On September 30, a quarrel between a man and a woman in a faculty lounge of No. 6 Middle School shocked the sparrows perched on a telephone pole.
With a "bang", the quarrel stopped abruptly.
The man looked at the blood-stained trophy in his hand and his girlfriend who fell on the ground, his pupils slowly dilated. No matter how he knelt down to apologize, slapping, or shouting, he could no longer restore the situation that made a big mistake.
The trophy fell off his hands. He knelt on the ground, pulled his hair vigorously, wept silently and annoyed, and beat his own chest with his fist reproachfully.
When someone knocked on the door, he turned his head violently and his eyes were fierce. A colleague said outside: "Mr. Yan, my textbook is missing."
"I... I am not very convenient now."
Teacher Yan glanced at the corpse on the ground. He didn't know if this lie came from his heart. He just felt that his tongue moved and he said it naturally.
He knew for a moment what price he would pay in order to circumvent this lie.
"Haha, I understand, then I'll take it again after the holiday, happy holidays."
"happy Holidays!"
Hearing the footsteps go away, the smile on Teacher Yan's face disappeared, and he was drawn back to the cruel reality. This matter must be dealt with, and he must not show his feet, but what to do, his brain has become a mess...
In the same room with the corpse, his thoughts changed every second, sometimes tracing the root of the tragedy, sometimes fantasizing about the heavy punishment, during which he suddenly jumped up, slapped the corpse angrily in the face a few times, and slapped his teeth with gritted teeth: "it was all your fault!"
The corpse seemed to move. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion. He stayed away like an electric shock. He knelt on the ground and stared at it. He held this position for five minutes without daring to blink his eyelids.
He wanted to smoke, but he didn't have it on him. He remembered that there was a Chinese gift from a student's parent in a teacher's drawer. He hesitated for a while, and shook his head arrogantly and said, "Follow him!"
He opened a cigarette, took out a cigarette, and smoked it happily. I didn't touch the nicotine for a long time. I took a deep breath into my brain. The pleasure was incomparable. The anesthesia made my fingertips tremble slightly.
He sat on the ground with a cigarette, and put his right hand on his bent right leg, complaining to the people on the ground: "You don't understand anything, I don't have your background. Every step of my life is 10,000 times harder for you. , You will only accuse others of this or that, as if this world would be perfect without this or that, you have never seen the sinister world!"
He suddenly wanted to do that, killing and fucking, these two natures are always entwined, one is awakened, and the other will be revived.
No matter how you pretend to be civilization, human beings only long for these two things in their bones.
For some murderers, the first thing they do when they kill someone is to find a young lady. Only now I know that there is a reason.
"You don't understand anything!"
Speaking accusing the deceased, he began to take off the other party's clothes. When his hands touched the iron-cold skin, he flinched in fear, his body didn't react at all, damn it!
"Why! Why! Why!" He beat himself wailing, pained for everything he was about to lose, all the tears shed for himself, and no half of them belonged to the dead.
The night outside the window had already quietly fallen. He was peeping from the window, and there was no half-person on the playground.
Teacher Yan carried the corpse packed in sack downstairs, and often picked up his girlfriend when he was playing, but it was not as heavy as it is now, sinking like a boulder, bending his back.
A large piece of bright red appeared near the back of the corpse's head. Such a human-shaped sack, with a large red like a flower on its head, anyone who saw it would understand what was going on.
Looking around!
Passing through an empty campus is like crossing a dangerous minefield. Anyone's inadvertent sight will put him in jeopardy. He silently prayed to the gods, please, please let me go smoothly this time!
The damn parking lot was going to be built on the other side of the playground, and when he finally got here, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had reached the finish line.
Open the rear compartment and throw the body in, like throwing a sack of waste paper. Hearing the movement, it seemed that a bone had shattered, but he didn't care. Now she was just a lump of meat, a lump of meat that would cause trouble.
He got into the car and was suddenly deprived of vision by the bright light. He blocked it with his arm in horror.
In the headlights that suddenly appeared, a figure walked out, leaned on the front of the car, placed a cigar casually, and hooked his finger at him.
Teacher Yan got out of the car in a ghostly manner, walked to the person, and said in astonishment: "Ms. Zhou?"
"Who is in the carriage, Teacher Lin?"
"No... No, just a bunch of used tutoring materials."
"Look at you so nervous, your tongue is knotted, facing me even so, let alone facing the police in the future?"
Teacher Yan looked at him suspiciously, judging the opponent's position, is he trying to help himself
Teacher Zhou is a very mysterious person. He has only been in this middle school for only a month. He never participates in the topic in the office. He always thinks about things silently by himself with a cigar. After class, he drives home and gets along. For so long, Teacher Yan didn't even know what his full name was.
I just knocked on the door and said that he was the one who left the textbook. Could it be that he has noticed it since then
"Why can the police catch the real murderer every time, because they are powerful? No, the murderer is too stupid. The police academy has to study for 3 to 5 years. You have to learn all kinds of courses from criminal investigation to mark identification. The police who leave the school It takes a year of internship and has been following Master for several years. They have all kinds of equipment, surveillance all over the streets and alleys, and they have the right to ask anyone. At the same time, they can legally harm others. Such an opponent, you still face More than one, but a group! But what do you have, you are inexperienced, flustered, at a loss, and full of loopholes, just like a crappy magician playing a trick, let a group of experts come to the stage to find flaws, like you Novice, within three days, you were sitting in the Public Security Bureau drinking tea within three days. How long can you carry out the rounds of interrogation? Do you have the money to hire a lawyer? You will only say, I don’t have it, I haven’t done it. It's like telling the police, it's me, it's me!" Teacher Zhou took a deep cigar and shook his head meaningfully, "You are too tender, boy!"
Teacher Yan opened his eyes wide, tears of regret came out. He knew that there was an expert standing in front of him, and only an expert could speak that way. He knelt down, touched Teacher Zhou's leather shoes and said, "Help me, help me. Please!"
Teacher Zhou casually tasted the cigar, raised his brows to examine the light and disappearance of the cigarette butts, as if it had been a century before he said, "What can I get?"
"What do you want? As long as I have it!"
"If you are willing to give me something, I will help you this time. I will let the police know that you are suspected of homicide, but they can only stare. I will let you escape the law and live your life smoothly."
"Thank you! Thank you! You must be sent by God, no, you are God!"
Teacher Yan knelt down and kissed Teacher Zhou's leather shoes over and over again, as if it were his girlfriend's soft lips. Teacher Zhou smiled and took out his phone: "Shuangshuang, I have work to do!"