A ten-year rival in love

"Unfortunately, there is no daughter!"

I don't know how many times Zhou Zhengdao heard this kind of words.

He was walking in the alleyway covered with cracks, and he could hear the women of which family swearing at the children, the children's sharp cries, and the old women in the frozen building talking bad things about so and so.From time to time, you have to pass by a pool of sewage, trampled vegetables and leaves, and bits and pieces of garbage piled up together.Flies swarmed the black garbage bags.

This is already the innermost part of this dilapidated dormitory.

A beggar was rummaging through the rubbish, holding an apple with only a small half left in his hand.

"Unfortunately, there is no daughter!"

The beggar grinned, looked at him, and put the apple in his mouth.

Zhou Zhengdao's footsteps stopped.

He saw a small fleshy caterpillar under his feet, he stretched out his foot and trampled it to death, and crushed it several times with his feet.When the feet were lifted, the caterpillars became a disgusting puddle of flesh in the sewage.

After doing this, he looked up at the beggar.

"What did you say?"

That beggar might be a fool, he didn't know which gossip woman he learned this sentence from, but he just used it on Zhou Zhengdao.Facing Zhou Zhengdao's gloomy face, he chuckled a few times, and the scum wrapped in apple dregs flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Zhengdao frowned in disgust.

"Unlucky, hiccup! No girl! No girl! Haha!"

The beggar couldn't help laughing, squatting on the ground and gnawing his apple.Zhou Zhengdao caught a glimpse of a rusty and discarded shovel beside him, grabbed it, and walked slowly to the beggar.

The rotten apples only had seeds, and the silly beggar spit out the seeds, raised his head, and looked at Zhou Zhengdao.

The broken shovel in Zhou Zhengdao's hand was raised high and fell hard, hitting the beggar with his head broken and bleeding.He screamed, covered his head and started jumping up.But Zhou Zhengdao didn't let him go, one foot stuck out and tripped him, and the shovel in his hand stabbed down mercilessly.

"What are you! What are you! What are you!"

The beggar screamed again and again, and his voice was so shrill that the residents in front opened their windows to watch the movement.Looking at the bloody and trembling body under his feet, Zhou Zhengdao felt a burst of pleasure in his heart.

He stopped his hands, let go of his feet, and let the beggar crawl away crying.

The residents in front who watched the excitement closed the windows after cursing a few words.

Zhou Zhengdao turned and went upstairs.

This is an old-fashioned residential area, which was a staff dormitory for a textile factory 30 or [-] years ago.Therefore, these floors are not high, and they are only three or four floors, almost all of which have reached the level of dilapidated buildings.

Zhou Zhengdao stopped in front of a rusty iron door on the third floor, and put the things in his hand into the mat under his feet.

That was the money he picked up at the school gate after school today.Ten yuan is a huge sum of money to him.

Take out the key, □□ the keyhole, and turn it twice.Click, the door opened.

A smoky smell of alcohol came to his face.

Zhou Zhengdao squeezed the key tightly, took a step back, and wanted to close the door.He came back at a bad time.

But he reacted too slowly, a drunken voice had already stopped him.

"Little beast!"

The owner of that voice rushed towards him and grabbed his collar: "Where did you go to hang around until now? Ah? Food? Ah? You want to starve me to death?!"

Zhou Zhengdao turned his head and stared at the door.The villain punched him in the stomach until his mouth was full of sour water.

"Useless bastard!"

He was savagely thrown to the ground, his slender body trembling, he coughed violently, wanting to vomit out the contents of his stomach, his eyes were dizzy, the ferocity he had just faced the beggar was gone, only his eyes The melancholy hatred and violence hidden in the jet-black pupils, brewing a storm.

The door was closed, and Zhou Zhengdao closed his eyes in despair.Let the man behind him swear at the market with dirty words and open his pants with his hands.

Enduring the sharp pain coming from behind him, he bit his arm tightly to prevent himself from crying.

This room seemed to have turned into a pitch-black swamp, and he was in the middle of the swamp, and the man behind him was pulling his hair, pressing his head, and hitting the ground hard, trying to make him Into the bubbling mud, to suffocate him.

This time it ended very quickly, and unexpectedly, the drunk man on his body was not the same as before, he went back to the room and locked the door after finishing, but spread out on the side, with his belly exposed, and just fell asleep like this.

Ah... I'm starting to get careless.

It seems that the opportunity has come.

He didn't care about the severe pain in his lower body, he put on his pants and dragged his trembling legs to the toilet, squatted on the toilet, and felt the semen in the back intestine slowly flow out from the injured anus.

This is a strange feeling, with a wonderful, somewhat masochistic pleasure in the pain.

After rinsing himself, he moved slowly to the kitchen and took a dull, heavy kitchen knife from the cutting board.

Walking in front of the man who was so drunk that he didn't know where he was wandering, Zhou Zhengdao raised the knife in his hand.

This is his stepfather, his nominal guardian.A rogue, villain, rapist.His mother was a prostitute, who had him with someone, and married this man after she was born.

This is the beginning of his nightmare.

Insults, violence, endless quarrels, and the eyes that my mother couldn't close when she was dying.

kill him.

kill him!

kill him!

All the cells in the body are clamoring to kill this man, tear him into pieces, and run away.

But not yet.Not until the time, no way.

He calmed down slowly, looking at the drunk man.

It's just that killing him is too cheap for him, and he should be made to taste the pain of being tortured, so that he can't live or die.Crime needs to be an art, and it can't be like the old beggar downstairs who wants to plan a perfect death for his stepfather.

But is there any way to do this?He is only 17 years old, and what he can think of is relatively limited.If there is a way to kill the stepfather without being discovered, that would be the best.

He tied up his stepfather with the same tweed rope that is usually used to bind large things on construction sites, gagged his mouth with some scraps of cloth, and left the sleepy drunk naked*-this is when he resisted. A common method used by her stepfather.

After doing this, he began to think about the next step.

His mother has a small fortune in this man's hands. If it wasn't for the money and to avenge his mother, he wouldn't tolerate it until now.

He thought about running away, but every time he ran not far, he would be caught by someone his stepfather knew, who would subdue him and send him back.

This is a trouble, because the stepfather knows too many hooligans like him, if he kills the stepfather rashly, maybe he will die even worse.

It's not an idea to confine him to that bed for a long time, what if his friends come to him?

There should be a way to make it look like the stepfather committed suicide, or, maybe, a way to make it look like he's gone forever.

……

It has been a year since Zhou Zhengdao entered this medical college.

According to him, he didn't go to school elsewhere because he wanted to guard his home and wait for his father to come back one day.

Yes, his father ran away two years ago, took the small property left by his mother, and just disappeared.

He ran many places and asked them to help him find it, but no one paid any attention to him.

It's really depressing and sad, from a little girl who likes to steal things in everyone's mouth, she has completely become an orphan.

After class every day, he would walk for more than half an hour and walk home slowly.

In a small house of forty square meters, the windows are closed, the dark curtains are tightly drawn, and there is a fishy smell in the house, more like a rotten smell.

"Where do you start today, Dad?"

He said softly, "There is no room for the thigh, shall we change it?"

"Don't be afraid. I'm just performing a minor operation on you and will sterilize you." His voice was very gentle, "You don't want to hang these things all the time, do you?"

"I won't let you die, how can you have the idea of ​​committing suicide?"

Zhou Zhengdao's voice sounded very brisk, and there was an unspeakable excitement hidden in it.

"Are you happy? Dad?" Zhou Zhengdao laughed happily, "I feel very happy. I have been the happiest in the past 20 years."

He stood up, picked up the plate in his hand, and looked at it with satisfaction.

"Today's dinner is braised elbow meat. Dad must eat all of it. After all, there is only one chance to eat meat in a week. Picky eaters will be punished by me."

He stood up briskly, supported the door of the cupboard with his hands, and kicked in the iron chain that had just struggled outside with his feet.

"Don't cry, Dad. Don't you feel happy? My son is repaying your kindness." He smiled gracefully, with a very natural expression, just like a real filial son.

He put the plate in his hand on the cabinet, took out the hemostatic and sterilized tools, and said softly, "Do you feel any pain? Then I will move more gently."

The iron chains in the cupboard rattled.

"Don't move around." Zhou Zhengdao said, "It's normal for you to feel pain. This is what you should suffer, retribution."

His stepfather finally died in the cupboard and returned to hell with peace of mind.

He also successfully graduated and entered a hospital for internship.

When I saw the trainee teacher, he was busy with an operation, lying on the desk, snoring heavily.

Thinking about performing well, he picked up the white coat next to him, intending to cover it for the teacher.

Suddenly he was grabbed by the hand.

"Don't go."