White City Murder Expo

Dear Stranger:

When she is unhappy, even taking home two goldfish is unforgivable, her temper is like this.I didn't fight back because her emotions always changed so quickly that I didn't know how to respond in a timely manner.If she calmed down before I came to my senses, shouldn't I start another dispute rashly?Besides, I really love her, my Matilda.if

At this point, I have to stop writing, because the blood has spread to the edge of my letter paper, it is time to return to reality.Andy fell on the table with his head on his side, blood continuously overflowing from under his head, converging into a small reddish-brown lake on the table, smelling the rusty smell of blood, but I thought of the sea in the distance .I can't believe I did all of this, after all, why did I kill him?He was so young, almost a child; and after his death I was filled with tenderness and pity for him. "Ah, that's life." For some reason, the words in my head were spoken in French by a smoking woman.

Next to his head, the wooden sculpture on the table is just beginning to take shape, a long-snouted animal standing upright as if sniffing high up, has anyone ever said it is a fox?What if not?I hesitated, and put it in my own pocket.

Get moving, Sue, and clean up the mess you made.My reason kept clamoring, but I didn't have any strength at all. I just watched, watched the blood flow and solidify, but I just sat aside in a daze, letting time fly by.I am not unaware that the sooner the body is disposed of the better; besides, Cillian would be very, very, very sorry if he saw all this.However, let's say I'm crazy, I clearly feel the anxiety and tension intensified, and at the same time, I have a kind of sexual stimulation in my body; the more my reason pushes myself, the more I actually do nothing. .There is no doubt that if it continues to drag on, it will usher in the worst kind of ending - Cillian pushed the door open and saw Andy's body before he saw me. I can't imagine what kind of reaction he would have, But anyway, by then it will all be over, everything will be destroyed... Just thinking about it makes me feel crazy joy.

After sitting next to the dead body for about an hour, I began to calm down, and the rationality of trying to deal with the problem prevailed again.Now I desperately need something to stimulate me, like, those powders that Andy rejected?I dumped them on the table, rolled the paper into a tube, put it next to my nose, and exhaled.I sneezed violently, and it felt like water was pouring down my nose.After sitting for a while, I got up and made half a pot of coffee. When I poured it out, half of it went into the cup and half on the table, and then I wiped them again, only to make the scene more and more messy.

After trying it myself once, I began to understand why those people couldn't help themselves.Neurological drugs just make you... more relaxed, more optimistic.Although when I was near the body, I couldn't help turning around and throwing myself at the sink to vomit when I smelled the blood, and I accidentally knocked over the coffee cup and wet the bottom of my trousers, but I still felt good.Anyone who sees a dead body throws up, and I'm not indifferent, which means I'm one of the people, right?Maybe I still have a chance to get back into the ranks of everyone?

I picked Andy up, dragged him to the basement, opened the door, it was dark, and there was a dull musty smell coming up.I took a deep breath and pushed him down hard. I heard a few dull bangs, and then everything fell silent.

**

I was happier than I had ever been, and more sober than ever.Things have come to this point, everything is irreversible, and we can only make some additional preparations.I went home and filled a small bottle of ether. On the way, the blind man who was lighting the lamp passed me. After walking a few steps, he turned his head inexplicably and shrugged his nose in confusion. "Who is this?" he asked.I ignored him, just picked up the collar and sniffed it under my nose - if there was any smell on my body, I couldn't smell it, but I was worried that it was a bloody smell, so the first thing I did after opening the door The thing is to borrow Sirian's bathroom to take a good bath, throw away the old clothes, and put on his shirt; I also found a new handkerchief from the cupboard, I just needed a handkerchief.I washed and washed my handkerchief under water, hoping that it would be as clean as possible and worthy of the person it was used for, and the skin on my fingers was whitened and wrinkled because of it, but I felt very happy in this preparation. Happier than usual.

The washed handkerchief was folded and placed in the left pocket, and the small bottle of ether was placed in the right pocket. Then, I wiped the table and the floor, wiped away the blood along the way, and sat at the table where Andy usually sat, looking straight at In the direction of the door, after waiting for three hours and a quarter of an hour, I heard the sound of the door lock turning.

Cillian pushed the door open and entered. I looked at him with hot eye circles, and wept without saying anything.Cillian closed the door at a loss, perhaps before the key could be pulled out of the lock, he walked over, and the first thing he said was: "Where's Andy?" The second sentence was: "How do you smell? "

"I drank."

I said.No, that's the smell of volatile ether.

As for the other question: "Andy had an accident, he fell down the basement stairs."

"……what?"

"He's dead," I said.It's too bad that the phrase came out of my mouth like that, and it sounded so nonchalant.I realized that this was not going to work, and immediately changed my words: "Andy, I don't know, he didn't move at all after he fell." When I spoke, I spoke very fast, incoherent, and almost laughed.

I don't know why this is happening, I don't know if I'm afraid that I can't even tell a lie.

Cillian obviously didn't believe my inconsistent words, and his confusion was palpable, but he didn't know how to react because it was too sudden.Then I begged him to go down with me to have a look. Cillian, who has always been unprincipled, unexpectedly refused this time.

"Why," he said, "Andy fell into the basement?"

I realize now I need a reason, God I need a reason, please don't mess everything up Suysides don't talk nonsense don't be silent say anything don't talk nonsense - he ran away.Yes, Andy, he wanted to escape, and he asked for it all. "He wanted to escape," I said, "I cornered him, the basement door was ajar for some reason, he took a step back and fell." I swallowed, and continued: "He's gone It goes down like a sack of corn."...Why add this 'sack of corn'?

I said, "After he fell, he didn't move at all."

Cillian listened, frowning, and fell silent.If you have ever smashed the most expensive dish in your house, you will find the scene familiar: you, with your head down, full of shame and horror, staring at the mess you made yourself, And overhead is the silence of the mother.She didn't speak because she was angry, nor because she didn't have anger, but that kind of loss exceeded the scope of application of all the plans expected. If you are smart enough, you will feel that she doesn't know what to do, the bewilderment of an adult Always silent, silent as stillness.

"Perhaps," I said, "we should go down and see."

There was a stalemate, but finally Cillian relented, and he needed to know what was going on.He agreed to go to the basement with me if he wanted me to go first.I said I dare not.He had no choice but to walk ahead, turning his head frequently to look at me.

"Then why did you close the door again?"

Standing outside the basement door, he asked.

"Ah," I said, "I dare not face him."

When I opened the door, the basement was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, but there was an ominous damp smell, faintly stench. "Strike a match," I said.After hesitating for a moment, Cillian took out a match from his pocket, "Crack!" and lit it.Maybe he was ready to see an unparalleled bad ending, but the reality may be much worse, I am really sorry.

He stretched out his hand holding the match, and the dim yellow light faintly revealed Andy's face-down corpse and the dark blood stain next to his head.By this time I had approached Cillian from behind and was so close that I could feel his body heat.

I took out the things in both pockets and poured the ether on the handkerchief. Cillian turned his head suddenly if he felt something, but I had already strangled him from behind without hesitation and covered him with the handkerchief soaked in ether. Cover his mouth and nose.

A young police officer was so different from the sickly men that I could barely get over him.Cillian reacted very quickly, apparently not intending to be caught without a fight, but struggling violently like a trapped animal; I had to cover his mouth and nose even harder, no matter how much he kicked and beat him, he would not let go, and I didn't even have time to think about the final outcome. Could it be another corpse that quieted down?Ten, I counted silently, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three... Finally, all his movements became weak and then stopped.

I didn't have any strength in my fingers. I let the wet handkerchief fall to the ground, but my arms were still in the position of choking him, and Cillian slipped from my arms little by little. fell to the ground.I was panting heavily, just looking at him like this, for a while, I remembered to rush over to sniff him—please, I prayed in my heart—please, please...the weak air flow hit my chest on the finger.He is still alive.

Trembling, I bent down and buried my face in Cillian's chest, sobbing uncontrollably, my ribs were aching from his attack, but at this moment, I just wanted to kiss him.