cry of a butterfly

"When you read this letter, I may be dead. Now I am a woman who stepped into the honeycomb. While enduring the stinging pain of the vertebral (cone) heart, the shadow of death is getting closer and closer. He Is a perfect (impeccable) murderer, a total psychopath, although now you certainly don't want to admit it, you don't remember being a cop, but if you stink (puff) yourself from the crazy obsession Stay away for a moment, look around, and you will find that the ghosts of those dead women are always around you..."

Chu Hua thought he was not Zweig, and this unsigned handwritten note did not come from a strange woman.After reading only a few lines of words, Chu Hua guessed that the letter should be written by Bi Ji.The French supermodel is obviously not very proficient in Chinese. She can write French and English with round and smooth lines, but it is difficult for people to associate it with a tall and bright woman.Not to mention immature handwriting, frequent mistakes in the choice of words and sentences are difficult to cast into the elegance of art.

The letter paper exudes a faint fragrance, as if it has been carefully sprayed with perfume.Quite hypocritical.

"A thank you letter from the girl I rescued last time. It's a pity, I thought it was a love letter." Randomly mixing the pink envelope with a bunch of advertising leaflets and reminder letters, Chu Hua burst into tears as soon as he opened his mouth He lied, he didn't want Tu Yuming to know who wrote the letter for no reason.

The scar-faced police detective has always been careless, and never noticed the sudden haze between his partner's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and continued to express his worries about Xiang Di with a sad face, as well as his earnest feelings that seemed to be unrequited.

"Is it the head of your fucking neck?! Such an obvious answer, impress him, if you can't impress him, hit him again!" This frizzy guy is not only a listener with a smile on his face, but also gives it seriously. The other party suggested, "Don't treat the person you like with the attitude of playing tickets."

The pear vortex was sweet and greasy, and his eyes smiled into a cute crescent shape, but his heart was already surging.

After finally pushing and shoving Tu Yuming away, Chu Hua continued to take out Bi Ji's letter to read——

"If you've ever met Compaq's former gardener, you know that the pain of being stung by a needle is not an exaggeration. The poor man got so drunk one day that he trampled Compaq's beloved He vomited on those beautiful white flowers, and later pulled off his pants to pee. Then one day, as if in the dark, the guy suddenly stumbled and fell into a ground beehive on the mountain. You must It is impossible to imagine a man who was stung to death by swarms of bees while another man was sitting in the garden sipping tea gracefully. The afternoon sun fell on his long light brown hair and eyelashes, and he was as beautiful as an elf.

But Compo is such a man, he draws out a sharp knife and walks towards you, you still want him to go faster, faster.I think the poor man must have forgiven him in heaven for taking his own life so slowly (casually).Just like when he took the child in my womb, I forgave him after all.

Bloody reality is not worth a pair of sweet lips.I can't live without him.

But now he wants to leave me, for you.

I have no doubts about his love for you, perhaps because of this, only you in this world can arrest him.I've done some research these days, gathered some evidence - all those days in the same bed together have given me a sense of him, that the horrible things he's done aren't all flawless after all.But Compo will not allow anyone to throw him into the cell again, let alone let others stir your thoughts.I feel that my life has come to an end, and my body is about to be displayed in that cold wine cellar.I don't know if I am still alive when you read this letter, and I don't know if it is enough to point out the murderer who may have killed me, but at this moment I really want to interview you urgently.

Yours sincerely.

well. "

"There must be something wrong with her! Women are so good at lusting, so I don't like women!"

The doctor patrolling the room as usual saw the young police detective angrily throwing a pink letter on the bed. If it wasn't for the pain from the wound, he would have jumped into a rage and hit the ceiling with his head.

Chu Hua was completely unaware that another policeman had received such a similar letter, and after going through a complicated psychological struggle, that policeman finally burned the letter by accident.Mr. Detective comforted himself in a serious manner. This woman must be alarmist. An abandoned woman will always desperately want to discredit her husband. A neurotic model who has been troubled by anorexia for many years should have delusions of persecution disease.Chu Hua wanted to put the letter in his hand several times, but every time he stopped abruptly, and put his hand down again sullenly.

This went back and forth several times, and the envelope was crumpled.

He wanted to be silent, but also wanted to shout. Suddenly he had the most eloquent tongue, and suddenly he refused to bet because he was too afraid of failure, becoming the most decadent and cowardly gambler.

Chu Hua finally remembered that he still had Bi Ji's contact information, and after dawdling for a while, he still called her.

But the phone never got through.

Regardless of the doctor's repeated reminders to be careful of the wound, the detective who hung up the wire pulled up the quilt to cover his head in great annoyance, his body still arching inward.The quilt was arched into a high hillock, and a muffled voice came from inside, "I am Pinocchio who is distraught, and I intend to deceive, but the whole world is looking at my nose to gloat!"

After that, there was no sound, as if peacefully falling into a dream.

After more than ten minutes of long, suffocating silence, the guy on the bed suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped up by himself.

"Damn it!" Cursing viciously, Chu Hua put on his gun and decided to visit the notorious wine cellar.

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Before Compo left the hospital, he received a call from the mental hospital, and his son Kang Xiaoqi was taken away by his ex-wife without permission.

After hanging up the phone, he thought for a while and called the boarding school where Conya was. As expected, Conya was also taken away by Brigitte.

Compa couldn't help laughing, this woman won't let it go.

On the table were empty plates, empty glasses, four sets of knives and forks, a bottle of wine from his own estate, but no food.In this place where a family of four often dine together, the woman is sitting upright, dressed up and heavily made up, as glamorous and grand as a bush of roses in bloom.

"where are they?"

"A family reunion of four, how wonderful." Brigitte smiled charmingly at her ex-husband, picked up a sharp knife of appalling size, and cut at the empty plate, "They haven't been home for a long time, Desperately wanted to see you and you kept coming, so they all went to bed."

Compa pulled out his chair and sat down, looking at his wife who had already parted ways with a half-smile, without making a sound.

"This beef liver is very fresh, and it's been properly marinated." After cutting out of thin air for a while, Brigitte finally stopped, raised her head and asked, "Would you like some?"

Compo slightly narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Brigitte pretended to taste the non-existent "beef liver", and met her husband's gaze with a smile, "I know what you are thinking, you want to attack me , hypnotize me, drive me crazy."

"No," Compa shook his head again and said with a smile, "you're already crazy."

The woman laughed sharply, got up and walked to her husband.

"You don't like this troublesome pair of siblings. Wouldn't it be better if they disappeared from now on?" Brigitte approached Compo from behind, and used the tip of a knife to pry open his lapel.Sliding the snake-like dexterous arm, slender fingers groped for the skin of his heart, "We haven't made love for a long time."

The lips covered with bright lipstick covered the man's innate blood red lips, and his fingers kept rubbing his chest.

"They are really troublesome, but I am their father." Compo didn't move, but turned his face slightly to avoid his ex-wife's kiss, "You have already obtained wealth that many people can't get in their lifetime, why don't you just stop here."

"I don't know, maybe it's because you gave me a lot of wealth so that I can do whatever I want, or maybe it's because what a woman really wants is always love."

Compa smiled disapprovingly, but still just asked, "Where are they?"

Using the tip of the knife to open the other's shirt further, the woman didn't make a sound, but bent down to get close to the man's body.

Still holding the knife in her hand, Brigitte entangled herself with Compo, while greedily seeking the back of his ears, neck and larynx, while impatiently moving her lips to other parts of his body.

The skin was still pale white with a feeling of freezing, but there were many blood scabs on the shoulders and back, as if the flawless silk and satin would leave spots of burn marks after the kiss of the flames.When Brigitte saw these traces, she froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed shrillly, "I thought you were omnipotent...but you will get hurt repeatedly because of him..."

Neither responding nor refusing, Compo looked sideways at the face that looked like a peach, and heard her continue, "But even if you do everything for him, it won't help, he will never really trust you. A corpse, A single accusation or even a few pages of letters can destroy your existing intimacy, and the preacher and the devil are doomed not to be together."

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"Help! Help me!"

After a cry for help, a woman screamed loudly for tens of seconds.Chu Hua, who had just jumped out of the taxi, heard the terrible cry, so he drew his pistol without thinking.

The taxi driver asked timidly if he needed to call the police.

Mr. Police Detective yelled, "I am the policeman," and strode away towards the place where the yelling came from.

When the detective opened the door and entered, he saw his lover, sitting there with a face of silence, while the woman who had written the letter had already fallen face down in a pool of blood.

There was a smell of blood in the air. The man's shirt was open, and blood was splashed on his hair, face and even his half-bared chest.The cane was out of his hand, and the bloody knife fell to the ground in front of his knees.

"You...you killed her..." He stared at the tragic scene in front of him, but after hesitating for only a third of a second, Chu Hua picked up the pistol instinctively and pointed it at Kang again. Bo, "I'm asking you, did you kill her?!"

Hearing his lover's sharp questioning, Compo slowly turned his face away, looking very tired.Baptized by the warm blood, the pale and cold skin seemed to be translucent.He stared at him with a slight frown, the sockets of his eyes were more intensely red, and his eyelashes cast a sentimental shadow.

Chu Hua's heart trembled for no reason, and even the hand holding the gun trembled violently.This man had seen this look himself, and not just on the yacht where they first had sex.

He looked like he was heartbroken, much like it.

The author has something to say:

Also, regarding Compo’s completely forgotten housekeeper Leiding, the author will ask Han Zha to kill him at the beginning of the article == In fact, he plays a very important role in the original outline, but we know that the outline is used for Abandoned...

Therefore, the previous chapters will be slightly modified, which will not affect the reading, and the focus now is obviously - Huahua, you are here again! ! !