Someone near the ruins witnessed my fight with Qi Yang and called the police directly, who later pointed out to the police that I pushed him down. The switchblade is mine, with my fingerprints and Qi Yang's blood on it. All in all, indisputable.
Because I couldn't stand Qi Yang pestering my elder brother all the time, I couldn't bear it anymore and I asked him out to kill him. This is the motive for the killing given to me by the prosecution.
I was sixteen years old at the time, the age of full criminal responsibility. Even if I finally obtained a letter of forgiveness, I was still sentenced to ten years in prison for the felony first degree homicide.
For ten years, Sheng Minou never came to see me once, and no matter how many letters I wrote to him, he never replied to me.
Miserable wretch, mangy beggar, wishful-thinking fool. Until today, I took all these labels because I did.
On the day my mother died, I had a dispute with Sheng Minou. I asked him if he deliberately lured me to find Qi Yang, but he did not deny it. I once thought that the truth was exactly as Qi Yang said, Sheng Minou just wanted to use an excellent opportunity to get rid of two annoying ghosts.
But if I push everything back now, and take Sheng Minou as the final solution, because Sheng Minou is not indifferent to me, one of the information I received and the so-called facts I confirmed must be false.
There is no need for Sheng Min'ou to do ten years of acting in silence and wait for me to find out. On the other hand, Qi Yang is very eloquent, sick and crazy. It is very likely that Sheng Min'ou will deliberately put some trumped-up charges on him because he doesn't bother to explain anything to me.
However, in the final analysis, I only have the personal certificate of Lao Huang, and I can't do anything accurate if I haven't passed the door for ten years. With Sheng Minou's stubborn mouth, if I ask him now, he may tell me that it is because the air in the suburbs is better that he wants to go there for a picnic and smoke two cigarettes to cultivate his sentiments.
After drinking the cans of wine bought in the supermarket, I drank my feet so weakly that I gradually deviated from the original route to go home. When I regained my senses, in the middle of the night, I actually managed to walk outside the gate of the community where Sheng Mingou was.
Seeing that I was drunk, the security guard stopped me and asked me who I was looking for.
I reported Sheng Minou's room number, and after he rang the call device, he started chattering.
"Hey, I really came to look for my brother. Why don't you check, isn't it, is the person living there named Sheng Minou?"
The security guard frowned and looked at me, as if he was quite worried about my state.
After a few rings, the other end was connected, and the security guard immediately informed the situation. Before Sheng Minou could say anything, I rushed over, hiccupped the intercom, and laughed inexplicably.
"Brother, it's me."
There was a silence at the other end, and the security guard struggled to separate me, and said into the intercom: "That's it, Mr. Sheng, do you think you know this... Mr.? If you don't, we will call the police."
I put my hands around my lips and said loudly: "Brother, it's me, Lu Feng. I've had some wine, come and pick me up... Hiccup, I don't know why I came to you..."
My drinking capacity is actually really not very good. Although I am still conscious at the moment, my heart beats faster and my cheeks are hot. What's more, I feel dizzy, and my stomach feels like it's about to turn over at any time.
It's okay if you don't think about it, but the more you think about it, the more nauseated you become, and you rush to the flower bed outside the doorman to vomit.
Before rushing out the door, Sheng Minou's impatient and helpless voice came from his ear: "Please, I'll be right there."
Squatting by the flower bed, he vomited faintly, and almost used the meal he and Lao Huang ate at night as flower fertilizer.
The security guy saw that I was uncomfortable, so he handed me a bottle of mineral water to rinse my mouth.
Sure enough, it is a five-star community, even the security guards are five-star.
"Thank you." I took the mineral water, rinsed my mouth, and felt a little more awake after vomiting.
Five minutes later, Sheng Minou came slowly from a distance. Unlike any time I saw him, his hair looked very loose and soft, he was wearing a loose white T-shirt, and his feet turned out to be flip-flops.
He walked up to me and stared down at me with an unfriendly expression: "Drunk like mud in the middle of the night, you really live like a maggot."
In the past, I would definitely feel lost and painful because of his harsh and indifferent evaluation, but today I don't feel sad at all. Not only not sad, but also a little excited.
"Brother..." I smirked at him, "You came to pick me up."
I stood up staggeringly, I lacked strength in my legs, and fell on top of him. He staggered two steps, and supported me in time, his tone was even worse: "Stand firm."
I chose not to, leaning my head on his shoulder, spewing out all my breath on his neck, and said with a big tongue: "I'm dizzy..."
Sheng Minou probably saw that I was very drunk, and finally gave up communicating with me, and carried me to his apartment building in silence.
Since my whole body weight was on him, it was quite difficult to walk all the way. When I arrived at the door of his room, because I couldn't spare my right hand to press my fingerprints, I had to enter the password with the other hand to open the door with difficulty.
While entering the password, I secretly opened the slit to write down the numbers, and then quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be "dead" after entering the room.
Sheng Minou threw me on the huge long-haired carpet in the living room, then rubbed the back of his neck as if he wanted to leave.
In a daze, I grabbed his trousers and kept shouting that I was thirsty and wanted to drink water.
Sheng Minou stood still for a moment, and with a little force, he "pulled" his foot out of my hand, and then walked away for a while.
Hey, sure enough, he may not be completely indifferent to me, but when it comes to "care", it's still a bit... not up to that point.
I lay there, slumped my shoulders a little discouraged, buried my face in the crook of my arms, and couldn't stop sighing in my heart.
When I was thinking about whether to continue pretending to be crazy with alcohol, or continue to test him, the sound of footsteps that had already moved away came and went.
With a "click", Sheng Minou put something on the floor beside me, and then left again.
When there was a sound of closing the bedroom door, I quietly opened my eyes and found a glass of water not far from me, an ordinary glass of boiled water.
I sat up with my swollen head, and smiled like a fool at the glass of white water.
Does that still matter a little bit
I don't know what brand this water is, it looks ordinary, but when you drink it, it is actually sweet.
After drinking the water Sheng Mingou poured me, I lay on the white carpet with my arms pillowed on my head, turning over and over again. It's not that I can't sleep, but I just can't bear to sleep. Fear of falling asleep and waking up again, and find that everything today is just an unrealistic dream.
Turning over, two rolls of red wristbands were neatly placed under the huge black sandbag hanging in the living room.
According to Sheng Minou's personality, he should have thrown away the one that I wiped my hands last time, but... I reached out and reached for the two rolls of wristbands, and started to observe them carefully. The wristband is ordinary, without any flaws, it looks like it has just been unpacked, but I just have a strange premonition——Sheng Mingou's dirty thing may still have the dirty, mucus and sweaty red hand strap. After all, he secretly went to see me outside the prison and even poured me water, so what is there that he can't do
My brain eroded by alcohol is now full of pink bubbles. I just feel that I have been stuck in the cold kiln for 27 years, and finally, I am going to get out of it.
I put the wristbands over my eyes, and through a layer of hazy red, I slowly closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning, while I was still sleeping soundly, someone ripped off the messy cloth tape on my face, letting the sunlight refract my face.
I moaned in pain, covered the bright sun with my arms, and vaguely saw Sheng Minou standing in front of me, fully dressed, looking down at me with a blank expression, as if he wanted to drive me out of the house before going to work without mercy. look.
I quickly lay down on the carpet, pretending not to be awake yet.
Sheng Minou waited for a while, probably really shocked that I was so brazen, he couldn't help but kicked my waist with his toe.
"Hey, get up," he said, "Go back to your own bed and sleep."
My waist is more sensitive. Although Sheng Minou's strength is not great, it still took me amazing willpower to force myself not to turn around and avoid it.
He kicked it twice, maybe because he saw that I couldn't get up, he had no choice but to give up.
"Wake up and go by yourself." After leaving a word, he walked towards the door.
Hearing the sound of the electronic lock being locked, I jumped up from the ground like a carp, and rubbed my waist and eyes.
Forget about other places, my waist is my waist, Shen Xiaoshi did not know once touched my waist from behind, I almost broke his ribs with an elbow. God knows how I just endured it.
Looking around the bright and simple interior, I inspected every detail in the house, like a wolf confirming its territory. Only when everything is under control can I be completely at ease.
Touching the wall with her fingertips, she walked all the way to the bedroom, lay down on the only mattress, and rolled over.
Sheng Mingou didn't let me enter the private territory before, but now I can enter and exit it as I like, and use it as I like. There is really nothing better than this - at least for today.
After lying down, I made his bed messy. I was like a scumbag who patted his butt and left without looking back. The next target was the opposite of the bedroom, the independently locked room. Room.
I have been very concerned about this room before, what secrets are hidden in it? It is said that it is an ordinary study room, but it still has a lock. There are no electronic locks in the office of Sheng Mingou Law Firm. It may not be a showroom for his special hobbies, right
Sheng Minou's house is spotless, clean and tidy, which can be easily forgotten at a glance. Except this place. Only this place, he was careful not to let anyone pry into it.
I'm not sure the answer I'm looking for is here.
Itchy and curious, I relaxed my muscles and bones, squatted down and began to study the lock.
The lock is of the same style as the one at the door. After checking all the left, right, top, bottom, and no fingerprints left, I decided to take a gamble and enter the password I wrote down yesterday.
Press the last number, and press the hash key nervously. I didn't expect too much. As a result, after an electronic sound, the door locks were opened one by one, and the doorknob was gently pushed... The door opened.
The room was dark, with thick curtains drawn.
I held my breath, and with a little natural light, I saw that the walls of the room seemed to be covered with things. Since I opened the door, the air flow was driven, and the sound of paper being blown and dropped was heard one after another.
Walking into the room, I fumbled in the dark for a while, and finally found a switch. The moment I pressed it, the room brightened up, and the pale light showed the whole room in front of me without reservation.
The huge bright red fonts, made of paint, covered the walls. The person who writes doesn't care about the beauty, and doesn't care whether it will stain his floor. Every stroke, they are rushing to drip from the wall like blood at the scene of a murder.
[Don't get close to him]
[Stay away from him]
Those hideous blood characters were pressed on the messy letter envelope, like some kind of weird and evil ritual.
I stood there stunned, shocked by what I saw.
Sheng Minou's room is neat and orderly, minimalist and clean, and there is never any extra stuff. He doesn't seem to need anything extra.
But this room was messy, dark, oppressive and chaotic, completely different from the personal style he showed in front of others, as if it existed in another dimension.