White City Murder Expo

I was soaking wet, and I was banging on a door. The door panel shook and made a continuous banging sound, and my fist began to ache.Why is there no door in this world willing to open for me?I'm really alone and everyone is doing their own thing but it has nothing to do with me.

Suddenly, the door opened, and I fell forward, and was supported by a person on the shoulders, and stood firm.I looked up and saw Sirian.The confusion in his eyes made me feel so ashamed that I wanted to run away immediately.I don't know why I came here uninvited, obviously every time he invited me, I didn't go to the appointment, and I stood here as soon as I recovered.I apologized vaguely, turned around to leave, staggered, and was pulled by him again.

So now I'm sitting on the sofa at Sirian's house in his clothes, water dripping from my hair.

"Did you come here in the rain?" he asked.

I nodded and shook my head, and sneezed twice.

Cillian smiled, his eyes soft. "You're drunk, Sue," he said, and went to get a towel, put it over my head, and held a glass in the other hand, and I smelled whiskey from it, and I was reaching for it. , but he raised his hand and walked away, "Do you remember who I am?"

"Cirian," I said, "I don't know your full name yet."

He handed the cup to my mouth, I dodged for a while, then tentatively took a sip from his hand, and as soon as I swallowed it, my body became much warmer.

"Why don't you go home?" he asked.

"I killed people."

His hands didn't even tremble once.

"Are not you afraid?"

Cillian was noncommittal, as if it was just a joke.He set the glass away and toweled my hair.I was stunned, at a loss, only when I was very young, my mother would rub my hair like this.

"Will it be uncomfortable?" He asked softly. If you don't listen carefully, you will easily miss the sigh-like question. "I have rescued many animals, but I have never brought people home."

"Where are all the animals?"

His movements paused: "Dead."

"All dead?"

"They're all..." he said, as if lost in memory, "some were too old, some were too sick. There were a lot of small animals in the snow in winter, some just froze, some... I put them When I brought it home, I realized that it had been dead for a long time.”

"Why are you doing these things?"

"Because it's pitiful," he said, looking down at me, and I saw pity in those gray eyes. "You're pitiful, too, Sue." At some point he stopped wiping his hair, The index finger touched my eyes and the corners of my mouth, "Look carefully, the wound has not completely disappeared."

"It won't hurt anymore." I shrunk my neck uncomfortably, and he withdrew his hand.

I don't think I'm pathetic at all, I'm just... no, I'm really pathetic.I started to feel sad, my fingers got tangled up, and my nails were stripped so that there was nowhere else to start.I begged him for some more wine, and talked incoherently about me and the inspector. When talking about him and the child, Cillian frowned tightly.Then I talked about how I saw the group of people in the bar, how I followed them, entered the detective's house through the window, I identified the drugs, and finally lured the detective to commit suicide.I didn't know he was really going to die, I said, I thought it would be me.

Cillian was sitting next to me, listening to these drunk nonsense seriously. If I could see the priest's expression behind the curtain of the confessional, I don't think that expression would be more compassionate than Cillian's now.His existence puzzled me, and when I thought of this kind of person really living, I felt even more small and sad.

"Will you tell anyone?" I asked.

"Tell someone what?"

"I killed someone."

"You're tired." He said gently.

I thought it would be great if someone would give me a hug at this time.Cillian really put his arms around me.I buried my head in his chest, my voice choked: "Yes, I'm so tired..."

Will you tell others?After a while, I repeatedly asked him, go file a case and sentence me to death; then I immediately overturned my statement, no, I was just drunk, please don’t do this... My eyes are swollen and painful, already I couldn't cry anymore, I almost howled dryly like an animal, exposing the ugly appearance that made me lose face.

I was cold and wet, and I kept getting close to him, clinging to him, trying to absorb Cillian's dry and warm body temperature.His tiny dodging motion kind of stabbed me.But at this moment, I became shameless, wanting to confirm something too much, leaned up to bite his collarbone clumsily, and kissed his neck. Cillian has been hiding in a panic, but he doesn't seem to be really disgusted.

"Your eyes are blue," he said, and the next moment he pulled me off him with determination again. "You're drunk, Sue, and we can't do this."

"Are you rejecting me because I'm old?"

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"Your eyes are very blue," Cillian kept looking at me as I did it, as if there was something strange about my appearance. "You look like you're going to shatter any minute, Sue." He brushed his hand away to block it. The wet hair in my eyes, wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of my eyes with my fingertips, and kissed me delicately, made me feel uneasy.For some reason, I almost feel pain at the thought of losing this tenderness that was not mine.

"Don't leave me, promise me, you won't push me away..." I called many people's names indiscriminately, Matilda, Susan, I don't know why it was Susan; but there was no Cillian.We met so late that he wasn't the kind of guy I could remember when I was drunk.

"I'll be here, Sue," he said, "until you're better."

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In this chapter Cillian picks up the rain-soaked dog (and puts the dog to sleep)

ah!Although I haven’t updated in the past few days, I’ve been writing articles almost every day...the manuscript over there is not going well, so I’d like to write some fresh Suixixixi (Storm Inhalation.gif) This chapter is very honest and cute .

In the past few days, I have watched Yimei’s movies again. I watched Dirt today. It seems that I watched this movie before I went to high school. After so many years, watching it again is like a new movie. It’s so cute. Zhan Yimei, although he was indeed very beautiful when he was young, but I think he has the most charm (?) when he was in his thirties, he became a little fat, unshaven, and became hairy, cute, and yearning.

Back then, my friends who chatted with European and American stars every day were terrified by Kazumi’s women’s clothing in "The Dirt" after watching Dirt, but I feel good about that!I think the difference between cross-dressing is the sense of incongruity. Men wear too small and ill-fitting women’s clothing, make-up on their faces poorly, and smell of inferior perfume all over their bodies. There is a lingering sense of cheapness, as if they are treated casually. It doesn't matter...

Let's see the dirt on the days when there is no update!If you can’t find the source, you can private message me on Weibo, but mine is 720p