State of Mind

Chapter 136: 23. Opportunity

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People are really strange in this life.

The memories of the past flowed over. He remembered the days when he knew Perfection. It seemed that when they were very young, they carried their schoolbags to school together, dressed in uniforms, and were about to be late. He had a bun in the corner of his mouth and grabbed the schoolbag desperately. He ran, and saw the boy's back halfway through the road, his white uniform was spotless, he was carrying a schoolbag, and he was tied with a red scarf. He was clean and embarrassing. He bumped into him, he staggered and turned his head, his lips and teeth were red and white. He didn't come to make him feel inferior. His schoolbag fell to the ground. He picked it up, handed it to him, and asked with a smile, "Hello classmate, are you from this elementary school?"

"right."

He rubbed his hands and took the schoolbag over, feeling that the sun was a little dazzling, making him unable to open it, but unexpectedly, it would be a lifetime...

And now, he's going to open it, isn't he

He was holding a lighter, in the dark, with a desperate mood, wanted to light the cigarette, humming the Internationale, "Get up, people who don't want to be slaves..."

The sound was so brisk, like ripples in the water of a summer night lake, wave after wave.

"what-"

Finally, a woman's scream broke all this: "Ah, come here, help."

"coming."

"Patter." The lighter was finally lit, and the blazing light in the dark night reflected his excited face, as if he had cut off his shackles of life. He excitedly left the cigarette on the ground, slipped down the cigarette, and ran straight to the ground. In the nursery room, seeing the woman leaping over with the baby, tears on her face: "Child, my child, look at me, my child."

He lowered his head and looked at the child. The child was quiet, as if he was asleep, but his lips were bruised. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, oh, breathless.

"died."

When he said this, his lips trembled with excitement, but fortunately, the room was so dark and the woman was so flustered that he didn't see his happiness.

"It's dead, what's going on, what's going on... Wow..."

Suddenly, women, like all women, sat on the ground and started crying.

He didn't move, but looked at the woman quietly. What a joyful process this is. He has been looking forward to this scene for many years. How many years has it been? For more than ten years, twenty years, or even thirty years, he has long wanted to see this scene-the perfect woman sitting on the ground, crying helplessly, holding the dead child, and the murderer, Is the perfect son.

How wonderful!

He wanted to smoke again with excitement, but desperately suppressed this impulse. At this moment, the woman suddenly stopped crying. She looked up at him who was excited, and suddenly asked vigilantly: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing."

Suddenly he woke up, and desperately concealed: "No matter what the child is, we are all suspects, and we should find a way quickly." After a pause, he said: "I will go out to see if I can do a crime scene."

"Crime scene?" The woman didn't react.

"The child is dead." He made a gesture: "Who killed it? The police must ask what happened, so we have to do it, oh, do it, do you understand?"

"Fuck it?" The woman opened her mouth, suddenly jumped up, walked straight to him, stared into his eyes, and asked viciously, word by word: "Don't tell me, you killed this kid."

"No."

He hurriedly shook his head.

"No?" After the woman had experienced it, she quickly calmed down, put the child in the cradle, straightened out her messy hair, walked up to him, and asked quietly: "Let’s talk about it, what’s going on. If you don't say it, you won't be able to get out of this room today."

He suddenly panicked. Women are not scary, but the truth is scary. He is scared. Even though he knows it, he is scared to say it!

"Your son did it."

In a panic, he decided to confide the real murderer to protect himself.

"What?" The woman hardly believed her ears: "What did you say?"

"Your eldest son Xiaogang did it." He sorted out his thoughts, calmed himself down, and coughed softly, as if to recall the soul of reason: "When I came out just now, I saw Xiaogang was standing at the top of the stairs, staring at the direction of the baby's room. He seemed to be stupid, and he wouldn't return if he called him. I don’t know, I feel... Have you noticed it? Since the baby has asthma, Xiaogang Looks very wrong."

After all, women are smart. After being awakened by him so little, she was so clever, and suddenly remembered, these days there is no time to take care of the elder son, but this does not prove that the eldest son killed the younger brother

"What a child does during adolescence is unreasonable." In order to reinforce this impression, he made a gesture and said: "I found something wrong with Xiaogang recently, but... Well, why don't you go to Xiaogang's room? go with?"

Needless to say this, the woman put down the baby and ran out with a brain kick, while he stood there quietly for a while, enjoying the happiness of killing the perfect son. It was almost early summer, and the outside was struggling. The rain, ticking on the glass window, suddenly thought, how long hasn't he heard the sound of rain, such a beautiful sound of rain, it is really the best requiem tonight.

"Pump."

The woman ran over again, her face turned lookless like a ghost at this time, a more gloomy layer of fright than the previous one, she bit her lip and stared at him.

"Oh… "

He hurriedly put away his happy expression, rubbed his hands and said, "You said..."

"I'm responsible for cleaning the baby room." The woman calmly vomited out the arrangement and pointed to it. "I will eliminate all traces here. You... You... You'd better go to the scene and make it look like a gangster enters the room and robs it. ,Do you understand?"

"it is good."

He was relieved and hurriedly ran away from the room. The moment he walked out of the room, he turned around and saw that the woman had rolled up her sleeves and began to look for alcohol to disinfect, wipe the table, the floor, the cradle, and all the human traces, doing so quickly and professionally, People suspect that she is a professional investigator.

in order to…

A thought popped into his mind, being a mother is strong, as expected.

And what do you want to do? Oh, fake the scene of the robbery, right

He stood there to plan for a long while, looking up at the yard. The gangster wanted to rob the house, so naturally he could not go to the main entrance. He had to go to the yard. He quickly opened the glass door of the yard and walked straight to the yard wall. At this time, the rain became denser. , Ticking underground, the bluestone road seemed to be washed by water, but the garden side became muddy, he stepped on the muddy, turned off the gate of the courtyard wall, and climbed up the courtyard wall. Wanting to make a trace of the gangster's invasion, at this moment, he suddenly saw the figure outside the courtyard wall.

A homeless man was curled up under the opposite eaves. It was raining and he didn't know what he was looking at. He was so dazed and unkempt, he couldn't see his face. Only those eyes were bright and bright. Shining brightly.

"Hey."

He suddenly waved to the tramp: "You, you come here."

The tramp ignored him at first, but when he saw him shouting in a hurry, he walked over and raised his head and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'll give you a big gift bag." He looked down at the tramp, only to realize that he was actually not that old, and his facial features under his beard and beard were good. Suddenly he felt that this was a prop borrowed from the sky for him. The courtyard wall said: "Come here, you come here, listen to my instructions, and then I will pay you a sum of money to allow you to eat and drink."

"Oh." The tramp didn't seem interested, and rolled his eyes.

"Really." In order to show his sincerity, he took out the big banknote from his pocket and threw it over. The tramp moved his face, lowered his head and picked up the banknote, put it in his pocket, and rubbed his hands:" Come on, let me do what?"

He smiled and pointed to the courtyard wall and said: "Climb in and listen to my orders..."

He has always been contemptuous and unconcerned to the lower class. After sending away the tramp, the woman had finished cleaning, and sat there exhausted, asking him what kind of treatment he had done. He reported them one by one, and the woman praised him. Nodded, then said: "Then you go back."

"Go back?" He was startled.

"Go back, I'll report the crime." The woman's face was tense, she couldn't see a single tear, but she was surprisingly calm.

This makes him somewhat unsatisfied. You know, he wants to see her collapse. He has been looking forward to it for so many years. Isn't it just such a scene

Well, safety first, he thought about it, and had to say goodbye first.

The first thing I looked back, I wanted to find perfection, but after thinking about it, I still didn’t have the courage, so I had to wait at home. Soon, the police came to the door. He was arrested as a suspect because of his footprints in the garden. .

The most poisonous woman's heart.

When he knew this, he couldn't help sighing. No wonder the woman drove him away. It turned out that he was an adulterer under the guise of robbers, but he was also prepared.

"Oh, the murderer is not me, you can search my home, I can tell you who the murderer is, and the stolen goods are with him." He calmly confessed: "Let's handle the case and talk about all the evidence, right?"

The main person in charge of this case is a beautiful policewoman named Ali. Hearing this, her eyebrows wrinkled and said, "So what? That won't kill your footprints."

He chuckled, and suddenly beckoned to Ali: "Sergeant Ali."

"What?" Ali was very disdainful of his ambiguity, and scolded angrily: "I have something to say."

"I want to give you a great contribution." He said with a smile; "but you have to listen to me."

"What great credit?" When Ali heard the word "credit", her eyes suddenly lit up. Her life has been desperately trying to prove it. This proof requires merit, so it is sexual to her. of.

"Oh, yes, you have to follow my instructions." He beckoned again, Ali hesitated, walked to him, and listened to him whispering such orders...