"The most valuable thing right now is this house. The property certificate is probably in the TV cabinet. Do you want it?"
The visitor probably didn't expect to get this answer. He was stunned for a few seconds and said viciously: "Stop playing tricks, I want cash!"
Cui Zijing thought for a moment and said, "There seems to be some cash on the coffee table, but not much."
The man didn't want to talk any more, so he put a knife to her neck and said, "Take me to get it."
Cui Zijing smelled the fishy mint scent again.
Her eyes were full of determination, "Okay, but don't hurt me."
The villa is not big, and Cui Baixing was afraid that Cui Zijing would bump into it, so there were very few furnitures. There was only a coffee table and a set of sofas in the entire living room, and nothing else, so it looked very empty.
The visitor found three hundred yuan in a small jar on the coffee table. He seemed to feel that he had lost money on this trip. He made a disdainful "tsk" sound and then shouted, "What's in your pocket? Is it a wallet? Take it out."
Cui Zijing obediently turned out her shirt pocket, and a piece of paper fell to the ground.
The man immediately squatted down, picked it up and saw that it was actually a piece of white paper with high and low bumps pierced on it.
"This is-"
He looked up and saw Cui Zijing covering her mouth and nose with her sleeves. He realized something was wrong, but it was too late. Cui Zijing took out the anti-wolf spray and sprayed it into his eyes.
Instantly, his eyes were aching and itchy, tormenting him so much that he wanted to dig his eyeballs out. He kept coughing, sneezing, and wailing in pain.
Cui Zijing calmly took out a piggy bank from under the coffee table and smashed it hard on his head.
In an instant, the golden pig exploded, and silver coins splashed and scattered like a waterfall. Cui Zijing said, "Why don't you continue pretending, Uncle Zhou?"
In the last second that Zhou Wei was conscious, he heard Cui Zijing say, "This piece of paper is your death warrant."
When I woke up again, I was already in the bathroom.
His hands and feet were tied with thin fishing lines and several layers of tape. He tried to move, but his hands and feet were so tight that they hurt.
He looked around. The bathroom was large, but there were few things in it. There was only a toilet and a sink. There was a dry and wet separation in the far distance, and a shower opposite the bathtub, which was very clearly divided.
For some reason, after seeing it, Zhou Wei had only one thought: this place is very suitable for a blind person to live.
Perhaps the noise of the struggle was too loud, Cui Zijing turned around and looked straight at him.
There was some blood on her face, and she couldn't tell if it was hers or his.
Afraid of being discovered by her, Zhou Wei immediately held his breath. Cui Zijing smiled, "Uncle Zhou, I know you are awake."
"People breathe differently when they are unconscious and awake."
Cui Zijing asked: "Do you know how I know this? Because tonight, I stayed by my dad's side and listened for a long, long time."
Zhou Wei argued: "You must have misunderstood me, I am not—"
"I know it's you." Cui Zijing said sternly, "When you showed up the second time, I knew it was you."
"Ordinary people use their eyes to identify a person, but I don't use my eyes, I can only rely on other organs, so I can recognize more accurately."
"You may not know this, but I had my eyes on you the first time you opened the car door."
"The frequency of your breathing, the sound of your walking, everything about you makes up the scum smell on you."
"Even if you don't come to me today, one day I will find you among the crowd."
Zhou Wei saw that Cui Zijing was not joking. He began to beg for mercy, "I, I didn't mean it."
"I'm just a farmer, I have no money, no power, and I have children to support. This is the first time I've encountered such a thing, I was so scared, I was really panicked-"
"You're lying!" Cui Zijing said, "Maybe you didn't mean it the first time, but what about the second time?"
"Why did you come all this way? You wanted to make sure we were dead."
"You're not scared, and you're not panicking. You're doing this on purpose. You want us to die."
"You were worried that my dad's hospitalization would cost a lot of money, so you might as well kill him."
Zhou Wei wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only keep repeating: "No, really, I don't think so."
Cui Zijing turned around and walked straight up to him.
Zhou Wei then saw clearly that she was holding a large pair of pliers, the kind that gardeners use to prune tree branches.
Zhou Wei was really panicked and advised: "You are still young, it's not worth it to risk your life for me."
Cui Zijing smiled indifferently, "I died a long time ago."
"When I lost my sight, I was already dead. It was my father who tied me to his life so that I could continue to live. But now, my father—"
Her eyes were red. "You know, my dad won't wake up. The doctor said he'll have to lie in bed and rely on a ventilator for the rest of his life!"
"I told you that he is a man who loves freedom. But now, he is trapped in bed forever."
"all because of you!"
"The blood clot in his head was formed by repeated impacts. If you, if you had a little humanity, you left us a way out, my dad wouldn't be like this now."
Cui Zijing quickly calmed herself down and asked, "Do you know what it feels like to have your life slipping away little by little?"
"You'll know soon enough."
After that, Cui Zijing turned Zhou Wei over. She knelt on his knees to prevent him from moving.
A chill ran through Zhou Wei's heart, and he shouted, "What do you want to do? I'll tell you—Ah!"
Zhou Wei felt a sharp pain in his Achilles tendon and couldn't help cursing: "You bitch, what the f*ck did you do to my foot! What the f*ck did you do to my foot—"
Cui Zijing said: "I have never studied medicine. All my knowledge of the human body comes from the doctors in our health center."
"This is the Achilles tendon. If it's broken, the person will become lame."
She squatted down and introduced:
"Here's what I think. It would be best if I could kill you. But if God is blind and lets you escape, at the very least, I have to make you a useless person."
"You took my most precious thing, so I took yours. It's only fair, right?"
"But don't worry, I won't use the same trick twice. So next, I'm going to smash your other knee."
"Have you heard of Bin punishment? The man who wrote The Art of War was also subjected to this punishment."
"Then, I'll cut you here." Cui Zijing stood up and pointed the scissors at his crotch. "There's no time left. Let's get started quickly."
At this moment, a loud thunder exploded in the sky. Half of her face was in darkness, and the other half was brightly illuminated, like a perverted killer.
The thunder affected her hearing, and she held the scissors, waiting for the thunder to pass.
Just then, there was a hurried knock on the door.
Cui Zijing thought she was hallucinating. She stood there quietly, and the knocking on the door became clearer and clearer.
After a long time without a response, the male voice outside the door shouted impatiently: "Is anyone home, Miss Cui? We are the community security guards."
Zhou Wei didn't care who came, as long as it was someone who could save his life. He wanted to shout, but Cui Zijing had already sealed his mouth with tape.
"It's a pity that you won't become a disabled person for the time being." As she said that, Cui Zijing picked up the black garbage bag next to her and put it on his head.
"When I was a kid, I watched TV and the bad guys always had tough lives. I won't give you this chance."
She tied a knot at the bottom of the garbage bag, stood up and opened the door.
Hearing the sound, there were two people at the door. Cui Zijing didn't know whether they were enemies or friends, so she didn't pull the safety chain.
There were two security guards standing at the door, one fat and one thin. The fat security guard complained, "Why are you just now guarding the door? I've been knocking for a long time."
This impatient service attitude is definitely due to their property management.
Cui Zijing felt relieved and replied, "I can't see, I walk slowly."
The fat security guard choked, and the thin security guard asked, "Are you okay? I see blood on your face."
Cui Zijing said: "I was in a bad mood, so I smashed things at home to relieve stress. What? Did I disturb the neighbors?"
The thin security guard replied: "No, no, there aren't many people living in our neighborhood. It's raining heavily, so your friend asked us to come and see you."
Cui Zijing frowned: "My friend doesn't know the property management phone number."
"He went to the dormitory and woke us up." The fat security guard complained, "If you are so worried, why don't you stay here?"
The thin security guard winked at him and said to Cui Zijing, "Do you have anything else to do? If not, we'll go back first."
This perfunctory attitude was indeed from their community property management. Cui Zijing was completely relieved.
After she closed the door, the thin security guard poked the fat security guard with his elbow and said, "Hey, we are paid by the people, so we should have some professional ethics."
The fat security guard was still not giving in. "What's the big deal about having a few stinky bucks, you little brat!"
The thin security guard knew his character and did not argue, but urged him: "Go back quickly, the rain is getting heavier."
The fat security guard complained, "It was fine before I went to bed, when did it start to rain?"
As she walked through the hall, Cui Zijing deliberately avoided the coins on the ground.
When he beat the man just now, he should have put a plastic bag on him. She thought, how troublesome it would be to deal with that man.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out the note.
The uneven marks on it are Braille.
In the parking lot, someone handed her this note. It said: If you want to punish the murderer, I can help you clean up the mess.
She didn't know who this person was or whether he was lying to her.
She thought that even if no one cleaned up the mess, she would make the driver pay with his life.
When she returned to the bathroom door and touched the door handle, Cui Zijing smelled blood.
She listened carefully and found that the smell seemed to be going towards the basement.
She thought about it and pushed open the bathroom door.
The bathroom was quiet, and the smell of blood was stronger than outside.
Cui Zijing kicked and the place where Zhou Wei was tied was empty.
She narrowed her eyes and returned to the living room. She reached for the coffee table and found the knife Zhou Wei had used to hold her hostage.
She sneered, holding a pair of large scissors, and walked towards the basement following the smell of blood.
Although Cui Zijing looked confident, she was not a psychopathic murderer and had not received any professional training. She was just relying on her anger to hold on, which inevitably led to mistakes.
She left in too much of a hurry just now, the plastic bag was not tied too tightly, and the fishing line was not tied very securely either. Driven by a strong survival instinct, Zhou Wei struggled to break free from the plastic bag, and also created some space for his hands and feet to move.
While Cui Zijing was talking to the security guard, he took advantage of this little opportunity and escaped.