White City Murder Expo

Susan is getting ready to go home.She didn't want to take the car, so I had to walk with her for a while. There were countless moments when I was glad that I was crippled, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why I walked like this, as if something was stuck between my legs.Cold sweat completely soaked the back of my clothes, and I felt worse and worse. I hated Butcher more than I did now.I began to think that the idea of ​​going to pick him up was absurd, and I couldn't help feeling hopeless at the thought of facing him again when I got home.

Soon, night fell, and the ring road was still very lively.I'm hungry, I don't have any money left, and I see all those bright neon lights, those timid and excited country women on the street... Some of them are very dark, and I wonder if any of them will be Petra's father Mom or siblings.Chicago seemed to be a living thing, and the throbbing of its heartbeat came from the ground beneath its feet.

I was in the crowd, panicked for a while, and finally ran away on this road that I didn't know how many times I had traveled.I got into the car in embarrassment, ducking my head to avoid all curious eyes, my stomach cramping.

I have to go home.

The house was brightly lit, and Butcher had prepared supper and was waiting for me.Seeing me coming back, he looked up at the wall clock, as if he wanted to ask where I had been—he always asked the bottom of this kind of question, but not today.He put away the cutlery, opened a bottle of beer and put it in my place, and he didn't sit down until I sat down. This kind of attention made me shudder.Is he apologizing for what happened yesterday, or has he already regarded me as his woman?I had no clue, and I couldn't ask him, so I had to put on a cold and hard attitude as a resistance.Even under the table, when his legs touched mine, I got goosebumps on my skin.

"Nothing happened today," he said.

I am noncommittal.

He said: "She had a bad reputation in school. Some people said that she ran away with other men, and some people said that they saw her walking in the direction of the train station."

Oh, I say.

He said, "You don't seem to be worried at all. Why?"

"Why?" I said, "It's not me who did the murder."

Butcher glanced at me and said nothing, the atmosphere became very depressed.I cut open the steak, the blood mixed with oil came out, I stopped my hand, and took a sip of wine to suppress the urge to vomit.I lost my appetite, dumped the meat into the trash can, pushed the plate aside casually, picked up the wine bottle, and prepared to go back to the living room.

Butcher asked from behind: "Which woman is it this time?"

"What?" I turned to look at Butcher, who had a straight face and didn't speak.I think of the cold war between Butcher and me after I got involved with Petra.

I thought of Petra's body, her head rolled down at my feet.I think of Susan's round eyes, the serious expression on her small face.Finally I remembered Butcher when he held the knife.

are you threatening meI put the wine bottle on the table with a bang, walked over to pull him up from the chair in three steps, grabbed him by the collar, and slammed him against the wall: "Who else do you want to kill? Butcher Sides?"

Butcher frowned and looked down at me.

"Are you hurting, Daddy?" he said suddenly and incoherently.

I punched him.He stared at me, pushing up his cheeks with his tongue into a small bulge, looking thoughtful.After a while, he said sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Whatever he says adds fuel to the fire.I kicked the chair away and knocked him down with my fist.He didn't resist at all, and let me call on him the dirty fighting methods I learned from Lu Bing.Butcher was as indifferent as a puppet, the only human-like thing was the painful cry from his nasal cavity.Suddenly, he raised his hand to catch my fist, pulled my shoulders and pushed me down to the ground. The back of my head hit the floor hard, and I was in a trance for a moment. Then, the severe pain completely ignited my brain. Furious, I punched him in the face without hesitation, pushing him back hard.Butcher bumped against the foot of the table, and the bottle on the table fell to the floor and shattered, bang!The loud noise seemed to press the pause button, and the smell of alcohol permeated in an instant.

I wiped my face with my hand, and the nosebleed left a trail of blood on the back of my hand.Butcher covered his face, panting heavily, and never took his eyes off me from the beginning to the end.The two of us were at an impasse.After a while, I stood up staggeringly, and he immediately made a defensive posture. I sneered, spit bloody saliva on the ground, turned around and planned to get a new bottle of wine, and then rested on the sofa for a while .

It was too late when I heard footsteps behind me.Butcher rushed up from behind, and I first fell to my knees, with a crisp sound of overwhelmed knees, and then I was knocked face down again.He rode on me, grabbed my hair and slammed my head on the ground. I didn't even have time to struggle. After the first impact, my unconscious mind immediately fell into a very strong dizziness.

I am constantly trying to climb forward.At this time, there will be no struggle and resistance, only escape or death.I couldn't dodge him, the blood marks extended forward with my movement, my wailing sound gradually decreased, and finally only intermittent body twitches remained... I know, that's probably how Petra died.Is he going to kill me too?

Butcher's rampage came to an abrupt halt.His hand pressed on my artery for a long time, pulling me up from the ground, his trembling and warm breath fell on the pinna of my ear, he didn't say anything, just breathing, exhale, it sounded like The sound of crying.He held me in his arms and repeatedly kissed the corners of my eyes, cheekbones, and corners of my mouth. These kisses were as light as butterflies falling.I turned away from him, elbowed his stomach, and heard him grunt like he was about to vomit.I chuckled, blood flowed out of my nostrils one after another, and then my eyes went black and I passed out.

When I woke up again, I found that I was lying on the bed with a blanket on my body. When I tilted my head, the ice pack rolled down my face.

It was raining outside the window, the window was crackling, and occasionally the muffled thunder rolled from afar.I sat up slowly, and turned my tongue around in my mouth. I felt that my teeth were a little loose, and my mouth was full of blood foam.I was going to wash my mouth and get out of bed slowly. When I opened the door, I saw Butcher sitting by the door with his knees crossed, looking up at me.His face was bruised and purple, and I thought my situation would not be any better.

I asked, "What are you doing here?"

There was a burst of thunder outside the window.Butcher was silent, and moved a little to the side to make room for my entry and exit.

When he came back from the toilet, he was still sitting at the door, and it seemed that he didn't plan to move his nest tonight.I went back to the room, slammed the door in front of him, and lay on the bed but couldn't sleep, just tossed and turned.

Butcher was always a very distressed child, and as a child, in this weather, he used to crawl in from the tail of the bed, crying, into my arms, and I had to rack my brains to make up stories to comfort him. .

When did he suddenly grow into what he is now?Since when was he able to hold me in his arms in reverse, and when did he kill me?

It seems that someone has lamented to me that life is fleeting.Some people I knew died and I was alive, which means nothing.So many drunken days flew by and I only noticed that my nails were growing fast.Recently, I suddenly saw traces of the passage of time from Butcher. I suddenly found that he had already passed the age where he would be forgiven for everything, but what else could he do besides forgive him?Anyway, Butcher is my only child, my biological child.I couldn't watch him in jail, I couldn't hold a gun at him, and when I saw the wounds on his body, I ached.I am helpless in front of him, so I have to love him, so as not to fall into the miserable situation of hatred and helplessness.

I thought for a long time, opened the door, and said, "Hug all your quilt and pillows."

Butcher got up and brought the quilt and pillow.There are two quilts on my bed, which looks very crowded, but I will never sleep with him in the same quilt.He tossed and turned, I asked him what's wrong?He said he was in pain all over his body.

I instinctively said I'm sorry, but fuck it, I'm in pain too.I don't know if my brain was smashed, but I kept trying to say something and finally laughed out loud.Butcher looked at me strangely and smiled too.Two inexplicable lunatics, I really want to punch him.

I patiently told him that the Hunter next door might have heard something last night, and I will go to find out the situation tomorrow.He said yes.For some reason, I suddenly felt a little unbearable when I heard his deep voice.In order to get back the feeling I used to have, I began to tell him the endless story that I have told countless times since I was a child: a person is too sad, and moss grows in his eyes...

I think the best thing about Butcher is that he doesn't ask: "And then?" The story ends abruptly, and in the silence of the room, the only sound is the sound of rain feet on the window sill.

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It may be in the bottleneck period recently... Why can't I write articles?Incompetent and furious