Mr Killer Next Door

After completing the ticket check and entering the cinema, Jiang Yu was still thinking about what Diego said.

"There is one thing that that person cannot erase."

——For Qiu Ang, what must be preserved?

Jiang Yu put on the 3D glasses thoughtfully, and some mysterious force seemed to attract him to turn his head away.

Through the lens, he looks at the source of attraction, the center of the conversation.

The teenagers next to me are like the fair-haired angels in the fairy tales. They attract hope, the gospel, the voice of God, and sometimes they are self-defeating.

But his angel is different, maybe it has occupied a certain beautiful skin, maybe this child is born like this-crossing his legs, holding a bucket of popcorn, and grabbing a big handful.

Even so, Jiang Yu's heartbeat was throbbing with his breathing.

There was no one in the front and rear seats.

He boldly leaned forward and pressed all his breath into the hot ear canal.

"Children, do you like this taste?"

Qiu Shihuan touched his cheek.

"Uncle, have you never been to the cinema?"

"How can I dare to spend more money on taste when I eat the last meal without the next meal?"

Qiu Shihuan smiled provocatively.

"I'm not talking about this—"

"All ears."

"Do I need to remind you? At this distance, what should we do?"

Jiang Yu looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes: "It's up to you. You can also tell me directly that it's time to kiss."

"But I have to explain in advance. Lips and kisses are one of the inescapable curses in this world. Uncle may not be able to forget them today."

"Really? Then I'm even more curious about how magical the kid's spell is."

When the lips and teeth passed an extremely ambiguous kiss gently, the fingers of both parties had already circled back and forth on the shoulders and necks.

Jiang Yu never thought that he could get a tender kiss from the other party.

Their first kiss was stumbling, even brutal as hell, nearly sacrificing a tongue.

Every kiss led by the other partner is ignited with passion.Passion is always accompanied by recklessness, youth, always reckless.

At this moment, tenderness is invaluable.

The sweet popcorn was crushed between his teeth, and those deadly lies took away his sanity.

Jiang Yu knew that he was sinking, and that what they did was about to cross the red line.

But the touch of the lips was too real, and he was kissing a liar, a psychotic murderer, even the son of his sworn enemy.

Each one could kill him, but each one made his blood boil.

When the kiss ended, Jiang Yu was still a little unfulfilled.

"You're right, Dauphin. I'm already thinking about it—when will you lift the spell?"

The other party chuckled, and then, no one could see the emotions behind the lens clearly.

"Maybe never."

The long strips of light tubes that filled the venue gradually faded out. Since the film has been released for more than three days, there are many empty seats in the cinema.

Jiang Yu relaxed his body, and his muscles fully contacted the row of chairs.

The screen becomes a scarred squirrel, speeding skyward along the trunk of a dead tree.

There are only one chimney after another in the distance, and the dark clouds in the sky near twilight are surging, and the winding spruce forest soon reaches the end, and followed the squirrel into a war-torn era.

The old railway covered with spruce leaves went straight forward, with cornflowers growing on both sides and weeds high above the head, and a slight wind would make them sway from side to side.

War Movies?

Jiang Yu touched his nose inexplicably.

Has District 19 now classified war movies as comedies?

A large prison wagon drove through the withered and decaying woods, with only an oilcloth lifted from the top.

Leaning on the car seat are more than a dozen wounded with missing arms and legs, and a couple embracing each other.

These acrobats from the city circus sang and laughed and said they were going to hold a wedding.

The camera quickly moved forward, and the large prison van stopped in front of a cast iron gate.

A soldier stepped forward and opened one side door, and several people were driven out of the car by the driver.The acrobats saluted the sentry box with their comical strides, making the soldiers laugh.

There are already many people working in the square, their faces are indifferent and confused.

No matter how the group members made faces, the other party remained indifferent.

The frustrated acrobats were taken to a cramped cell and changed into their hospital gowns under the watchful eye of two soldiers.

The actors looked at each other.

This dress is not romantic.

How can a wedding be without a wedding dress?

So they tore the clothes on their bodies into strips and tied them around the girl's waist.

The members consciously stand in a row.Some of them are missing an arm, some are missing a leg, and some have only one ear left. Their faces are stretched beyond recognition and laughing at the onlookers, like incomplete tin soldiers in a box.

Not far away, several armed soldiers noticed the commotion in the square and rushed to the wedding through the crowd.

A member of the troupe knelt down in front of the bride with difficulty, the blood on his thigh was still wet.

He took out a bunch of withered cornflowers from his pocket and handed it to his sister in the "wedding dress" trembling.

Blessed by God, the bride quickly helped her younger brother up, kissed his forehead and the back of his hand with her dirty lips, and excitedly pulled her brother's big rough hand to her stomach, and a ball of rags slipped from under her skirt. fell out.

【Come and meet your nephew, oh, look at how impatient he is. 】

The moment the sound of fingers stopped, Jiang Yu looked at the silent Qiu Shihuan amidst a burst of laughter.

Elbows resting on the middle armrest, the soft curly hair is like a flower branch bent by dew, slightly leaning towards his own position.

The knuckles support the mandible, and the diamond-shaped amethyst earrings bring an almost hazy beauty, and the little finger is biting between the lips.

Even the movements are vague.

Tears slipped silently down his cheeks.

***

What happened in the second half of the movie, Jiang Yu couldn't give an answer.

His eyes slowly fell following the scrolling producer's name, and he didn't even seize the opportunity to end the show.

Fortunately, Qiu Shihuan took his arm and got away from between the seats before the staff hurried away.

A ring pressed against the pulse, leaving a unique mark on the skin.

The corridor of the theater is deliberately designed in a spiral shape, the posters are upside down and staggered, and the freely changing lights send them all the way out of the movie world.

——What was the ending of the comedy like?

Jiang Yu couldn't remember.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the horizon could no longer penetrate a few gleams of light.

Overcast clouds gathered from the sky, and the thin curtain-like curls disappeared and slid, weaving a drizzle.

Jiang Yu held a cigarette firmly.

The line of sight shuttled through the thin and dense rain curtain, which dispersed the diffuse mist.

Under the direct light of the street lamp, there was a bunch of small red daisies with flowing water and broken stems.

He turned to Qiu Shihuan who was beside him, a large swath of rain fell down the bridge of the other's nose, and the tears in his memory seemed to lack a sense of reality.

Will that little monster who has always been emotionless be touched by something?

Jiang Yu touched both cheeks, and was a little dumb for a while.

"Is the movie not bad?"

"It's raining." Qiu Shihuan didn't follow the topic, "Did uncle go out without an umbrella?"

Jiang Yu cleared his throat.

"It seems that the weather forecast was misjudged."

"Now what? Well, let me see, when you're short of something, the best thing to do is snatch it—right? See that red hat guy's little flower umbrella? I love the pattern on it. Uncle, do you think he will happily hand me the umbrella if I threaten to smash his brains with three toothpicks?"

After taking a few hasty puffs of the rain-soaked cigarette, it couldn't burn anymore.

Jiang Yu coughed a few times.

"Don't forget you promised me."

"It's always easy for me to make commitments, but it's obviously not easy to recall them."

The smoker skillfully shook the cigarette butt from his fingertips: "You promised me that you would not kill people casually again. This is one of the rewards I won."

The indigo pupils shrunk.

"I didn't say I was going to kill him. Just a little threat—and through this, I can get everything I want, and isn't that wonderful?"

"Don't make excuses." Jiang Yu moved his shoulders from side to side with a cigarette in his mouth, "You never realize what a terrible thing you want to do. Shihuan, you have to suppress your impulse, you have to realize that this kind of thinking is Incorrect."

"Uncle, didn't you say you liked me?"

"Liking doesn't mean accepting everything. Sometimes, there is no reason to like what you want." He said, "You are special, Se-hwan. So. I hope you won't become what I hate... Dominating like a chaebol The life and death of others, thinking that you are above the law, is the biggest mistake in itself."

Qiu Shihuan didn't speak.

He just lowered his head, kicked away the pebbles blocking the way, and ignored Jiang Yuai.

"It's getting late, let's find a place to eat nearby first. When the rain stops, let's go home together."

Jiang Yu glanced at the sign beside the clock.

With a strong index finger, he cut off the last piece of the cigarette.

This barbecue restaurant is hardcover from the inside to the outside, the store is not big, with more than a dozen tables.

The customers in the store are also in twos and threes.

The potted plants are ingeniously built, the private rooms, corridors and pantry are covered with wooden grids, and the murals are patchworkly embedded in the smoke-colored walls.

The range hood is plated with a layer of metal, and the ceiling light leads all the way to the deep bamboo forest corridor.

As soon as they opened the store door, they were led to a four-seater by the window by the waiter.

Jiang Yu twirled the pencil and sifted out suitable dishes one by one.

"Prince, what kind of meat do you want to eat? - Let me see, there are beef brains, pork belly, cheese chicken legs..."

Qiu Shihuan adjusted his mood quickly, as if the conversation in the rain just now had never happened.

He rushed to interrupt Jiang Yu.

"All of them! Anyway, uncle is also swiping my card."

"Okay, swipe your card. There are no people in the world who pay, so I will have a portion of the meat." The pen tapped the thick paper, "There are really more things here than expected... Do you want fried rice cakes? ?”

"Want to eat!"

"Have a stir-fried rice cake." Jiang Yu quickly browsed the relevant information, "Would you like fruit juice or shochu?"

"I want them all... Uncle, why don't we all get two copies!"

"So greedy? Drink too much water and be careful not to stuff your stomach." Jiang Yu smiled and ordered a drink and a juice, and handed the menu to the waiter, "Okay, don't be sad. If it really doesn't fit , I’ll just switch with you.”

"Uncle is the best!"

In any meal, drinks have priority.

As soon as the waiter brought the iced watermelon juice and shochu, Qiu Shihuan couldn't wait to insert the straw and take a deep breath.

Jiang Yu picked up the clear shochu and picked up a pair of chopsticks to fry rice cakes.

With the combination of hot sauce and tomato sauce, the rice cakes have a natural visual appeal.

Its sweet, spicy and soft glutinousness is quickly awakened between the lips and teeth, and the molars begin to have the urge to chew.

A piece of perilla leaf was placed on the bottom of the plate just right, and the soup poured back and forth was sprinkled with white sesame seeds.

It didn't take long for the barbecue to be ready.

Jiang Yu picked up two slices of fresh pork belly that were fat and thin, and the edges began to curl.

The next second when the oil splashed randomly, the fingers holding the barbecue tongs shrank instinctively as if they were burned by something.

This is what Do Min Chan once said, the intuition that everyone in their profession will have.

An illusion of being watched by someone else.This unnatural feeling will soon threaten life. This is also what Do Minchan said from experience. He has seen too many people die because of inaction.

Jiang Yu pretended to be calm and turned the cooked meat back and forth.

"Prince, we are being watched. There are two tables in your seven o'clock direction."

He picked up a piece of pork belly, pretended to put it on the other party's plate, and started talking in a low voice.Turning the watch with two fingers, quickly confirmed the exact location of the other party, and then said calmly——

"There are still nine o'clock directions, and there are four tables of guests. I don't know the origin, but it's definitely not good."

"Do I need to care about them?"

Qiu Shihuan bit the piece of meat with a contemptuous and arrogant smile.

"I don't know what they want to do. Maybe they are kind people who bring home runaway children."

Under Jiang Yu's gaze, the knife that cut the fascia stopped.

A pair of leopard-like eyes raised fiercely, staring at the prey.

The knife and fork crossed in front of his lips, the boy's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his elegant lips opened a bloody arc.

"—Then the answer is, kill them all?"