cry of a butterfly

"May I meet your nephew, who used to be the dean here?"

"He died, 14 years ago."

"14 years..." Chu Hua frowned slightly, with suspicion in his eyes, "At that time, Compo just left here, didn't he?"

"I know what you're thinking. But it can't be that way." Mrs. May smiled, shook her head and said, "He died in a prostitute's house. That girl was a heavy smoker, and she never forgot to come when she received guests." One. It happened that there was a gas leak in her house that day, and they were both blown up when the girl was lighting a cigarette. The police were involved in the investigation and it turned out to be an accident, and no one was responsible for it."

The tone of the statement was very flat, and there was no regret for the death of his nephew.The young police detective quickly discovered this, and raised his doubts, "You don't seem to feel sorry for this?"

"He's not a nice guy."

Mr. Detective disapproved of this and shrugged his shoulders, "A person's 'good' and 'bad' should not be so hastily defined, life and death are even more so."

The old woman nodded, looked at the other party with approving eyes and said, "Human nature is bigger and more complex than this world. When a person holds power and no one restrains him, he will gradually lose himself and become very cruel."

"I've heard of this," Chu Hua said immediately, "It's like Stanford Prison①."

"I didn't expect you to know this." The old woman nodded approvingly again, her original impression of the police as a group was not good, but at this moment it completely changed.She used to think that the police were like a bunch of rogues sponsored by the government, blurring black and white, inverting good and evil, and writing ignorance, hypocrisy, and corruption behind every decent uniform.He took a few steps and continued, "There were 1 patients here, and he was like the god of these 1 patients. He used to be a dedicated doctor and an outstanding scholar, but he was slowly corrupted by his own heart into another person until he became the king of hell entirely. He and the other doctors here did terrible things to their patients, and Compaq, a newcomer, tried to stop—"

"Him? To stop?" Chu Hua couldn't believe it, and stared those long eyes wide.Along the way, he heard too many negative messages about this man, from his wife, his daughter, and his lover, but he never thought that he would get these from such a loving and elegant old man.

"You may not be able to imagine that a young man who is stuck in a quagmire and can't save himself wants to help others?" In the light of the room, the old woman slowly opened her hands, which were as old as dead branches and leaves. , casting a five-fingered shadow.Sighing, he said, "This is the source of his suffering. Compassion is imprinted in this boy's nature, but then it gradually disappeared. When he was discharged from the hospital, I didn't recognize him at all."

The topic froze suddenly, and the young police detective paced around the small ward, and finally stopped in front of a particularly gorgeous handwriting.

At a hasty glance, it should be a love poem.

"Has anyone else been here before? This..." decided to give it a more appropriate title, "This cell?"

Mrs. Mei shook her head and laughed irrelevantly, "Tell me about the Compo you know."

"Hmm..." Turning his face away to look at the other party, Chu Hua said after pondering, "He is very elegant, very smart, good at perceiving people's hearts, and also good at hunting. Rather than saying that he is a perfect gentleman in every way, it is better Said he is a hidden and unsolvable puzzle, always showing up when you don't expect it, injecting excitement and confusion into your blood at the same time... Of course, despite this, you can't help but want to get close to him, endure I can't help feeling that he is very...very..." He stopped at the right time, his two beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was painstakingly considering an appropriate word.

Mrs. May asked with a smile, "Charming?"

The young police detective stared blankly for a moment, then generously admitted, "Yes, very charming." Biting his lower lip, he said shyly in his generosity, "Very charming."

"Before you, no outsiders knew about Deer Tree Nursing Home." With a loving smile all the time, the old woman said, "He is very rich and has made friends with many politicians. It can be said that he can easily make himself The most unbearable six years have become blank, but I am willing to confess to you. This is like cutting his chest open in front of you, exposing his heart. Have you ever thought about why this is? "

I have heard similar questions before, and Chu Hua answered almost without thinking, "Because I am handsome?"

Mrs. Mei smiled again, "You already have the answer in your heart."

Chu Hua didn't speak anymore, he stepped forward and gently stroked the wall, stroking the crayon writing on it——

I want to give you a kiss,

Before sunset and yellow sand...

Slowly close your eyes and feel the darkness falling from the sky.Chu Hua was surprised to find that he could empathize with Compo who was trapped in this cell at that time.He seemed to be able to touch his skin, his bones, and the death-struggling in the depths of his soul.

And, the infinite desire to be reborn from the cocoon.

When saying goodbye, the young police detective asked Mrs. May, "Compar said he met me before, but I have no memory of it. Has he ever mentioned it to you?"

Without answering, she gazed into the young man's eyes.His eyes are very clear, and when he smiles, they will bend into the shape of crescent moons, containing a kind of innocence that is not familiar with the world, and a kind of unwavering strength.The old man's cloudy eyes reflected the expectant and confused face for a long time, and finally smiled and said, "I don't know, I think you still have to ask him."

Chu Hua narrowed his eyes and really laughed, "Thank you, thank you very much."

After expressing his gratitude several times, he turned back and walked outside the house.Along the way, they walked briskly like dancing Latin dances, and frequently "harassed" the old people along the way - pulled them around for a circle, or folded a flower and stuffed them in their hands.

Mrs. Mei looked at the back of the young police detective for a long time, and saw him waving back to her, with a charming smile on his face like a spring.A look of sadness and relief climbed up every gully and horizontal line, she whispered to herself, "Fortunately, he is really worth it..."

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It never occurred to him to kill her.

When he climbed in through the window, he thought the woman was not at home, but in the end he bumped into her.

The terrified look disappeared on Chu Wen's gloomy face, and then she began to yell and curse.The filthy words and the louder and louder voice repeatedly pierced the boy's eardrums, and also scared the cat in the boy's arms and disappeared without a trace.

He originally wanted to cover the woman's mouth and nose with his hands to stop her cursing, but she died unexpectedly.

"God...God! Compo, you...you killed this woman..." Another boy who was traveling with me was shocked, and shouted, "It's not like you can't get money from those rich women, how could you Thinking of running here! Now you are a murderer, everything is over!"

When the boy looked back in confusion, he saw those moist and clear black eyes.

The boy's lower body was bare, and there was a black and blue pattern on his penis, whether it was a birthmark or a tattoo, and he was in an erect state that seemed to be congested.The flickering light outside the window hit this thin body, casting a faint broken shadow.He saw the boy timidly hiding in it, but looking at himself with the purest, innocent and shining eyes.

The young man couldn't explain the compassion he felt at that moment, and he couldn't even explain why he appeared here by accident.He bent down and approached the boy slowly, stretched his hand towards the boy's face, and said, "Hey, little guy, I won't hurt you..."

The boy seemed to have been out of his body, staring at the person in front of him with wide eyes, motionless like a stone.He witnessed the whole process of the murder, but kept silent from beginning to end.

"Let's go! Leave him alone! He won't just starve to death at home, he can go to the street and find the police!" As if guessing what the other party was thinking, the rooster-headed boy pushed his partner's shoulder, He repeatedly urged, "Someone will come soon, we have to run!"

But the boy was not moved at all.He carefully stretched out his hand to the boy, approached him little by little, and said as gently as possible, "Don't be afraid... I won't hurt you..."

That is, when he was about to touch the boy's face, the boy suddenly opened his mouth and yelled.

"Damn it!" Ji Guantou cursed in a low voice, and fled the scene of the murder without looking back.

It seems to tear the vocal cords apart, and the shadows accumulated over the years are vented once.It was a horrible, inhuman cry that lasted several minutes.A passing police car stopped, and a 40-year-old policeman broke into the door, and the young man was caught by the policeman's partner when he jumped from the window sill.

This was the last scene the boy named Compo saw before he was taken away—after screaming at the top of his lungs, the boy named Chu Hua buried his face in the arms of the policeman who was holding him .

His lips were pursed slightly, and he closed his long and curly eyelashes, looking at ease and satisfied.

He never cast his gaze in the direction he was again.

The author has something to say: ①Stanford Prison Experiment, one of the famous experiments in psychology.In the experiment, 24 college students who were physically and mentally healthy and emotionally stable were divided into two groups, one group pretended to be prison guards, and the other group pretended to be prisoners.As a result, the [-]-day experiment quickly developed out of control. The students who simulated "prison guards" became irritable and irritable.The experiment had to be terminated on the sixth day.