cry of a butterfly

There are few outsiders in the cafe, and the fog is surprisingly heavy.

Chu Hua glanced outside, then turned his gaze back—this time the young police detective really didn't realize that the paparazzi named Peter Pan was still following him and secretly filming him.

The short man crouched like a worm in the thick white mist, and quickly pressed the shutter.His hands were trembling, clicking, clicking; his lips were tightly compressed, just to suppress the excited roar in his heart.

There are many photos of the other party hanging in the paparazzi's home, and his favorite is undoubtedly the one where he is lying on the ground and being fucked.The man in the photo is holding his penis in his hand, kneeling in front of his gay man, accepting his penis in and out of his body.Judging from the expressions of the two men, they were both extremely excited and enjoyed this moment of physical and mental integration very much.

Pan Peter, who was hiding behind the bushes outside the house and taking photos secretly, was also very excited, and he even had a shot himself.

The woman sitting across from him was wearing a pair of sunglasses, motionless like a plastic mannequin.Why do those famous celebrities or socialites always like to go out wearing sunglasses, as if they are afraid that others will not recognize her.

The young detective coughed lightly to break the weird silence, and asked, "What should I call you, Mrs. Kang?"

"You can call me Bi Ji..." The woman spit out a substandard Chinese syllable similar to "Becky", and then took off her sunglasses.The woman who is gorgeous due to heavy makeup looks old and haggard when she is naked, and her eyes are still cold and mean."The word Compaq doesn't mean anything to me," she said.

"You are husband and wife." Chu Hua disagreed with the woman's statement.

"Yeah, so what?" said Brigitte after a pause, "We could even have a baby at one point—but so what?"

"Could it be that something happened?" The young police detective said in surprise, "I have checked your detailed information, including medical records, and you have no medical records in this regard."

Brigitte was silent for quite some time, then said, "May I have a cigarette?"

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When the woman woke up from the nightmare, it was almost noon and the weather was perfect.

The air is rich with Bulgarian roses and vetiver, and the sun is soft and sweet like fresh croissants on a Monday morning.

The woman found herself in loose cotton pajamas, sleeping on a bed with fresh sheets.After a night of tenderness and lingering, her husband was no longer by her side.

She couldn't have sex with her husband because she was pregnant, so she accepted his handjob.His fingers were slender and cold, the same pale eggplant color as his face, and it felt so good to penetrate the vagina.

The relationship between their husband and wife is not very good, and usually her deliberate teasing will be met with cold reception.But last night was different.He gazed into her eyes affectionately, and said something softly to her, maybe it was love, maybe it was something else, and the handsome face in front of him strangely ignited a kind of compassion and kindness.

Brigitte felt drowsy inexplicably, but she still forced herself to straighten her upper body and kiss Compa's lips.The corners of the mouth that are thinly pursed and raised with a shallow curvature have an unparalleled beauty, tempting her to bite the bait like a fish, and greet the sun like a sunflower with a curved stem.

Although her body was receiving tender comfort, she became more tired after a long kiss.She fell asleep quickly, and slept soundly all night.

But last night's dream was too real and too scary.

She dreamed that her husband was wearing a mask and rubber gloves, and the deep eyes above the mask were gazing unemotionally at her swollen belly.

Then he buried his head like a surgeon, holding her body with one hand, and holding a cold scalpel in the other, piercing her soft skin and making a long and narrow cut.

Even in the dream, she felt the pain of the earth crashing, but she was completely trapped in the dream and couldn't wake up, struggling to move, and could only be slaughtered in despair.Then the uterus was cut open, and the fetus was taken out—the five-month-old fetus was like a wrinkled mass of flesh, but the body, face, and upturned penis could already be seen clearly.

Her husband quickly finished the stitches for her.The whole operation was simple and neat, and it only took a few minutes.

When it was all done, the man leaned down and kissed her on the lips, smiled charmingly and said, well, honey, it's over.

The woman thought with a little fear that it was not surprising that she had such a dream.Her husband expressed more than once that he wanted her to take the child away, but she categorically refused.She was hysterical for a long time, crying, begging, threatening suicide, and finally hid at her girlfriend Brenda's house in order to avoid him... until he finally seemed to let go, came to the door and took her home. .

And then they had such a wonderful night.

The whispers of swallows outside the window are like the lingering whispers of a sympathizer.The woman who was still soft all over listened to them singing for a long time before deciding to get up.

This simple act of getting up made her suddenly feel a severe pain in her abdomen——

"My God! My God! Where's my child! Where's my child!"

The shrill scream tore through the entire silent and wide sky, and the woman who was completely insane tore open the wound on her abdomen and fell from the bed to the ground, shouting for help with a hoarse throat, while falling into the bloody lake that quickly gathered hard crawl...

Of course no medical records will be left.

When she woke up again, Brenda stood by her bed with red eyes. She said, I should persuade you not to go to those underground clinics to abort the child, and I should be with you.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Brigitte uncontrollably pounced on Brenda's hair. "What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't kill my baby—" She suddenly remembered the dream , beat and yelled again like crazy, "It's Compo! It was Compo who took my child while I was asleep... He is simply a devil! He is a devil!"

The career ended with that ugly scar that would forever sear her.Love is crumpled flesh that dies prematurely.

Like a weak plant, it has encountered various disasters at the same time, such as strong acid and alkali, pest invasion, years of barren drought and endless cold retting.She screamed and wailed, fought and struggled—but nothing helped except dying.

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"Compo and I could have had a child." The beautiful French model kept lighting cigarettes one after another, puffing out thick smoke.This shrewd and capable woman abruptly shed a tear in front of a man who was almost a total stranger, making the other party a little embarrassed. "I thought everything would be different once we had kids. It doesn't matter whose."

"Just because you cheated on Hong Xing, he took away your child in this way?" Chu Hua almost gasped.

"No, he is a deformed perfectionist." After a tear, the woman's face quickly dried up and became as lifeless as a doll or a corpse. "I knelt when he asked me to kill the child." Assured him on the ground that the baby was almost [-]% his. But he just smiled at me and said, 'I know.' Did he know? He knew! That means he doesn't care who I sleep with or whether the baby is Whose. All he did was because such an imperfect betrayal could not be tolerated."

"You didn't report him to the police?"

"I tried it. But no one believed it." Brigitte's eyes were cold, and the corners of Brigitte's lips curled up cruelly, "That damned bitch gave false testimony, she even found a doctor who worked in an underground clinic, It proves that I went home with my husband after undergoing an abortion—” The viciousness distorted a beautiful face for an instant, she suddenly put out the cigarette butt in her hand, and sneered, “But that bitch didn’t get it Good end, she deserved what she deserved, God is still fair, isn't it?"

Brenda, a foreign girl who used to be a model, has a beautiful face like a doll and a charming figure with bumps, but in the end she also turned into a corpse placed in an ice cellar.

"There was not even a trace of anesthesia left in the stomach, no signs of binding in the limbs. A woman said her husband had cut her up and taken her baby while she was sleeping, and she had absolutely nothing to say about it." Perception—" After a brief pause, the French model continued to puff, "Mr. Detective, would you believe it?"

Chu Hua didn't speak.No one could believe this.

"And I have to shut up on the subject because I heard the police say that this testimony of mine stemmed entirely from my post-abortion insanity, that I was hallucinating, and that I needed medical treatment." The woman took another drag on her cigarette, " I know he's driving me crazy, he wants to put me in a mental hospital like he did with his last wife. Foolish fights will just leave me speechless and self-inflicted."

"Since you said that Compa took your child with a scalpel while you were asleep, did he ever go to medical school?" Although he couldn't hide the suspicion in his eyes, the young police detective still didn't easily express his disapproval. Whether you trust me or not, ask, "Or, did he take courses in clinical medicine?"

"No. It's like he hasn't taken any courses in psychology, but he is a master of psychological suggestion and hypnosis. Six years of imprisonment in a mental hospital, this man has nothing to do except reading, and he learned a lot there without a teacher A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, she didn't know if she was mocking herself or Compo, "He's a genius, isn't he?"

"You mean, he used psychological hypnosis to make his wives pierce his chest with a dagger or fall off a tall building," Chu Hua smiled politely, "It sounds a lot like Fang Ye Tan."

"He is still a mental patient. His first wife, that so-called authority in the field of psychiatry, that stupid woman named Yesenin, did not cure him until she died." The woman holding the cigarette trembled violently again, It took her a lot of time to control the fear in her heart and the trembling of her hands, "In the mental hospital, she tried to use hypnosis to treat a boy's mental illness, but was abducted by him to bed; Nearly middle-aged, she still has infinite charm, but she has no idea that the beautiful young man she faces is an emotionless devil who stole from her and murdered her in a stolen way."

"Since he's a brutal murderer and the police can't do anything about him, why don't you leave him?"

The woman laughed mockingly at herself, "Because this stupid woman still loves her husband dearly."

The dialogue between the two often reached a deadlock.

A woman smokes almost a whole pack of cigarettes, and negative forces such as hatred, fear, and pain will give her a craving for nicotine; while a man is always thinking.

"Now you can take my car and go home with me. I told him that someone will come to update the security system in the afternoon, and you can pretend to be someone there." The tall and bright woman pressed out the last cigarette in the cigarette case, stood Standing up, stepping on the high-heeled shoes with screaming steps, she walked out of the cafe.She reminded him that her husband didn't like the police very much.Because of an experience with the police once, he lost six precious years and a right leg.

Chu Hua immediately remembered the beautiful man holding the silver cane and the lily-of-the-valley bouquet in the wedding photos, so before getting into Brigitte's car, he asked the flower seller on the side of the road for a bouquet of lily-of-the-valley flowers.