The mountain, the man, the chicken of rebirth

There is a kind of spider, the whole body is black, with red patterns on its back, and it is very poisonous.They are beautiful and deadly. The female will kill and eat the male after copulation. This spider is very famous. Its name is: black widow.

I like this kind of spider, like its black veil, bright red marks, like blood, scattered and overflowing from the wound, just like the man under him.

Transverse cutting of the neck three centimeters below the mandible, cutting off the larynx and trachea, will lead to instant loss of voice, shock within 30 seconds, and suffocation within 3 minutes. I have practiced this scene countless times in my mind.

The waiting time was extremely long, as if three light years had passed.Hands gently slid across his skin, slowly moving down from the carotid artery to the pulse, from the breath to the heart, and there was no breath or fluctuation in the place touched by the hands.Gently crawling on the man's body, she pressed her cheek to his chest.

Looking out of the window without focus, through the dark green plants in the subtropics, it seems that I saw the snowflakes from the northern country hitting the glass that year, which is nostalgic.Someone once told me that I like the winter in the Northland the most. The place where the eyes touch is covered with pure white, Qiongzhi and jade leaves. Taking a deep breath of cold air, it is refreshing and has a slight tingling feeling in the lungs.

So, I also fell in love with the winter in the Northland. Surrounded by the cold for a long time, I will lose the sense of touch, even if tears fall, I will not feel pain, and hugs will not be warm, just like now.

He dug out the gun he used to hide in the bedside table, put it in his briefcase, and walked out of this once very familiar apartment.

"Sir, do you need a refill?"

"No thanks."

Looking up, it was a beautiful girl in a pretty uniform, smiling sweetly, with a pear socket on her lips.

"Mr. is also paying attention to this case!"

"Hmm." Holding the newspaper in his hand, the murder of Li Jiajun, Shaodong of the 'China-Singapore Group' was widely reported on the open page.

"It's horrible, it's been a long time since something this big has happened."

"Well, yeah, it's terrible." Death is just the beginning of another form. People die every minute in the world. Similarly, every minute someone makes a fuss about the death of others.

"I heard that he was killed by a same-sex lover, and the murderer has not been caught yet."

"Well, yes, lover." Lover, I like this saying, love is like a kind of soul bondage, not limited by gender, not limited by life and death.

"Hey! It's true, Li Jiajun is such a rich second-generation son, what's the matter with being gay, it's really disgusting!"

"Well, yes, it's really disgusting." But none of us can stop being disgusted, because being alive is itself disgusting.

The still air was broken by an invisible pressure, and red and blue lights flickered outside the window.The crowd began to surge uneasily, they looked out curiously, well-trained police officers jumped out of the car one by one, they began to surround the coffee shop, a warning sound came from the loudspeaker, what murderer, Some information about gangsters holding guns caused the surrounding guests to run out of the door.

I was the only one who sat quietly and smiled sarcastically. Did they think I would take hostages with a gun?No, I won't.I just keep the gun for myself.I don't want to die by that man's side, as if I died for him.Damn him, I don't regret killing him. The only thing I regret is that I fell in love with him when I was blind.

"Xiao Jie..." I could vaguely hear the man's voice, and smiled self-deprecatingly. He was already dead, killed by my own hands.

Li Jiajun!Saying the name one last time, he raised the gun to his temple.