Cleanliness

Driving at the highest speed, the steering wheel fluttered in Yu Qinghan's hands, but she did not break her promise, and it really only took 10 minutes to drive from the suburbs to the Lanci Park in the urban area.

Xiao Tong's phone was never hung up. Yu Qinghan stopped the car and asked Xiao Tong's location. Xiao Tong couldn't explain it intermittently. Yu Qinghan walked deep into the park while looking for it. Fortunately, she was very familiar with this park, and soon Xiao Tong was found.

In the corner of the park that is rarely visited by people, the street lamps fell through layers of shade and became extremely dim. Yu Qinghan could see a shadowy shadow under the old banyan tree in the distance through two rows of fences and a gravel road, like a person squatting Where.Looking to the side, it seems that there is another person lying on the side, whether alive or dead.

"I saw you." Yu Qinghan said to the mobile phone, then hung up.

Yu Qinghan ran over quickly, crossed two rows of railings half a person's height, passed through bushes and gravel roads, and stopped in front of Xiao Tong, panting slightly, and withered grass and soil stained trouser legs.

Sitting beside the old banyan tree, Xiao Tong hugged her knees and shivered. Her hair was only an inch long, and it was short and messy on her head. Shivering in the moonlight.

Yu Qinghan took off her trench coat, wrapped it around Xiao Tong's body, and held her in her arms.Xiao Tong flinched, as if awakened from a start, grabbed and bit Yu Qinghan's arm.

"Xiao Tong, it's me." Yu Qinghan hugged her tightly, pressed against her ear, and whispered in a hypnotic whisper.

Xiao Tong stopped his movements, raised his head, saw Yu Qinghan's face clearly, and then stared blankly in the darkness.

"Yu Qinghan, I killed someone." The blood on Xiao Tong's face had dried up, she pointed at the bald man lying in a pool of blood not far away, and said blankly, "I killed him."

"Xiao Tong is not afraid, I am here."

There was no expression on Xiao Tong's face, but his voice was trembling so that he couldn't even form a sentence. Yu Qinghan heard the suppressed fear in Xiao Tong's voice. She held Xiao Tong's cheek and tightened her arms, trying to pull Xiao Tong into herself In my heart, "I'm here, it's okay, it's okay..."

Yu Qinghan's voice was calm and firm, Xiao Tong's ear was pressed against her chest, listening to her heart beating powerfully, it seemed that he was slowly calming down, she was lying in Yu Qinghan's arms, her eyes couldn't fall into place, "I Killed him, pierced him with a knife, and all the blood came out."

"Xiao Tong, you are right." Yu Qinghan hugged her and kissed her head over and over again, "You are right, he deserves to die."

"What should I do?" Xiao Tong looked up blankly, holding up his blood-stained hand, "Yu Qinghan, what should I do?"

Yu Qinghan remained silent.She hugged Xiao Tong, but her eyes kept looking at the man who fell on the ground.

The man was lying in a pool of blood, the coagulated blood showed a black color in the dark, he looked seriously injured, Yu Qinghan couldn't be sure if he was dead or not.

Yu Qinghan comforted Xiao Tong and then walked to the man.

The man's eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. Yu Qinghan squatted down, stretched out two fingers and probed between the man's nose, and her breathing had stopped. She looked around, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes darkened down.

There is a camera on the opposite side of the path, facing the direction of the man's death. At this moment, the camera is blinking red light at Yu Qinghan, indicating that it is fully functional and working normally.

Yu Qinghan only panicked for two seconds before calming down immediately. She took out her mobile phone to call Yu Qingming, the number had already been dialed, and Yu Qinghan hung up after two beeps. Another call was made.

At this time, Mo Xiyuan was still looking for Xiao Tong all over the world. The search team finally found some clues in the mountain behind the hospital, and now they are expanding the search area. When Mo Xiyuan's cell phone rang, she was listening to a report from the leader of one of the search teams. .

Mo Xiyuan signaled the team leader to wait a moment, went to a secluded place and took out the phone to see, it turned out to be Yu Qinghan.

She and Yu Qinghan hadn't been in touch for several months. At this time, Yu Qinghan called, probably because of Xiao Tong. Mo Xiyuan didn't dare to delay, so she connected immediately. Before she could speak, Yu Qinghan over there said : "I found Xiao Tong."

A stone fell from Mo Xiyuan's heart, and he hurriedly asked, "Where is she?"

"Lanci Park." Yu Qinghan said, "An accident happened to her, and she died."

Upon hearing the news of the dead man, Mo Xiyuan's heart sank again, "What's going on?"

"It's not clear on the phone, you bring a few reliable people over."

"Okay, let's talk right away."

After finishing the call, Mo Xiyuan immediately organized people to prepare a solution, while Yu Qinghan on the other side stood beside the corpse for a long time after receiving the call.

Yu Qinghan knew this man, even if he turned into ashes, she would still know him.

Yu Qinghan was also there during the trial, and the man expressed his sincere repentance, but when he was escorted back, he pointed his middle finger in Yu Qinghan's direction.

This person was one of the three people who hurt Xiao Tong at the beginning, and the other two had already died of illness in prison. This person was sentenced to 15 years, and his sentence was commuted because of his good performance in prison.

How much does it cost to ruin a person's life?

The answer is 15 years, or even less as long as you "behave well."

The perpetrator can be forgiven and continue to commit violence after being released from prison, but the victim has to live with guilt for a lifetime, how ridiculous.

Yu Qinghan glanced at the knife next to her, it was covered with blood, even the handle was stained with blood, if it wasn't for the obstruction of surveillance, she even wanted to make a few more stabs on the man's chest, no, a few stabs would not be enough Well, a thousand cuts would not be enough, so easy to die, it was too cheap for him.

The wind was blowing, Xiao Tong was wrapped in Yu Qinghan's windbreaker, but she still couldn't help shaking, she leaned on the tree trunk, and called Yu Qinghan's name in a low voice, she was extremely erratic in the wind, and was almost blown away by the wind.

Yu Qinghan walked up to Xiao Tong and sat beside her, the ground was too damp, so Yu Qinghan picked up Xiao Tong and let her sit on his lap, "Is it cold?"

Xiao Tong nodded.

Yu Qinghan wrapped Xiao Tong tightly with both arms, "Is it better?"

"Is he dead?" Xiao Tong asked.

"died."

Xiao Tong didn't speak any more, followed by a long silence.

It was almost the end of autumn, and there were few insects in the park. Except for the wind blowing through the leaves, there was a rustling sound, and there was no sound at all, and it was eerily quiet.

After a long time, Xiao Tong asked: "Yu Qinghan, will I die?"

Yu Qinghan leaned her chin on Xiao Tong's shoulder, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I killed someone, how could I not die."

"That's what he deserved."

"I'm not afraid of death. It's meaningless to live anyway." Xiao Tong said, "But I'm not willing to die because of this demon."

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine. With me, I won't let you be in trouble." Yu Qinghan buried her head in Xiao Tong's shoulder.

"I'm not afraid." Xiao Tong's body was trembling, but his face was smiling, "I killed that person with my own hands, I just feel happy."

"I'm so happy, really." The smile on Xiao Tong's face widened, "It's been 12 years, this is the first time I'm so happy."

Yu Qinghan lowered her head, silently hugging Xiao Tong tighter.

"Don't believe it." Xiao Tong seemed to be talking to Yu Qinghan, and seemed to be talking to himself, "Look, even those devils who have been watching me have disappeared." Xiao Tong pointed forward In the dark shadow, "One died here." She pointed to the shadow on the other side, "Another one died here."

Xiao Tong gathered his hands together, spread them out in the air, and made an explosive gesture, "Boom!"

Xiao Tong came out of Yu Qinghan's arms, looked into Yu Qinghan's eyes, happily, "Those things, they exploded one after another, and exploded into blood mist after another, did you see that?"

Yu Qinghan nodded, her voice hoarse, "I see."

Xiao Tong looked at Yu Qinghan very seriously, then turned his head disappointed, "You didn't see it."

"I knew it a long time ago. You can't see those things, so you can't understand my mood." Xiao Tong showed a rather regretful expression on his face.

Yu Qinghan choked up and said, "Sorry."

Xiao Tong shook his head, "I just feel that it's a pity that you can't see such a beautiful scene."

But Yu Qinghan didn't apologize for this.

She is apologizing to herself.

Sorry, you were in danger and I couldn't save you.Sorry, you are surrounded by demons, but I am one of them.Sorry for hurting you all these years.Sorry, I still hope that you can fall in love with me again.

If an apology is useful, what is Xiao Tong's pain in the past 12 years?

Some things are done if they are done, and if they are wrong, they are wrong. If the glass is broken, it can be made up for, but if the heart is broken, there is no way to make up for it.

Habits are really scary, Xiao Tong has relied on Yu Qinghan for so many years, even if he has given up his mind, when things come to an end, he still thinks of her subconsciously.

Fortunately, all habits can be changed, and fortunately, there is still time.

Everyone in the world is unreliable, even the biological parents are unreliable, let alone an outsider.

Life is alive, one person comes and goes, the only one who can be relied on is oneself, that person ruined Xiao Tong's life back then, and now Xiao Tong has killed him.

There is nothing more fair than to avenge one's own revenge and pay one's own debt.

In the future, Xiao Tong can also walk by himself, and no one is needed anymore.

I don't know how long it took before Mo Xiyuan finally arrived, followed by several plainclothes police officers who carefully and low-key surrounded the scene so as not to cause further damage, and brought Yu Qinghan and Xiao Tong back to the police station Take notes.

"Are you crazy? What did you call the police for?" Yu Qinghan took Xiao Tong to sit in the Jingxing car. There were only three of them in the car. As soon as they got in the car, Yu Qinghan questioned Mo Xiyuan.

"This is a murder case. The Mo family can't handle it, and the Yu family can't handle it either. Handing it over to the police is the best choice."

"Then what about Xiao Tong? Are you really going to send her to jail?"

"I have already consulted with a lawyer. Xiao Tong's matter is probably a legitimate defense. Besides, she has a medical certificate from the hospital. Even if she is too defensive, there is a high probability that nothing will happen. Besides, the fewer people who know about Xiao Tong, the more Well, Jiang Yu’s place has been too peaceful these days. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes are staring in the dark. The Mo family and the Yu family have handled such a big case privately at this juncture, and it was poked out by those tabloid flies. I don't know what kind of uproar it will cause, it will be even more detrimental to Xiao Tong."

Yu Qinghan thought about it, and felt that what Mo Xiyuan said made sense, but she held her breath in her chest and didn't let it out. She was so stuffy that she didn't want to talk to Mo Xiyuan.

Mo Xiyuan said: "Yu Qinghan, thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"The moment I couldn't find Xiao Tong, I almost went crazy." Mo Xiyuan said, "I've already lost her once, and I can't lose her a second time. No matter what, I can't let her have another accident. "

Yu Qinghan turned her head to look out the window, the street lights flashed across her face quickly, her expression flickered on and off, and she couldn't see clearly what she was thinking.

"I'm looking for you only for Xiao Tong."

They chatted a lot, but Xiao Tong, as the person involved, kept his head down all the way and didn't say a word.

Not much to say either.

The author has something to say: Since writing this article, I have been harvesting all the greatest malice in my life.

What am I writing for?

I love all kinds of gore, abuse of body and mind, and scumbags, but there are not many authors who write them.Especially now, there are fewer and fewer such articles. I read the old articles over and over again, and one I like very much and even read it more than 20 times.But when I got tired of reading old articles, when I was about to run out of food, I made a decision to write by myself.

Gentlemen, I love dog-blooded literature, I love scumbag stalks, love but not stalks, white moonlight stalks, stand-in stalks, robbery stalks, ghost animal stalks, and many other dog-blood stalks.

I have said more than once that I love dog blood.

why?

Of course Gouxue Wen looks cool, some of you readers who love other memes, have I asked you why?

I write articles, so who is my audience?

I already have an answer to this question—those who love Goblins as much as I do.Maybe very few, but I don't believe there is none, if there really isn't, then I'll just write to satisfy myself.

But ever since I started writing dog blood articles, I realized why there are no such articles to read now, or, I finally know why my favorite colleges have either transformed one after another, or stopped writing.

Those insults, ridicule, contempt and disdain can really destroy a person's enthusiasm.

I think that's exactly what the taunters want.

Because they don't like it, they hope that this type of article will be extinct in the world, and it is called "demining".The harder they hit, the more writers of this type will shrink back, and fewer and fewer such articles will play into their hands.

Especially when an author is still a little transparent, it is easy to force her to stop writing. It only takes a few words to destroy her confidence.

Originally, the author was not obliged to mark "demining" in the so-called copywriting. Why do most authors choose to do so now?Of course, it is because some people call themselves "little guards of Internet literature" and want to safeguard the "morality" of the Internet literature world. For any stalks that do not suit their wishes, they must swear and dismiss all other authors who want to write similar stalks That's good, this is called killing chickens to scare monkeys.

It just so happens that I am that "chicken" today.

The so-called right text and wrong people are bullshit, those little guards, ask yourself, are you really right text and wrong people?

I stopped updating for a long time this year. Some readers asked why, and I also answered the reason. Now here, I will answer again in a very informal way.

Because my mind is broken.

I thought I was self-indulgent, but I didn't expect that so many people would come to the land I had circled to scold me.

I finally understand the reason why my beloved ones don’t write goofy essays anymore. It’s really hard to go down this road.

Fortunately, I finally found my persistence again.

I like goofy essays, scumbags, misunderstandings, substitutes, white moonlight...all of them are what I like and want to read. If no one writes them, then I will write them myself.

All the stalks in the world, as long as they are within the scope of national laws, then the author can write, regardless of the reader's will, hope everyone knows.

This stalk also smacks that stalk, you are so free, why don't you become a Pacific policeman?Um?

I will continue to write dog blood, and I will boldly continue to write whatever memes I want to write. Don’t think that any malice in the world can knock me down.

When I stopped writing dog blood, it was definitely not because I was scared off by ridicule and malice, but because my taste changed, I didn't like dog blood and switched to other genres. (Thinking about it this way, maybe my family stopped writing dog blood because of the transformation, so let’s not talk about the digression... TT)

Thank you for reading my long nonsense. The central idea is: I like to write dog blood. After reading the copywriting and demining you, I still click in. I acquiesce that you are my colleague. If you are just a malicious mocker, then I am also very happy that my text can piss you off.

I am me, a irascible old man who writes goofy texts. If you scold me, I will scold you.

——From the author who insists on the surface that he doesn’t care but is actually very caring