike some women, it didn’t move for minutes. I’m sorry.
“Michu, you know, a long time ago I found the smell of blood on you particularly fascinating. I’m sorry.
I reached out to Mithu, and the knife in my hand pulled out a long, deep knife on his back.
His screams were full of space.
He’s got the smell of blood and humanity on him, and I’m fascinated.
I opened the old sound in the basement and the music came out.
You lie still in front of me.
Your tears mean nothing to me.
The wind roared at the windows.
You never gave me love.
I gave it to you.
I really don’t deserve it.
But you can’t do anything now.
The single-peak case is officially closed and no one will remember me.
In a while, no one will ever remember Mizu.
No one can find him.
Or I’ll never let anyone find him.
He belongs only to me.
(concluded full text)
Author: 2O
Case number: YXX1 Makve1YCoMXk19U69y0
Scary Red Pack.
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