Mr Killer Next Door

Very troublesome.

The interrogation from morning to night, the evidence obtained from the on-site investigation, including the people who came to visit me were very troublesome.

Of course, occasionally there will be reporters who bribe the police to take advantage of the chaos.I remember it was a Latin guy with black-rimmed glasses, curly hair, and a hairstyle that wasn't trendy at all.The man took out his press card and tried to induce me to reveal the details of the case.I know he kept a tape recorder in his coat pocket.

Facing the notorious serial murderer - that is me.He was restless and nervous.Sweat all over the neck.

During the short 10-minute meeting, this person asked me a series of boring questions, and even took out a tiny video camera and pointed it at my face, waiting for an opportunity to film.

I guess he wants to make a fortune out of it.

Facing the camera, I couldn't help showing a long-lost smile.

"I like your neck."

"what?"

"I can imagine what it would look like after it was cut sideways. Fat, lymph, nerves, arteries and veins..."

The self-righteous reporter turned pale from my fright and quickly ended the interview.

But I couldn't taste any joy in his reaction.

really.

It would be great if uncle was by my side, my mood should improve.

But speaking of Uncle, how many times have I turned down his visitation requests this week?It seems like a dozen times.

What would the uncle think.

Maybe you're about to give up on me.

so good.You don't have to be harassed by the media and agencies like me. "! Shan! Yu! Yu! Xi!"

But then again, I've never been able to figure it out.

Obviously I have pleaded guilty, and I have even taken charges that have nothing to do with me-why can't they be sentenced quickly?

The police officer in charge of me said that this was a formal procedure during the detention and it was also out of humanitarian concern for me.

It's strange, isn't it?I didn't cry out that I needed humanitarian care, but the rules were imposed on me anyway.No matter how many times they say "no need", they still won't give up until I make another big fuss.

I have no friends.

Usually, I only maintain the simplest social relationship, and even the application made by the uncle is deliberately avoided.

Why do such people receive requests to meet every day?

I don't quite understand why.

However, I ended up seeing one of them at the urging of my lawyer.

The other party seems to have applied for multiple times, but I have rejected them all.

Entering the meeting room was a little girl who looked familiar.

I seem to be younger than me, so I can't call you auntie.

But I can't remember her name, even if I've said it hundreds of times.

She introduced herself as Li Yuanxi.

"Big brother." The little girl sat outside the glass and looked at me quietly, "Thank you for willing to see me."

I couldn't read the emotion on her face.

I can only guess that the other person wants to smile at me.

I ignored it.

The little girl who got the cold shoulder didn't seem to know how to start, and I found that her hand gestures made some standard movements when she was nervous.

"I've seen it all. Recently, big brother has been appearing on the news." She grabbed the corner of her skirt, not daring to meet my gaze, "Everyone is talking about you. I feel a little worried when I am abroad, so I take a ride alone. The train is coming."

What does my business have to do with her?

What a strange reason.

"so what?"

The little girl bit her lip and lowered her head.

Her voice became very soft, and it was hard to hear.

"They said that you designed to kill the adoptive father's child in order to fight for property. They said that you killed so many people, but you didn't want to avenge your sister at all. They said that you were ungrateful. You were obviously the one who participated in the frame-up and forced her to die. Let so many people be buried together."

That's it.

Already guessed it.

During the time when my sister fell from the building, my father blocked all possible news about Alfonso and Crested Ibis Technology.

Therefore, people unscrupulously abused and insulted her on the Internet.Call her jealous, call her ugly, call her filthy beyond repair, slander her torn body as a shameless proof, the magic of money, the big Babylon on the forehead.

My sister doesn't care about these things.

"and then?"

I pretended to be very interested.

"They said." She shivered and tightened her shoulders, as if she was about to cry, "How can you take revenge for a trivial matter? How stupid is it to take revenge for a cheap prostitute. And... those people still Say, what’s wrong with a person who sells his body after he dies, what’s there to be angry about.” The little girl whimpered, “Nonsense...how could they say such things?”

It was the first time I saw her in the eye.

"Why? It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with you."

"Because, big brother saved me." She raised her head, tears fell from her eyes, "Although sister Warren is still very scared, even though she has not been able to face you so far. But I remember, you shot me in the hotel That time."

I guessed what she was going to say: "...I never thought of saving you."

"Then why didn't you kill me?" She stared into my eyes, and bit her lip tremblingly, "Big brother's marksmanship is actually very accurate, right? Why did you just shoot me instead of killing me with one shot."

I fell silent again.

Killing may require a reason.

But since when did you need a reason not to kill someone?

"I don't know your motive. Maybe it's because my brother thinks it's pointless to kill me. Maybe there's some other reason. But I understand." She said with an expectation that I couldn't respond, "If you don't , no one can end our suffering. Why is the big brother who gave the rebellion a glimmer of hope here?"

"Because I killed someone."

"I know, I'm sorry, big brother. Of course I know this truth. Some things can't be forgiven no matter what." She was so emotional that she almost knocked off her chair and stood in front of the glass and burst into tears, "But, but... ...I can't deny you just like that."

"why?"

I want to know the answer to this.

I wondered why I was trusted by the girl in front of me.

It doesn't make sense, does it?

I once thought of killing her.I'm not like Uncle, I didn't do anything for her.

Why would she keep these strange things firmly in her heart.

Why are you obsessed with me?

"I know. I've been in a dark place for a long time, and I know what kindness is and what light is. Even if it's just a little bit." She broke down in tears, "I can tell the difference...you are a very good person."

I fell into a long silence.

At the last second when she was also waiting for an answer, I said an answer that even I thought was unbelievable.

"There is no other reason. I just feel a little nostalgic." I said, "...so at that time, I suddenly didn't want to kill you."

Li Yuanxi sat in her original position, unaware that tears were streaming down her chin.

She suddenly laughed.

"Actually, after the incident in the amusement park. I was interviewed by a lot of media who don't know the name, and they would come to ask me. What did you look like in the past. Did you show the idea of ​​hating the world and hating someone? They asked Do I think you look like the kind of person who would kill someone?"

I really don't want to join such a boring topic.

So I tried to hide my head in the shadow of my arms.

But in this room, I have nowhere to hide.

"I said, you and uncle are both my heroes."

"Wipe it."

At some point, the meeting ended.

The police officer in charge of me came to me and handed me a tissue.

I subconsciously reached out and touched my cheek.

Don't know when it started.

Cheeks are wet.

***

I did not refuse the next visit.

After all, on this day, the people who come to see me are very special.

"Uncle."

Before he sat down, I called out a title I was not used to.

"Huh? Has anything happened recently?" The uncle didn't seem to be angry because of my previous rejection.He appeared anxious, nearly knocked over the chair, and even asked the officer to put the clock on his right.But when he looked at me, he was still as gentle as ever, "Shihuan, you don't look very happy."

"No." I didn't know how to answer, so I just smiled, "I feel better after seeing Uncle."

"I wanted to bring you something to eat." The uncle looked at me with some guilt, and then at the police officer next to him, "However, there are rules here, and I am not allowed to bring you anything."

"Uncle, how are you doing recently?"

I'm not sticking to the topic of snacks.

"My contract with the landlord of the rental house has expired. Now, I have changed to another place to rent. The scenery there is very nice, close to the sea. There are attics, farmland, and windmills. It is the house of a relative of Braun. He He is a very friendly old man, and the baked bread is very delicious." He took out his mobile phone and shared with me pictures of the countryside, "By the way, Braun and Diego have left the federal territory."

"Who is Braun? Who is Diego?"

"You forgot again." The uncle shook his head helplessly and explained to me patiently, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember. You just need to know that they are going on their honeymoon." He stared at the picture on the screen. The photo was fascinated, "However, since they have obtained a residence permit overseas, they probably won't come back here in the future."

I didn't like this topic, so I sighed loudly on purpose.

"Uncle, I'm so bored. Tell me a story?"

"Tell a story." He seemed to be stumped by me, "I didn't prepare any interesting stories today."

"It doesn't matter." I said with a smile, "Didn't uncle tell me about himself before? We made it into a very boring country story, so he fell asleep after listening to it."

The uncle looked at me in surprise: "Did you listen? I thought you didn't hear a word..."

"Of course I listened." I squeezed the chain of the handcuffs unhappily, "Uncle looked down on me again. I just can't remember the name, and it's not that I don't have a good brain."

Later, the uncle seemed to have forgotten about the time.

His elbows rested on the table, his crossed fingers resting on his chin.Eyes drift to the upper left.

It took him a while to tell me about his mom, and his dad, cornered by debt.

When talking about the usury who broke into the room and accidentally killed my mother, the uncle gave me a deep look.

I think he has a lot to say to me.

But I don't know how to speak.

"When my mother died, it was really cold and cold. I was holding the admission certificate, standing by the bathtub, at a loss. My first thought was not to call the police or find a loan shark. I wanted to kill My Father."

"That night, I didn't even wear my shoes, so I picked up a fruit knife and ran downstairs to the rental house where he lived. But I looked at the window that was still on, and the smell of food was wafting from there, and there were women and The child’s laughter. I was inexplicably reminded of the unfinished pot of potatoes and beef at home. I couldn’t bear it anymore, and sat on the side of the road, covering my face spinelessly and crying.”

"I thought at the time. The man I'm going to kill is my dad, yes, one stab in the stomach and it's over. Because I hate him--hate him for ruining this family and my mother. But I used to I also rode on his neck and lived lawlessly." He said, "I held a knife and didn't know what to do for a while."

"At this moment, an aunt who was pushing roasted sweet potatoes passed by, and she patted me on the shoulder." The uncle bit his lip and continued, "I didn't look up, but I knew how much others would see when I looked up. Looks like a coward. But Auntie didn't say anything, just stuffed me with a baked sweet potato, and then left silently."

"I still remember it. The sweet potato was sweet and soft. I just peeled a small piece. Suddenly, my hand softened and I couldn't hold the knife anymore."

The uncle raised his head, closed his eyes and smiled.

"I was thinking at the time. My mother fought so hard for my future. I can't waste it on that man, and I can't take it easy on him. I want to live for her—after that day, I borrow After finishing my mother's funeral, my father didn't even get any benefits."

He opened his eyes suddenly, and slowly separated his five fingers against the glass.

I felt his urge to touch me.

"Shihuan, if at that time, I choose to stay by your side, take your bouquet, or give you a hug." He leaned his forehead up, with tears rolling down between his eyelashes, "Would you be a Happy kid."

I looked at him, as if the breath could cling to each other through the cold glass.

"Happiness..." I couldn't hear my own voice clearly, "When I was 12 years old, there was already an angel who brought me a lifetime of happiness."

That day, the fallen leaves did not actually fall on me.

It fell into my heart.

This fall is six years.