Chi Xiaochi squatted under the stairs to feed the dog.
Dog meat is no longer a puppy, but he still likes to hold Chi Xiaochi and act like a spoiled child.
After playing with Chi Xiaochi, Dog Meat reluctantly went around him and barked once or twice into the air, as if trying to catch Lou Ying who was playing hide-and-seek with him.
Chi Xiaochi carried the meal and ran after the dog meat that was running around: "It's time for dinner, I'll leave if you don't eat it."
The dog meat had to turn back reluctantly, lowered his head and took two bites, the dog hair stood up slightly, raised his blindfolded eyes, and seemed to ask why it was not delicious.
"I didn't do well." Chi Xiaochi squatted down, hugged the dog's neck and admitted his mistake softly, "I will continue to work hard."
The dog meat is also good, and with a gentle snort from his throat, he rubbed his ear lightly against Chi Xiaochi's chin, and continued to lower his head to eat.
Chi Xiaochi was holding the dog meat, and the shadow like an iron tower shrouded him again.
A knee pressed against his back, dawdling vaguely.
Zhu Shoucheng's ghostly low voice came from later: "Xiaochi, come to feed the dog again."
Chi Xiaochi didn't even look back.
He lowered his face very low and clung to his shoulders, imagining that he was now in the cold storage. After psychological suggestion, his original goose bumps spread even more.
… he was playing "Fear."
Such a weak posture makes the back grinding more presumptuous.
However, Chi Xiaochi's negative emotions quickly spread to Dogmeat, Dogmeat stopped eating, the hair on his back exploded layer by layer, barked his white teeth, and barked fiercely at the enemy in the dark.
Soon, a resident upstairs in the bungalow scolded: "Which dead dog! The mourning at noon? Tomorrow I will give you the rat medicine to kill you!"
Afraid of being bumped into, Zhu Shoucheng had to leave with nostalgia on his face.
Chi Xiaochi turned his head to look at him, just met his line of sight, and turned his head back in "fright".
Zhu Shoucheng, who turned back step by step, smiled at his back, and went upstairs satisfied.
After he left, Chi Xiaochi continued to feed the dog with a blank face, loosening and smoothing the raised fur of the dog bit by bit.
For Zhu Shoucheng, Chi Xiaochi had nothing to do.
His only weapon is himself.
Chi Xiaochi endured his disgusting, disgusting harassment, with a very clear purpose.
Zhu Shoucheng is so skilled, it will definitely not be the first time, nor will it be the last time.
Chi Xiaochi's goal is to be his "next time".
He bought a pencil sharpener in the commissary, the kind that every child would carry, sharpened to the extreme, and carried around as stationery without arousing anyone's suspicion.
He has a small tape recorder given to him by Lou Ying, which can record his voice, carry it with him every day, and never leave him.
He pretended to be afraid, pretended to be weak, ran every time he saw him, and pretended to be invisible when he couldn't run, constantly fueling his arrogance without a trace.
Chi Xiaochi was waiting for an opportunity, and when Zhu Shoucheng came over, he started to attack him again.
As long as he is called to "tutorial" again, it will be the day when the opportunity comes.
What he has to do is to let Zhu Shoucheng leave traces on himself that prove his sin, and then use the prepared pencil sharpener to cut his throat.
At that time, he could tell the police that Zhu Shoucheng wanted to do that kind of thing to him, and he had to kill him because of self-defense.
The knife was used to sharpen pencils, and the tape recorder was used to record his voice.
At that time, he will buy a loudspeaker, and put those disgusting words he said in the tube building and in his school, so that he will become famous after his death and become a joke passed down by the people in this area.
But he underestimated the prudence of the old fox.
After the last accident, Zhu Shoucheng also learned a lesson.
Although Chi Xiaochi is now like a well-bred puppy, he still has a fresh memory of Chi Xiaochi's almost crazy resistance.
Eating one cut grows one's wisdom. Although Chi Xiaochi is an attractive piece of meat, since it is not easy to eat into his mouth, there is no need to take too much risk for him.
Chi Xiaochi quickly realized this.
So he began a protracted tracking and trailing.
Chi Xiaochi got a set of school uniforms from a public junior high school where Zhu Shoucheng taught, and spent 20 yuan to find a forged student ID card.
Zhu Shoucheng's public high school ranks second among the five local high schools, and his studies are very tight. In the high school Chi Xiaochi attends, the daytime students are almost the same as this middle school, and Zhu Shoucheng also serves as the school's excellent training class. Instructors often don't go home until more than eight o'clock in the evening.
Therefore, when Chi Xiaochi is wearing a school uniform and appears near Zhu Shoucheng's school during school hours, he can easily mix into the crowd of students.
As a senior, he inquired about Zhu Shoucheng, and with just a cup of beef tendon noodles, he extracted a lot of information about Zhu Shoucheng from a second-year junior high school student.
Zhu Shoucheng is a math teacher, his teaching performance is among the best, he has excellent reputation among his classmates, and has a good temper. Students, in front of him also know how to restrain one or two.
Not long ago, because the teaching task of the third grade was too heavy and he was getting old, he took the initiative to apply to be transferred from the second grade, instead of teaching the third grade with the class, he went to the head teacher of the first grade.
The little boy in the second year of junior high school said with regret: "Mr. Zhu is so good, whoever is taught by him is lucky."
Chi Xiaochi smiled and said, "Yeah, I used to think so too."
Chi Xiaochi believes that there must be a reason for Zhu Shoucheng to teach the first year of junior high school.
Sure enough, he soon found out.
Recently, Zhu Shoucheng always used the excuse of dropping by after school to go home with a young boy in the first grade.
He was a boy from a single-parent family with good academic performance. He was one of the students in the Peiyou class. He had a hazy understanding of the world, malice, and sex. Just a little dumb goose.
During the winter solstice, Zhu Shoucheng took the little boy home after school at noon and cooked dumplings for him.
In the cold and freezing day, Chi Xiaochi was standing outside the door on the second floor, leaning on the railing, with his back to the door of Zhu Shoucheng's house, smelling the aroma of dumplings wafting from the door next door, he slammed the lighter on. Light the cigarette paper, calm yourself with the aroma of nicotine, and think about what to do next.
Do you call Ziyu now
But nothing had happened, and he didn't know if anything would happen.
Chi Xiaochi could not wait to switch places with that boy.
He knew the taste, and he would rather do it himself.
Fortunately, the little boy went back to school with Zhu Shoucheng in the afternoon. He looked neat and normal, and was full of gratitude to Zhu Shoucheng.
Chi Xiaochi was not in a hurry.
He thought, obviously it was such a good opportunity, why didn't Zhu Shoucheng do it.
One possibility is that he has to go to class in the afternoon, so it is inconvenient to attack the boy; the other possibility is that he does not want to start at the dead home.
After all, an accident is an accident. Once it fails again and there are two accidents, it will be unclear.
After figuring out this layer, Chi Xiaochi continued to wait patiently.
Since Zhu Shoucheng had set his sights on this little boy as his prey, he wouldn't let it go.
After the winter solstice, the winter vacation is not far away.
From Zhu Shoucheng's school to the Tongzilou, Chi Xiaochi has been very familiar with it, and even knows that the surveillance in this area is a decoration, not only sparse and sparse, but also bad and bad.
Under one blind "eye of the sky", invisible rotten mold grows.
On a cold and desolate night, Chi Xiaochi once again caught up with the little boy and Zhu Shoucheng, who was sending him home.
He listened to English with one ear and headphones, and deliberately kept a distance from them in the intricate streets.
It had just snowed, and the thin layer of snow had absorbed the noise between heaven and earth. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, except for the muffled sound of two people stepping on the snow, and the sound of wind chimes ringing in the distance. Bicycle bell.
Chi Xiaochi deliberately made his pace to be exactly the same as Zhu Shoucheng, and used the sound of his footsteps to hide his own.
This is nothing but the experience accumulated in countless follow-ups, and Chi Xiaochi is also ready to miss out again.
Therefore, when the footsteps stopped suddenly, his feet that had been lifted into the air hung up and did not fall.
He poked his head out of the alley.
The two teachers and students stopped in front of the iron gate of a small courtyard with a single door, close to each other, and they were talking.
Chi Xiaochi's heart jumped suddenly.
As far as he knows, this small courtyard is being put up for sale. Some time ago, a thief had just entered. He was probably a novice. He found that the owner had not returned home for a long time and wanted to make a fortune. Who would have thought that all the furniture had been removed and the thief had left. So empty, and smashed a lock in vain.
The owner of the house went on a business trip and couldn't come back in a while, the neighbors were not so kind enough to lock the money for him, and there was nothing of value in the house, so he took a tree branch and bolted the door from the outside.
In the snow, the voices of the two of them talking were particularly clear.
Zhu Shoucheng's voice carried a bit of reproach: "... Teacher's hands are cold, why don't you keep him warm?"
The little boy obviously hadn't figured out the situation: "Teacher, why don't I give you the gloves?"
Zhu Shoucheng squatted down and looked at him with burning eyes: "No, the teacher can't take it anymore, so give it to the teacher, ah."
The little boy had never seen Zhu Shoucheng like this, and his heart was at a loss for a while, only the hand lingering around his waist was cold and smooth, like a poisonous snake coiling along his waist.
In the current lack of sex education, it is true that girls are taught how to deal with abuse and harassment. For example, the part of the skin that can be covered by a swimsuit must not be touched by anyone, but few people think of teaching boys this.
Zhu Shoucheng raised his head slightly, and his expression was strangely infatuated: "Teacher's hands are really cold."
The little boy opened his mouth.
Now he finally felt something was wrong.
He wanted to scream, but Zhu Shoucheng covered his mouth tightly with his experience.
The boy has not changed his voice, and when he whimpered under his giant palm, it was like a baby's cry when a little wild cat was in heat in spring and winter.
Zhu Shoucheng easily pressed the boy against the wall with only one hand, and then turned to pull the branch that was bolted to the door. Unexpectedly, the more haste, the more difficult it would be to push the two iron doors. Noisy.
The rubbing of the cotton jacket, the gurgling above the blood, and the screeching sound of the boy struggling and whimpering covered up the sound of footsteps rushing from behind.
When Zhu Shoucheng realized that something was wrong and turned around, there was a sudden pain in the back of his head.
With so much effort, Zhu Shoucheng even heard a crisp click.
He suspected that his skull had cracked.
But he still turned around by inertia and saw the face of the person who came.
The dirty blood that flowed from his hair entered his eyes, making his face look extremely hideous.
He looked like he wanted to say something, but Chi Xiaochi didn't mean to stop at all. He picked up a half-rusted iron pipe with blood, hit him in the face from the front, and smashed his nose deeply into it. .
After smashing it, he grabbed the hand of the dizzy little boy and ran out all the way.
After running through many alleys, he stopped beside a tree.
The little boy couldn't stop panting, but he said "thank you brother" based on his intuition.
Chi Xiaochi couldn't hear anything.
He leaned back against the trunk, and the snow from the branches shook off the back of his neck and hair.
The fresh icy snow air flowing from his lungs made him feel very happy.
Chi Xiaochi's right hand released the iron pipe that was tightly gripped tightly, grabbed the clothes on his left chest with all his strength, and burst into laughter, his whole body trembling with laughter, almost collapsing.
Chi Xiaochi waited for news all night, knowing that Zhu Shoucheng was sent to the hospital overnight for emergency treatment with a severe concussion and a full-body fracture, but he did not die, and his life was extreme.
On the afternoon of the day Zhu Shoucheng escaped the danger, Ziyu contacted Chi Xiaochi on his mobile phone.
Ziyu on the other end of the phone said straight to the point: "Is it you?"
Chi Xiaochi asked, "Did he say it was me? Or, someone robbed and didn't see his face?"
Ziyu was silent for a while, which was equivalent to acquiescing to his guess.
Chi Xiaochi lowered his head and chuckled: "I knew it. Because I saw him doing that kind of thing again."
Ziyu: "Then you should call the police..."
"Call the police, will you arrest him?" Chi Xiaochi hit the nail on the head, "He didn't succeed, I don't have surveillance, what can I prove with the little boy's mouth? Do you really have to wait for him to succeed before you arrest him? ?"
Ziyu was silent.
Chi Xiaochi raised his chin slightly: "Even if he loses his reputation, as long as he voluntarily resigns, moves with his son to another place, and at most changes his name, he can live the rest of his life happily, right?"
Ziyu's voice was sad but helpless: "... Xiaochi."
"Since justice won't stand up for himself, then I'll come." Chi Xiaochi looked ahead and said to the phone, "Sister Zi, goodbye."
He hung up the phone, carried a bag of apples, and knocked on the door of Zhu Shoucheng's ward.
It was Zhu Shoucheng's son who opened the door, a simple and honest-looking man.
Facing his inquiring gaze, Chi Xiaochi bent over meekly: "Uncle, do you still remember me? I'm Teacher Zhu's neighbor. I heard that he was injured, so I came to visit him."
Zhu Shoucheng's son was not suspicious and welcomed him in, while he went to the tea room outside to pour water.
"Hello." Chi Xiaochi sat down beside his bed, "...Mr. Zhu."
Zhu Shoucheng, who was lying on the bed, was covered with gauze on his swollen face, and a yellow and red liquid was oozing around the gauze.
He couldn't see Zhu Shoucheng's expression clearly, but that didn't prevent him from doing the next thing.
Chi Xiaochi took out the small tape recorder that he had been carrying with him, and calmly pressed the play button.
"... The teacher's hands are cold, why don't you keep the teacher warm?"