Mr Killer Next Door

After tossing until midnight, Jiang Yu had already set up the soup pot, and had been guarding a pot of brown sugar ginger soup bubbling on the edge for some time.

When the half-cut jujube slices, ginger strips, and soft-boiled boiled eggs were boiling in the brown-red sugar juice, he picked up half a spoonful and tasted it, and then pulled off a dry towel from the shelf , wiped his hands dry.

He picked up the small bowl and walked towards the bedroom.The drowsiness deepened with the pace.

In the bedroom, only a small lamp by the bed was lit, and the warm light made people drowsy.

Clothes that were too late to be washed were thrown all over the floor, and even slippers and outdoor shoes were arranged in a disorderly manner.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning, and the laundry room on the first floor was probably closed.

If you want to change into comfortable and clean clothes, you have to choose from your own wardrobe.

The child curled up in the bed held a thermometer in his mouth, and turned over half asleep and half awake.

"Still can't sleep? Come, let me look at the thermometer." Jiang Yu put down the bowl and sank his palms between the sheets.He pinched the end of the thermometer, turned it towards the light source, and carefully observed the reading on the mercury column, "... 37 degrees nine, you have a low fever. If it is higher, you need to take antipyretics."

"I don't want to eat." Qiu Shihuan sniffed.

"Call Lao Yu to show you?"

Qiu Shihuan's eyes became a little strange: "He is a forensic doctor."

Jiang Yu couldn't help laughing.

"Then what should I do? My kids don't want this one or that one."

"Uncle." The flushed face slowly arched out from the bed, and the lips moved slightly, "What food did uncle bring?"

Seeing him keep peeking at the steaming brown sugar ginger soup on the bedside table, Jiang Yu couldn't help but leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"It's for you, drink some."

After Qiu Shihuan took a sip, he wrinkled his face and coughed repeatedly before wiping his mouth.

Without any surprise, Jiang Yu pinched the cigarette in his hand and let it break at one-third of the tail.

The cigarette was not lit at all, and he just chewed the shredded tobacco in the rolling paper to get his mouth full.

"Not suitable?"

Qiu Shihuan stuck out his tongue.

"It's so spicy, how much ginger did the uncle put in?"

"I'm not worried that your fever will go up again in the middle of the night. If you can't drink it, let it go." Jiang Yu was also helpless with this delicate problem, and wanted to take the bowl back from his hand. "It's been a long time, it seems that some A child who is in the midst of blessings does not know how to be blessed."

"Really? Will this take a long time?"

"Actually, time is not the most important thing, the important thing is that someone is willing to help you. Right?"

Qiu Shihuan fell into deep thought.

Jiang Yu chased after the victory: "Little friend, let me add another condition. If you drink it down, I will take you out on a date tomorrow."

"A date." Qiu Shihuan blinked expectantly, and looked at Jiang Yu flatteringly, "Uncle, if tomorrow's date is as sloppy as today--I might really tear uncle's face off."

"What is sloppy?" Jiang Yu knew that the other party's words were mixed, so he reached out and pinched his nose, "If we don't come back soon, how long will you have to soak in the water? I am thinking of you, I didn't expect you Return favor and revenge."

"—Hmm, no, no. Then if I drink up, the uncle must promise to date me for a whole day."

Qiu Shihuan slapped the hand in front of him, wrinkled his face and began to challenge the limit of taste buds.

Jiang Yu smiled.

"That's good, okay. You drink slowly, wrap up in a quilt and have a good sleep after drinking. By the way, you are not allowed to play with your phone."

Qiu Shihuan put down the soup bowl with tears in his eyes and stared at him in confusion.

"What is uncle going to do?"

Jiang Yu made a standard gesture of holding a cigarette: "I haven't smoked for a long time, I'll go outside to light a cigarette to relieve my addiction, and come back to check your room."

***

The door of the room was closed by the dry heat of the summer night, and the sweaty feet in the bed clamped the printed sheets, curling up towards the soles of the feet.

Somehow, the quilt was sliced ​​open in one corner, and the opening was about five centimeters. Large lumps of agglomerated cotton wadding flowed between the fingers, and silky things arose on the various carved edges of the ring.

Qiu Shihuan stared blankly at the brown sugar ginger soup in his palm, then silently scooped up a spoonful and blew it on his lips to cool it down.

The curling water mist gathers towards the ceiling, it rises, lingers and refuses to dissipate, like a huge dark cloud covering the warm light of the bedside lamp.

Qiu Shihuan reached out to turn off the small light, and for a moment, the smoke seemed to gather into clouds in the sudden darkness.

He mechanically repeated the eating action.

Even if a red date rolled down from his mouth, Qiu Shihuan still looked ahead, as if he could see something through the swirling mist.

In a daze, he saw a huge palace-style dining table.There are a wide variety of food, including red wine, whiskey, mille-feuille powder cake, sorbet, buttercream and so on.

Counting from the front seat, a man seems to have put an elegant and courteous hood into the tuxedo, and an indescribable charm is swaying on that handsome but non-aggressive face, like a tall and handsome stag.

He is focusing on the child on the right.

The man himself cut a rib and gave it to the boy.

The tenderness in the light brown eyes almost overflowed from under the eyelashes.

"Try it, Shihuan. Western food specially prepared for you."

"Father." The child gently tugged on the other party's sleeve, he had already heard footsteps at the door, "Sister is back, I want to see her."

The man ignored it and just wiped the strawberry jam from the corner of the child's mouth with a handkerchief.

"You're always absent-minded, Se-hwan. You can't waste your father's mind on a good boy, can you?"

"Please. I'll be obedient. My dad never let me see my sister from the first day I came here."

The child grabbed him coquettishly, and a string of crystal tears were about to fall from her charming blue eyes.

The man sighed and put down his knife and fork.

"You are always irresistible-but it is also a father's job to satisfy a child's small request. Take the young master there, and remember, don't let the child talk to anyone."

As if losing interest in the meals on the table, the owner of the house waved his hand unhappily, signaling the attendants behind him to lead the boy off the table.

"Thank you dad!"

The child jumped out of the chair happily.

The man propped his chin, his deep brown eyes narrowed lazily.

The child was dragged through a long corridor with paintings and golden sculptures on both sides of the corridor.

He came to the entrance, and came to a figure who was thinking about it.

Before he looked up.

The rough, callused hand, like the handwriting written in memory, blocked his eyes very gently.

But from the trembling fingers, the child could see clearly.

The girl's legs were stained with blood, like antlers pierced through a human body, and tattoos drawn with pigeon blood.The knee-length dress was covered with mud and torn cloth, and the laces were torn off, hanging on both sides of the chest.One side of the mouth was swollen high, and the body was convulsing while bleeding from the nose.

There were burn marks from cigarette butts all over her shoulders, and a golden cross was firmly held in her hand.

"Shihuan."

Her lips moved slightly, and blood flowed down her chin in an instant.

"Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."

"Sister will definitely protect you well."

"Never let anyone touch you, never hand you over to them."

Qiu Shihuan lowered his head and bit the last red date in the bowl, crushing even the unpicked core of the date between his teeth.

He said nothing to an empty wall.

***

The fire flickered on and off at the fingertips.

Thoughts are like a wisp of white smoke, gradually drifting away with the whistling wind.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and Jiang Yu moved his shoulders to shake off the fatigue on his shoulders.

Leaping over the balcony railing, he lit a cigarette.And the feet support the tiles, further avoiding the shift of the center of gravity.

There are no stars tonight.

The lonely night sky was blurred by a puff of smoke until there was nothing left.Jiang Yu took a deep breath of the cigarette, his cheeks sunken, and it took a long time before he played with it between his fingers.

He watched the rising white smoke.

This thing seems to be stained in high school.

During that time, I lived in darkness, my mother was unemployed, and my husband was addicted to gambling and borrowed usurious loans.When the man found out that he was unable to repay his gambling debts, he not only sold everything in the house, but also asked relatives and friends for money in different ways.

I have knelt on my knees for a long time, and no one is willing to borrow them anymore.The men started to punch and kick them, which was blocked by the mother at first.She refused to let go, not even revealing the whereabouts of the money.It wasn't until Jiang Yu was smashed by a wine bottle that his mother knelt on the ground and cried and begged the man to exchange money for her son's life.

They are biological father and son.But it seems that what the blood relationship brings is only a curse.

That night was very much like today, with no stars to be seen, as if the earth had been forgotten in a corner of the universe.

When he happily went back to show off to his mother with the admission certificate from the university, he found that the lights were not turned on and the door was not closed.

There was a creaking sound when the door was pushed open.

There are five peeled eggs in the pot, and even the water temperature is freezing cold; the flushing system of the toilet may be broken, and the rumbling noise of the sewer pipes is constantly coming from the bathroom; put away the shoes, and follow the messy footprints in the hallway to the living room Walking in the direction, no one responded along the way.

The strange movement came from the bathroom.

The hair strands in the corners of the tiles are all clumps, entangled with large pieces of dust and difficult to clean; there are several unknown bug corpses hanging on the shower curtain; The red lead bucket is about to be filled with one third left, and the clothes that have absorbed the water are swirling again and again.

Rats can be seen faintly by the sink.

When I walked past the mirror panel that still had a fragment, I happened to meet a little mouse with round eyes.

The little mouse ran away in panic.

It crawled up the woman's face, into the mouth, into the wound on the back of the head.

The wrinkled eyes, the drooping mouth, the old and bony person fell to the side of the bathtub, as if being sucked into the vortex in the lead bucket, and pushed into the raging waves.

Yes.

Jiang Yu silently stubbed out the cigarette butt.

How long has it been since he pretended to be alone in his heart?How long has it been since he was driven to a dead end by liking and love?

Qiu Shihuan is always attracting him, doing everything possible to attract him.Is this his trap?Get likes from humans, get love, get everything you want, and then, like a spoiled little leopard, become more arrogant and push forward.

But Jiang Yu is very clear about one thing.

The relationship between them is not equal, and their positions are also opposite.

What they get most from each other is affection.In this relationship, they squeeze each other, fill each other, test each other and peel off each other's disguise.

This is a deformed and strange love.

It's a love that bites and licks each other.

It is the love that makes a heart that has been silent for a long time break free from the shackles and turn away from life and death.