On the day Lin Da posted it, the rich second generation also came out.
Lin Dafa was waiting at the door of the rich second generation's house.
Lin Dafa hid a knife in his clothes. He had been waiting for the rich second generation at the door for a week. During the day, he ate shriveled steamed buns, and at night, he hid in front of the shop and slept. His eyes were red like a hungry cheetah. His eyes were firm, like an eagle seeing its prey.
Like a sculpture, but a bloodthirsty sculpture.
A week later, Lin Dafa finally saw the rich second generation. The second generation of rich people are still sensual and sensual, and they are still drunk on money. His life was frozen at the age of twenty, and he dared not tell his parents or others.
The rich second generation opened the door with a key, and Lin Dafa rushed over like a wild beast. He kicked the rich second generation into the room, and then he turned around and locked the door behind him. The rich second generation was so drunk that he lay on the ground and struggled non-stop. Lin Dafa looked at the rich second generation twisting on the ground, and suddenly smiled.
What a twisted and ugly maggot.
Lin Dafa didn't intend to kill him just like this, Lin Dafa planned to torture him slowly.
"You, let's talk about it." The rich second generation trembled: "I will give you whatever you want, don't hurt me, don't kill me!"
Lin Dafa looked at the rich second generation in front of him, but didn't speak. He carefully looked at this rich second generation. He seemed to be in his thirties in his twenties, and seemed to have had the same vicissitudes as himself. Lin Dafa looked at this terrified rich second generation, in stark contrast to his arrogance.
"I want to kill you, but I can give you a chance." Lin Dafa said: "Guess why I want to kill you. If you guess right, I won't kill you. You don't have many chances. Think about it."
Lin Dafa found a chair and sat opposite the rich second generation. He gently and slowly took out a box of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, lit it up and smoked.
"Don't worry, there are good things in the drawer next to me, which are much better than the cigarettes you smoke." The desire to survive made the rich second generation's mind spin fast: "Look, I'm not lying to you, just take a look."
Lin Dafa opened the drawer, it was a box of shredded tobacco.
This box of shredded tobacco bought time for the rich second generation, and reminded him of many things in his mind.
From then on, Lin Dafa fell in love with the taste of this special shredded tobacco. Lin Dafa took apart his own cigarette, and then rolled it with this kind of shredded tobacco for smoking. Vigorous and ethereal, his head was a little dizzy, but he didn't forget what he was doing here.
"Speak up." The silent Lin Dafa also became talkative under the effect of shredded tobacco: "Guess, you will be punished if you don't guess!"
"You are, you are Xiaowan's father." The rich second generation cried and shouted: "You are Xiaowan's father, she was pregnant with my child, but I abandoned her. She dare not let her parents find out , she didn’t dare to go to the hospital, so she had to give birth to her own child under the dilapidated bridge hole. But she died, and the child also died.”
"That's not right, everyone doesn't know that it's my child, how did you know." The rich second generation spoke extremely fast, trembling all over: "No, you are not Wan'er's father, you are not because of this matter. Something happened."
Lin Dafa smiled shyly, and exerted force on the knife in his hand.
"I know, I know!" The blood, sweat and tears on his face were mixed together, soaking into the wound, making his face look like being bitten by tens of thousands of ants at the same time: "You are not Wan'er's father, then you must be Xiaomei's father is dead. I did not do that right, I am not as good as a beast."
Lin Dafa smiled: "Continue."
The rich second generation thought he had guessed right, and his expression relaxed a lot: "You are Xiaomei's father. That time, I tied Xiaomei alone in a construction site. Let's go back and see in an hour, Xiaomei I closed my eyes and stopped breathing." The rich second generation said: "We were terrified, so we ran away. Later, I heard that those people were arrested. But no one knows, Xiaomei was tied up by me. Is it right? This matter must be this matter, right?"
Lin Dafa's knife went an inch deeper: "It's not about this matter, what I want to ask is not about this matter."
The rich second generation was desperate, he could feel his life was being lost bit by bit, even if he couldn't die at that time, if the blood kept flowing, he might die due to excessive blood loss. And the wound was already deep, he didn't have a few chances, if he was not sure, he would die here.
The rich second generation panted heavily, as if he had just run 1,500 meters. His mind was spinning rapidly, what else did he do that made others want to take revenge on him
"You have to say it." Lin Dafa said lightly while smoking a cigarette: "Don't think about it in your head, so how do I know what you are going to say?"
"Yes, yes!" The rich second generation quickly agreed: "This, this, oh, I see. By the way, I remembered. It should be this matter, it should be this matter. My teenage When I was living in the country, I was playing with fire outside and accidentally set a wooden house on fire."
"I was too young, I was too scared, so I ran away. I found out later that the mistress of the house and her children were killed in the fire. You must be the man of the house, right?" You are not at home at work, so you escaped for a while. Is it this matter?"
The rich second generation is hysterical, like a sea fish struggling on the shore because of being photographed.
Lin Dafa scratched his head with the handle of the knife. He didn't expect that the rich second generation would do so many outrageous things and that so many people would die because of him. But Lin Dafa didn't care, there were too many people in this world, if every death had to be silently mourned, then he wouldn't have to do anything in his life.
Those people had nothing to do with Lin Dafa, and Lin Dafa didn't feel the slightest bit of sadness for them. He was just a little angry, why he didn't think about his daughter when he was talking about his teenage years. He was a little angry.
"Isn't that right?" The rich second generation trembled all over, he struggled on the chair, but it was of no avail.
Lin Dafa is a worker, and his power is dozens of times that of the rich second generation. Lin Dafa can tie a knot, how can the rich second generation break free
"Why are you treating me like this!" The rich second generation looked ugly, like a clown.
Lin Dafa didn't say anything else, he still said, "Guess, guess."
The rich second generation sobbed and said: "Let's think about it, if it's not, what else can be done, I'll think about it, I'll think about it. I get it, you are Sister Hua's husband! Sister Hua said that she is I have a husband who is about the same age as you. Sister Hua didn’t know that I was sick, and she passed it on to her husband when I went back.”
"That's why you got sick too." The rich second generation looked at Lin Dafa in front of him: "So you want to kill me for revenge, right? But it's really not my fault, it was Sister Hua who took the initiative. I know she fell in love with it." My money, but I'm just playing with her. It's not my fault, it's all he asked for. "
The rich second generation continued: "Even Sister Hua's death was due to suicide. It has nothing to do with me. She asked if it was me, and I told her that everything was caused by herself. She couldn't accept it, so she committed suicide by jumping off the building. In this way, I have a lot of money, and my money will be your money in the future, okay?"
Lin Dafa was completely angry. He didn't know Sister Hua at all, nor was she her husband. At the same time, Lin Dafa was also disappointed. It turned out that Lin Rong's unforgettable memory was not even the slightest impression in the rich second generation. Lin Rong was like so many unknown women whose life was ruined by the rich second generation, but was forgotten by him just like that.
It turns out that sometimes, many things are wishful thinking. Wishful love, wishful hate, wishful thinking and forgetting.
"Then you have no chance." Lin Dafa sneered and said, "When you get down there, remember to tell Lord Yan that it was Lin Dafa who killed you."
Lin Dafa! This person's surname is Lin! Do you know anyone with the surname Lin? Which woman surnamed Lin
Suddenly, a name appeared in Fuerdai's mind.
"Lin Rong! Lin Rong!" He shouted loudly: "You are Lin Rong's father, you want to kill me because of Lin Rong's affairs, don't you? Don't you!"
The rich second generation had collapsed, he was crying while shouting.
He now understands that until the moment when death really comes, people simply don't know how terrible death is.
Lin Dafa stopped his movements and smiled.
The rich second generation looked at the stopped knife and smiled.