Butterfly Wishes Series

His name is Zheng Mei, or Zhenmei, or Yan Wangxiao, which are not nice names, and they are even worse in the mouths of criminals. They learn the spirit of Hong Kong movies and use non-standard Cantonese to call him stinky, or, Dead cop!Though he neither stinks nor is he dead.

In fact, he had a good life before he was ten years old. At that time, his parents were not divorced, and the grandmother who loved him the most was still alive. At that time, he didn’t have so many nicknames. Everyone called him Xiaomei. Or call "baby" with infinite pampering!At that time, he was as mischievous and lively as countless ordinary children.He is very smart, so his temper is also very naughty. He has never done things like teasing adults and playing truant secretly. He not only does it by himself, but also takes the lead in the class!There are always a group of friends behind him, but every time he is pulled back by the teacher, as long as he puts on a silly smile, the teacher will believe his innocence and reprimand other children instead.His grades are too good, and his appearance is comfortable and delicate. Such a little naughtiness will only make people feel more cute.

His parents love him too. They both work in good units, stable, free, and earn a good income. At that time, he had new clothes to wear on his birthday every year, received gifts, and received red envelopes.His parents have always said: "When Xiaomei turns ten, we must hold a big birthday party, because ten years old is very important!"

At that time, Zheng Mei felt that ten years old would be a very good year. When his birthday comes this year, there will be more happiness around him, and a new and hopeful future is waiting for him. wave.So he counted with his fingers, drew the calendar and waited, looking forward to the arrival of ten years old. Looking back on that anticipation now, he would laugh helplessly in his heart.

Happy ten years old!

he thought.

When he was ten years old, his parents didn't hold a birthday party for him. They quarreled and smashed things at home, the family photo of the three of them, the ring on the dressing table, and many other evidence of happiness.They quarreled, their faces were distorted, they accused each other, they could utter all kinds of obscenities, and the affection they had between each other was easily torn apart by those words. He looked at his parents stupidly. In front of him, he was fighting with fierce tongues, back and forth, looking at the smashed photo frame in front of him, looking at the three distorted faces that seemed to have been cut under the twisted glass with countless cracks.

He even felt very strange, this family, and this man and this woman in front of him, are they really related to him?Why, the kind and loving face that used to be, can now be replaced by such an ugly curse and resentment?

He called them timidly, but no one heard his voice, and even, when he tried to stop the quarrel from getting worse, someone shot him and pushed him to the ground.He was defenseless, because he didn't know that the person he never guarded against and relied on wholeheartedly would hurt him badly one day.He just fell to the ground like that, sitting on a pile of broken glass, his hands subconsciously propped up on the ground when he fell, so there was blood on his hands.

Does it hurt?

It must be very painful.

He yelled softly: "Mom and Dad, I'm hurt."

The quarrel continued, and no one paid any attention to him.

He yelled again: "Mom and Dad, I'm bleeding."

The quarrel is still going on, and no one cares about him.Those doting, caring and meticulous care seem to have disappeared together with the broken glass fragments!

He felt out of breath, so he got up and ran out of the house without looking back. Little did he know that this run became a turning point in his life.He didn't know what happened to him, he only knew that when he woke up, he was lying in a white room from the ceiling to the wall, his grandmother was sitting by his bed, watching him with red eyes, Seeing that he was awake, he quickly called many people in white clothes.

"I'm in the hospital..." He thought vaguely, but his consciousness had not yet come back, and his consciousness was not clear.He was passively drawn blood, listened to heart sounds, and pressed his abdomen. He realized that he might be sick, or something happened, but he couldn't remember anything.Once he thought about it, his brain felt as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer, and there was a "buzz", and the pain was so painful that his eyes burst into stars.

He only remembers the quarrels between men and women, the broken family photos, and running out of the house. The memory only ends here, and there is no more.

He lost his memory... No one knows what happened to him. At that time, there was an extremely vigorous serial murder case in this city, which seemed to target children of his age, but he should not have met the murderer. , he was unharmed, but fell down in an alley for no reason, his clothes were lost, and he lost consciousness.

May have been hit.Maybe I fell, or something else...

There are many possibilities, but none of them matter anymore, because no one cares about his safety except his grandma.On the day he was discharged from the hospital, only his grandma came to pick him up, and she led him on a different way home. She said, "Xiao Mei, can you live with grandma from now on?"

He just froze for a moment, and then replied very obediently: "Okay!" He only secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes while pretending to sneeze.

Sad ten!

Since then, his life has completely broken with the previous ten years, from the living environment, family to himself.He didn't understand when he became so unlucky.He will be hit by people when he walks, he must always be careful of traffic accidents when he goes on the street, and he may find nails in the dishes even when he eats... It seems that all the bad luck is concentrated on him alone, he is always on the road. Injuries kept unlucky, so that from a certain day, his nickname was called "True Unlucky".

"Look, the real mold is coming!"

"Wow, run, run, we are going to be unlucky if we get caught by his bad luck! Hahahahahaha!"

Once there was a lot of response, and since then I have been alone.There are no large groups of friends behind him, and he is still smart, but the teacher does not dare to take a step closer to him in life, except to give him sympathetic eyes.He always comes and goes alone.He is still lively and outgoing, but now it seems to be just to tell himself, I haven't changed!Nothing has changed!

He refused to admit defeat, refused to bow his head, he refused to admit that after the age of ten, he went downhill prematurely, so he desperately wanted to maintain his life and his habits as before the age of ten .He worked so hard, but he could still feel the taste of being isolated and rejected. He even felt that those happy memories before the age of ten were actually not his own!Has he never actually had such a sweet and warm past?Even, could it be that his life actually started when he was ten years old, otherwise, how could he never be able to enjoy such a happy life again?

Whenever he couldn't bear it anymore and hid secretly and lost his temper, only his grandma would wait for him quietly in the house, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to finish his anger, waiting for him to eat, and waiting for him to sleep.This silent and strong old man silently guarded him and became his only support after the age of ten, and also the only object to be protected!

That year, he took the college entrance examination, and his goal was only and certain: the police academy!

He mentioned to his classmates countless times in the past: "I, in the future, I must be an excellent criminal police officer who specializes in major, important and transnational cases!"

The classmates all laughed at his overreaching, how could he be a criminal policeman with such a weak body and always bad luck?Don't be on duty on the first day, just die in the line of duty!

A child of seventeen or eighteen years old is still not very sensible, and he can say such vicious curses with laughter, but he accepts it without complaint. No one knows what he was thinking in his heart at the time.

"Because I don't know when I will be so unlucky that I will leave this world inexplicably, so I might as well use my limited life to do more for others, help others survive, and see how bad my luck is."

He set such a goal, successfully entered the police academy, and passed the hell-like study and training, but now, at a young age, he has become the captain of the Fourth Squadron of the Criminal Police Team of Tianhe District Public Security Bureau, S City. He was born to death, solved countless cases, and had countless misfortunes, but he is still alive today. He is unpredictable, ruthless, and spares no effort in fighting crime, because he is always foolish, smiling and harmless, and he is honored by his teammates. laugh".

This year, he was 30 years old, and the grandmother who loved him the most passed away the year before last.He is alone, without relatives, friends, wife and children to support him. He was born and died alone on the front line of fighting against evil.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and he was lazily passing by on the street, unaware that a front was waiting to be slowly liquidated against him!

Butterfly Lovers Series 3 "Serial Murders in City S" Author: Chen Ye [Published Edition]

【Introduction to volume [-]】

Tang Qing is a demon, a mantid with thousands of years of practice,

He ran his small bar in a law-abiding manner, neither stealing nor robbing nor causing trouble,

Unexpectedly, misfortune fell from the sky, a murder case was found in the back alley of the bar,

And the policeman Zheng Mei who came to investigate was actually the child who died in his hands many years ago?

With the continuous occurrence of dismemberment and murder,

Tang Qing vaguely realized that maybe the nightmare back then was not over yet.

The great enemy is now, and for the first time, the two heads of ghosts and ghosts have joined forces!

While fighting wits with Zheng Mei, while trying to track down the treacherous truth,

Just when Tang Qing found out that he had a crush on Zheng Mei,

"That person" in Zheng Mei's body appeared in front of Tang Qing...

【Introduction to the second volume】

Overnight, the two female corpses were reduced to bones,

Seeing that the case has finally come to a conclusion,

It was time to stand up for the enemy, but Zheng Mei was confused by Tang Qing,

——How are people?How about a demon?

They are the same kind, born with a lonely fate in their bones!

The real murderer of the serial murder case was arrested,

When the enemy from 20 years ago made a comeback again,

Will Tang Qing still choose to come forward! ?

As the key Zheng Mei, will he continue to be unlucky?

Still able to return successfully every time like in the past! ?

The wonderful and suspenseful investigation process, the bizarre and mysterious murder and dismemberment incident,

The third installment of "The Butterfly Lovers" series - you must not miss it!

Serial Murder Case in S City

City S? Twelve midnight? Bar Street

At midnight, the lights are feasting.

The vanity is like a piece of gold paper soaked in water, radiant and vulnerable.The bar street is bustling with people, and a sexy female singer flies out of the dimly lit window, singing softly: "Get drunk, get drunk, hug me to sleep, use your broad chest as my pillow..."

He stumbled out of the bar, his eyes were in a trance and his mouth was full of alcohol.

In summer, the wind is also hot, the air is floating everywhere, and the air conditioner is noisy, which is annoying.He held on to the outer wall of the building and walked forward step by step, his head was dazed and his steps were chaotic, as if he was flying through the clouds.

Go straight first, then turn right, and finally remember the way home.In front of his eyes appeared a dark and narrow alley, the alley was only a hundred meters long, and the width could only accommodate two people side by side. At this moment, there was no light in the alley, only an old-fashioned street lamp at the entrance, which seemed to be isolated from the world, emitting "Zi la zi la" "There was a sound of electric current, and a pool of haze appeared.

Suddenly, his stomach was overwhelmed, he bent down reflexively, propped one hand on the wall and vomited wildly, and vomited several times before he calmed down, the wind blowing, and his chaotic brain became more clear.

Looking at the watch on his wrist, it was already past half in the morning, and he had to go to work soon, so he staggered up and walked.The alley is silent, and the hustle and bustle of the bar in the distance seems to come from across the river, dull and vague, and it is difficult to distinguish.The smell in the alley is equally bad, not the vain human smell of wine in Bar Street, but the smell of fermented sewage, excrement and garbage.

As I walked, I suddenly heard a small sound of "chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi chi” like a mouse running on a plastic bag or a small rodent concentrating on gnawing on food.

Listen: "Qi-cha-cha, chicha-chacha-"

The voice is extremely soft, but regular, entangled in the ears, lingering inexplicably.He shook his head, hesitated for a moment, after all, alcohol makes people courageous, and followed the voice to find it.

The further you walked in, the louder the sound was. The sound came from the garbage dump in the bungalow area, subtle but continuous.He walked to the door of the brick yard, and was about to go in, but suddenly felt his heart beating violently, as if the heart that didn't obey the command was frightened by something, and he wished he could throw away his helmet and armor immediately and abandon him.

"Tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-"

The sound is getting louder and louder, as if it is roaring in the ear.He caressed his chest and cautiously walked into the garbage dump. There were many shadows in front of his eyes. It was a mountain of garbage.He looked left and right, and without paying attention, he kicked an easy-open can, and the tin can bounced around in the field, making a series of noises, and the small sound stopped in the middle of the noise.

"Who, who is there?"

The moon came out at this time, illuminating the lower realm.The high and low mountains of rubbish, the ground is dirty and messy, and the moonlight spreads out little by little, slowly and slowly, piece by piece, from the toes forward, and shines there.

For a few seconds, he couldn't make any reaction, he just opened his eyes wide and stared blankly, and then, a scream that turned into a muffled groan came from his chest because he exceeded the limit, he Like crazy, he rolled and crawled without distinguishing between east, west, north and south. He fell down several times along the way, but he didn't know the pain at all!

He saw dark red blood, and a round human head...