Mr Killer Next Door

The right-hand saucer was overturned, splinters and scalding droplets of water swirled all over the carpet.

The surrounding voices were very noisy, and Qiu Shihuan felt his legs under the table couldn't stop bumping.

He forked a piece of fish sausage rice cake, and pulled out a soft filament between his teeth and chopsticks.

Qiu Ang glanced at him indifferently, and motioned for the maid to come forward to clean up.

The girl didn't even dare to make a sound, and immediately knelt down by the table to clean up the debris before the water stain spread further.

Qiu Shihuan didn't move his feet, and he didn't cooperate with the busy young girl under his feet. He just broke down the kimchi on the plate with two chopsticks.

He didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to eat, but he was still repeating this action mechanically.

"Say 'thank you' to her, it's not that difficult." Jiang Yu lightly touched the child's knee and reminded, "Also, remember to raise your feet higher."

"Thank you."

Qiu Shihuan raised his feet obediently, and muttered a little stiffly.

The girl didn't look up, her arms twisting the rag were trembling with fear.

"I don't want to eat it, Dad." Qiu Shihuan grabbed the remaining half of the rice cake and peeled off the cheese bit by bit, "I'm going back to my room now."

"Is it not to your liking?"

Qiu Ang was not in a hurry to let him go.

"I do not want to eat."

"It's not good to let your child be too self-willed. However, you finally came back, we don't need to make the atmosphere stiff. Let's go to bed early. Don't run around at night, you still need to recharge your energy for tomorrow." Qiu Ang Nodding his head, he said, "The same goes for Police Officer Jiang. Children don't know the severity and are playful. It's natural, but Police Officer Jiang, no matter how difficult it is for a child to be educated, he can't live without his father."

"Growth is sometimes the growth of parents, not limited to children. Chairman Qiu, excessive interference is counterproductive." Jiang Yu stood up calmly, "Then, thank you for your hospitality tonight. Let's go, Shihuan."

Walking out of the living room under the man's throat-piercing gaze, Jiang Yu stood in the corridor and let out a long sigh of relief.

He put his palm on the child's forehead, with deep concern and worry.

"What's wrong with you? You asked to leave the table halfway through the meal. Unhappy? Don't like it? Or you're not feeling well."

Qiu Shihuan hugged his waist and buried him in his chest: "Uncle, I don't want to stay at home."

"I don't want to either."

"The uncle took me home."

"Little friend, now is not the time." Jiang Yu put his arms around his furry head, but there was nothing he could do, "Until your father is satisfied, he probably won't let us go back. But as far as it looks, he might not let you go easily .”

"Uncle, do you agree with what Dad said?"

"What did you say?"

"I'm obedient and well-behaved. Well, I'm obedient, arrogant and stubborn-and I don't know much about the world."

"I don't know how to obey what you say. But it should be true that you are arrogant and stubborn and ignorant of world affairs."

"Did I cause trouble for uncle?" A face that couldn't be refused was raised in the chest, like a restless little leopard in a display case, greedy for a delicious meal and for a master who can't beat him at all. He stretched out his claws and grabbed Jiang Yu's collar, "I'm so obedient and so cute. Uncle should take me home."

Jiang Yu smiled and pinched the child's cheek: "Okay, I will definitely find a way to bring you back and not let you stay here."

***

As for how to get back to the room, and what happened in the room, the teenager who was tortured by sleepiness obviously couldn't remember.

He can't sleep.

For amidst the dry bedding and some comforting solace, a nightmare had crept in.

Qiu Shihuan opened a small gap in confusion. He saw the familiar room, the bed curtains that were changing every day, and the suffocating eyes of his father on the shelf.

He is not the only one in this room, those eyes are also increasing with his growth, like a monster growing under the bed, which will eat the child on the bed one day.

The blurry figure sat quietly beside the pillow, holding a thick story book in his hand, flipping the pages silently under the moonlight.

"I'm having a nightmare, uncle." He grabbed the other party's sleeve and coquettishly whispered.These intangible things made up by storybooks are in pursuit.He rushed forward, tightly strangled Jiang Yu's arm, and hugged him with a pitiful posture like a kitten, "I dreamed of my father, my sister, and..." He bit his lips tightly and muttered unhappily, " If you don't hold me tight, maybe you will be stuffed into the pillow until you suffocate."

And Jiang Yu put down the storybook in his hand, leaned over, and was in the heartbreaking snuggle of the child.

He didn't say anything.

Jiang Yu has seen kittens before. These arrogant and mischievous little creatures are always a headache when they wake up. Once they fall asleep, they will expose their bellies, showing a unique and sweet sleeping posture.

It wasn't until the heat source in his arms slowly seeped into his blood that he realized that he was really relied on by this kitten.

The poor child looked like a bullied little animal. When the soft blond hair was buried in his arms to seek comfort, Jiang Yu heard his heartbeat that almost burst into his chest.

He couldn't help reaching out and touching the other person's head.

"Little poor, did you have a nightmare?"

After a long time, Qiu Shihuan barely raised his head from this comforting embrace.

"I dreamed that the thing that uncle wants to know the most is about my sister. Are you curious, do you really want to know?"

Jiang Yu crossed his legs and sat beside him: "You've been keeping your mouth shut about this all along, I'm curious, why did you change your mind now? Is it because you want to whet my appetite, or because of your father who trapped you at home?"

"Maybe it's because... Uncle promised to take me away from home. It's interesting to run away from home, it's interesting to see Dad anxious, and it's interesting to see the mess at home."

"That's it."

"In addition to the rewards of the treasure digging game, the uncle found something very interesting in the camera. So, there is still a lot you want to know from me, don't you?"

Jiang Yu thought for a moment, then put the storybook back to its original place.

He reached out to Qiu Shihuan's cheek with a caress instead of an untimely kiss.

Qiu Shihuan didn't dodge, but tilted his head slightly.

"——On the day in the cinema, you looked at the pair of prisoners of war, watching the established fate befalling people. Laughing, in the absurd irony and reality, you are the only one who is black and white, isolated from the world , like the only color in the film. Do you know? At that moment when I looked at you, I felt that you were more lonely and dazzling than anything else."

Slide your thumb down from the eyelid to touch the corner of your lips.

Stop at the jaw.

Qiu Shihuan wanted to bite his lip, but this habitual action was quickly pushed away by Jiang Yu's thumb.

"What kind of person would cry alone amid laughter and laughter? What kind of language can describe you? - the boy who broke into my house and nearly took my life; ; Or in that dark and cramped studio, hiding behind the lens and licking the injured kitten? Who are you?"

Qiu Shihuan swallowed uneasily, it seemed that this always arrogant child felt ashamed to be punctured.

"Uncle doesn't like watching movies, why are you staring at me..."

The index finger touched the lips, and slowly wiped away to one side, preventing Qiu Shihuan from answering irrelevant questions.

He had to face up to this problem.

"—Hey, I always feel that uncle won't like this story. Will you fall asleep after listening to it?"

"It's not up to you to decide whether you like it or not." Jiang Yu kissed his soft lips, "But this night is very long, the story about you. I am willing to listen slowly."

【What kind of person is your sister? 】

[She is very thin, about the same size as when I was a child. 】

"Sit in the chair and don't move. The painting will be finished soon, and then you can hang your portrait on the wall."

The petite girl leaned over her body, and the white paint picked up by the brush dripped into stars under her feet.

Through the sunshine in the room, his eyes stopped on the little model sitting opposite him.

The five or six-year-old models sat on the bench obediently, with their knees together and their hands naturally placed on their knees.

A head of trance-inducing blond hair enjoyed the favor of the sun alone, and the childish quilt was covered under a small suit vest with a bow tied at the neckline.

He and the girl have strikingly similar looks.

Platinum hair, blue eyes like small animals.If you don't observe, it may be difficult to distinguish the gap between the siblings in a short time.

The striped bottoms are just below the knee, and the slender calf line is outlined all the way to the white boat socks, which are firmly inserted into the small leather shoes.

[Why has there been no news of her all these years, why is she deliberately hiding her existence? 】

【...Uncle, can you guess why Dad did this? 】

"No." The boy pressed the woolen cap on his head, and turned his head shyly, "The art assignments that everyone handed in are all landscape paintings, but my sister wants to draw me..."

"Because you are beautiful." The girl moved her body in front of the canvas, her bragging tone rose slowly as the brush moved, "My brother is the most beautiful person in the world."

The boy's drooping face suddenly turned crimson.

He tried his best to maintain a sitting posture, which was obviously much more difficult than etiquette class.

Maintaining the same posture for a long time ruined this rare sunny day, and his back and thighs continuously released distress signals.

The boy moved his hips uncomfortably, and he could only distract himself by changing the subject.

"Sister, what kind of people are your parents?"

【I have no idea. 】

【...Because, I was the only one my father wanted to adopt back then.But my sister was worried, she refused to let go until she saw her father himself. 】

The movement of the girl's hands didn't stop.

"Our father is the best father in the world." The girl referred to the clothes on her younger brother, and turned back to the canvas without a sound, "Every day when the adults are off, my father will let me choose a day to drive Mom and I went out for a picnic."

"Ah! I also want to go out for a picnic."

The boy straightened his back, looking a little aggrieved.

The girl smiled and comforted him: "Don't be sad, my sister will definitely take you out to play."

"Is there anything fun out there?"

"Let me think about it... Do you know the setting sun?"

"I've read about it in the book, and occasionally when I look out of the room, I can see a little bit."

[Your sister looks very similar to you, right? 】

[Well, my sister is very beautiful.She can also draw, and the works she draws are always fascinating. 】

"Actually, the sunset is beautiful. It's more beautiful than any words can describe it."

"What kind of sunset did my sister see?"

"Well... when you sit on the viewing area by the cliff and spread out a picnic mat under the shade of the trees, the sunset will be there. When the wind comes, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees are falling one after another, and their fragrance It may stay on your skirt for a short time, or it may go on an unknown journey. But inadvertently, as soon as you look up, you can see the sun sinking into the sea, and the ripples like fish scales are rippling in the distance."

【What does she draw? 】

The boy rested his chin and blinked his blue eyes, like a kitten staring at a butterfly.

"Anything else? Is there anything else to look at?"

"Yes, there are many beautiful and interesting places in the world-you haven't seen the bluest ocean in the world, it is said that it is like your eyes; and the highest mountain in the world, I heard it It’s always snowy, and you can even ski at the foot of the mountain; by the way, there are hot air balloons, big, with all kinds of patterns. It can take us all the way to the sky. If Mom and Dad are still there, maybe The four of us can take a family trip."

【She has painted the sky, mountains and rivers, and the sea.As long as it is anything she has seen, she will draw it for me without reservation.Then she promised me that one day, she would take me to climb the mountain and take the cable car.This is the first time she lied to me and the last time she lied to me. 】

The boy touched his eyelashes for some unknown reason, and the soft touch like a bird's feather drew a fine line on his palm.

"I really want to go on a family trip, sister. Why didn't my parents take me there once?"

The brush was still in the sunlight, and the movement of the girl's hands did not stop.

"You were just born at that time, so it's normal to have no impression."

【What's up with her. 】

"Did something happen?"

"That day... my father and mother agreed to go to the company to participate in the bidding meeting together. That bidding meeting was very important, and they spent a lot of money to win this opportunity. But when the car was driving on the expressway, the car behind suddenly collided It came up - that's what the police told me, the car didn't stop until it broke the guardrail and it didn't stop until it fell into the river."

"Why did you get hit?" The boy seemed unable to imagine the picture, "Why didn't you come to us after you got hit?"

"You are still young, maybe you don't understand this." She smiled helplessly, "After that, the relative's aunt took us in. She had no children and was in poor health, so we never had any Traveled - it wasn't until a year later, when her daughter was born, that we were sent to an orphanage."

"Is this an orphanage? Am I a child without parents?"

"Little idiot." The girl couldn't help laughing, "With my sister here, who would dare to say that about you. You sit upright, I'm going to continue drawing."

The boy reluctantly sat up straight, and an invisible pain climbed up from his unconscious lower back.

"Why does my sister like to draw?"

"Because I want to be a painter in the future, I want to earn money, and I want to be with you forever—" She turned her head, the bright smile on her lips seemed to be able to melt years of snow, "We don't have money to buy cameras, My sister will draw all the beautiful things for you to see, okay?"

【Sister jumped down—like a goldfish jumping up from the drawing paper, falling to the setting sun and escaping into the sea. 】