cry of a butterfly

Tu Yuming didn't think much of Chu Hua when he first met him.

He accidentally found out that his new partner was gay, and was disgusted, so he kept calling him "bitch" behind his back.

Men with high self-esteem also sneered at the so-called "police academy elites", thinking that this "girl" is just a little more idolatrous than other police officers - she smiles like crescent moons with dimples in her eyes, and her back and waist are as straight as A mast on a flagship, with delicate skin like a magnolia, and slender fingers like flower stalks... It's okay to hold another man's penis, hold a gun?

It's too strong.

However, a mission to escort prisoners not long after the two partnered completely changed everything.

At that time, Chu Hua was in charge of driving, and his partner and prison guards were guarding the prisoners on the left and right in the back seat.On the way to the remote suburbs, Tu Yuming suddenly became addicted to cigarettes, so he immediately got out of the car and went to the rest stop to buy cigarettes.The guy who committed several first-degree murders had thick arms, a tall figure, a shiny pigtail in the back of his head, and weird totem-like tattoos all over his body, like a lush rainforest painted on his entire skin .Taking advantage of the short gap when there was only one guard, he broke his thumb without anyone noticing and escaped from the handcuffs.

The strong, tall and bloodthirsty South American man suddenly woke up like a dormant poisonous insect, and suddenly pounced on the prison guard who was sitting aside who was joking with intimacy, and precisely stretched out two fingers to poke his eye sockets, and pulled out a pair of hangers. Soggy eyeballs focused on the optic nerve.Chu Hua in the driver's seat didn't have time to react, so he was grabbed by his collar and slammed into the windshield fiercely, one after another - spiral cracks appeared on the windshield, and the blood splashed from the head was shocking.Not only was he deprived of consciousness, he was also deprived of his gun.

The moment the blind prison guard opened the car door to call for backup, his head was blown away by the angry prisoner.Not far away, Tu Yuming threw away the cigarette he hadn't smoked in his hand, drew his gun and shot at the fugitive.After a gun battle in which no one hit anyone, a Glock 18 with no bullets left was thrown away, and the murderer ran wildly.He would regret not having shot that bloody young police detective in the head while there was a bullet—because the bloody young police detective was awakened from his coma by the sound of the gunshot and fell to the ground. car and chased him for a full five blocks.

Tu Yuming, who was panting and catching up after ten minutes, saw this scene——

A wooden stick as thick as a man's arm was broken on the ground, and spots of blood were splashed everywhere.The desperate fugitive fell to the ground, dying, and the young police detective was not much better.

The bruise on the head required at least twenty stitches, and the handsome face was covered with blood, except for the whites of the eyes were still clear, the facial features had long been indistinct.Chu Hua pulled out the prisoner's shoelaces and trouser belts to tie him up, and said to him, "Hello, sissy! Your boyfriend is still waiting for you in the state prison."

After saying this, he fell to his knees and vomited.The knot was strong and beautiful.

His face was pale and colorless, and the broken glass of the car window bit into his scalp deeply.He vomited for a full 5 minutes from the severe trauma of the skull hitting the windshield several times in a row and the relentless pursuit of five blocks.

"Hey, you... are you okay?" Tu Yuming was slightly stunned and stuttered.

Chu Hua shook and stood up again, picked up the prisoner who was already bound firmly, and pushed it to his partner with a flick of his hand.He casually wiped the unstoppable blood that flowed like a squib with his sleeve, and when he passed by Tu Yuming, who still had an expression of disbelief on his face, he glanced at the tip of his cold eyes, "Who is the bitch?" ?”

Faced with heavy pressure from all sides, Chu Hua, who still had gauze on his head, tore off his police badge in front of the two chiefs, and threw his certificate and gun on the table.Without saying a word, with no expression on his face, he concealed the fact that his partner sneaked away to buy cigarettes halfway, and chose to share the difficulties.

Tu Yuming might have been fired, but Chu Hua's responsibility undoubtedly shared his bad luck.

This life-threatening accident caused the two men to hand over their guns and suspend them for an indefinite period of time. As the leader of the bureau, Homer gave the two young policemen one more chance.

Later, when Chu Hua was changing his dressing in the hospital, Tu Yuming went to visit and expressed his gratitude, only to be surprised to find that this kid who couldn't bear the pain at all was howling like a ghost.

"It hurts...it hurts!" He grinned his teeth and shouted at the cautious nurse, "You should fucking remove the stitches, not peel the skin!"

Tu Yuming is an out-and-out straight man, but at that moment he suspected that he was about to fall in love with this kid.

Although Chu Hua has always wanted to hide it, as a partner who was born and died together, Tu Yuming has of course seen the butterfly tattoo on the other party's penis.

The two of them released their hands side by side, and the man stared straight at the good-sized and beautiful thing as if his soul was out of his body, and even forgot that he had to urinate.If Chu Hua hadn't quickly retracted it into his pants after peeing, he might really have reached out to touch it.

There is a butterfly on it.

Black, ugly, stooped.

It is conceivable that if the penis is straightened, what kind of graceful posture it should be, how terrifying and lifelike it should be.

At that time, Tu Yuming twitched a face that had not yet had a burn scar and asked, "Where the tattoo...does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

At that moment, a thick mist formed in his eyes, and the previous sense of clarity disappeared.

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"Compo, a billionaire who is equally at ease in the business and fashion circles, and a celebrity at the top of the human pyramid, has a more infamous reputation and background than the 'Black Widow'..."

Chu Hua stopped flipping through the file in his hand, and listened quietly to Tu Yuming's narration without raising his downcast eyes.

"He is extremely low-key. Not only does he rarely appear in public, even the police do not have his complete information. His legend is now impossible to test. There are rumors that he made his fortune by murdering his rich wife, and there are also rumors that he was 16 years old. Was imprisoned in a psychiatric hospital on suspicion of murder when he was young—”

"Could it be that... out of a bargain with the prosecutor, a 16-year-old boy defended himself by pretending to be a mentally ill person?" Chu Hua raised his eyes, and a slightly stunned look flashed across his face, "It seems he is very smart."

"Compo is indeed very smart, but in his later life, he must have regretted this "self-consciousness" countless times. The six-year imprisonment in the mental hospital caused him to be tortured and humiliated. He wanted to escape and commit suicide several times, but failed He fell short at the last moment. During his last escape, he fell from a five-story windowsill, and his right ankle was pierced by a flowerbed fence with lily-of-the-valleys... The paramedics followed a trail of blood on the ground, in the Five miles away from the psychiatric hospital, a young man who had nearly bled into a coma was found, with a broken lily of the valley still in his mouth..." Tu Yuming spread his hands, deliberately distorting a picture with "pity" or "terrible" The matching expression continued, "That means he was found crawling 5 miles covered in blood and still trying to escape..."

"Wowhoho," Chu Hua pouted, and said in a completely nonchalant joking tone, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest①."

"After returning to society, he married five times, and each wife was a wealthy woman. Three of them died strangely, and one went insane... Four unlucky women left him an incalculable inheritance. His own child." Tu Yuming twisted the horrible scar on his face in a strange manner, and said with a sigh, "I really don't understand the spiritual world of rich people. The underground wine cellar of his mansion was originally It was an ice cellar, and twelve female corpses were found in it, fashion models, ballerinas, doctors from the forensic office, prostitutes... each of them was a magnificent beauty, and each of them had an affair with him. Those corpses were Stripped clean, drained the blood, lay neatly in two rows like call girls in the red light district. Redding, the butler in charge of the wine cellar keys, suddenly disappeared, and was caught by you when he was about to murder No.13 women That heroic and wise lover—”

"I know all of this," Chu Hua interrupted the other party with a cold face, "you don't need to repeat it!"

Tu Yuming understood the other party's displeasure very well, smiled, and said, "The fingerprints of the third person other than the housekeeper were not found in the wine cellar. The woman who survived was a prostitute and Compo's lover. She testified that Redding confessed to her that he hated the master because of his love for the mistress, and wanted to take revenge on him by murdering his woman. Redding is wanted and is believed to be arrested soon."

"There are too many doubts. The police closed the case so hastily this time. It is very problematic." Chu Hua put down the file of other cases in his hand, raised his eyes, and a little bit of interest came out of his clear pupils, "Why? No one thinks that Han Xiao caught the wrong person?"

"Because no one will deliberately find fault with love and hate like you."

In response to this sharp ridicule, Chu Hua took it calmly.Taking the file in the opponent's hand as it should be, he raised his eyebrows frivolously and said, "I will start the investigation from that Compo, and my intuition tells me that there must be something hidden in the case."

"Intuition?" Tu Yuming touched his nose and smiled, "Bottom's intuition?"

"The detective's intuition."

"For your safety," Tu Yuming shook his head, and persuaded him seriously, "I advise you to stay away from this case..."

"Why?" Chu Hua was puzzled.

"Because you're gay, and that Compo..." the scar-faced man evilly hooked the corners of his mouth, and winked at his partner with a very ambiguous smile, "He's really a very...very handsome man."

The author has something to say: ①One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest", a 1975 film by American director Milos Forman, based on the 1962 Ken Kesey novel of the same name.