cry of a butterfly

"The preacher and the devil are destined not to be together." Seeing that her husband didn't respond, the woman put her arms around his neck, and then said, "I hate Brenda, she helped you take my child, that damn Bitch! From that moment on, I thought about killing her, so when I knew they didn't want to be beaten by the Minister of Defense, I immediately encouraged Fan Tangsheng to find someone to kill them... Seeing that woman being sexually assaulted , was killed, buried, I was so happy! I suddenly came to the inspiration, I want to kill all the women who have an affair with you! I hate those women, you never took me as a wife, thinking of you and The scene of them having sex in bed makes me feel so much pain. But Fan Tangsheng is selfish, coy and incompetent, he is greedy for my body, but he is unwilling to take risks again and again for things that have nothing to do with him, so I have to find someone else to help."

"So you found Redding," Compael seemed not surprised, "you seduced him, captured him, and made him a scapegoat."

"The man who cried bitterly in front of the police was just a porter, and the real murderer was your stupid son." Brigitte laughed, and her red lips lightly pressed against the man's ear. Sick and deformed, they have some kind of weird and disgusting relationship behind your back, I found that she always teased him and didn't let him get it, laughed at him cruelly and tortured him time and time again... This little boy is so lonely and Fear, longing to avenge you, but also longing to be loved and protect the one you love. So when you were not at home, I treated him tenderly like a mother, slowly he really regarded me as his mother, I told him you Those mistresses of yours are very likely to become your sixth wife, and at that time, I will go crazy like your previous wives, or die... Fortunately, he believed it." The woman still held the sharp knife tightly in her hand, and with the back of the knife Gently rubbing the position of her husband's heart, "You are not the only one who knows how to manipulate other people's hearts. I have learned a lot from you... But what puzzles me is that your lovers disappeared one after another, and you didn't realize the weirdness of it." ?”

"Enya's piano teacher—forgive me for not remembering her name now," the cold tip of the knife slid into his heart, Compo didn't seem worried that he was about to be killed, he just smiled and said, "I saw her break off my Another sprig of lily of the valley was thrown away, and her elegant appearance didn't match her manner, so I decided to invite her to dinner."

The woman who was good at playing the piano later became one of the twelve corpses.

"Could it be that you want to kill her... kill them?" Her ex-husband's reaction was unexpected, and Brigitte's eyes widened in horror, "You didn't...know at all from the beginning?"

"Someone brushed the dust off my sleeves for me, and I don't really care who that person is." For those beautiful women who had been skin-to-skin with him, this pale and beautiful face showed no pity or regret at all. "I also thought about punishing you for your self-assertion, but then I felt that I should thank you—" The smile in his eyes was deeper and more tender, and Compo said, "Although you have brought me endless troubles, but It also brought me endless treasures."

He thought of his lover, and his cold, empty eyes instantly looked like a fertile flower bed in spring, or a full-bodied barn in autumn.

"Then...then you also know..." Brigitte stammered, and a crack seemed to appear on her delicate and flawless face, "Why did that deformed Conshock of yours insist on hiding the corpse in his own home?"

"'Reserve' is a person's instinct derived from hunger and fear. The more food he reserves, the more he can meet his psychological security needs, just like a squirrel collecting pine cones for the winter." After a pause, Compo said with a faint smile, " But he is my son after all, I can't expose him to anyone, I can only say this."

The woman was devastated, she thought she had committed the perfect crime and her husband was completely kept in the dark.

She raised her wrist with the knife, and wanted to die with the other party, but suddenly heard the sound of a car braking outside the window—Irene was also missing, and the taxi drove directly into the open gate.

Brigitte was really overjoyed, she didn't expect that important guest would appear at this time, and this soul-sweating last movement could be performed in front of his eyes!

Smiling sweetly at her husband, the woman drew a knife and stabbed her body, while shouting at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help me!"

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He looked like he was heartbroken, much like it.

"I...I don't want to draw a gun on you...but this is...it's..." Chu Hua pursed his lips in silence for a long time before he said again, "What do you want to say about this...the death of this woman? "

The young police detective opened his eyes without blinking and looked straight at the other party. The forensic doctor would reveal the truth of the deceased's death, but he still wanted to hear a word from him himself.He was confident that Compo would not lie to him, so the next sentence was more important than "I love you", it was related to the foundation of his life.

The atmosphere was tense and suffocating, and the air seemed to freeze.Only the clock ticked away, making a sound similar to wading a river.

A long river of time.

However, regarding Bi Ji's death, Compo did not make any excuses, just looked back at Chu Hua calmly, then got up and walked towards him.Without a cane, the lame footsteps are more slow, and there is only a feeling of trekking.

"This woman is dead, I just want to hear from you—"

"Hey, little guy," Compo stretched out his hand towards Chu Hua's face and said with a smile, "I won't hurt you..."

The man spread out his palm towards him, and slowly released his five fingers, but his eyes were burning slightly, full of a kind of gentle longing.Chu Hua suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

——Hi, I just want to get my cat back, I won't hurt you...

—Hey, little one, I won't hurt you...

——He imitated the hero of others, but inside his agile and brave body, he was guarding a terrible secret that could be broken at the touch of a touch...

——We met early in the morning, and it has been some time so far, but you forgot...

Dandelions and cats on the window sill, butterfly tattoos on the penis, a woman who fell to the ground, a childhood that never saw the light of day, a tall and strong policeman, a shadowy face of a teenager... Chu Hua was stunned, and the past was flying by In front of my eyes, it was like a gust of wind passing by a pool of heart that has refused to calm down for a long time.Until the end, the boy's face and the man's face in front of him strangely overlapped, forming a complete frame.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you..."

"You..." The gun in your hand shook twice, and then slowly put it down.There was a mist in front of Chu Hua's sight, and her thin lips trembled slightly, "You are..."

Suddenly there was a strange sound behind him, and the moment Compo turned his head, a gunshot rang out.

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Maybe it was the instinctive reaction of the body when she was on the verge of death, maybe it was the keen sense that the young police detective had put down the gun, and the woman who fell on the ground suddenly stood up again, stabbing her ex-husband with a knife——

Chu Hua raised his wrist in time to shoot, hitting the center of his eyebrows.

Bi Ji was really dead this time, Chu Hua threw away the gun, stepped forward, and threw herself into Kang Bo's arms.

Without speaking, he folded his arms tightly, wishing he could hug him with his life.

Brother Kang Enya and Irene were found in the wine cellar. Fortunately, they were stunned and tied up with drugs, and their lives were not in danger.All the smog became clear, and Kang Xiaoqi was sent back to the mental hospital. Of course, the current mental hospital is not the same as before, and he will receive careful care and the best treatment there.

Xiang Di's disability was inevitable, but what made him gratified was that Xiang Lai had received an invitation to make a film from a famous director, and all the hottest stars in the film industry acted for her. This girl was so flattered that she almost cried.

After the young police detective recovered completely, the lovers decided to take some time to travel, so that the ten "sex spots" they had set at the beginning could be realized one by one.But the first to bear the brunt, they went to Mrs. May's nursing home for the elderly.This is the first time after many years that Compo returned to the place where he was imprisoned for six full years. He swore that he would never set foot here again in his life.

The slender fingers gently slid across the slightly damp wall, and slid across the gorgeous or simple handwriting on it. The man gently closed his eyes, as if seeing the boy from before again.That boy once cried in endless long nights with his head in his arms. That boy once stood in front of the window for a long time, looking at the sea of ​​flowers through the narrow window.

The boy seemed to be himself.

Compo walked to the window and saw Chu Hua sitting surrounded by lily-of-the-valleys, playing chess with the elderly in the nursing home.The sun was like a gentle finger, gently stroking that beautiful and young face.It was probably intended to make the old man on the opposite side happy, and the young man resorted to that trick, which is not very clever, and secretly removed an important chess piece of his own in front of the opponent's face, so that the chess game of this confrontation would be balanced. .Not only that, but he also pretended to be thinking hard in front of the old man, scratching his scalp and messing up his short black and clean hair.

The acting was not bad, and the old man who didn't notice was smiling all over his face.

The sun was shining brightly, and the white lily of the valley rose like a tide.Compo did not leave Chu Hua's eyes for a moment, and Mrs. Mei who came up from behind him asked, "I have never asked you this question. But I do want to know, have you ever killed someone? Even if you didn't do it yourself, you can Have you ever used your intelligence to manipulate the consciousness of others, driving one innocent person after another into a desperate situation?"

"Positive consciousness changes reality, and negative consciousness surrenders to reality." Compo shook his head with a smile, and said noncommittally, "I don't want to be rude in front of you, but these are old things."

The elegant and dignified old woman smiled knowingly, and turned her gaze to the little police detective surrounded by flowers, "Does he think of you?"

"I don't know." After the shooting that day, they had a tacit understanding and never mentioned it again.

"You didn't ask him?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. As you say, true beneficence needs no gratitude."

"What about you? Is your soul still in the impasse of the invisible light?"

"For me," he turned his head to look at the old woman beside him, and then returned his gaze to Chu Hua - the kid played chess with no distractions, as if he didn't notice the gaze from his lover at all.The sun shines on this pale and beautiful face, and Compa smiled slightly, "My sun rises every day when he wakes up in my arms. I am very grateful."

Time will bury all good and evil, only my love for you will last forever.

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