cry of a butterfly

It takes two hours to drive from the city to the suburbs.Brigitte led him into a castle-style villa that looked like Dracula lived there, and just said "Stay still" before stepping on the steps of the spiral staircase.Her husband doesn't seem to be here, and she has to find him.

Of course Chu Hua would not be obedient.As soon as the woman left, he let his curiosity wander around.Every time you take a step, you can hear echoes from the empty walls, and the echoes follow you all the way, step by step.

The house is too big, and the floor height is equivalent to several floors of ordinary residential buildings.The excessive emptiness and silence added a piercing chill to this ghostly place, and Chu Hua got goose bumps from the cold within 5 minutes.He thought it was silly for a big man to hold a bouquet in his hand, so he put the little bouquet of lilies of the valley in his back pocket.

Even during the day, every room is lit, and the maze-like mansion is hardly exposed to sunlight.Occasionally, unbroken light beams pass through the silver window lattices of certain ages, projecting on the ground together with the long-stemmed flowers painted on them.A large number of shadows and a little light are pieced together to form an irregular geometric pattern.

Chu Hua groped into a place that was probably the study room, but it took a lot of effort to persuade himself not to take the Morgan silver coins that the master had randomly placed on the table and put them in his pocket.

Neatly stacked in two stacks, roughly estimated to have more than thirty pieces, all from the Philadelphia Mint in 1895, this guy is so fucking rich!

As if stepping into a university library, there are rows of bookshelves, not only are there countless rare classics and precious antiques, but also some formed or unformed clay pots and vases can be seen everywhere.All pottery products maintain the original color in the state of pottery blank, without colorful coloring.

Compared with calligraphy and painting, Compo seems to have a soft spot for pottery.

Partly for the needs of criminal investigation, and partly for voyeuristic selfish desires, Chu Hua couldn't help but stepped forward, looking at the pottery works that should be made by Compo one by one.

Some pottery is parasitic on the beautiful ancient mythology, and some are closely related to the theme of reproduction and gestation... The young police detective suddenly saw a baked pottery mask, a beautiful man's face, and he missed it It hit the ground.

The mask snapped in half.

"Crap!" Chu Hua cursed, then quickly picked it back up in her hand—

The clear eyes, the straight nose, the naturally slightly raised chin and the corners of the lips, and even the faint dimples on the corners of the lips are all the same... He was not mistaken, this face is very similar to his own!A person who saw his own face in such a form would undoubtedly be shocked, but Chu Hua immediately thought that this face should be the big star Jonelle who everyone called "the jewel".

The tattered mask would be an eyesore on the shelf, and the young detective stooped and set it back on the floor, kicking the pieces under the cabinet while no one was around.

Like a naughty ghost who broke his father's beloved vase.

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Tired of wandering around in the study, the young police detective stepped on a seemingly endless dark corridor, leading to the garden of the villa.Compared with the inexplicably depressing indoor atmosphere, he was obviously in a much brighter mood when he was exposed to the sun.

The flowerbed is blue and white, the grass is densely laid out, and the passing wind shakes the white and plump bells of the lily of the valley from time to time.

While Chu Hua was dazzled by the beautiful scenery in front of him, he also touched the flowers he brought in his buttocks pocket—as he guessed, this Compo liked and was almost obsessed with this kind of flowers, which was like a kind of psychological fragments from trauma ①.

A tiny cry suddenly broke the quiet afternoon.

Like a woman's cry, but also like a child's cry.The sound rang for a while and soon disappeared, but there was a strange bloody smell in the air.

Chu Hua walked in the direction of the sound, and a simple wooden house in the corner of the garden came into view.A few meters away from the wooden house, he inevitably saw a man.The sharp and cold knife light passed through the gap in the wooden door, and he saw the man half-kneeling on the ground with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

Judging from Chu Hua, who was mostly sideways, this man was undoubtedly Compo.Even though he had seen his photos and left a deep impression on him, he still couldn't help being very curious about the man's face in the cracks - more than ten years can change a man a lot.Perhaps doubly mature charm, perhaps in the opposite direction unstoppable depravity.He turned his head sideways and took a step closer to where he was, but the wooden door was in the way, and the face was always looming, as if it was blocked behind the mist of the distant mountains.

Blood flowed from under the door of the cabin.That's why the bloody smell with a faint smell of mutton comes from it.

Twelve people had died in this place, and the crisis seemed imminent.The young police detective immediately felt that all the nerves in his body were tensed.He completely forgot Brigitte's admonition to him, revealed his identity and said: "I am a policeman, the people inside raise their hands, come out!"

Without hesitation, he took out his gun.

"Let me see your hands! Quick!" In order to frighten the dangerous man in the wooden house, Chu Hua fired a shot at the sky decisively.The intention is to remind the other party that if he doesn't do what he says, he will let the bullet pass through the closed wooden door and penetrate into his flesh and blood.

"I think you may have misunderstood something." A man's voice sounded from the room. His voice was soft and hoarse just right, but there was no cadence in it, which sounded very weird.

The young police detective never had much patience, so he repeated, urging the men in the room to appear in a cold voice with the dignity of a policeman, "Do as I say, and let me see your hands!"

The strangely sweet voice added, "I can hardly walk without a cane."

"Hey buddy, don't haggle with me."

"Anyone who tries to kill me will not live as long as I do, and anyone who tries to catch me will lose their freedom." The man's voice paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "This is my advice to you. "

"Then let me tell you something too." A pair of eyes that were usually fancy and seductive drew a cold light like a dagger, and stared at the figure in the gap in the door without blinking. Chu Hua raised the corners of his mouth quite confidently, "Take the gun." You are the boss."

The man in the room laughed.After a while, the wooden door was pushed open, and a bloody hand stretched out from behind the door——

If it weren't for the blood, he doubted that he would fall in love with this man because of these beautiful hands.

The complexion is extremely white, with a faint eggplant color like frozen meat, but this does not affect the beauty of this hand in the slightest.The fingers are long and slender, with well-defined and beautiful joints.Several cyan veins are clearly visible on the back of the hand. They curl up and run, forming the same magnificent and undulating outline as those winding mountains and the blue sea.

Chu Hua was slightly stunned for a while before continuing as if waking up from a dream, "Okay, now come out slowly!"

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"Okay, now come out slowly!"

After a moment of time froze, those hands led the man out of the room.

For no reason, Chu Hua suddenly felt his heart beating wildly.

The man with the disabled right leg inevitably staggered, and the appearance of dragging his body did not appear to be embarrassing.Not to mention his hands were covered with blood, his shirt and hair were also splashed with a lot of dirty urine and blood.Compo slowly raised his eyes, looked at the young police detective who was pointing a gun at him a few steps away, and said with a faint smile, "Mr. Detective, you misunderstood."

The moment the four eyes met, Chu Hua was completely shocked by the emotion of lightning in the clear sky.He was looking at each other with a man whose eyes were like an abyss——

As if more than ten years had passed, this man was no different from what he saw in the photo.The color of the pupils is very light, far lighter than that of ordinary Asians.His hair is very long, the color of his eyes is the same light brown as glass, and it is slightly curly in a feminine and feminine posture, almost reaching his broad shoulders.He was too beautiful and too white, so white that he had a sickly pale eggplant color, as if he had lived in darkness since birth, and he had an inescapable sense of horror.

Chu Hua suddenly felt for no reason that he must have met Kang Bo before, as if they had met each other many years ago, not just in the photos.

He looked at him and felt that he couldn't look away for a long time, until the other party moved his eyes first, smiled and said, "It's impolite to look at a disabled person like this."

Chu Hua was a little frustrated with his gaffe, which might make him lose in the next confrontation.Returning to the detective's stern look, he asked bluntly, "What happened inside?"

"The sun doesn't shine directly north of the Tropic of Cancer, and I usually don't make such a mess in front of a beautiful woman." The compliment sounded like it was meant to be polite.Compo still held up his blood-stained hands, smiled at himself jokingly, and asked the other party, "Do you want to shoot me?"

"I don't have violent tendencies, everything depends on whether you will resist and ask for trouble." Chu Hua looked up and down the simple man, and when he was sure that there was no dangerous weapon on him, he let out a sigh of relief, "Your The accent is weird."

The man's voice was really weird. Although the slightly hoarse tone was pleasant to the ear, the pitch was flat, without any ups and downs or ups and downs.

"I didn't say a word for six years." Compo nodded and admitted, and said with a faint smile, "When I returned to the world, I almost forgot how to speak."

He suddenly thought of the pottery mask that was very similar to himself, so he squinted his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Have we met before?"

"No." Compo's eyes glanced behind Chu Hua very quickly, and then moved back immediately.He answered him with a smile on his face and seemingly without thinking, "But you bear a resemblance to a friend of mine."

"I know." The young police detective didn't put down the gun in his hand, but he didn't realize that someone was approaching him on tiptoe. He hooked the corner of his mouth quite clearly, "That big star."

"However, it can only be seen at first glance." The eyes slid across each other's face as meticulously as hands kneading clay, and Compo smiled slowly, "Look carefully, you are like Zircons are as different as gemstones."

Chu Hua almost rolled his eyes: These people's metaphors are too poor!

"My friend is as beautiful as a zircon," unexpectedly Compaq said next, which was completely different from what he thought, and he said in a very sincere tone, "and some people are as beautiful as gems. Although you Knowing that he came with bad intentions, he still had to open the door."

There was another hissing sound in the room, which completely attracted Chu Hua's attention this time - he could hear clearly that this voice was not a woman, not a child, nor did it belong to any human being.Then two clumps of things walked out of the half-closed door, one after the other.

First there was a blood-stained lamb that looked like it had just landed; then there was a small white man with the appearance of a farmer.

Only then did Chu Hua realize that besides Kang Bo, there was another person in the wooden house just now.

Holding a stitched ewe in his arms, the small white man couldn't stop expressing his thanks to Compaq in English.Chu Hua vaguely understood that this poor guy lived nearby, and the rich man Compo just delivered his dystocia ewe for free.

The lame man bowed his head slightly in an elegant gesture, "My pleasure."

This is a fucking oolong.

The author has something to say: ①The psychologist and master of psychoanalysis Carl G. Jung (CarlG. Jung, 1875-1961) once defined a "complex" as "a psychological fragment split apart by the influence of trauma or some untimely tendency. .”