White City Murder Expo

When I woke up in the morning, I was very regretful.How in the world would someone send a child to that kind of hospital with his own hands?I hurriedly changed my clothes, drank a cup of coffee, and prepared to drive to the mental hospital to pick up Butcher.The doctor frowned after listening to my plea.First he stated that the money is non-refundable, but that's not the point.He showed me the medical record that belonged to Butcher, held a pen, pointed at the words on it, and told me that Butcher did have some mental problems, especially in the "emotional loss" topic. The phrase is circled. "It is difficult for the patient to get better, and a large part of the reason is the soft-heartedness and capriciousness of the family members." The doctor said.

After his persuasion, I gradually gave up the idea of ​​taking Butcher away. The doctor estimated very optimistically that Butcher would get better in a short time. I sincerely hope that it is not just because of the sedative.I carefully told the doctor what ingredient Bucher was allergic to, hoping he would pay attention; before I left, I didn’t even dare to visit Butcher in the ward, for I was afraid that we would both be in pain after meeting.

Walking out of the hospital, I looked at my car parked not far away, and fell into a daze for a moment.I was smoking a cigarette in the driver's seat when it occurred to me that Cillian was still in the basement and I had to check on him.It will be about noon when I get to Sirian's house.It was very dark in the basement, and the lights must have been turned off long ago.After being locked up in the dark for a day and a half, he seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and his body smelled like ammonia of urine. When he heard me coming, his breathing became obviously short of breath. "How did you get yourself so dirty?" I asked.He shuddered at this, and then burst into tears of shame.

"If you die in a basement, how long do you think it will be found?" I asked.

As soon as I approached, Cillian grabbed my wrist tightly and murmured something like "please" anxiously. He was more scared than I imagined, so I raised his hand Face looked into his eyes and felt that he had been stimulated enough for the time being.So I took him back upstairs to the bathroom, and as punishment—or so it was for my own taste—I bathed him myself, ran soap and fingers over every inch of Cillian's skin, and finally shaved him. Beard, trimmed the tail of too long hair.Afterwards I did it quite often, like a professional hairdresser.After finishing all this, I packed up my things and said to him: "See you tomorrow." Cillian looked up at me in disbelief. I thought about it and told him: "Today's breakfast, lunch and dinner are all cancelled."

At that moment, Cillian's expression seemed a little aggrieved.It's true that he hasn't eaten for a long time, but I have made up my mind to draw the rewards and punishments, otherwise he will always challenge me.

"Can you..." He swallowed and said, "Will you stay with me for a while?"

I stopped.I was ecstatic when I heard this, but I still pretended to be thinking about it.I counted five seconds silently in my heart, and felt that his hand holding my clothes was getting looser and was about to hang down.

"Okay," I said, "do you want me to do something?"

"No... you're here, that's all." Cillian's voice trembled, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he stared at me for a while, then slowly closed his eyes, breathing very unsteadily. "Are you still there?" he asked after a while.

"I'm here." I said.

After a while, he covered his face and cried again, with a muffled voice.I gave him an unplanned hug, and Cillian buried his face in my shoulder and cried for a long time, breaking down emotionally, holding my clothes so tightly, as if he couldn't bear to part with me.I left after he finished crying—or rather, I just left the bathroom, and after closing the door, I stood in the doorway for a long time, and it became very quiet in there, and Cillian seemed to be asleep.I really wanted to push the door in and get another look at him, but I forced myself to walk away, stop caring and pampering.You've switched him from the basement back to the bathroom, isn't that good enough?

**

Early the next morning, Cillian woke up hungry. He drank a little water from the tap and became drowsy. The words on the book became illegible.Sitting next to the tub with his knees folded, his ankle worn out by the rope, he kept trying to untie the knot until, much later, the sound of the doorknob turning.Suey always opened the door very slowly. These few seconds seemed to be a kind of subtle thoughtfulness, giving Cillian time to stop the chain on his feet and pick up the book as if nothing had happened.

"How are you today?" Sue asked.He brings food.

Cillian didn't know how to answer, but fortunately Suy was used to his silence.Then Cillian began to eat, and it took only a little while to eat everything.Suy put the plate aside and squatted down, probably because of a knee injury. He made this movement very strenuously, even a little funny, like a cautious old man; but only in this way can he look at Cillian at the same level.Although Suy didn't admit it, his every move couldn't hide the meaning of flattery.He lit a cigarette and put it to Cillian's mouth, Cillian took a sip of the cigarette and let it slowly escape from the corner of his mouth with the smoke in his mouth; Finished a cigarette.

"Would you like to tell me what happened yesterday?"

Cillian was silent.He remembered that shortly after Suy left yesterday, there was a loud glass shattering downstairs, and someone was moving around in the room.Curious and frightened, he wasn't sure whether to call for help.Until a boy pushed open the door and saw him, both of them showed shocked expressions.

"Who are you?" the boy asked him. "Why are you tied up here?"

"I am the master of this house." Cillian said, and then he realized something, and anxiously asked the boy to save him.

Frowning, the boy walked up to him, knelt down, and tried to untie the rope, but soon realized it was a dead knot.So he left for a while, and came back with a knife in his hand. Cillian remembered the boy's expression as if he was going to stab him, but in the end he cut the rope for him with this expression.

"I'll take you out," the boy said, "you'll never come back." He urged Cillian to get up, and went downstairs, the two of them stepped out through the hole in the shattered French window, and Cillian's Stepping on the grass, the touch felt a little unreal. He froze for a while, and was pulled by the boy before he came back to his senses.He looked at the boy's black hair and blue eyes and felt absurdly familiar, but there was so much confusion about it that Cillian didn't know where to begin.

"I don't know," he said.He is the kind of person who is used to avoiding conflicts, and it is difficult to describe or explain something in a long sentence.Sue just looked at him.After a long time, he said: "Okay." Then he sighed, stood up on his knees, and supported the wall with his hands for a while.Suy was not very old, his black curly hair was messy and soft, and his eyes were still blue, but his unkempt, swollen and tired expression made him look worse than he actually was.He was so weak, and so rashly showed his incompetence in front of Cillian, but in contrast Cillian's feet were tied with ropes, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Are you leaving?" Sirian asked.

"You don't please me today," said Sue.

These words gave Cillian a sense of panic.But even if he was given another chance, he still wouldn't want to recount what happened during the day when he almost ran away, and he didn't want to know anything about the boy.It must be said that it was an illusory feeling, and a voice said: Don't ask.But soon, this faint voice was quickly overwhelmed by the remorse brought on by hunger, and he had to start looking forward to the arrival of Suy Saides the next day.

-

End countdown ticktock!The author has recently been diagnosed with some mental problems and is currently taking medicine. I don’t know if I will be in the mood to write such a novel after taking it for a while, so I want to finish writing it as soon as possible. There are still four chapters left to finish the text, and I will post it in The update will be completed within this month, you can look forward to it for a while