spirits in throat

Rong Zhao slowly opened his eyes. He was so dizzy that he had no strength, and his body was as if he had been filled with lead. He was tied to an old and old wooden chair.

The room was small, with no lights, only a beam of white light from a flashlight on the same old table not far away.

Rong Zhao struggled with the rope on his arm, but the knot was too tight, and his feet were tied, all the struggle was in vain.

He glanced at Bai Xiaoqing who was standing by the table and was lowering his head to get something in his backpack, and said in a low voice, "Why?"

Bai Xiaoqing heard Rong Zhao's voice, turned around and walked over with a sharp knife.

She looked at Rong Zhao, the warm smile on her face disappeared, and her voice became cold and strange, as if she had changed her soul: "I put medicine in the milk tea, you shouldn't drink that cup of milk tea."

Rong Zhao only felt that the voice was harsh and sarcastic, as if standing in front of him was not Bai Xiaoqing who would cook him porridge to nourish his stomach, prevent him from eating iced watermelon, and bring him cakes and milk tea.

Rong Zhao raised his head slightly and closed his eyes lightly. He never thought that one day he would fall into the hands of others because of a cup of milk tea and a bowl of porridge.

If he hadn't been greedy for the warmth brought by that bowl of nourishing porridge, he would not have easily trusted Bai Xiaoqing and let his guard down on her.

Bai Xiaoqing looked at Rong Zhao, and said word by word: "Listen well, I am Lu Hairong's accomplice, I was the one who killed Mi Qiong, Zhao Tian and He Yanyan."

Without waiting for Rong Zhao to ask, Bai Xiaoqing continued: "I hate them, because they like to wear red dresses just like Mingchen's first love. He always misses her, I'm jealous, and I hate all those who like to wear red dresses woman."

Bai Xiaoqing looked at Rong Zhao's face, which was prettier than a woman's, and said, "You're just like them, you're a slut, you're already dead and still haunt other people's hearts."

After Bai Xiaoqing explained her motive for killing, she lowered her eyes to look at the red dress on Rong Zhao's body, squatted down gently, and helped him tidy up the messy skirt.

Rong Zhao moved his legs and pulled the hem of the skirt away from Bai Xiaoqing's hands, as if disgusted.

"His first love used to live in the mid-level villa in Lingxiu Bieyuan. She was the eldest lady of a rich family." Bai Xiaoqing looked up at Rong Zhao, "I saw a photo once, and it looks a bit like you now. There is a tear mole."

Bai Xiaoqing touched the mole under her eye again, and said in a low voice, "I have it too, and He Yanyan has it too. He probably likes this type of woman."

The tear mole on Rong Zhao's face was drawn out by himself with a black watercolor pen, and it was already a little blurred after being drenched by the rain.As expected, he was not mistaken about the Banshan Villa, Feng Mingchen must be one of the murderers in the Guan family extermination case.

Bai Xiaoqing helped Rong Zhao wipe off the watercolor pen on his face, paused and continued: "Don't think I'm a stand-in, he really likes me tomorrow morning."

"First love?" Rong Zhao sneered, at some point, a trace of crimson crept into his eyes, dyeing the whites of them like a boundless sea of ​​blood, he said hoarsely, "How could he say that!"

How, how could he tell others that she was his lover.

Why not, Feng Mingchen has always been like this, he hurt Qiu Yingying, caused Qiu Yingying to commit suicide due to depression, and could be a son to Qiu Yingying's parents in turn.

The criminal has a self-redemption mentality. He firmly believes that he is a good person. He brainwashes himself and fabricates his relationship with Guan Xia.He also took aim at Bai Xiaoqing, who looked quite similar to Guan Xia, and redeemed himself by being nice to Bai Xiaoqing.

Looking at Bai Xiaoqing every day also allowed him to always recall the pleasure of committing crimes back then.

lover?How is he worthy of that kind of person!

A trace of saltiness rose from Rong Zhao's throat, as if his throat had been pierced by countless poisonous needles, cold and hard blood rolled out drop by drop.

Rong Zhao swallowed a mouthful of blood, how could he be worthy of that kind of person!

Bai Xiaoqing was startled by Rong Zhao's reaction, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong with you?"

Rong Zhao stared closely at Bai Xiaoqing's eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "Why are you taking the blame for that devil, he deserves to die!"

He remembered a sentence Zhou Ye said, which he always agreed with.

"Once one foot has set foot in the abyss of sin, demons never stop. They won't stop, never will."

Rong Zhaohong looked at Bai Xiaoqing with red eyes, and repeated in a trembling voice: "Why did you take the blame for that devil!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Bai Xiaoqing looked away from Rong Zhao's eyes, walked to the middle of the house, and stood in the white light of the flashlight, "I searched the street all night and only met You are the one wearing the red dress, it can only be you."

"Officer Rong," Bai Xiaoqing stepped forward and helped Rong Zhao pull back the wig hanging on his chest: "I actually like you quite a bit, you are very cute."

Rong Zhao clenched his teeth and turned his head away, not to let Bai Xiaoqing touch him.

Bai Xiaoqing took a step back, her face turned pale by the light of the flashlight.

She shook the knife in her hand, and the light of the knife flashed across her face: "This is the murder weapon. The police will find out that it was this knife that killed Mi Qiong, Zhao Tian and He Yanyan."

With a sound of "crash", Bai Xiaoqing turned around and grabbed the backpack on the table and threw it at Rong Zhao's feet. A dummy dummy rolled out of it: "This is the tool I used to rape them."

Rong Zhao glanced at Bai Xiaoqing: "This kind of thing can't stand the test of the forensic doctor at all, and it will be ruined once it is tested. Are you really stupid to think of the police?"

Bai Xiaoqing glanced at the knife in her hand, and said in a low voice, "This knife is a solid proof."

Bai Xiaoqing raised her right wrist to Rong Zhao's eyes: "It was scratched by He Yanyan, just before she disappeared."

"If I'm lucky, the evidence left on her is not destroyed, it will be another ironclad evidence." Bai Xiaoqing paused, looking at the vast night outside the window, "As long as I die, there will be no proof. The murderer can only be I."

Rong Zhao didn't care about Bai Xiaoqing's life or death, he just wanted to kill Feng Mingchen with his own hands, and kill the seven people who slaughtered the Guan family.

In the past six years, he has been thinking all the time whether to stab them to death with a knife or smash their heads with a hammer.

He doesn't care about blood on his hands, trampling on the law, or the rest of his life, he just wants them to die.

He had to live, kill them one by one, tear them apart.

A gust of wind blew in, Rong Zhao glanced out the window, the rain had stopped.He didn't know how long he fell asleep after drinking Bai Xiaoqing's milk tea, and he couldn't judge the current time.

He can't die, at least not right now.

Rong Zhao calmed down, looked around, and saw a glass beer bottle in the corner.He tried his best to delay time and divert Bai Xiaoqing's attention: "Do you know He Yanyan?"

Bai Xiaoqing has always kept secrets in her heart and never dared to confide in others. At this moment when someone asked her, she said: "For a few days, I found that Mingchen was a little out of control and was very cold towards me. That's when I realized that he saw She fell in love with a female patient, He Yanyan."

Bai Xiaoqing's voice lowered, showing a sense of fatigue and powerlessness: "She is more like his first love than me."

Rong Zhao looked at Bai Xiaoqing sadly: "Don't you understand? You are just a substitute used by Feng Mingchen to redeem himself. Because He Yanyan is more like her in his heart than you, he decided to replace you with He Yanyan."

Indeed, He Yanyan is more like Guan Xia than Bai Xiaoqing.Rong Zhao recalled his first acquaintance with He Yanyan, he was willing to accept He Yanyan's boxed lunch, largely because of this reason.

Not only does she look like Guan Xia, she even has a similar voice, just as beautiful and kind.

Rong Zhao stared at Bai Xiaoqing closely, with cold eyes, "Did you kill He Yanyan?"

Bai Xiaoqing pursed her lower lip, but did not answer Rong Zhao's question.

Rong Zhao raised his eyes: "Let me go, I can pretend that what happened tonight never happened, and I won't tell the police."

Bai Xiaoqing looked down at Rong Zhao who was tied to the chair, and said firmly, "Sorry."

"I didn't intend to kill you. I haven't killed anyone before. I don't want to stain my hands with blood." Bai Xiaoqing glanced at her hand holding the knife, "You shouldn't wake up. You know too much. Even if I die, you will still expose Mingchen."

"I will not expose him," Rong Zhao raised his eyes, with a hint of sternness and determination in his eyes, "I will kill him."

He could completely lie to Bai Xiaoqing, saying that he would not expose, let alone kill Feng Mingchen.He couldn't do it, and he couldn't say it.

A trace of sadness flashed in Bai Xiaoqing's eyes, she approached Rong Zhao with a knife in her hand, "Then I can't let you go."

Rong Zhao struggled a bit, and the rope around his wrist was tightened even more, like snakes entangled in it, exuding an inescapable chill.

He asked loudly, "Why do you do this for such a devil?"

Bai Xiaoqing met Rong Zhao's gaze, and slightly raised her lower lip: "What about you, Officer Rong, why did you accept the cup of milk tea I handed you?"

Rong Zhao opened his lips, and there seemed to be a faint sweetness of red beans in his mouth.

He seemed to have suddenly lost his strength, his voice was low and shallow, with a pitiful chuckle of self-deprecation: "The porridge you cook is delicious, I haven't eaten such delicious stomach-nourishing porridge for a long time."

"What are you talking about?" Bai Xiaoqing frowned, and immediately realized, "You misunderstood, I didn't cook those stomach nourishing porridge."

Rong Zhao looked up at Bai Xiaoqing: "Who is it?"

Bai Xiaoqing replied, "Zhou Ye."

After Rong Zhao heard this, he lowered his eyes and didn't speak for a long time. Covered by his long eyelashes, no one knew what he was thinking.

Bai Xiaoqing smiled bitterly and said, "You lost your life because of a bowl of porridge, but I can also work hard for an umbrella and a bowl of noodles."

She glanced at the white light on the ground illuminated by the flashlight, which looked like the snowflakes that had fallen on the ground the day she and Feng Mingchen first met.

That year was said to be the coldest in the past ten years, and it snowed early.

She was kicked out by the client, the cold wind blew snowflakes into her neck, and the deal was not completed.Not to mention eating, my younger brother had pneumonia and had a high fever of [-] degrees, and he didn't even have medical expenses.

The clothes on her body looked thick, but they were actually made of sparse chemical fiber material wrapped with a little cotton wool, which did not block the wind or keep warm.

Her hands had been suffering from chilblains a long time ago, her face was flushed with cold, and even the tears she shed were cold.

She was cold and hungry, sitting by the flower bed with her neck shrunk, calculating the price of a box of antibiotics in her heart, getting more and more anxious, thinking of her parents who had passed away long ago, and finally burst into tears of grievance.

The wind seemed to have stopped, and the snowflakes had stopped. She looked up and saw an umbrella, and saw him holding the umbrella to help her block the wind and snow.

He was so tall, standing straight, like a god who descended suddenly, propped up her sky.

He lifted her from the ground and led her into a noodle shop across the road.

Bai Xiaoqing's voice was extremely gentle: "That bowl of Yangchun noodles is the best I've ever eaten, just like the bowl of porridge you ate."

"Now, you can understand me."

Rong Zhao interrupted Bai Xiaoqing: "This is different. Feng Mingchen has plans for you from the beginning, Zhou Ye has no plans."

Bai Xiaoqing looked at Rong Zhao, lingering on this delicate and glamorous face for a long time, even a woman like her was attracted by his appearance, let alone Zhou Ye, who was sexually male.

"How could he have no plans for you." Bai Xiaoqing continued, "I have known him for several years, and I have never seen him care so much about anyone. You are the first."

Rong Zhao bit his lower lip tightly, not answering Bai Xiaoqing's words.

Bai Xiaoqing looked down at the time, picked up the backpack on the ground, took out a medicine bottle from it, poured out a few pills and handed them to Rong Zhao's lips: "If you are afraid of pain, you can take a few sleeping pills, when you fall asleep , I'll do it again."

"Ah--" The piercing pain made Bai Xiaoqing scream, and Rong Zhao bit her palm.

A piece of flesh was bitten off from the palm of his hand, and the fleshy tissue was connected to the skin, giving off a strong smell of blood.

Bai Xiaoqing took a few steps back in pain, and fell against the table.

The corners of Rong Zhao's lips were stained with blood, the bright red made his skin whiter, and the cold air emanating from the inside made him look like a medieval vampire.

Bai Xiaoqing took out a piece of fabric from her bag and wrapped it around the palm of her hand. Holding the knife, she went around behind Rong Zhao. The pain in her hand made her lose her spirits, and her voice was a little low: "I'm sorry."

The cold blade was about to touch his neck, and Rong Zhao suddenly fell to the left side with the strength of his feet and the ground.

The drug left in his body made him move slowly. During the struggle, the sharp blade cut the skin between his throat, and a line of blood flowed down.

With a "plop", Rong Zhao fell to the ground with his chair. He struggled and moved to the beer bottle in the corner bit by bit, dragging a long bloodstain on the ground.

Gritting his teeth tightly, he kicked the beer bottle against the wall with all his strength.

With a "crash", the wine bottle shattered into countless sharp fragments, shattering the silent night.