White City Murder Expo

I have a younger brother who was born with some mental problems and died before he was ten years old.A year before his death, the sudden loss of being the youngest hit him hard.There are always children born in our family.

In my impression, he never really learned to speak. He just snorted a few times when he was happy and squeezed out a dog-like whine from his throat when he was angry. Other than that, he only screamed.He couldn't cry or laugh--he would cry, and I pinched his arm, and I found he had as many tears as anyone else, but he couldn't cry, which was strange.He can speak a few sporadic words, but I am afraid that this cannot be used as a proof that he is a human being. He gives me the feeling that a pet can hear its owner call its own name, that's all.

The younger brother is afraid of the second sister, he always follows me.I don't like to let others know that I have a stupid brother, but I can't drive him away. If my dad finds out that I bully my brother, he will beat me up, and then my brother will suck his finger next to him.Once I was sprawled out on the couch and my dad put the belt back on the waistband of his pants and left.My younger brother leaned over and looked at me, as if he didn't feel hatred, anger, etc. at all. He even touched my red and swollen butt that was hanging in the air.I jumped up, yelled like crazy, and threw everything at him, and he was beaten away by me, and he didn't come to haunt me for a long time, until a month later, he lost a tooth, and he put it A small molar was soaked in hydrogen peroxide, and it was very white.One day I found this soaked in hydrogen peroxide on my desk, thought it was a prank, and threw it down the drain.

He started screaming endlessly after discovering that the teeth were gone.At first, Mom tried to calm him down; when Dad came home, he hugged my screaming brother on his knees, but the alarm-like screaming eventually only made him take off the belt again.It was the only time in my brother's life that he cried out, sharp and sharp like some small wounded beast, until nothing came out.

From this time on, I wanted to get back together with him, but he, this stubborn guy who seemed to come from an alien planet, shut me out forever.He'd still stand by and watch while I was being spanked, he was still changing his teeth, that's when I hooked him back to the shore with a drying rack later and saw a gap in his swollen face with a gaping mouth found.

I remember one time, in the afternoon of summer vacation, I slept past the hottest point, and when I got up, I felt very dazed, and half of my body was covered with red marks from the mat. I scratched the uneven marks on my skin while walking. Going downstairs, I took a bottle of milk from the ice bucket that had long run out of ice. I heard a rustling sound upstairs, and I didn't bother to turn around.

The milk is not cold, I don't know if it is rancid.I tasted it with the tip of my tongue first, and it was ok, at least not sour.Then he took half a sip and smacked his mouth, making sure there was nothing wrong with it, he drank normally.When I was swallowing, something suddenly stuck in my throat, it was too big and I couldn't swallow it.I was startled, and held the sink to spit it out—there was a beetle in the sink.A brown, upturned, milk-stained beetle.

The milk in the glass bottle dropped my hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound. The fragments bounced and scratched the back of my feet, and the stench of milk permeated instantly.The acidic water surged up one after another, and I threw myself in front of the pool to vomit. At this moment, the shrill laughter of a child of gender indiscernibility came from the second floor.

I raised my head suddenly, my lips were wet, covered with spit out milk and saliva, these liquids hung on the corners of my mouth, and slowly fell into the pool like a spider landing.

My brother was standing on the stairs, banging on the banister and laughing like a scream, shouting at me, "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!  …"

He slapped the railing hard.

Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang.

"Sue!"

A knock on the door woke me up instantly.I sat up suddenly from the bed, breathing rapidly, and my heart was beating extremely fast.I reached into my mouth with a trembling hand, stirred it around, and swallowed carefully, so slowly that I could feel the trajectory of the Adam's apple rolling up and down.

nothing.I was relieved, it turned out to be a dream.Whether it's that tooth, or the beetle in the milk... I'm turning 42 this year.

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Because the original cover was too bloody, I changed it at the request of the editor... Don't miss me

Fanwaiji a shopping

The supermarket is far from our home.But sometimes if I find it troublesome to make a list of needs, I will go to the supermarket with Butcher, and occasionally I will meet acquaintances on the road, and they will say: "Your son is taller than you!" I will turn my head to look He—really, since I don't know when, Butcher has grown taller than me.What's going on?It's like planting a handful of seeds in the garden and not taking care of them, and one day they will pop up by themselves.

I asked him: "Do you still remember? When I was young, you led me like this. At that time, you could only hold my two fingers." I hooked his index finger and middle finger and held them in the palm of my hand.He withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

"Shy?" I said.

He didn't speak, just glanced at me and asked, "Have you brought any money?"

"Bring it."

"Look in your pocket."

I checked my coat pocket, but there was nothing there.I dug out another pocket, turned out both trouser pockets, and they were all empty.I was dumbfounded.At this time, Butcher calmly took out the wallet and the house key from his pocket, and asked, "Do you know where I found it, Dad? It's in your tooth cup."

"Huh?" I said.

he laughed.He is playing tricks on me!

I have the impression that Butcher is still very young, but it is also in my impression that I entrusted him with many things early on, such as cooking.What is missing at home is often known to him, but not to me.This feeling is like turning into an old man with dementia in advance, being taken by his own child, watching him skillfully select the things to buy, jam, milk, shampoo... like a child, very Amazed by this scene.

"There's a bookstore next door, do you remember?" I asked.

He said he remembered.

Maps hung on the walls of the bookstore.A map of the world and a map of the entire United States. I used to hold a bag in one hand and support Butcher riding on my neck with the other, pointing at the map to teach him to recognize the names of those states and the corresponding historical figures... At that time, he was very interested in history, and I thought he would not choose science and engineering subjects.

"Where did mom go?" I asked.

He gnawed on his fingers.Children are like this, their attention will go to other places inexplicably, like a soul out of their bodies.You can't always pull him back by force, or part of his soul will fall out.

After a while he said, "Pennsylvania."

Yes, I say yes. What happened here in 1776? ...

"Is there anything else to buy?" Butcher asked me.

I thought about it and took a plastic watering pot.I told him the ones at home were eaten by mice, but, those roses...

There is a little rose in the backyard of our house. It used to be a large area, but now it is almost dead.Butcher and I don't give a damn about her, but it's hard for me to imagine a garden without roses at all.The rose was a very vulgar flower, and yet everyone became forgiving at the mention of her.

We talked about those flowers on the way home.

"This is your mother's rose," I said. "When she slapped her head and insisted on planting flowers, it was like insisting on giving birth to you. I didn't take much care of her."

"So it's used to being left out?"

"Then you'll have to ask Hua," I said. "Perhaps it's because she hates Matilda."

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This episode is before everything happens~ What did you buy on Double Eleven?