cry of a butterfly

When Chu Hua was lying on Kang Bo's lap, he had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to his childhood.

As a child, he pushed open the door, and a strange teenager in a white shirt attacked his mother—the woman was unable to speak because her throat was strangled, but she stretched out an arm towards herself and cast a look of help.

Chu Hua saw the eight-year-old boy's eyes widen as if his soul had come out of his body, and seemed to have twitched his lips, but in the end he chose not to say a word.

The woman fell to the ground with her hateful eyes wide open. Just at this moment, several clumps of light penetrated the windows blocked by layers of newspapers and wooden strips, weaving warp and weft in front of his eyes.

The warmth and brightness that he had never felt before made his eye sockets moistened by darkness for a long time.

Chu Hua saw the boy who killed his mother walk towards the stunned eight-year-old boy, put his palm up in front of his eyes, and said softly, "Hi."

The young man's face was shrouded in a hazy halo, but Chu Hua felt that the other party seemed familiar.Or, they are going to get to know each other after all.

"Hey, little guy, I won't hurt you..."

The gentle voice sounded beside the ears, and the boy in the halo moved closer, and the palm he handed out almost touched the boy's cheek——

Just when Chu Hua was about to see the face of the boy in the white shirt, a sharp siren woke him up from his dream.

Once he woke up, the dream that had come from within had faded into gray and old, as if it had been deliberately erased from his consciousness.Because he couldn't see the boy's face clearly in the dream, Chu Hua got up very frustrated.These days, when he hears the siren, he will have a very strong reflex behavior. He will have a rapid heartbeat, a cold sweat, and rush to find a place to hide.

Compo is not around, and the sky outside the window is still dark.

Chu Hua stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and a man just happened to meet him.

Mr. Detective's eyes widened in disbelief, and the other party was taken aback when he saw him, and then immediately made a laughing gesture and was about to leave.

"Stop!" Chu Hua rushed to the other party in a few steps, blocking his way, "Why are you here?"

Verhoeven closed his teeth and spread his hands, indicating that he had nothing to say.

"I'll beat you, why don't you say it!" Chu Hua waved his fist, trying to intimidate the jovial lawyer in front of him with force - Verhoeven, who was startled, immediately covered his nose with his hand, and his nose is still An unsightly bruise remained.This kid's head is too hard, and he has been shameless for a long time since his nose was scratched after we met last time.

But as soon as Chu Hua opened his posture and wanted to be rough, he bowed down and hummed due to the multiple wounds he had touched.

Verhoeven straightened up in relief, and complacently planned to leave.

The wounded young man looked at the other party's triumphant expression and frowned. Before the other party left, a pair of clear eyes suddenly lit up.Chu Hua took a step forward, and with a particularly sweet smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to touch the other's crotch - Verhoeven could only see the smile on the handsome face in front of him deepening and enlarging, and a stream of heat passing from the crotch Immediately flooded his brain, and his ears roared.

He was stunned for nearly a minute before he thought of pushing the wanton opponent away.

"You...what do you mean?"

"You're very sensitive!" Chu Hua looked down with a smirk on his face, pointed at the lower body of the man in front of him with his beautiful thin lips - the stimulation between his fingers just now had made him visibly excited, his legs A hill rose from the base.

Verhoeven's face was flushed, and he was extremely embarrassed, because he had no strength to resist a gay's teasing.

"I'll tell Compo that you were rough on me just now. You've been plotting against me since we met at the police station. You want to fuck me." Chu Hua suddenly tore off his shirt, revealing A fair chest and two lovely pink nipples.Under the dumbfounded gaze of the lawyer, he raised his voice and shouted, "Compo!"

"Hey...the boss is talking to his wife, what are you calling him for?"

"If you plan to keep silent to me, then you have to think about it now, how to explain your current situation to Compo..." Chu Hua squeezed out a sweet smile, then pointed at the other party's erect penis, "The current... this state..."

"You, you...don't yell!" Verhoeven was really taken aback. He had been employed by this extremely rich man for many years, and he had also heard about his weirdness.

But Chu Hua refused to give up, and still raised his neck and shouted loudly: "Kang Bo! Kang—uh..."

"Don't yell! Don't yell! Do you want me to be unloaded into pieces?!" Verhoeven stepped forward and covered half of Chu Hua's face, leaving only those two big black eyes, flapping Blinking and blinking at himself with long eyelashes.

Knowing that the other party was covered in injuries and it was difficult to resist, Fan Howen's heart was softened by the pitiful eyes, but as soon as he let go, Chu Hua immediately shouted again: "Kang——"

This guy is sweet and rascally!

"Okay! Alright!" Hurriedly covering the other party's mouth again, the lawyer had no choice but to disarm the wild boy dejectedly, "I'll tell you everything I know! Don't yell, don't yell!"

"I have to apologize to you. I beat you up last time because I was eager to get out of trouble. It was a last resort." Chu Hua buttoned up his shirt with satisfaction, and turned to look at Verhoeven, who had a bitter face after a false alarm. .After looking up and down carefully, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked at the other party seriously and said, "I can tell from your eyes... Actually, you really want to fuck me, right?"

Verhoeven couldn't help rolling his eyes, and even more couldn't help punching the kid in front of him, which made him cry out in pain.

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All the media were broadcasting the news about Fan Tangsheng, like obituaries announcing the world one after another. The murder of the deputy chief of the police station could not be easily concealed.

The enthusiastic president's daughter arranged a place for them, and Brigitte didn't think her husband would be interested in such a young girl.What's more, when they first met, the other party was also very rude.For all his good manners and forgiving measure, he never liked having his handicap pointed out so bluntly.

Except for one person, only the little police detective seemed to be able to run wild on him with impunity.

"I have done exactly what you said. I called Fan Tangsheng and lied to him that there was a problem with my business here, and that Michael had defected..." Brigitte brushed her husband's shoulder with her fingers, and there was a faint look in her eyes. With some tears, "I expressed my absolute loyalty to you, but you actually want to leave me..."

"This is the best condition you can get, as my compensation to you." Compo lightly moved his fingers, pushed a stack of documents on the table to his wife's eyes, and said with a smile, "Think about your previous exes, It's worth popping champagne."

"I won't let a murderer take my husband away!" The French beauty took out her phone and yelled out of control, "I'm going to call the police now!"

With trembling hands, Brigitte moved to the key of the phone in her hand. Before she finished dialing the alarm number, her hand was suddenly hit by a silver light.

The phone in his hand hit the ground, leaving a tragic bloodstain on the soft and boneless white back of his hand.

"I apologize for my rudeness," Compo put his cane on the ground again, leaned slightly towards the other party and lowered his head, kissing two rose-like red lips.His posture is still elegant, but the deeply frowning expression is full of warning, "But if you try to disturb his sleep again, I won't mind strangling your neck with my own hands—even if it seems rude and unreasonable to me." brutal."

The woman was shocked by her husband's never-before-serious attitude, and it took a long time before she got up and left with sharp steps.

"You are harboring fugitives." The French supermodel who refused to back down suddenly stopped before stepping out of the door, turned her head and said with a sneer, "You want to kick me away after you use me, that's impossible! I don't want to Your property can only end if you die together."

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After his wife rushed out the door, the man sat alone for a while. He could clearly see some things that happened many years ago, as clearly as opening a diary left in the corner of memory.

It's like seeing the first love letter yellowed at the bottom of the box to see the rain and sunshine again.

Dragging a bloody leg, the boy who crawled a long distance was taken back to the mental hospital again.His mutilated and exhausted body did not receive the mercy of the doctor, and he suffered another cruel electric shock because he tried to escape repeatedly.

His thin body was still twitching, and white saliva was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

The head nurse, Mrs. Mei, walked in. She always couldn't bear this beautiful and kind boy, but she couldn't stop the atrocities committed by the dean and those doctors.She once saw him holding a handful of clear water to wash an old man full of feces, and she also saw him trying to help a female patient who was gang-raped by a doctor-he wanted to expose all kinds of things in the mental hospital to the visiting governor. He committed evil deeds, but was framed by the doctors as the most serious mental patient, and he was shocked with electric shocks time and time again.

Mrs. Mei put a bouquet of lily of the valley flowers beside the boy's pillow, and in the faint fragrance of the flowers, she also brought the sad news to the boy. His leg would never recover, and he would be lame for life.

His eyes didn't blink for a long time, the boy looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly asked, "Where is God?"

"There is no God." The woman shook the boy's hand and shook her head, "Son, there is no God."

"Then why am I still alive?" The dark night will never end, and the suffering is infinitely long.The young man slowly turned his head to look at the woman sitting by the bed, and said in a pleading voice, "Please...kill me...please...get rid of me..."

"I cannot deprive a man of his life, just as darkness cannot deprive the eyes of hope as long as the light of tomorrow rises."

"Hope..." The boy turned his gaze to the ceiling above his head again. He couldn't see God, and naturally he couldn't see the dawn, "Where is it?"

Mrs. Mei still held the boy's hand vigorously, and said with flushed eyes, "Think about the boy you saved."

"Really..." The pale and beautiful young man on the hospital bed suddenly turned up his mouth mockingly, "More than half of the people who were sexually abused in childhood will have different degrees of psychological disorders, and a considerable proportion of them will become mentally ill after they grow up. For more serious offenders, cognitive attribution theory will make them besieged by negative self-evaluation and shame, and post-traumatic stress disorder will make them distort their self-concept and stimulate their inner shadows to commit cruel crimes against their own kind. offense……"

"Compo..." The woman tried to interrupt the boy's emotionless, reciting words, but instead heard him speak faster and faster.

"He will become inferior, cowardly, selfish and cruel, he will drink alcohol, take drugs, have no enthusiasm for life, and be full of hostility to the whole society..." The teenager closed his eyes, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, "such a person ...how is it worth my whole life for him..."

"No, he's worth it...he must be worth it..." Mrs. Mei also shed tears, but she still didn't let go of the other's hand, and just made seemingly meaningless words to this lifeless young man. Guaranteed, "He will be made flawless because you broke out of the morass, He will be born again because you shed your chrysalis, He will be just, brave, wise and good, He will make your guilt a heroic feat, He will make your all Suffering has meaning..."

"But... maybe he'll never know..."

"It doesn't matter if he knows or not? You don't need to expect to be appreciated for your true kindness... What's more, you will step out of here one day, and you will recognize him at a glance in the crowd..."

The boy named Compo didn't speak anymore, but turned his face to one side, looked at the bouquet of lilies of the valley on the pillow and smiled slightly.

He never said a word again.