Mad Dog

Chapter 40: The truth waits for us to grow up

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Many years ago, Zhiqi once came to Jiang Qi's so-called 'home', but it was a pity that he broke up with the boy that time, and he has not seen each other for three years.

But this time, she was brought by Jiang Qi.

The shantytowns in Chenkong Hutong have not been remodeled or taken care of for so many years, and they are still stinking and messy.

It rained yesterday, and the ground was muddy. After walking a few steps, the shoes of both of them were already dirty, but no one cared about it.

Not long after, Jiang Qi brought Zhiqi to the door where he had lived for more than ten years.

The locks on the yard were all broken, a piece of the window was broken, and the upper layers of the low-rise bungalows were covered with dust. Even if it was dark, it was impossible to see clearly, but the stagnation could not be suppressed.

Zhiqi still remembered that when she came here, she accidentally stepped on a stinky puddle in the alley. Later, many small blisters were infected, and she couldn't help scratching it, and finally scratched one, leaving a small scar so far.

There seems to be an evil spirit in this place, whoever touches it will be in bad luck.

In the dimness, Jiang Qi's eyes were somewhat stern.

Then he raised his foot and kicked open the creaking wooden door in front of him, as if it was so dilapidated that it would break if touched, and it would collapse in the wind.

Zhiqi shivered unconsciously, and was dragged into the yard by him.

It stands to reason that no matter how broken the house is, there will be a lock, and no one else can get in, but for some reason, Jiang Qi can unlock it by just finding a wire on the ground. Seemingly aware of the surprise of the girl next to him, he said softly, "Old lock, it's easy to open."

However, after opening the door, a large amount of dust and a loud smell came from the cramped and narrow space, making Zhi Qi almost fainted.

Jiang Qi reached out his hand to press the switch on the wall, and the crumbling light bulb that fell on the dilapidated roof lit up, illuminating all the appearances in the small hut—the mottled walls, the gray floor, the dilapidated Wire narrow bed.

His so-called "childhood" time seems to have stagnated along with this small dilapidated house in Chenkong Hutong.

It's as if nothing has changed.

Jiang Qi didn't say a word, just walked in, looked around, until he saw a dark color on the wall next to the wire bed, his eyes fluctuated.

"Qiqi, come here." He looked sideways at the girl, and waited until Zhiqi came over, then pointed out and said to her, "This is Jiang Quan's blood."

Zhiqi trembled subconsciously.

She naturally knew that Jiang Quan was Jiang Qi's father—after Jiang Qi's accident, no one would tell her what happened and what the truth was. Only later when Zhi Qi was able to find a private investigator did she find out about some rare cases. She knew about them for four years. Qian Jiangquan is dead.

Could it be... Jiang Quan died in this room

The dilapidated house, which was already cramped and unbearably cramped, suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of gloomy mist, lingering around the whole body.

"Don't be afraid." Seemingly aware of the girl's smile, Jiang Qi seldom smiled at her, and suddenly asked her something wrong in this dilapidated, spooky place. Question: "Qiqi, do you still remember what you promised me after I was diagnosed with illness in the second year of high school?"

The so-called 'vow' by ignorant teenagers.

Zhiqi froze for a moment, then nodded, light but firm: "I remember."

She once told Jiang Qi that when they grow up, she will marry him.

Thinking about that time now, she was really daring. She and Jiang Qi had been friends before, even friends who could 'live and die together' without giving up, but she actually said that kind of thing.

But I never regretted it, nor felt embarrassed.

Zhiqi remembered that after the medical certificate came out, Jiang Qi was always depressed even though he obediently took medicine during the last period of school.

The rooftop of the No. 3 Middle School is wide and vast, but because of the cloudy and rainy days, and the hot and sunny days, there is no need to go there, but the two of them always go there to chat and talk.

And the last time when he went there, Zhiqi saw the young man boldly sitting on the edge of the fence on the roof, his ample school uniform was slowly blown by the majesty, because his body was too thin, the school uniform looked like a 'flank'.

Zhiqi was startled, and hurried over to tell him to come down.

Jiang Qi was taking medicine at that time, he had a headache, felt nauseous, his face was unbelievably pale, and he was always sick all the time.

He didn't seem to hear the girl's anxious cry, but looked down at the bottom of the roof in a daze—everyone was like an ant.

"Qiqi." Jiang Qi asked in a daze, "What will happen if you jump off?"

Is it considered throwing an object from a height when a person falls

"Jiang Qi, you..." A thin layer of sweat subconsciously broke out on Zhi Qi's forehead, her palms were also wet, she suppressed her trembling voice, pretending to be calm and persuading: "Don't do stupid things. "

The girl sneaked up to his side, her small hands tightly holding onto a corner of the boy's school uniform, for fear of irritating him.

Jiang Qi turned his head and saw that Zhi Qi's eyes were blushing, he was startled for a moment and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"Silly girl, I won't jump off."

As long as a person is alive, there is hope, so he will not whisper, the question he just asked was just pure curiosity.

After speaking, Jiang Qi jumped off the railing, and stood side by side with Zhiqi on the edge of the roof.

Although Jiang Qi didn't have the idea of committing suicide, Zhi Qi felt inexplicably "survival after a catastrophe", and she couldn't help crying.

"Jiang Qi." The girl's voice was soft: "I don't want to leave you."

Jiang Qi sighed softly: "I will not leave you."

"I'm not talking about now, I'm talking about all the time." Zhi Qi didn't know what was wrong with her. The young man in front of her was clearly shy, withdrawn, and manic-depressive. It's like seeing a ghost and I don't want to leave him.

As if being controlled by the deepest obsession in his heart, Zhi Qi said in a mysterious way: "When we grow up, I will marry you, okay?"

When you are married, you don't need to be separated for the rest of your life.

After Zhiqi finished speaking, she clearly saw a gleam of light flashing in Jiang Qi's eyes, like 'hope'.

This is the first time she saw it.

The little girl is so naive, but he really likes him.

Jiang Qi smiled: "Okay, wait until we grow up."

Zhiqi didn't know that what she said at that time was like a chapped traveler who saw a source of water after walking in the desert for seven days and seven nights, like a stick thrown from above when he fell off a cliff and was still alive. Rope, like... Cinderella's slipper.

A villain like him may not be some shit Cinderella, but Zhiqi is his salvation.

It's a pity that redemption is time-sensitive.

Once the twelve o'clock bell strikes, everything will return to the original place, and he is still the sick dog with nothing.

Perhaps, there is no need to wait until twelve o'clock.

Jiang Qi remembered that Jiang Quan came back after eleven o'clock that night, he was in a daze and did not fall asleep, and he smelled alcohol at the tip of his nose - the young man had been smelling it for more than ten years, and he was extremely sensitive to this dangerous smell.

He opened his eyes immediately, but the room was too cramped, and before the boy could stand up, the drunken man rushed over with grinning mouth when he saw him.

"Son, son." Jiang Quan hiccupped, his body smelled terrible, he slapped Jiang Qi and smiled ferociously: "Didn't you fucking go to your uncle's house? What the hell are you doing back again?" You were born by a female cousin, and if you betray your father with outsiders, I should strangle you to death!"

As he said that, he grabbed Jiang Qi's hair and slammed it against the wall, punched and kicked, and was so angry that he untied his trouser belt and strangled the boy's neck.

The suffocation of death came, Jiang Qi really thought that he would be killed by Jiang Quan that night.

He has lived like this for more than ten years, maybe it is a good thing to be relieved.

Because he is gradually being assimilated by hostility now, Jiang Qi would rather die than become the second Jiang Quan, he does not want to become the person he hates the most, the young man slowly closed his eyes...

But in an instant, the phrase "I will marry you when we grow up" that the little girl said seemed to flash through the boy's mind.

Jiang Qi suddenly opened his eyes again.

No, he can't just die like this, Zhiqi will be sad.

Besides, even if he died, he should die with Jiang Quan.

So on the verge of suffocation, Jiang Qi's slender hands quietly touched the Swiss Army knife hidden behind his waist.

This is what he bought on purpose, and he will take it with him every time he returns to Chenkong Hutong.

It's really dirty to die with Jiang Quan, but at least he doesn't have to worry about this damn dog all day in his life.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qi couldn't help laughing, and stared at him tightly.

And his wolf-like eyes angered Jiang Quan, his face was black and red from the smell of alcohol, and his facial features yelled ferociously: "Fuck! What the hell are you looking at? Then I will goug out your eyes!"

As he said, he let go of the belt and reached out to Jiang Qi's face, but in the next second, the sharp saber cut half of his hand.

"Fuck!"

Amidst Jiang Quan's screams, Jiang Qi smiled coldly.

"You fucking dare to take a knife?! You want to kill your father?" Jiang Quan was stunned for a moment, then covered his hands and smiled: "Hahahahahaha, you fucking dare to kill your own father, you son of a bitch? Ah! You do it, you fucking do it!"

As he spoke, he tightly grasped Jiang Qi's neck with his other uninjured hand.

Men have been working on construction sites all year round, and their strength cannot be compared to that of a frail young man like Jiang Qi.

Jiang Qi's face turned purple from being pinched by him, his brows were tightly frowned, and when he finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to insert the knife in his hand until his long fingers were bleeding into the man's belly, the strength on his neck suddenly eased.

Jiang Qi felt that his hand on Jiang Quan's chest was wet and warm.

Looking up, Jiang Quan stared blankly and fell on him, his expression was not angry at all, it was... he looked like he was dying.

Jiang Qi was stunned for a moment, then pushed the man away and stood up.

The young man's white body was stained with blood red, and he was holding a knife in his hand, just like Shura who came out of hell.

But the real 'Sura' was standing behind Jiang Quan, an expressionless old man in coarse linen clothes.

He also lives in Chenkong Hutong, the old man who sells hair cakes, his hair is gray, and the wrinkles on his face are full of pleasure. He is holding the knife that killed Jiang Quan from behind just now, and his eyes are shining abnormally. of light.

Jiang Qi's Adam's apple rolled down, feeling "sluggish" for the first time.

The old man who appeared suddenly was like a ghost, but... he seemed to vaguely know the reason.

Jiang Qi was stunned, watching the old man leave without glancing at him the whole time, just holding the knife. He walked slowly and sluggishly, and walked away without a sound—that's why none of them noticed him coming in.

As the old man walked, he couldn't help muttering: "Ni Nan, Nan Nan."