madman

Zhou Xun lay on the bed, and after listening to Zhang Qi's words, he breathed weakly with his mouth open, his eye sockets were burning and painful, his eyelashes were trembling, and when they covered his lower eyelids, there were bursts of moisture, and finally tears filled the eye sockets, and the top of his head The outline of the chandelier also became several layers of weak shadows in front of my eyes.

The pain in Zhou Xun's heart made him unable to breathe. It turned out that the fool thought he was the one who hit the wound on his forehead.Even Wang Tian knew that for Lin Zhile, Zhou Xun was more important than his own life.

How could Lin Zhile think that he hit it himself?

How did the little boy live these years?In front of his grandma's grave, his understatement just whitewashed how much pain he had.

He said: Brother Xun, I'm sick, I have insomnia, I have hallucinations, I'm fine, the doctor said that I just need to take medicine.

He said: Brother Xun, help me this time.

The chandelier above his head suddenly turned on, and Zhou Xun's eyes, which had already adapted to the darkness, were stimulated. He frowned, closed his eyes, and the tears originally stored in his eye sockets flowed down the corners of his eyes, along his forehead, Flowed into the ears, flowed into the neck.

Zhang Qi looked at him, and laughed a few times, "I've changed my mind now, you don't need to take off your clothes, Lin Zhile should feel more distressed when you look like this now, I think you can stop talking to Lin Zhile in a hurry. Le said where are you, it's still early at night, let him look for it first, what do you think? Zhou Xun?"

Zhou Xun's chest heaved violently, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Guess, if he can't find you, will he go crazy like five years ago? What will happen to him after he goes crazy? Last time, I was beaten half to death by him...cough, cough..." Zhang Qi After finishing speaking, there was another violent cough, and a rumbling sound came out of his throat.

He slowed down, and continued: "I really can't bear a finger from him in my current state. But I really expect him to do that."

After Zhang Qi finished speaking, he took a close-up shot of Zhou Xun's face.

Zhou Xun was stabbed by the flash again, squinted his eyes subconsciously, then opened them suddenly, glanced to one side, looking at Zhang Qi who was sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed.

The person in the wheelchair is like a skeleton, but it is still covered with a layer of human skin, with sunken eye sockets, protruding eyeballs, distorted cheeks, pale complexion, and the skin on the neck is sickly yellow-brown before the end of life.

Zhou Xun shot Zhang Qi with deep and fiery eyes, wishing he could tear him apart, burn him, and blow him up.

"Don't look at me like that, can you still kill me with your eyes? I'm waiting for Lin Zhile," Zhang Qi grinned, the arc of his mouth was still the same as five years ago, and then continued: "The more you Look at me, and I feel happier."

Zhou Xun was still staring at him, without blinking.

Wang Tian came over and patted Zhang Qi's wheelchair, "Zhang Qi, I think you are a lunatic. What do you want to do? Do you want to die? If you want to die, I won't accompany you."

Zhang Qi rested his withered hands on the wheelchair, turned it a few times, and took a few steps back, "Wang Tian, ​​don't forget, I still have other things in my hand, if you don't listen to me, I'll kill you in the next second." People will expose everything about you. Now, give me your account number, and I will send you a sum of money immediately, 50, and the remaining 50. I will call you in time at dawn account."

Wang Tianli stood where he was, took a few deep breaths, glanced at Zhou Xun on the bed, and finally obediently gave him the account number, and within a few minutes he received a notification from the bank that he had received the account. He remained silent and did not ask any more questions.

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When Lin Zhile received the text message, she was driving to Zhou Xun's parking spot. The time was too short, they only found the location of Zhou Xun's car, and Lao Zhang was still checking other information.

With a ding from the phone, Lin Zhile guessed that the message must be about Zhou Xun, and the sound of her heart beating overwhelmed the sirens of vehicles passing by along the way.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, stepped on the brakes, and parked the car on the side of the road. After the car was parked, with one hand still on the steering wheel, he clicked on the text message with the other hand, and it was a multimedia message.

The MMS photo was found last week. His hair was disheveled and drenched with sweat, sticking to his head in strands, his brows were wrinkled in pain, his eyes were slightly closed, and the water drops on his eyelashes reflected under the lamp. The old tears that started at the corners of the eyes went to the back of the ears, and half of the new tears dripped, hanging on the forehead, sucking the nose, and the lips were dry and cracked, peeled, and there were bloodstains.

Lin Zhile looked at the photo, her internal organs were all mixed together, the pain from her chest crushed every inch of flesh and blood in her body, and the blue blood vessels in her neck burst and couldn't stop agitating.

He squeezed the phone and punched the steering wheel with a fist, and there was a rush of horns that pierced the night.

People passing by took a few glances.

Lin Zhile directly dialed the phone, and the other end quickly answered, "Have you received the MMS? Don't call the police, otherwise, I'm not sure what will happen."

Lin Zhile knew it was Zhang Qi, and pressed her breath that was about to break, her voice was crushed by the MMS just now, she opened her mouth several times before making a sound, "...don't report, I won't call the police , don’t call the police, Zhang Qi, don’t hurt him... where are you?"

Zhang Qi turned on the hands-free in the room, and the mobile phone was placed above Zhou Xun's head. He clearly heard Lin Zhile's broken and hoarse voice coming from the mobile phone above his head, and the tears that had almost dried up poured out again .

He wanted to speak, to comfort Lin Zhile, and to say don't be afraid, I'm fine, but there was only a more suffocated and heavy gasp than the last.

"Brother Xun, brother Xun, are you listening?" Lin Zhile heard Zhou Xun's breathing, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Xun... are you okay?"

He naturally did not hear Zhou Xun's answer.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you where we are later, don't worry, I will definitely let you see your Brother Xun tonight." Zhang Qi picked up the phone, put the microphone near his mouth, and said in a drawn out voice, then And deliberately speaking very slowly, "Lin, Zhi, Le, tonight, your brother Xun—does it look good?"

"Zhang Qi, I warn you, don't hurt him, or...I'll kill you." Lin Zhile punched the steering wheel again, the whole body trembled a few times, and the back of his hand immediately swelled stand up.

Hearing the loud noise, Zhang Qi laughed heavily into the phone a few times, almost dying of laughter, "Lin Zhile, I really wish you could kill me now, and I will pull someone behind me if I die. There are only a few days left in my life, do you think I will be afraid of your threat?"

Lin Zhile closed her eyes, her breathing was filled with pleas, "Zhang Qi, I beg you, please don't hurt him, what do you want? I can agree to you."

Lin Zhile's throat seemed to contain a large piece of gravel, and he choked up and repeated, "I just beg you, don't hurt him..."

Zhang Qi took a deep breath on the phone, and then let it out slowly. Every second he was silent, Lin Zhile's heart ached a little bit more. After a while, Zhang Qi continued: "Lin Zhile, I'm dead!" I had to relieve my anger before, if you can't let me vent my anger, I can only take your treasure to find brother..."

"You take it out on me, take it out on me," Lin Zhile interrupted Zhang Qi in a panic, "Don't touch Brother Xun, don't touch him..."

"As long as you are obedient, I won't touch Zhou Xun," Zhang Qi said, "You just said, I can ask you to do anything, right?"

Lin Zhile quickly replied, "Yes, anything is fine."

Zhou Xun's eyes were scarlet, and he stared fiercely at Zhang Qi, who was leaning on the wheelchair with his head held high.

Zhang Qi looked at the ceiling and continued talking to the phone: "Lin Zhile, on the third day after I entered the prison, someone broke the little finger of my left hand. You break your own finger, then take a picture and send it to me. Give it to me, you only have 5 minutes, if I don't receive it within 5 minutes, then I can only move Zhou Xun's finger."

After Zhang Qi finished speaking, he hung up the phone and turned on the timer.

Lin Zhile, don't listen to Zhang Qi's words, don't hurt yourself, Zhou Xun's pale voice rang out over and over again.

Zhang Qi was in the wheelchair, counting the seconds to Zhou Xun.

"Three seconds, Zhou Xun, tell me, how long will I have to wait to receive the photo, I guess, it should not take more than 3 minutes."

When the timer was at 45 seconds, Zhang Qi's cell phone rang and vibrated. The vibration of the cell phone made Zhou Xun's body start to tremble. He could only pray that the person who sent the message was not Lin Zhile.

But Zhang Qi's renewed laughter already explained everything, "Zhou Xun, it seems that Lin Zhile really cares about you. In less than a minute, he broke his own finger."

Zhang Qi put the photo in front of Zhou Xun's eyes. Zhou Xun's eyes widened. He still held the mentality that this might not be Lin Zhile's hand. It might be that Lin Zhile just found a picture on the Internet. Zhang Qi is also good.

But with just a quick glance, he saw a scar about one centimeter long on the first knuckle on Lin Zhile's index finger, which was left by his father when he was a child.In the photo, Lin Zhile's little finger has been severely deformed, the entire finger has turned purple and swollen, and even the palm is swollen.

Zhou Xun looked at the photo, sobbing in his throat, and the dull pain in his chest finally gathered in his little finger.

Zhang Qi took the phone away from Zhou Xun's eyes, "I didn't expect to receive it so soon, it was much faster than I imagined, I broke my finger, it's really good, and it looks very painful, It was more serious than when I was in prison, so forget it."

Lin Zhile was sitting in the car, with the palm of his left hand lightly placed on his thigh, his little finger had already been folded into an incredible arc, several layers of cold sweat broke out on his body, his face was extremely red, he wiped the car window and the sunroof thoroughly Open.

The cold wind blew into the car, blowing away his cold sweat, and also blowing away the few muffled moans that leaked from the corners of his mouth because of the pain.

Lin Zhile didn't receive a call from Zhang Qi after sending the text message. He couldn't bear it for a long time, so he took the initiative to call, "Have you received it? Are you satisfied?"

"Lin Zhile, this is just the beginning. Our accounts are calculated one by one. It was just the first one. However, I am not in a hurry to start the second one. I will give you an hour to breathe. After one hour, I'll make the second payment with you, don't worry, one hour at a time, and it's only eleven o'clock now, take your time." Zhang Qi hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Then he said to Zhou Xun: "Actually, I just want to torture him for another hour. I guess this hour will be very difficult for him. I think there are quite a lot of debts between Lin Zhile and me. The second time I went to prison In the first year, three ribs were broken. In the third year, my lung was punctured... and a third of the lung was cut off. The second one is easy to say, and the third lung, I want him for himself How to poke."

Zhou Xun was lying on the bed unable to move, and Wang Tian beside him was already limp, squatting beside the bed, leaning against the wall.

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Lin Zhile couldn't really sit in the car and wait for an hour, but he couldn't continue driving now, so he got out of the car, took a taxi by the side of the road, and called Lao Zhang Telephone.

Lao Zhang's tone on the phone was full of disappointment and exhaustion, "Mr. Lin, Zhang Qi's invisible property should still exist. I'm sorry, but I haven't found it yet."

"Continue to investigate." After Lin Zhile finished speaking, he hung up the phone without further words.

Lin Zhile didn't speak again, looking out the window at the dazzling neon lights and the deeper night.

The distance is not close, and when the taxi arrived at Zhou Xun's parking place, it was already half an hour later.

Lin Zhile saw Zhou Xun's car at a glance after getting off the car, but the surrounding environment was too complicated, there were many alleys with deep and shallow depths, the streets were not wide, and the surrounding shops were basically closed. The shutter door was drawn tightly, and there was a cold light under the street lamp.

Lin Zhile thought, since Brother Xun's car was parked here, and given Zhang Qi's physical condition, he couldn't last long, so they must be somewhere nearby.

Lin Zhile started asking each of the several open shops, but they all said they didn't notice Zhou Xun.

After he came out of the last open shop, he squatted on the steps of the roadside in frustration, with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his head. Under the streetlights, a black shadow with a hunched back was reflected in the empty space. on the road.

But after a while, the phone in Lin Zhile's hand rang again. He thought it was Zhang Qi again, and quickly turned on the screen, but it was not the number Zhang Qi had just contacted him, but an unfamiliar phone number. A text message was sent, he opened the text message details, and there was only a short line of words on it.

——Green Smoke Cafe, on the second floor of the hotel, at the end of the corridor.

Lin Zhile suddenly raised her head and looked at the closed cafe diagonally across the road. There were a few large characters pasted on the window on the second floor, and the name had been dropped in half, so it couldn't be read, only the word "hotel behind" was left.

Now he doesn't want to explore the authenticity of the text message, and he doesn't want to know who the person who sent this text message is, and what is the purpose. As long as it has something to do with Zhou Xun, even if it is fake, he will try it.

The entrance of the small hotel is in a dark alley, Lin Zhile went up the stairs, and every time he climbed a step, his heart sank a little.

When he entered the small hotel, the staff at the front desk were playing games and didn't notice him. Fortunately, the corridors of the hotel are not intersected, there is only one, straight, from beginning to end.

Lin Zhile ran straight to the end of the corridor, and he replied a message to that text message: I'm here.

Then there was a quick reply: You knock on the door, and I will open it for you.

Zhang Qi was still immersed in his pleasure, so naturally he didn't notice Wuyou's abnormality.

Almost an hour had passed, and just as he was about to call Lin Zhile again, he heard several knocks on the door.

Zhou Xun also heard it, and his heart skipped a beat. For some reason, he had an inexplicable strong feeling in his heart that the person knocking on the door must be Lin Zhile. He glanced at the door from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Qi put down the phone, turned the wheelchair a few times, pushed the door a few times, and gave Angel Wang a wink, "Go and see."

Wang Tian stood up from the ground, went to the door and took a look through the cat's eyes, it was Lin Zhile, and he didn't care about Zhang Qi's threats, he opened the door all at once, but rushed out by himself, Gone.

"Wang Tian, ​​who the hell let..." Before Zhang Qi could finish his sentence, Lin Zhile had already rushed to his side, knocking him to the ground with a wheelchair, and then Zhang Qi yelled one after another. Severe coughing.

"Lin Zhile, cough, cough...you kill me, otherwise, I will definitely kill Zhou Xun in the future."

Lin Zhile's eyes turned red, she knelt on the ground, put her knees against Zhang Qi's chest, and grabbed Zhang Qi's neck with both hands.

Zhou Xun heard Zhang Qi's gradually weaker breathing, fearing that Lin Zhile would really strangle Zhang Qi to death, he exhausted all his strength, and finally made a sound.

"Lele, don't..."

Zhou Xun's voice was very soft and weak, but Lin Zhile caught it quickly, and he let go of it all at once.

Zhang Qi gasped heavily, "Lin Zhile, you fucking, if you have the guts, just strangle me..."

Lin Zhile looked at Zhang Qi who was lying on the floor, dying, gradually regained his senses, stood up, went to the bed and squatted down, carefully helped Zhou Xun up from the bed, took him into his arms, and fell down Rubbing the hair on the back of Zhou Xun's head.

"Does your hand hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

The author says:

It's a bit late, I've been revising it, I'll scold you first, Zhang Qi is a bastard, blow your head off