heart poison

Xu Kan sent the autopsy and DNA comparison results to Hua Chong.The deceased was Xiao Chaogang who disappeared for no reason six months ago. The murderer stabbed him at least 34 times with a sharp weapon.

When he saw the photo of the scene where the bones were found, Li Liwen calmed down instead, no longer crying or trembling, just staring at the photo motionlessly, then curled the corners of his lips and smiled silently.

The smile almost froze on his face, like a mask to hide the pain.

Cao Han and two other police officers from the Criminal Investigation Squadron of the Luo'an District Bureau recorded a statement for Li Liwen.

Hua Chong and Liu Zhiqin looked outside the one-way glass for a while, then turned and left.

Like most young people who came to Los Angeles from small towns, Li Liwen once had dreams and longings in his heart. He wanted to work hard and make money earnestly. When he saved enough money, he would buy a house of his own. Second-hand old houses can Accept it, it doesn't need to be spacious or comfortable, just enough to settle on your own.Then work harder, and when the economic conditions are better, find a girl to fall in love with, get married, and have a lovely child before the age of 30. Both boys and girls are fine. Boys are easier to raise, not like raising girls. He needs to worry about it all the time, but if he wants to ask his heart, he hopes to give birth to a beautiful and soft girl and raise him like a little princess.

The beautiful daydream didn't last long, and soon Li Liwen found out that he, who grew up in a small town, had no education and no background, could not find a job that he wanted in Los Angeles.He wears a clean and ironed shirt, and applies for a job with a resume that he paid someone to do for him, but he always gets a bad nose. The HRs take a look at his resume and throw it aside, smiling and asking him to leave. Did not tell why he refused to hire him.

Later, he overheard an HR saying, "That Li just now needs a diploma but no diploma, and no experience. Besides, our place is not a duck shop, so what's the use of just having looks? How could a person like him have the nerve to run into an office building? To be a foot-washing maid, people might think his hands are too rough."

Another HR laughed, "I see, he is quite good as a foot-washing maid. He looked at me so eagerly just now, as if he really wanted me to give him a job. Hey, how is it possible? As a college student, I have to see which university he graduated from. Seriously, I want to give him a suggestion—go to a restaurant to serve dishes during the day, and go to the footwashing city to give people massages at night, and work two jobs a day. Don't use your brain, it might be higher than what you get paid working here."

Li Liwen stopped and listened for a while, then left quietly, returned to the cramped rented hut, looked at himself in front of the mirror, stood there for a long time, and cut off the idea of ​​becoming a white-collar worker.

He threw away the cheap suit he bought for the job application, tore up a stack of unsubmitted resumes, and soon found his first job in a barbecue restaurant, and began to face all kinds of customers in his life.

People seem to always tend to remember criticisms, encounters.But in the service industry, if the customer is satisfied, they may not say anything and leave silently after paying. If the customer is dissatisfied, some just mutter a few words and let it go, and some take the opportunity to make trouble. Calling the waiter over is just making things difficult.

Li Liwen was slapped in the face with baking tongs, poured over his head with a drink, pointed at his nose and scolded "fuck off".

But this is only the tip of the iceberg.

When he went to work in bars and foot-washing cities for his livelihood, he gradually realized that he was really inferior.

Rich people can do whatever they want, but he can only keep a low voice, and do his best to keep himself humble in order not to be fired.

Even so, they will still be complained and humiliated by customers.At the last nightclub, he was forced to kneel to the guests, slip between the legs of the guests, bow to the guests like a dog, and then take the money rewarded by the guests with his mouth amid the laughter of the guests.

He was beaten, ten loud slaps.

He was also force-fed so that he was sent to the hospital for gastric lavage and suffered from stomach pain.

He couldn't remember what mistake he had made to be treated like this, but he only remembered the chilling feeling when he knelt down.

He occasionally posts on the Internet, pouring out his dissatisfaction with work.But the netizens who browsed the post all said, then you resign and don’t do it, will you die if you don’t have this job? Can’t you find a satisfactory job?I hate people like you who moan without illness and complain about everything!You can be more sunny, there are so many good things in society, don’t you want to discover them yourself?

Someone even told him to cheer up and just eat a self-service Japanese meal.

He closed the post and smiled wryly.

A self-service daily meal?

Hehe, that was already half a month's food expenses for him.

How do those netizens who don't worry about life understand his difficulties?

In this world, apart from himself, who else understands his difficulties?

He stopped talking on the Internet, and turned to scolding people behind his back with extremely ugly words.He hates pretentious men, hypocritical and ignorant women, old people who rely on their elders, and unreasonable children.

Slowly, he was left with nothing but disgust for everything around him.

He knew he was cowardly, and he didn't even look like a tough guy, so he began to learn how tough guys collect and control knives.The money he saved, except for basic living expenses, was basically spent on purchasing controlled knives.

But even though he goes out with a sharp knife every day, he is still so weak. After being bullied by guests, he can only nod and bow and apologize.

The longer he lives in the night world full of lights and feasts, the more desperate he becomes.When he first arrived in Los Angeles, those good wishes were all shattered. He couldn't afford a house, couldn't find a wife, and couldn't afford to raise children.

He despises those who want to have children without much money, and despises men who have no money and want to beg their wives.

It is simply a disaster for the next generation.

After being scolded bloody by unreasonable guests again, he returned home, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that life was meaningless. He picked up a knife he just bought, and wanted to end his life in a daze.

If you live so hard and can't see the future, you might as well die.

But what happened after that, he had no memory at all, he seemed to have passed out suddenly, and he was already lying on the bed when he woke up.

There is a gap in the memory, as if it was pulled out of the mind out of thin air.

He looked at the time, it was already 11 am, and it was 5 am when he got home from get off work at night.

Was it just a dream to want to commit suicide?

He looked at the place where the control knives were placed. All the knives were neatly placed, as if they had not been touched.

Maybe it was a dream.he thinks.

But later, the same dream would repeat itself every once in a while.

In the dream, he was holding a knife, wanting to make a clean break with this meaningless life.But the scene behind him was blank, he didn't put down the knife, nor did he swing at his vitals.

He gradually realized that things might not be as simple as he imagined.Maybe that wasn't a dream, but that I lost consciousness.

When he is bored, he occasionally reads idle books, and has seen a murder case involving "split personality".

He couldn't help thinking, did I lose consciousness because another "I" came out?

He looked up some information about "split personality", and he was a little scared and pleasantly surprised.He wasn't sure if his guess was right, and he couldn't perceive the existence of another "self" at all, and didn't know what kind of person "he" was.

The only thing he knows is that he sometimes loses a memory.

At the guest house that day, he did cut Xiao Chaogang once.Xiao Chaogang probably didn't expect him to resist desperately at all, and he was carrying a control knife, so he lost all momentum for a while, and fled after only swearing a few swear words.

His brain was in a mess, and he was in unbearable pain. He wished he could rush out and kill Xiao Chaogang immediately, but he didn't have the courage to do so.He hated himself for being cowardly, and hated himself even more for being humble. He raised the knife in a daze, but in the next second, he didn't know anything.

When he woke up, he stood naked under the shower in the bathroom, and the blood on the knife and the ground had been cleaned.

But there seemed to be a lingering smell of blood in the bathroom, not from the floor, but from him.

But in fact, there was no blood on his body.

He felt extremely tired, as if he had run a long, long distance, and he seemed to have done a lot of exhausting things.

After coming out of the bathroom, he realized that more than two hours had passed.

Did "he" appear?

What did "he" do?

After a period of time, Xiao Chaogang didn't show up again, and he thought about a possibility—was it because another self threatened Xiao Chaogang that night, so Xiao Chao didn't come to the bar just now?

He didn't know that Xiao Chaogang was missing until the police went to Yeshi Street to investigate.

He began to tremble with fear, fearing that Xiao Chaogang's disappearance had something to do with "himself", but felt that it was unlikely.He wanted to go to the hospital to confirm his conjecture, but was afraid to face reality.

That "he" might just be an illusion.

In the end, he did nothing.

Life seemed to be the same as usual. In half a year, the phenomenon of amnesia did not reappear, and Xiao Chaogang completely disappeared like a human evaporated.

Under self-hypnosis, he felt that he was a normal person, and there was no other "self" at all. As for Xiao Chaogang, he might have died somewhere.

For a person like Xiao Chaogang, it is better to die——he thought so.

But half a year of tranquility was broken by the murder case in the trail, and he was brought to the city bureau as a suspect. From the mouth of the police, he heard Xiao Chaogang's name again.

It's a nightmare name.

The police seemed to be investigating Xiao Chaogang's disappearance, and he couldn't leave the city bureau, and was often taken to the interrogation room for questioning.

The fear that had subsided finally surged like a surging tide, and his fragile spirit was on the verge of collapse...

The thought of dying once again rushed to my heart, living is really tiring, and I would rather die and reincarnate earlier to live this fucking life.

He walked to the wall and banged his forehead hard.

It seems that he didn't notice the pain, because "he" woke up.

"Li Liwen" hardly possesses human thinking ability, acts according to instinct, is as angry as a hurt beast, wants to protect Li Liwen, but uses completely wrong methods.

Looking at the "self" who was madly attacking the police in the surveillance video, the "self" who screamed "let him go", and the "self" who admitted to killing Xiao Chaogang, Li Liwen stretched out his hand in a stable mood, and tapped his fingertips on the screen. After a while, there was a bit of relief in his eyes.

"So you are really here." He said softly, "I finally saw you."

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"Although the age inferred from the footprints may not be accurate, at least in recent years, the age error estimated by the Trace Inspection Department is within 2 years old. In the field of footprint identification, Li Xun and the others can be regarded as experienced." Hua Chongpa pulled the takeaway Egg fried rice in the box, "Since they say the murderer is around 57 years old, then the 'around' can't be too different."

"If there were no accidents, Man Xiaocheng would be 31 years old this year." Liu Zhiqin ate slowly, and there were still a few pieces of burnt fried chicken left in the same box of egg fried rice. "From the perspective of age, the murderer may indeed be him." biological father."

Hua Chong put down the takeaway box and sighed.

Liu Zhiqin raised his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I don't dare to 'boldly assume' now." Hua Chong picked up the sweet soy milk that came with the takeaway, and drank half a cup in one go. "This time, the case of Li Liwen suddenly reminded me, otherwise..."

"Just 'carefully verify'." Liu Zhiqin said: "Isn't the DNA information of Man Xiaocheng and Man Guojun being compared? We are so careful in verifying this time, so we won't fall into the 'misunderstanding' again." .”

Hua Chong looked at the time, "The result may be coming out soon."

Liu Zhiqin hastened to eat quickly.

"Don't eat so fast." Hua Chong glanced at him, "I'll go first, just follow after you finish eating."

Liu Zhiqin said, "Wait for me."

The simple two words made Hua Chong pause when he stood up, and sat back down again.

Liu Zhiqin put a piece of fried chicken into Hua Chongkong's takeaway box, "Can you help me eat a piece?"

"Why didn't you say 'okay' just now?" Hua Chong picked up the fried chicken with two fingers without using chopsticks.

Liu Zhiqin smiled: "Wait for me?"

"Not good." Hua Chong ate the fried chicken in two bites, and took out a wet tissue to wipe his hands.

"Then you are leaving?" Liu Zhiqin asked.

Hua Chong looked at the last bite of egg fried rice in his takeaway box, and said, "Next time, if you don't say a few words, you might be able to finish eating before me."

"I'll fight for it." Liu Zhiqin glanced at the table after eating, as if he also wanted to drink sweet soy milk.

"Did you miss a copy?" Hua Chong helped to look for it, and said to himself, "Who was it?"

The members of the serious crime team gathered around a large table when they ate takeaway food. Drink cups and takeaway boxes were all put together, and drinks were often taken away.

Liu Zhiqin looked at Hua Chong's sweet soy milk and asked, "Do you still drink it?"

The cups for hot drinks are opaque paper cups, and it is impossible to tell whether there is any soy milk left in it.Hua Chong picked up the cup to try, there was still less than half a cup left.

"You want a drink?" he asked.

"En." Liu Zhiqin responded and stretched out his hand to take it.

Hua Chong moved to the side with his right hand, "You find another straw."

"Where is there an extra straw?" Liu Zhiqin said, "Other people take my soy milk and leave me a straw?"

Hua Chong pursed the corner of his mouth, hesitant.

While hesitating, the sweet soy milk in his hand had already been taken away.

Liu Zhiqin bit the straw and drank sweet soy milk slowly.

Hua Chong was helpless, "I drank..."

Liu Zhiqin raised his eyebrows halfway, "The rest is just for me to drink."

At this time, Zhang Trade walked into the office and was taken aback when he saw the sweet soy milk Liu Zhiqin was holding.

Not long ago, the serious crime team's takeaway arrived. He ordered the Teriyaki crispy bone ball set.

On such a cold day, he just wants to drink hot drinks!

Just as he was indignant, Liu Zhiqin gave him a cup of hot soy milk.

He was pleasantly surprised and grateful, but also a little embarrassed, "Brother Xiaoliu, don't you want to drink?"

"I don't like sweet soy milk." Liu Zhiqin said.

"Then I'll exchange it with you for an iced Coke?"

"No, you can take it. I don't have the habit of drinking while eating."

Liu Zhiqin said so, of course he was no longer polite, and found that the meal was a bit cold, so he took the takeaway box and hot soy milk to the tea room, intending to use the microwave there to "ding" it before eating.

After eating, he came back to see Liu Zhiqin drinking sweet soy milk.

Don't you like sweet soy milk?

Are you not used to drinking while eating?

Zhang Mao scratched his head and looked at Liu Zhiqin.

Liu Zhiqin pursed his lips and smiled, then turned sideways and spoke to Hua Chong.

Zhang Trade was too lazy to read, and returned to his seat, intending to take a nap after dinner - he was so tired these days that his brain was no longer working.

Hua Chong noticed the look of Liu Zhiqin and Zhang Mao looking at each other, and he had an intuition that something was wrong, and asked, "What are you two looking at?"

"What are you looking at?" Liu Zhiqin put on a show, "Didn't I just look at you?"

Hua Chong gave him an elbow.

"Hey..." Liu Zhiqin wanted to argue, but the intercom phone rang.

Zhang Mao picked it up, and shouted after a few seconds: "Flower Team, the paternity test results of Man Xiaocheng and Man Guojun are out!"

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Los Angeles No. [-] Middle School, Qiuzhi Building.

The evening self-study in the parallel class of the first grade has never been as intense as the experimental class of the third grade. There are no exams or homework evaluations.Usually, the first evening self-study is supervised by the teachers of each subject in turn. Students can go to the podium if they have questions, and do homework if they have no questions. They can also discuss with each other in a low voice, as long as they do not affect others.In the second quarter of evening self-study, the teacher generally no longer stays in the classroom. He is either correcting homework in the office or preparing the teaching content for the next day. Students can still ask the teacher for answers if they have questions that they do not understand.However, because there is no teacher in the classroom, some students are too lazy to read. Some of them play with their mobile phones and chat with each other.

There are only a few top-ranked classes with a good learning atmosphere.The students in these classes were all admitted to Los Angeles No. [-] Middle School based on their grades. As soon as they were freshmen in high school, they had already set the goal of entering a prestigious university.

On the contrary, Class 28 ([-]) of senior high school is one of the parallel classes with the worst average grades in the whole year. Almost all the students come in at a high price, and the family conditions are good.

In the mid-term exam not long ago, class (28) performed poorly. Subjects such as Chinese, which are not easy to get marks, are passable. Only a quarter of the people who passed math and English passed, and most of the people who passed were "low-flying students". Pass".

But the head teacher and some teachers are not surprised.

This kind of class is basically abandoned in Los Angeles No. [-] Middle School. All the "sophisticated" and "sophisticated" are thrown away in the class. The class time during the day is chaotic. The teacher talks at the top and the students at the bottom. Noisy, no discipline at all.When it came time for evening self-study, it was even more of a mess. Half of the people didn't come to the evening self-study at all, and even if half of the people came, they were doing foreign work until they rang the bell.There is absolutely no such thing as asking a question to a teacher, and you can be considered worthy of the teacher if you don't get mad at the teacher.

But tonight, the evening self-study of Class 28 ([-]) was in order.

The classroom was not full, and some bastard students still skipped class, but all the students in the classroom looked at the blackboard seriously, and even those sitting in the last row didn't eat snacks, doze off, or play with their mobile phones.On the podium, there is a teacher holding a chalk and teaching patiently.

Shan Nonghan, 58 years old, has gray hair on the temples and wears a pair of glasses. Although he is about to retire, he is as energetic as a young teacher. He is still humorous and has a sense of self-confidence when he lectures. It is very easy to attract the attention of students.

He is a mathematics teacher. It is rare to see people who can speak mathematics humorously.

The students in class (28) are the most likely to cause trouble, but even the most assholes obey him and dare not make trouble in his class.

Before the evening self-study started, the representative of the mathematics class informed that Teacher Shen would give a lecture in the evening. Everyone was shocked. Teacher Shen had never stayed in the evening self-study. Time for class?

is that a lie?

The math class representative said: "Hey, isn't our mid-term math score very bad? Did you pass? And you, you only got 20 points! The full score is 20, and you only got [-] points! Teacher Shen may not be able to see it any longer. Right. Who is Teacher Shen, the 'resident' teacher in the experimental class of science in the third year of senior high school, now leading a class like ours... Hey, no matter how bad our class is, Teacher Shen's fame will not be ruined!"

The students moaned, saying that you, the representative of the class, only scored more than 90 points in the exam?shame!

The class representative held back for a long time, "You can see how many points I get in the next monthly exam!"

During the 45-minute evening self-study, Shen Nonghan explained the sample questions in an orderly manner, and occasionally asked a student to answer a question. If the student could not answer, he did not say anything difficult, let the other party sit down, and continued to talk.

The head teacher and the grade teacher looked at it one after another, and they both whispered to themselves: "Mr. Shen, it's not ordinary."

When the get out of class bell rang, Shen Nonghan put down the chalk and said softly, "That's all for today."

It was rare that some of the students who listened carefully hadn't realized it yet, and some actually said, "Damn it, get out of class is over so soon?"

Shen Nonghan said: "I will be in the office for the evening self-study in the next quarter. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

The questionable student sitting in the last row raised his hand, "Teacher Shen!"

Shan Nonghan looked over, "Huh?"

"Why did you suddenly think of giving us evening self-study? After listening to your class, I can't even complete the game tasks today!"

The students laughed.

Shen Nonghan also laughed, "I was busy with other things in the past and neglected you. From now on, I will come when it's my turn to watch the night."

There was a wailing in the classroom.

Shan Nonghan picked up the coat that was draped over the back of the chair, and said with a smile, "You are also my responsibility. If I can't take care of you, my conscience is disturbed."