Seventy-fifth bowl of soup (2)
Qing Huan woke up from the nightmare, her back was already wet with sweat. She fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, dumbfounded.
After so many years, it was the first time she dreamed of that not-so-good girlhood. For her now, the hardships at that time were nothing at all. She got out of bed, went to the bar in the bedroom to pour a glass of red wine, toasted herself under the moonlight, and drank it all in one gulp.
Why did I dream of it? Probably because of the case I just took today.
She runs a bar, but most of the time she doesn't stay in it, but travels around the world. I just came back a few days ago, and when I passed a garden, I heard crying that I couldn't bear.
It was a fourteen-year-old girl, very cute and neatly dressed, but she didn't know why she was crying.
Qing Huan felt that she was not a good person, she was just curious, so she stopped and asked her why she was crying. The girl raised her head, gritted her teeth without speaking, and ran away in a panic like a frightened deer.
interesting.
So she followed her up, years of professional career gave her the stamina and perseverance that ordinary people do not have. She watched the little girl enter a mid-to-high-end residential area, climbed over the wall and followed in, and then climbed up the water pipe to the 13th floor. After returning home, the little girl first put down her schoolbag to do her homework, and then was called by a gentle woman to have dinner. Then the male owner of the house also came back and said hello with a smile. After the warm dinner, the little girl returned to the room.
Then she did something very strange.
First the door was locked, and then chairs, tables and other things were moved to block it. It was a hot day, but she didn't take a bath. Not only was it unwashed, but she also wore several coats, which were tightly buttoned.
But all this is in vain. In the darkness, the little girl nestled on the bed, hugged her knees and looked towards the door in fear.
Then, when the clock struck eleven o'clock, the door moved.
The furniture was tilted here and there, and the kind-looking middle-aged man walked in. The him at this moment is completely different from the him at dinner. If he was a standard elder at dinner, then at this moment he is a beast showing his true colors.
Qing Huan watched all this coldly outside the window. Whether it's the girl's numbness or the man's familiarity, it shows that this is not the first time. She saw the light in the master bedroom, and the man returned to the master bedroom after venting, talked to the woman for a while, and then fell asleep.
The next morning, the girl woke up, put on her clothes as usual, packed herself up, finished breakfast, said goodbye to her aunt and uncle, and walked out of the house.
She hid in that park again, facing the big tree, crying and calling her parents. Standing behind her, Qing Huan lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke rings, and said calmly, "What's the use of telling them, it's better to believe in the so-called gods."
Even the gods who are illusory and possibly non-existent are more trustworthy than relatives who are related by blood.
The girl was taken aback and looked at her with teary eyes. Qing Huan looked at her silly look, like a kitten, her naturally curly hair looked fluffy, soft and cute. The corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, and she stretched out her hand to rub the curly hair of the girl in shock, "Mom and Dad can't satisfy your wish, I'll help you."
Don't you just want to stop suffering from all this? It's very simple.
The girl tilted her head and looked at her puzzled. Qing Huan flipped through her schoolbag and took out a pen, and wrote down her phone number in her palm, "Tell me when you've made up your mind."
She then threw away the half-smoked cigarette and threw it in the trash.
Hmm... Come to think of it, that was about three hours ago? So she only slept for three hours. Qing Huan looked at the time. It was 9:30 in the evening. She was a nocturnal person, but she was trying to adjust her schedule recently. "Hmm..." Stretching comfortably, she smiled at herself reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows, "It's time to be a Santa Claus."
Putting on clothes that were easy to move in, tied her long curly hair into a ponytail, and randomly picked out a few weapons on her body, Qing Huan went out chicly.
At 9:30 in the evening, the time when most people's nightlife starts. Qing Huan was walking on the street. She was wearing ordinary sportswear, her face was painted with dark powder, her eyes were deliberately small, and she was wearing a pair of rusty red-rimmed glasses. She looked just like the people in this city. Like any thirty-year-old woman.
But no one knew how deadly she was.
At the intersection of traffic lights, the green light just turned on, the driver of a black car stepped on the accelerator, but the next second he suddenly felt something piercing his ear, because it hurt so much, so he subconsciously reached out to cover it, but the steering wheel turned Pine—accompanied by harsh brakes, it was a very tragic traffic accident. A black car crashed into a large truck, the driver died instantly, and the large truck was unharmed, only the driver of the truck was terrified.
However, it was the driver of the car who turned his head, and no one else was responsible for it.
The girl didn't know what was going on when she was taken to the police station by her aunt in a daze to identify the body, until she saw the smoking woman she had seen passing by her. She wore a bright red tight skirt today, revealing her slender legs and deep grooves. The 12cm red high heels were even more shocking.
Then she heard the policeman keep apologizing to the woman: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Miss, I really made a mistake—"
"Miss? Your whole family is a lady! Is there a law that stipulates that my mother can't dress like this and stand on the street? Why do you wear a tight skirt and be a chicken? I think you've lost all your pornography brains! With you like that The police?!"
The policeman kept apologizing with a bitter face, but he thought in his heart, but your style is really similar... Think about it, dressed like this and put on heavy makeup, standing in the red light district and winking at the men passing by, is also Can't blame him for misunderstanding, okay? Who would have thought that this person is a thorn in the side, since he entered the police station for more than two hours now, he has spent so much time making amends, she is still dissatisfied, she swears without swearing, and never repeats a single sentence.
What a shame, what a shame.
"Forget it, if I'm in a good mood today, I'll forgive you, and next time I'll be brighter, otherwise don't blame me for making a complaint against you! I'll stab you online! I'll make your police station famous!"
The policeman continued to smile, "Yes, yes, it is indeed my fault, little-ah no, you, my lord, have a lot to let me go this time!"
Of course, Qing Huan also saw the girl's staring eyes. She smiled at the girl and made a mouth shape, which was probably: gift, do you like it
The girl lowered her head, and Qing Huan felt that this action was very good. After all, the police around her who thought they were devastated could see that the little girl whose parents had both died and lived in the aunt's house, who was loved by her aunt and uncle, heard her uncle After the news of his death, he smiled. That would be too impersonal.
But, human touch, what is that? Can I eat it
Showing mercy and letting go of the little policeman who was about to be spoiled, Qing Huan shrugged and finally left the police station. The little policeman took off his hat and wiped his sweat. It was the first time in his life that he met such a difficult woman... But the colleague on the side She even came over to poke him, "Hey, hey, the beauty is not shallow. That beauty is hot enough, look at the chest, at least this." She made a very obscene gesture. "You didn't think you caught her as a street girl because of her fancy? You have so many routines in the anti-pornography group."
Little policeman: "..." Do you believe me when I say I am innocent? Mainly, the beautiful woman was leaning against the corner of the wall and hooking him in plain clothes. Her expression, eyes, and gestures were terribly similar. They didn't see it, and they would grab it if they saw it! absolute!
When Qing Huan left the police station, she took off the sunglasses on her face and the long wine-red curly hair on her head, and threw them in the trash can, then took out a windbreaker from her bag and put it on, instantly becoming an independent woman. Intellectual mature white-collar workers.
Her handling and grasp of human nature can be said to be perfect. The policemen in the old world have been deceived, let alone ordinary people? It happened that a thief wearing jeans stole a mobile phone from a young man's pocket. When Qing Huan passed by him, he also took the thief's wallet mobile phone. Brand, at least five or six thousand dollars.
The one he stole was a domestic brand, and it cost less than 2,000 to die.
Tsk, this is life, it's a blessing in disguise, she just wants the thief to understand this truth, and the reverse is also the same.
The next day she went to see the girl again and gave her a second big gift.
So, the news that the girl's aunt fell down the stairs and hit her head and turned into a vegetative state because of her husband's death in a car accident was so sad that it spread all over the world in an instant, and was even published in the newspapers. For a while, many kind-hearted people donated money to the little girl spontaneously, but the little aunt had no children, and the house, car, and bank deposits all became the girl's property. She will be worthless in the future, and with this money, she can live a happy and unrestrained life for more than ten years.
Qing Huan once again felt that she was very kind, not only confiscated a dime, but also gave the girl such a big gift.
The phone rang at night, and she picked it up lazily. On the other end was the girl's immature stammering thanks, and said that she would give her all the money.
But what does she want those things for, she has plenty of them herself. So she just said: "From now on, you don't need to lock the door to sleep at night." Then she hung up the phone.
Unexpectedly, the little girl refused to give up and called again and again, and finally Qing Huan was so annoyed by her that she couldn't help it, "I don't like money, I only like people, if you really want to repay me, just sell yourself to me!"
But just this casual sentence created her nightmare from this day on.