Boss, stay!

Boss Ji has never jumped, but he has never eaten pork and seen pigs running. He knows that most people will scream when they jump, but Deng Jin, who jumps, is just like the character in the movie who is determined to jump off a cliff It seemed that there was no sound from beginning to end.

But after the staff pulled her up, she rested on Ji Kangcheng's shoulders, who was frightened by her behavior.

When going down the elevator, Boss Ji's legs were so weak, but she still stood, and Deng Jin didn't care about trifles. She leaned against the elevator wall, sat on the ground with her knees hugged, buried her head in her knees, and still didn't say a word. Shocked, I didn't even have the strength to comfort her, so I could only accompany her.

Deng Jin's silence and calm ended in the bar.

She became active again, and she loved to laugh as before, but the taste in this smile was obviously too different.

According to the suicide impulse she said today, maybe she should laugh more sadly and desperately, or according to the murder impulse she had, she should have laughed more bloody, or more numb, and more arrogant , but again neither.

Deng Jin took one glass after another, and the bottle of wine soon went down more than half. Looking at the scene, Boss Ji stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey, sister, let's forget about the wine. If we have grievances and revenge, we should go back and sleep for a while." Wake up, act tomorrow!"

Deng Jin propped her chin with one hand, as if she was thinking seriously, but after a while, she shook her head again: "No, I missed the opportunity to kill someone, and there is no other way to get revenge!"

She cheered up, and she was quite serious: "To use the popular words nowadays, I have wine, and I have stories, so let's live tonight like this."

Ji Kangcheng nodded, "That's fine." It's time to find an outlet for sadness, revenge and complaints are not enough, probably only innocuous confiding.

Deng Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, with a drunken expression: "I have a story? Sometimes I wish I didn't have a story, just listen to other people's stories and read other people's stories! But I... really have a story!"

"Let's just talk about this tattoo. The stalk of this vine is a scar made by a fruit knife. It was so sad when I was a child, but I didn't have the idea of ​​killing for the first time until I was 14 years old."

"At that time, I held the fruit knife in my hand and thought, is a 14-year-old person fully criminally responsible? Should I go to jail for murder at the age of 14? I looked at that..." She didn't mean to cry, but just covered her hands He wiped his cheeks hard.

"I looked at the man lying on top of me, shrugging his shoulders, watching his movements, his flushed cheeks, listening to his heavy breathing, from murder to prison to life and death. Sophisticated question, I think of such a scene where a person who can move becomes a stiff and deformed corpse with blood flowing all over the place, and when the hand softens, the knife will fall!"

Ji Kang was at a loss for words, and in the face of real pain, words of comfort were useless.

Perhaps for Deng Jin, the years of pain no longer need comfort, it is just another cruel stripping, self-examination and observation.

Deng Jin added another glass of wine, she raised her head and drank it: "When he saw the knife, he realized that I had a knife in my hand! I have already lost the opportunity. Even if I fight, I will never be his opponent. I don't know why he was so frightened and angry when he saw the knife, his eyes were red, he grabbed the knife and acted out the act of attacking first!"

"He really wanted to kill me. He stabbed me in the neck. It was only after I struggled that the knife pierced my chest and turned into a long-lasting scar." Deng Jin gestured on the tattoo with his hand .

"Do you know who saved me?" Deng Jin was still laughing, as if even she couldn't believe it, she shook her head slightly: "It's my mother."

"Mother, give us life. My mother is different. Even if she didn't want to, she still gave me two lives, one to give birth to me and one to save me! If she didn't open the door and wake up the man, I would probably be killed. It was handled quietly."

The words "quiet" sound creepy.

Deng Jin sighed and shook her head: "Yes, quietly! If the parents didn't ask, who would pay attention to where the extra person went? It was even more impossible for the school to ask. At that time, in the countryside, girls went to school. Dropping out of junior high school is as common as drinking water and eating, no one cares."

"Then your mother..."

"My mother?" Deng Jin smiled: "Do you know who I want to kill?"

If Deng Jin's mother can open the door to enter this crime scene, even if it is not Deng Jin's home, at least it is the home of someone very close to Deng Jin's mother, so this person must be someone they are too familiar with.

The absurd things that Ji Kangcheng has personally experienced are not too many, he has always read a lot of social news, not to mention the musty-smelling confessions that came out of Deng Jin's deep memory box, and he can already guess that they are inseparable. Ten, but he still didn't say those words after all.

But Deng Jin answered for him: "You guessed right, that's my stepfather, my mother's husband! They have a son who just started elementary school. Without me, what a complete family they would be! I I think, if the situation is critical, if my mother is asked to choose one of her husband and me, she will definitely choose her husband without hesitation."

"Do you know the word Xisi terrified? To this day, I still feel afraid when I think about it. If one of them insisted on killing me at that time, I would have died peacefully, not even counting as missing persons. Fortunately, the man was still sober, he was impulsive at first, but when he calmed down, he threw the knife and started yelling!"

"My mother just threw a piece of clothing on me to cover me! I could see shame, anger, hatred in her eyes... just didn't care." Deng Jin paused for a long time before saying: "I didn't Hukou, because my mother gave birth out of wedlock.”

"It is said that she was originally engaged, but she became pregnant when her engaged partner went out to work. It has been a month since she found out. She didn't dare to say anything. She tried various methods to have an abortion, but it didn't work! Heh, I started from the very beginning. It's fate."

"Of course the engagement didn't count, and the pregnancy period was too long, so she had to give birth to me and stay at my mother's house. I was four years old when she remarried. I still remember the quarrel at my uncle's house before my mother's wedding. My mother got married. They don’t want to take me, and my uncle’s family doesn’t want to raise me, too, why should I raise a trash that my mother doesn’t want? In the end, my mother can only compromise. I still remember the hot weather and the less lively wedding that day.”

"In the first few months, there was a difference between the new life and the old one. I had a household registration, and I even had a decent father... Ah, that's what my father used to be like. He could still hug me when he was happy. Raise it up!" Deng Jin said here, with a gleam in his eyes.

Ji Kang deliberately felt that when he was a child, he also longed for a father who could lift himself above his head. He experienced that in kindergarten activities, other people's children rode on their father's shoulders and were carried far ahead, while he could only be hugged by his mother. I feel aggrieved when my arms fall behind.

But at least he still had Ling Qiu's oath at that time, and Deng Jin's mother was much more unreliable.

"Later... the good times didn't last long, and the other party also noticed my mother's indifference towards me. They didn't even need to maintain the politeness on the surface. Once they met each other with their true colors, they would know the horror of the true face."

"After they had children, I became more redundant. I was sent to study at the age of seven. The five-year elementary school in the mountains, plus six years of preschool, I was only in the second year of junior high school when I was 14 years old."

"With that scar and the worry of being pregnant, I slept in the school classroom most of the time. At that time, the stove was lit in winter, and the stove was extinguished in the middle of the night. I didn't know how cold it was. I had to restart the fire to sleep. Fortunately, I finally passed the exam. The high schools in the city, of course they don't agree with me going to high school, how can I have that spare money!"

"One day during the summer vacation, when there was no one at home, I stole 200 yuan from them and ran away. I never went back!"

"As for the name..." She lingered on the three words with her fingers, and murmured drunkenly: "This name!"