Mr Killer Next Door

Uncle must think I am very angry, right?

it's a pity.

I don't have that emotion.

It was also the night when I wanted to kill the uncle.

Only one command is required.

No matter who it is, no matter where he is, I will not hesitate.

Killing is not so difficult, as long as I am prepared to be killed, as long as someone slit my throat is always welcome, I am ready to be an outlaw-sounds simple, right?

It takes four years to learn to despise life, and another two years to trample on the former self-it's really simple, easier than tearing up a clean white paper.

Is it going to hell to be such a person?

It feels quite right for me.

But that day was weird.

I forgot how to describe that feeling.Could not find any explanation, any embellishment.

I just think it's really weird.

Obviously before entering the house, before knocking down the uncle, I rehearsed countless ways to kill him in my mind.

I'll drag him by the hair all the way to the bathroom until he drowns.I like to create choking, drowning, and accidental deaths so there's no blood and DNA pointing at me, or staining my new sneakers.

Simple, efficient, and clean.

Or change to a novel idea?How about tying him to the bed, sticking the two hoses in his mouth with tape, one connected to the sulfuric acid bottle and the other to purified water, and let the uncle make a choice between life and death?

Obviously it was planned in the first place.

Because after finishing these things, I will go to the bakery I passed by just now, and buy a box of cream cakes.

In the end is which part of the problem?

If I hadn't lifted the white cloth, if I hadn't seen those paintings—there shouldn't be any redundant intersection between me and my uncle.

The linen was stained with a cloud of white lead and cadmium yellow.There is no shape, only the color blocks of winter snow and ginkgo.

What exactly does the painting want to express, what kind of emotion does it show.

Only my uncle and I know the answer.

Because it's a secret between us.

Once a secret.

From that shapeless painting, I learned one thing.

Uncle has nothing left.

The uncle who accompanied me to the court, would eat ice cream with me in the Children's Paradise, and conceived a virtual city casually—the uncle who was so gentle that I would think of it every time I cried when I was a child is gone. up.

So I changed my mind.

I decided not to kill him.

Even if I have nothing, even if I am in such a state of desperation, even if I have almost forgotten my existence.

Uncle is still a very strange person.

Obviously, you can only get a piece of cake if you are obedient and obedient, but the uncle doesn't need me to be obedient, nor does he need me to kill for him.As long as I pretend to be innocent, shake the uncle's arm, be more pitiful and cute, he is willing to buy me any delicious food.

It turns out that as long as I blink my eyes and don't lose my temper, I can get a piece of cake from my uncle.

I like cake, I like candy, and I like sweets, too bad my dad won't allow it.

He said that I would have a toothache and cry regretting my decision today.

There is always a weird connection between people, isn't it?For example, being around a particular person, you can’t help but want to make physical contact with the other person, such as receiving an irresistible invitation.

In this way, one morning, I had an idea.

How bad will our relationship be if uncle likes me?

want to see.

I decided to set up a trick every step of the way-to trick him into understanding me, to trick him into wanting me.This is the first time I played a prank on someone.

Especially every time I miss being bullied by the uncle, I can actually break free, and even have the ability to smash his skull, but I don't want to do it.I feel... the uncle looked at me, and there was something I longed for.

When he kisses my lips, when he's so smitten with me that he wants to say no but can't help galloping inside me.

When he said he likes me, loves me.

Heart is hot.

It's like a little shrike that can't fly yet, jumping and jumping, can jump to the high blue sky.

Humans are attracted to gentleness and kindness.I've read it before—once you've had a taste of life around someone like that, once you want to spend the rest of your life with him, once you're at his door you won't want to leave.

So, it must be like, it must be love.

Because I like uncle.

Because I love him.

and so.

- I want to end it all.

***

There are still 9 and [-] minutes before the next train, and the display screen of the bus stop is jumping numbers in an orderly manner.

Qiu Shihuan looked at the screen intently, and lowered his head to confirm the address on the phone.

He was wearing a hooded jacket with a fox-fur-trimmed hood that hid half of his face in soft down.Before going out, Qiu Shihuan deliberately found a round-neck sweater from the closet with a white background.

He stood on the street with the zipper of his jacket open, and the hands in his pockets fiddled with the metal pendant on his trousers from time to time.

Not long after, a girl with short hair came slowly in the alley not far away.

The other party was wearing a long blue sweater with a pattern of a row of golden ducklings.Qiu Shihuan couldn't help but stop at the last duckling.

"Ah, hello." Seemingly noticing the boy's slightly curious gaze, the girl put the bag on the side of the seat and smiled at him, "Are you waiting for the bus too? Do you want to chat with me?"

Qiu Shihuan didn't answer, just turned his head away and remained silent.

The girl who had been shut down opened her mouth, and lowered her head in embarrassment, staring at her own toes, at a loss.

She looked up at the countdown to the stop sign, and there was still a while before the next bus arrived.She breathed a sigh of relief, took out a bottle of yogurt and a bag of biscuits from her bag, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

Qiu Shihuan noticed the plastic bag in her hand.

the boy asked curiously.

"What does it taste like?"

"What, what's the smell... Ah, tell me this." The girl was so frightened that she almost spilled the yogurt.She didn't expect that this seemingly quiet boy would suddenly strike up a conversation with her.After realizing the little guy's attempt, she handed over a biscuit, "This is a cookie, made by my mother. There are a lot of chocolate beans in it. Do you want to try it?"

Qiu Shihuan accepted her kindness without hesitation and took a bite.

"Thank you." He said bluntly, "very sweet."

The girl looked at him speechlessly.

What the hell is going on with this impolite fellow?

She was just about to take a sip of yogurt to hide her embarrassment.At this moment, the boy who complained that the cookies were too sweet just now turned around without warning, and grabbed a handful from the bag.

"Didn't you just say it was very sweet?"

"I like sweets." Qiu Shihuan looked at her, put a piece into his mouth, "I didn't say I don't like it."

"You are so strange." The girl smiled and opened the bag, "Do you still want to eat? You can eat whatever you like. By the way, my name is Anya, how about you?"

She didn't have time to get an answer.

Because, the accident happened in the next second.

A motorcycle without a license plate smashed through the cardboard boxes at the entrance of the alley. The rider turned the head of the car skillfully, locked on the target, and sped towards the station.

Qiu Shihuan ate the last biscuit without looking up.Relying on himself to gain the upper hand, the rider leaned out half of his body to Anya who didn't know the situation. His intentions were obvious.

Amidst the deafening roar of the internal combustion engine, he ignored Qiu Shihuan who looked calm, and the torque under the action of high speed exploded with astonishing power, and the spinning tire almost pulled out a serpentine arc.

The man reaches for the girl's bag.

Anya didn't have time to react at all, and her arms felt a burst of irresistible resistance.

After the rider succeeded, he quickly increased the speed, and a large amount of white smoke was emitted from the exhaust pipe, trying to use the speed difference to get rid of the victim who refused to let go.Anya's center of gravity was unsteady, her knees gave way and she fell down, hitting the steps heavily.

She screamed and instinctively reached out to Qiu Shihuan.

Before he could whimper in his throat, his body was dragged all the way into the middle of the traffic by a huge force.

She clutched the bag and refused to let go.

"Please, please help me, please help me—"

Qiu Shihuan ignored Anya's cry for help, but bent down to pick up the plastic bag that the girl threw on the ground.

He also wanted to grab a piece of snack to satisfy his craving, but when he opened it, he found that the biscuit inside had been broken into pieces.

The boy showed a slightly surprised expression.

He stood up, pressed his palms above his spine and moved his head and neck from side to side.

Amidst the subtle crackling of bones, he looked at the motorcycle that hadn't gone far without blinking.

What happened next only lasted less than 3 minutes.

The rider didn't drive very far, dragging a struggling living person was too conspicuous for him, and it might bring danger home.

So he decided to rear wheel Anya until she gave up.

The moment the car slows down, reverses and rolls back——

His jaw hurt, and the sole of his foot was lifted a centimeter from the ground.By the time the rider realized that he was being strangled by someone behind his neck, it was too late.

The angle formed between the attacker's upper and lower arms was so strong that the rider was unable to resist, and his eyes turned white from being strangled.

Through the shaking rearview mirror, the rider could barely see a figure half a head taller than himself, and he couldn't think about what kind of person could firmly lock a grown man's throat with just one arm.

The rider only felt that the boy's face could not be linked to such a terrifying power at all.

"Forgiveness, forgiveness..." The rider wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only pant intermittently, "I will... let go..."

"Why?" Qiu Shihuan squeezed him tightly, and the man's neck bone that was stretched to the extreme was crying out in grief.The boy asked suspiciously, "It's strange, you probably wanted to crush that aunt's skull with a wheel just now. Why didn't you do it? Don't you like the sound of skull cracking?"

"No, no, I..."

"Crush it quickly." Qiu Shihuan increased his strength, and patted the man's helmet with a smile. "It's hard to keep what you want to do in your heart."

"I dare not, I dare not." The poor guy endured the heavy beating of his heart again, his trachea was in excruciating pain, and the air and throat tissue were about to be crushed.Blood all over the body pushed to the top of the skull - but nothing could save a poor man who was about to suffocate.Under the pressure of a strong sense of near-death, the rider's legs trembled and he spit out white foam, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Qiu Shihuan frowned unhappily.

"Why do you have to apologize to me?" He sighed, and removed the other party's jawbone with a "click", "Why do interesting performances always end abruptly? It's so disappointing. I thought, you can at least bring Give me some fun..."

Qiu Shihuan turned around and kicked the opponent's calf bone to pieces.

Ignoring that the man fell to the ground, holding his injured right leg, he only dared to let out a hoarse cry of pain.

The boy turned around and crossed the road.

"Wow, I didn't use much strength, the uncle in strange clothes is so afraid of pain." The boy couldn't help but glanced back, and waved vigorously at the man, "Uncle, next time you perform, you can't give up halfway. Because I'm going to break your spine straight away."

The riders on the ground panicked.

The boy stopped a small car that wanted to grab the green light, and walked forward swaggeringly.

"Well, please wait." An Ya, who was covered in injuries, grabbed the bag on the ground and limped to follow him, "Please..." She staggered to avoid a speeding sports car and chased after him with difficulty. past.

Qiu Shihuan ignored it, because the number on the stop sign had 3 minutes left.

"Please wait for me." She wiped the blood from her cheeks, and sat down on the bench at the station panting, "Thank you, thank you very much. This package contains my mother's medical expenses. The insulin at home is used It's over, I'm going to the hospital to dispense medicine for her in a while. Without you, I really don't know what to do..."

Qiu Shihuan was still staring at the beating numbers, not interested in what she said.

Anya seemed to have thought of something, and quickly searched in her bag: "Yes, yes, there is still an unopened can of yogurt in my bag. If you don't mind, please take it." She took the yogurt , and persistently handed it to Qiu Shihuan, his frayed wrist couldn't stop shaking, "It's delicious, there is yellow peach and coconut jelly. It's not sour."

The boy looked at her and stretched out his hand naturally.

When the bus slowly entered the station, Anya deliberately followed him to the door to say goodbye to him.

But the boy who got a bottle of yogurt didn't reply and just boarded the car on his own.

He swiped his identification card and walked into the empty compartment.The door closed with the exhaust sound of the air pump.Qiu Shihuan grabbed the armrest and was about to find a seat to sit down, but his eyes glanced at a piece of glass in front of him inadvertently.

He saw Anya still standing on the steps of the station, waving goodbye to him with a smile on her face.

The young man didn't know how to answer, and lowered his head in thought.

Until the bus enters the cave tunnel, the scenery in front of you disappears among the exposed bricks and alcoves.

Qiu Shihuan stared at his hand intently, and slowly raised it to a certain height.

Then, his eyes drooped slightly, he spread his five fingers together, and separated them.

As if saying goodbye to someone.

"Goodbye, Anya."

The announcement sounded and the vehicle left the platform.

【The final stop this time is B-93 Amusement Park. 】