cry of a butterfly

The black luxury car was parked some distance away from the police station, the door opened, and a young man got out of the car from the back seat.

He was not in a hurry to leave, holding the car door and speaking to the man still sitting in the back seat.

"Follow me home tonight, you will meet someone who is very important to me." Chu Hua said solemnly, "She is my little sister. I regret to tell you that if she doesn't like You, you will never come to my door again."

"Really?" Compa raised his face and moved closer to the other party, and smiled, "Even if I can make you so happy in bed, wouldn't it be okay?"

"She has... small psychological problems. Of course, it's not her fault. She was only eight years old. She was sexually abused by her stepfather and almost killed by her mother..." Without responding to the other party's teasing, the young police detective rarely showed a worried face looking straight into each other's eyes and said, "I want you to promise me that no matter what she does wrong, don't hurt her, can you?"

The man smiled and agreed, "As long as she doesn't hurt you."

"She won't." Chu Hua narrowed his eyes and smiled in satisfaction, then leaned over and kissed Compo's lips.They are already very familiar with each other's bodies, kissing and hugging are very natural.

Before he took a few steps, Chu Hua heard a woman's shrill voice behind him, "I finally caught you, you bastard!"

Looking back, it was a fat girl wearing glasses, with a stack of documents in her hands, almost taller than her.

"You guy asked for two days off, but you disappeared for a week for no reason, and I finally caught you here! If I hadn't been hiding it for you, you wouldn't even be able to keep the location of the computer data set." Chu Hua just called out. With a sigh of relief, the fat girl stuffed the documents in his hand, squeezed out a sweet smile and said, "You have left a lot of work behind, we have to work hard together this week."

The corners of Mr. Detective's thin lips curled up flatteringly and beautifully, and his eyes curved into crescent moons were shining.But as soon as the immediate boss turned around, he followed her bitterly, grinning strangely at her back, with a dissatisfied expression of "I'm condescending."

These were all seen by the man in the car.

The driver asked if he was going home, Compo shook his head, and then reported an address.

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Rosselle was in his hotel room unpacking for his flight to Chicago.

The trip was not smooth, the criminal psychologist never expected that he would be refuted by a young police officer he had mocked in every possible way before leaving, so he refused everything when he left. A farewell ceremony from top police officers.

Someone from the hotel called and told him he had a visitor.The old man frowned slightly, and then said, please come up.

After drinking water and taking the medicine, he turned his gaze to the round wooden table beside him.

There was an unpostmarked letter on the table.

Repeatedly combing the already unruly white hair with his hands again and again made a face that had been worn down by years of filing knife even harsher.He sat on the sofa with a straight-back posture, raised his chin arrogantly, and frowned at the same time.

For this guest whom he has not seen for a long time, the old man is ready to face the enemy.

"Really long time no see."

Before the door was closed, a man appeared at the door of the room, and then walked in uninvited with a cane.

Rosselle raised his eyes towards the person coming, "You haven't changed at all."

"But you have changed." Compa smiled slightly, and sat down in front of the white-haired old man, "Simply put, you are getting old."

"Only the devil doesn't grow old." The old man stubbornly raised his chin, trying to make his attitude more domineering.

The man touched the corner of his lips and smiled, "God won't either."

"Are you here to catch up?"

"I'm here to ask you for a favor." After a pause, Compa said straight to the point, "For a friend of mine."

"Your friend is that low-level police officer named Chu Hua?"

"You know?" The tone of voice remained unchanged, and his expression did not show any surprise.

"He came here to apologize to me on the second day of the teaching lecture. He confessed that he was playing tricks at the venue; he said he had always regarded me as an idol; His own mouth; he also said that he didn't understand what is 'patriarchal belief' and what is 'the special meaning of male organs'; in the end he said your name." The white-haired old man paused for a long time, and then said, " I'm not surprised."

Compo was not surprised by Chu Hua's actions, he just leaned over and smiled slightly, "Since you are not surprised, then you should know why I came here."

"The recommendation letter has been written. He will get what he wants and return to the homicide squad." The old man pointed to the letter on the table, "Although I ordered someone to drive him away very rudely that day, and He also jumped and said that he should not come, that I am a piece of old beef with a bad smell, and an old antique with a stubborn opinion..." His shoulders shrugged suddenly, and his tone seemed helpless, "But I have to admit , he is a lovely young man, even cuter than the sanctimonious police elite."

"It's really cute." The light and shadow of the smile in the deep eyes changed, getting deeper and more tender.

"But that's not the reason why I decided to write a letter of recommendation for him." Rosselle suddenly turned his face very serious, looking straight into the other's eyes and said, "I received a letter from Yesenin before she died. A letter in which she said that she had made a fatal mistake, and in order to make up for it, she decided to send you back to a mental hospital at all costs. The day I received the letter, I immediately booked a plane ticket to meet her, but it turned out that Just in time for her funeral."

The slender fingers gently slid over the hair on his cheeks, and the smile on the corner of the man's lips was still calm, "Your friendship has always been very moving."

"Since then I have wanted to follow her letter and send you back to a mental hospital, or more simply, let a bullet go through your heart."

"But you still gave up."

"I didn't give up, but I couldn't do it." Rosselle shook his head, "I spent a lot of time and energy studying you, I watched you, I kept watching you. I want to see the day when you are full of flaws , but you never did. You run like the most ingenious machine, and nothing can go wrong." A youthful smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he said, "But I Now I find that there is one person who can do it."

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"Yesenin! Yesenin!" A man strode into the yard, shouting the name of the mistress of the house.

The man's name was Maxime Roseller, a policeman from the homicide department, who was always in the middle of the bullets, fighting wits and courage with armed gangsters and perverted killers.Although he was over fifty years old, he had bushy eyebrows and eagle eyes, and a tall build. He looked to be in his forties at most.

However, he has been caught in a middle-aged crisis in recent days and cannot extricate himself-his wife with severe menopausal symptoms complains all day long, a pair of rebellious children who refuse to obey his discipline at all, colleagues ostracize him, his boss makes things difficult, and a serial killer in his hand has no progress... …

There is also the most difficult problem for him to talk about, that is, he can't have sex.

That day, the man was still having formulaic sex with his wife, listening to her yelling loudly and excitedly like a buffalo from time to time, and from time to time drooping the corners of her ugly mouth full of saliva, mocking and scolding him.He moved his hips mechanically, thrusting his cock, and finally let out in that terrible noise, and he couldn't get an erection again after that.

This time, he made a special trip to find his good friend whom he had known for many years, and asked her for help.

A piece of lily-of-the-valley bloomed vigorously in the flowerbed, and a deck chair was placed very close to the flowers.

Even though he was only facing the back of the reclining chair, Rosseler could still see a person lying on it.So the middle-aged man strode forward and shouted loudly, "Yesenin, are you here? I'm here to ask for your help. I've been in a bad situation lately—"

Hearing the yelling that was getting closer, a head lolled out from behind the lounge chair——

Rosseler was startled, and immediately froze in place like a sudden brake.

That's how he saw a young girl wrapped in a blanket.She has a face as delicate as a rose, long light brown hair hanging down her pale skin, but her lips are as red as blood.

The noon sun was very strong, but her whole body seemed to be surrounded by a heavy sun, covered with a layer of tulle, looking at the people with ignorant and innocent eyes, with a sleepy and lazy smell, as if she was lying on the bed just now. Sleep in the sun.

His eyes were completely captured by this dreamlike and uninspiring beauty.A man in his fifties, a policeman who was born and died, was so at a loss in front of a girl with only one face exposed, his face flushed with embarrassment.He was annoyed at his rashness, and immediately opened his mouth to spit out inappropriate and stupid words.

"You... are you Ye Yin? My God! I didn't expect you to grow so big!" Rosselle stammered, and reached out her hand to gesticulate in front of her chest, "The last time I saw you, you just So tall, although you have always been a beautiful girl, but now you are so beautiful...too dazzling..."

There was no shyness and reserve that a young girl should have when accepting compliments. The girl laughed silently, with neat and beautiful white teeth.

"Where is your mother? I'm your Uncle Maxim. I wrote last month that I would visit." Rossel took a few steps forward and asked, "Where is she?"

The girl on the recliner shook her head, then wrapped herself in a blanket and stood up.

Rosselle was extremely surprised for a moment, this girl with such a beautiful face was actually taller than herself.

She walked towards the stranger, with steps that seemed odd at first glance.It's like wearing a heavy fetter on one foot, while the other foot is always going to dance.

"Please forgive me for not wearing clothes." With a manly voice with a strange tone, the "girl" wrapped the blanket around her body tighter, and smiled at the stunned man in front of her, "And I'm not a girl either. "