The old man said that Zhu Rongliang was quite proud of himself for having committed two and a half murders.
He has wasted half his life while his peers have been promoted and made fortunes, but he is only an office director, a small leader, but in fact he is just muddling through.
His wife is domineering and has a bad temper. She always scolds him for being restless. His son is only in a junior college. Compared with his friends' children who want to get into high-end universities and 985 universities, he has nothing to say.
But who would have thought that he actually had that kind of miraculous talent in some areas, although it was not a serious area
Zhu Xiaoliang thought that he was not a pervert, nor did he have any pervert genes, he was just pretending to be a perverted killer. But he did it so well that the police didn't find him, so he was really proud.
This was a strange sense of satisfaction, which indirectly gave rise to his self-confidence.
However, God loves to play jokes. He likes to make people fall hard when they are proud of themselves.
The fourth victim was actually a man, a transvestite.
Zhu Liang was furious and scolded him bitterly, but was glad that he was not disfigured. He searched his belongings carefully but found nothing.
He didn't dare to do the same, for fear that people would find out that he was not a "real pervert", so he quickly found a set of men's clothes for him to change into, pretended to be drunk, and took him back to the bar where he met him.
I didn't forget to throw in a bottle of wine to make the disguise more real.
After doing all this, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and decided to stop.
Initially, everything went smoothly, and no one connected the fourth person to the first three. But after waiting for a few days, he was suddenly called by the police and asked why he was near the bar.
When he heard this, he knew what was going on and that the police had not yet discovered the connection, so he answered calmly.
But then the police came, he was detained, the true identity of the body was discovered, and a series of things made him anxious.
Zhu Rongliang considered imitating the serial killers in American TV series, first arrogantly announcing how many people he had killed, but then not telling the police where the bodies were, in order to obtain a reduced sentence.
However, it was of no use.
No matter how beautiful the fantasy was, it was still wishful thinking. The police simply threw the evidence in his face.
He was paralyzed and confessed, but he still felt a little unwilling.
Question: "I have made you suffer, haven't I?"
Police: “… Well, please check your statement to see if there are any problems. If not, please sign it.”
Memorize it and make your own evaluation.
Liang Yi: "I've watched too many American TV series."
Ji Feng: "There's something wrong with your brain."
While scolding, he also asked for a meal. After being busy for half a month, he finally had a good rest.
Liang Yi still had a conscience and asked, "Do you want to ask Jian Jing to come along?"
Ji Feng said: "She is not free."
On this day, Jian Jing was attending a funeral.
Perhaps the heavens felt that I was wronged and wanted to add a bit of sadness to the funeral. The sky was gloomy from morning, and it started snowing at noon. The fine snow was like dust, falling on the transparent umbrella surface.
The atmosphere in the funeral home was split in two.
The family on the left had a mother who lived to be 96, so it was considered a happy funeral. The relatives and friends who came to mourn did not show much sadness, but instead gathered in groups to reminisce about the past.
Old relatives are now scattered all over the place and rarely get together, so it is inevitable to get to know each other and talk about recent situations.
The person on the right, however, was in great sorrow.
My daughter is 25 years old this year. She has only been working for less than two years and has just started dating a boyfriend. This is the best time of her life. Her career, love, and life are all just beginning.
But she has closed her eyes forever.
The mother cried until she almost fainted, repeating over and over again: "I should have let her go back to her hometown and found her a job nearby, my poor daughter!"
The old man with gray hair fell to the ground and cried loudly. Beside him, his father's eyes were red again.
While comforting him, relatives sighed: "He is only in his twenties, how young he is!"
Someone else whispered, "The coffin has been covered and not shown to the public. I heard that there is no human form left."
"What a sin, the old man has to send the young away." The old people wiped their eyes, feeling bad.
When Jian Jing came in, what she saw was a stagnant air.
She took out a white envelope from her handbag and handed it to the relative who was collecting the money at the door. The relative squeezed the red envelope and found a thick stack. He couldn't help but lift it up and asked hesitantly, "Are you my cousin's friend?"
Jane nodded quietly.
"You didn't write anything." The deceased's cousin turned over the envelope and handed over a pen. "Please leave a note."
She shook her head and went straight in.
The mourning hall was hung with black elegiac couplets, and on both sides were wreaths sent by relatives. An automatic Buddhist chanting machine was singing "Amitabha" and the sound of wooden fish was booming.
Jian Jing lit a stick of incense and stared at the portrait in the portrait.
This was probably the deceased's graduation photo. Her facial features were ordinary, but her face was youthful, her hair was bright, and her eyebrows were full of vitality. But at this moment, she was already lying in the coffin, with her eyes closed forever.
She couldn't help but sigh and walked to the parents of the deceased.
"Uncle and aunt." Jian Jing called them, looking hesitant.
"Hello, thank you for coming to see me off, Anan." The mother wiped away her tears and forced a smile.
Jian Jing said carefully: "I have a gift for her." She held up a book with a red rose stuck on the cover. "I hope you can accept it."
The mother was shocked: "No, no, you are too polite."
"That's right, little girl, take it back." The father also advised.
Jian Jing said, "Your daughter loved my novels when she was alive. It was thanks to her that we were able to catch the criminal this time. I would like to give this book to her. Please accept it."
After hearing this, her parents looked at her carefully and recognized her appearance: "You, are you the girl that Anan likes?"
"My name is Jian Jing." She put "Rose, the Golden Killer" in the mother's hand and said, "I'm sorry, and I thank your daughter for her support."
The parents looked at each other and finally accepted it: "Thank you, if Anan knew that you were here to see her off, she would be very happy."
As the mother spoke, she couldn't stop sobbing.
Jian Jing couldn't bear to read any further, so she left the book and said goodbye quickly.
They did not stop her. After a brief hesitation, she took the book and went to the coffin place outside and opened the coffin. The undertaker had already dressed her up and put on some normal makeup to make her face look not too scary.
The mother held her daughter's hand, holding back tears, and placed the new book on the coffin, holding it with her left hand.
"Woo—" With an obvious sob, the mother lay down beside the coffin and cried again, "My daughter, please take me with you, how can I live—"
The shrill wail penetrated the smoke and reached Jian Jing's ears. She could not help but stop and look back, her heart churning with anxiety.
In another world, her biological parents must have cried for her like this.
Are they okay
"Jingjing?" A hand came from my shoulder and pressed down heavily, "Don't look at it."
Jian Jing suddenly responded and calmed down: "I'm fine."
"Your eyes are red, and you still say it's okay." Kang Mucheng frowned and blamed, "You don't have to come here specially. If you want to deliver the book, just send an assistant."
Jian Jing said, "That's right. I've troubled Mr. Kang to send me there specially."
Kang Mucheng looked at her helplessly.
"Let's go to Brother Yingjie's house for a meal." She got out of the car, took off her black gauze hat, changed it into a white rabbit fur hat, and temporarily changed her belt and accessories, getting rid of the dullness of the funeral she had just attended.
Si Yingjie lives in a villa area in the suburbs, some distance away from the city. The advantage is that the scenery is excellent and the noise of the city is almost inaudible. The disadvantage is that it is too far away from convenient living, and takeout delivery takes at least one hour.
"You're here." It was a cold day, but the temperature inside was around 25 or 26 degrees. Si Yingjie, wearing only a single layer of clothing and barefoot, came to open the door. "Fuck, it's so cold, close the door!"
As soon as the door closed, heat immediately filled my cheeks.
Jian Jing quickly took off her coat, hat and shoes and asked, "What are you going to treat us to?"
"Seafood. My sister asked someone to send over a few boxes of seafood." Si Yingjie was so ungrateful that he complained, "How long will it take to eat all this?"
He brought them into the house, where the heat from the floor heating had already filled every corner. He couldn't wait to eat the popsicles.
"There's ice cream in the kitchen." Si Yingjie instructed.
Jian Jing immediately ran to the kitchen.
The ice cream in Si Yingjie's restaurant is all handmade and brought from the hotel by the chef this morning. They are also responsible for cooking the seafood - you can't expect Si Yingjie to cook.
Jian Jing scooped a large cup of ice cream and visited the living room.
Si Yingjie and Kang Mucheng are two completely opposite friends. Kang Xi is neat and clean, and keeps things in order, but this Xi is a mess, either dirty or messy.
Decorations of various styles and designs are randomly piled up in the cabinet by the owner, crooked and arbitrary, which can drive people with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.
Jian Jing counted them and found that there were: Egyptian beetle amulets, Japanese Noh masks, Indian Shiva statues, Thai Buddha amulets, Arabic spices... a mess.
She saw that Kang Mucheng couldn't help himself and started to tidy up the magazines scattered on the sofa.
Si Yingjie was annoyed by him, so he snatched it and stuffed it into the storage rack.
It's amazing.
Kang Mucheng could tolerate seeing things in a mess, but when he saw books in a mess, he had to rearrange them according to the first letter of the alphabet.
Si Yingjie snorted: "What a bad habit."
Kang Mucheng: "Shut up."
Jian Jing was so happy that she couldn't stop laughing while biting the spoon.
Si Yingjie's face turned red from her laughter, and he quickly changed the subject: "Do you have any plans for Christmas and New Year's Eve? It's so boring, why don't you go take a hot spring bath?"
Kang Mucheng said: "I have to publish a new book on New Year's Day, so I don't have time."
"It's okay to leave after the event." Si Yingjie said.
Kang Mucheng said, "The first launch of my new book is over. I'm going to Europe to attend a wedding."
Si Yingjie wondered: "Who is getting married?"
He and Kang Mucheng have a lot of overlapping circles of friends, so he seemed to have never heard of this.
"Dear friend, you don't know him." Kang Mucheng explained, "He is very lonely and has almost no friends. Although we haven't been in touch for a while, I still want to go there."
Jian Jing asked curiously: "Where in Europe?"
He reported a place that most people had never heard of.
Jian Jing searched on Google Maps for a long time and found that it was indeed a bit remote and definitely not a popular tourist destination. She couldn't help but worry: "Are you going alone?"
After the Paris incident, she developed a psychological trauma about not banning guns.
Kang Mucheng was alone, which made people worry.
Not only her, Si Yingjie looked at the map and said without hesitation: "Take me one."
Kang Mucheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There's nothing fun there, what are you going there for?"
"It's boring. It doesn't matter where you go. You might get to know two beauties." Si Yingjie was not convinced. "Jingjing, do you want to go?"
Jian Jing held up her chin and said quietly, "That depends on whether Mr. Kang is willing to take me with him."
Kang Mucheng was angry and amused: "If you want to go, would I not take you with me?"
"What if there's a beautiful woman?" She used Si Yingjie's words and said seriously, "I have to consider your lifelong well-being."
Kang Mucheng: “…”
Si Yingjie burst into earth-shattering laughter: "Hahahahahaha!!"