cry of a butterfly

Before being knocked down, Tu Yuming was expressing his worry to Di, "I'm very worried that that kid Chu Hua will mess around. After Marilyn's death, he completely lost control. I went to that paparazzi's house to find him a few days ago." , but instead saw Chu Hua, he blocked the door of that man's house angrily, saying that he would teach him a lesson, which alarmed all the neighbors!"

Xiang Di was about to pour a cup for Tu Yuming when he suddenly heard the man behind him groan, followed by a heavy fall to the ground.

His head hit the ground heavily, and Tu Yuming was lying on his back, seemingly unconscious.

When he turned around, he found a completely unfamiliar old man standing behind him, and Xiang Di looked at him in shock. It was unbelievable that a policeman would be easily brought down by an old man without any power to fight back.Just as Xiang Diwu was shaking, there were waves of cane hitting the ground in a gentle rhythm from behind the old man, accompanied by a man's voice without pitch ups and downs, "This is not the first time that Mr. Detective has been shot by isoflurane Putting the ether down, Rodman was a national athlete."

Xiang Lai was watching soap operas in another room, even if she was dying, it could not affect her good mood.Crazy laughter drifted over from time to time, and Compo turned his head slightly to his driver, "I want to talk to this gentleman alone."

Rodman went to the room where Xiang Lai was in knowingly, and was called by the man behind him before he stepped out of the door.

"Rodman," the old man responded, and Compa gave him a charming smile, "Please be gentle with the lady."

After 1 minute, the crazy laughter was inaudible.

Not being rudely attacked by Tu Yuming, the woman with plump breasts and slender waist lay flat on the bed, like a princess living in a dream in a fairy tale.

Unable to hear her sister's movement, Xiang Di frowned, and looked up at her without saying a word.

The visitor sat down and smiled, "Are you going to keep the injured guest standing?"

"I should have come to the door in person to thank you for your kindness." Glancing at Mr. Detective, who was soundly asleep, the handsome young man also smiled, "This place is safe. I don't know how to express my gratitude to you ?”

Leaning his head back slightly, Compo stretched out his fingers and tapped his lips, a narrow smile appeared on his lips, "I only know one way to repay."

There was a lover relationship between them for a short period of time, and Xiangdi naturally leaned his head towards him—just when the two were about to touch their lips, the man turned his head to the side again, blocking the kiss that the other party sent proactively with his fingers , "I just want you to buy me a drink."

Xiang Di obediently stood up to pour the wine again, not showing any embarrassment at all, just jokingly said, "I thought you liked me."

"Indeed," Compo took the wine glass handed over by the other party and took a sip, "I like well-bred people."

"But you obviously don't only like well-educated people." Xiang Di paused for a while, and hurriedly added, "There is absolutely no malice in saying that, and I like Chu Hua very much." He knew something about their relationship, and he knew him Why did the bleeding wound on the shoulder come from? He continued without flattery, "You have huge wealth and the admiration of countless beauties. I think this trauma is nothing to you."

After drinking the wine in the glass, the man smiled again, and said without taking the other party's words, "I want to ask you for help."

Guessing that what the other party wanted to do was related to that police detective, Xiang Di thought for a while and said, "Then, I want to borrow some money from you."

"No."

Xiang Di was slightly taken aback, "You refuse me without asking how much or when I will return it?"

"I'm a businessman, and I have the ability to judge how much return an investment can get. But in you, I can hardly see it."

Xiang Di still tried to justify, "But you once spent a lot of money for Chu Hua, spending one hundred thousand dollars overnight."

"I still believe -- to use a bad metaphor, that will be the most profitable transaction of my life."

"Even if he shot you?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "It's too unwise to bargain with the devil."

Xiang Di replied almost without thinking, "It is not wise to ask the cowherd for help."

Compo narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at the young man's eyes for a long time through the shadow of his long eyelashes. He was impressed by the composure of risking everything, so he nodded generously and agreed, "I will fund a movie for you My sister is the leading actress, and the hottest stars are invited to act as her supporting role."

This time it was the young man's turn to be stunned and speechless for a long time.But after a long period of silence between the two sides, he heard the other party say again, "I appreciate that you are so obsessed with your sister's dream, but there is no free lunch in this world. Your reward is no longer as simple as a glass of wine."

After about half an hour of visiting, the guests left.Tu Yuming hadn't woken up from the effect of isoflurane, and Xiang Lai was still half asleep.

Looking at the scar-faced detective lying on the ground, Xiang Di cautiously groped into her sister's room and sat by her bed.

Knowing that the other party couldn't hear him, he still asked seriously, "Do you remember why you came here?"

"Looking for a man, in order to find a man..." Xiang Lai turned over, "It would be nice to find a policeman..."

In the darkness, the man's face with the big scar under his eyes flashed away. He covered the quilt for his sister, smiled softly at Di and said, "But I remember."

Like sinking to the bottom of the sea with that distant dream, after hundreds of millions of years of natural selection, he had flippers and gills, and it was impossible for him to set foot on the old road again.

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Except for the solitary night watchman and the bats all over the sky, midnight in the suburbs is extremely sleepy.In the flower garden, the shadows of lilies of the valley are flickering, and the wind will rustle when the wind blows.

The woman knows that her husband is back.His steps have always been very light, but the sound of the silver cane hitting the ground is always clear and distinct in the silent night.

The curtains were thick, and the whole room was opaque.Brigitte standing at the door knew that Compaq was sitting inside, but she could barely see him—he seemed to have merged with the darkness.

The high heels are shouting, and the echoes are following.

In order to avoid bumping into obstacles like table corners, the woman tried to turn on the light, but heard a man's voice, "I don't need light."

Brigitte cautiously approached the vague figure, "Even if you don't need it, it's always there, isn't it?"

In the dark, Compo lit the cigar in his hand and guided his wife with the faint light of the match.

"If you are blind, if your visual organs are deprived of their basic talents, for you, there will be no light in the world, only an electromagnetic wave that you can no longer perceive."

"Can I understand that without the policeman, you wouldn't feel the pain?" The French woman had already approached her husband, and her slender fingers gently brushed the gunshot wound on his shoulder. He asked in a gloating tone, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Compa took a puff of his cigar and smiled as he exhaled the mellow smoke, "Yes, it hurts."

"I want to beg you for a chance to start again, without those troublesome siblings, maybe we can have a child of our own..." Fingers gently stroked the man's face, tracing out the charming outline little by little , and then swam towards his body, larynx, shoulders and chest... Crazy love made her unable to win this battle with him from the beginning, the woman slowly knelt in front of her husband, rubbing her face back and forth on his knees, "You are so beautiful..."

Compo also gave back to his wife with the same gentle gesture, his cold fingertips slowly brushing over the puppet-like flawless face.

"You are so beautiful, elegant, and full of terrifying wisdom... You shouldn't be sad for that little policeman... He is vulgar, mean, and dirty, and he can open his legs to any man—" The voice did not escape, the original The gentle cruising hand suddenly grabbed her neck.

It was a kind of rudeness that had never been seen before, which was contrary to a gentleman, and it almost strangled the slender throat in his hand on the spot.

"Even Napoleon, it is impossible to indulge Josephine unconditionally." Compa smiled slightly and let go of his wife, and once again cruising her throat with his long and narrow fingers—that kind of icy blade-like touch, It makes women feel the fear of having their throats cut.After a long while of stroking like a prey, he pinched his wife's beautiful chin, leaned over to her ear and asked, "I want absolute loyalty, can you do it?"

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The morning sun was still embellishing the sky, and Chu Hua woke up.The homeless man next to him had disappeared with his organ. He raised his arm and smelled it, and couldn't help but frown in disgust. The smell from the homeless man's sleeping bag was indeed Not very pleasant.

He wanted to see Compo right away, but he decided to go home first, clean himself up before driving to the suburbs.

A passer-by saw Mr. Inspector coming out from under the homeless bridge, and hurried away in fear of avoiding it.

Chu Hua didn't care, thinking, anyway, Compo would be willing to take such a self into his arms.

But that person is still an extremely neat and elegant gentleman, a sickly deformed perfectionist... This is a paradox in itself, isn't it?

At dawn, Chu Hua was already in his lover's manor.I realize that I am really not cute these days, so I am eager to see each other very urgently.Before he finished admiring the suburban scenery hanging upside down on the branches, he let go of his awkward self-esteem, and with some wonderful mood that seemed to make the seeds germinate, he couldn't wait to ring the doorbell.

For a long time no one came to answer.

Chu Hua slammed the iron door and shouted loudly, "Compo! Compo!"

The black maid Irene was startled out of the door by the noise, but once she saw someone coming, she immediately turned around and left.

"Hey! Don't go! Don't go!"

The number of times she saw him was no more than five times. Although she held up a shotgun twice and planned to blow the boy to pieces, it has to be said that one of the meetings was a deep impression that she could recall for the rest of her life——

That day, she took Rosseler's car, followed Compo's instructions, and went to that low-class community that was not much better than a slum, and brought him freshly baked low-sugar cakes for breakfast.Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened with the cake on the silver plate, a guy wrapped in a bathrobe jumped out of the bathroom and ran to her.

After a hasty glance at the room, Irene couldn't help but feel distressed. This guy's residence is dirty and messy. How could Compo, who is extremely particular about everything, be willing to spend the night in this place.

Wrinkling her beautiful nose towards the tempting cake, Chu Hua immediately grinned and reached out to grab it—Irene groaned and removed the tray in her hand, insisting that the cake on the plate was for the owner.

He didn't grab breakfast for two times, Chu Hua suddenly pursed his thin lips, held on to one side of the skirt with both hands, and opened the bathrobe in an extremely rascally gesture - he showed his naked body big, like An exhibitionist who often haunts street corners.

Just right white chest muscles, narrow waist, flat belly... The guy in front of him was completely naked, and the unmarried black girl didn't dare to look down, and raised her hand to cover her eyes with a scream.

"Thank you!"

Squinting his eyes to make people smile, Chu Hua quickly bent over and lifted the silver plate that was about to fall to the ground with extreme agility, and then picked up the dropped cakes into the plate one by one.

Grabbing a cake and stuffing it into his mouth, Mr. Detective held up the silver tray like a waiter, and walked away happily writhing his buttocks amidst the girl behind him scolding.

"Hey! Don't go!" With the pitiful eyes of a wounded deer, Mr. Detective stretched his arm through the iron gate and waved at Irene, "Don't go!"

Even if he had been naked in front of her, even if Compo's gunshot wound was not too serious, she did not intend to forgive this young man who drew a gun and committed a murder.

Seeing that the other party was going to shut himself out of the door, Mr. Detective looked up at the three-meter-high gate—the carved fence that seemed unattainable to others seemed like a piece of cake to him.He took a few steps back, ran up, jumped up, climbed, and even jumped down easily, landing in front of that black girl in one go.

Irene's eyes widened and she whimpered, hoping that the nearby farmers would follow the sound and tie up the brat and teach him a lesson.

"A gentle woman is more pleasing than a beautiful woman. You already have slender thighs and a beautiful face, why don't you develop a good temper to make yourself even better?"

Hearing this compliment with pretty eyebrows and sweet tone, Irene, who suddenly remembered the naked body that day, couldn't help but blush. Fortunately, the dark complexion covered up the unreasonable shyness, and did not teach the other party's complacent look Intensified.

"Tell me, where did Compo go?" The detective continued to hold the black girl's hand flatteringly, and said in a coquettish tone, "Look, I didn't bring a gun this time, when I see Compo , I will obediently stay still, and let you give me a shuttle!"

Seeing the other party bending over and standing up full of anger, looking left and right, as if he was really looking for a weapon to attack, Chu Hua hurriedly stepped back and waved his hands, "No, no, no! Not now..." He narrowed his crescent eyes and pears burst out Vortex, with a seductive smile, "Besides, you can't break me, Compo is reluctant."

Unable to resist the other party's stubbornness, Irene searched around and picked up a short tree branch.You never need paper and pen to communicate with the owner Compa, but not with this detective Mr. who you don't know at all.She squatted down and wrote a word on the mud: travel.

"Travel? He's gone?" Chu Hua was taken aback for a moment, and then asked after a while, "When?"

The other party wrote another word on the ground: early morning.

"Where did he go?"

Eileen shrugged, saying she didn't know.

"When does he come back?"

Eileen still shrugged.

"So . . . did he go with his wife?"

Erin nodded this time.

Mr. Detective's originally sweet mood suddenly fell to the bottom. He was ready to try everything to beg for forgiveness, but in the end he chewed and swallowed a mouthful of bitter wax.