Spend well

He entered the subway, and the iron gate closed.The TV in the car is broadcasting a travel advertisement about snow-capped mountains and frozen lakes.Hua Changle glanced at it, then picked up the phone and called Yue Wuyuan.He saw Yue Wuyuan's name in his contacts, and his heart was like a glacier for a moment.It may take half a winter for the lake to freeze, but it only takes a handful of ice rafters to break the ice.He pressed "Dial".The trains are crowded, and the people are mass-produced like sugar cubes on the conveyor belt of an automated machine.When the train was running, Hua Changle was bumped by the people behind. He held onto the cold railing to listen to the voice on his phone.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Yue Wuyuan said.

"Ayue, I have an important courier. Are you free to pick it up and bring it to the police station? That's very important." He looked at his watch and calculated the time it would take for the courier station to arrive at the police station.

"Okay, I happen to be free, please forward the message to me."

"it is good."

At this time, the announcement on the train to remind the station rang, and he hurriedly hung up the phone, for fear that Yue Wuyuan would find out from the announcement that he was not at the police station.

In fact, within a minute after he hung up the phone, Yue Wuyuan called back.

"You're not at the police station?"

"Yes, I'm working on a case outside."

"Are you in the subway?"

"The police car broke down today."

Hua Changle hung up the phone in fear, clutching her chest like a heart attack, wishing to take out that dying heart that was addicted to love.He looked at the distorted figure reflected on the iron railing, it was like a distorted image freely stretched by the distorted world.Psychedelic world.Sweat and noise stuck to his skin and ears, like an evil spirit that refused to leave.He raised his head, and saw a vague overlapping shadow on the black glass—himself.

In a trance, he glimpsed the bloody rain dream, and in the daytime he relived that terrible and extremely lucid dream on the rickety subway—he knew whose name was read on the sharp radio.Not Yue Xian.

Love was twisting his sanity, and he knew he had no proof, but he was unwilling to succumb to false happiness.People should not be manipulated by it, genetic experiments, social experiments, or love.Still, he couldn't control that heart—the mad heart.What he was powerless to face, reality, the shattered phantom choked him like a poisonous snake.

Daydreams are so lucid that they are indistinguishable from the real world.When he arrived at the station, it was raining heavily outside. He bought a black umbrella and ran back through the mud.He saw the dark clouds in the sky and the isolated iron wall, and he was like an ant looking for relief in the gloomy doomsday.No, it's time to find the truth -- the truth about love and about criminals.

He used an umbrella to block the rain, and a butterfly took refuge under his umbrella, which is only a hypothesis.No butterflies, no butterfly effects, butterfly cakes, stuffed butterflies or anything else related to butterflies.Only Yue Wuyuan, in the collapse of love.

Hua Changle is Yue Wuyuan's umbrella, and the crazy rainstorm has washed the black of the umbrella surface.Huachangle is a transparent umbrella.The world is bleeding.Maybe he will be broken by the rainstorm, but the butterfly will look for the next umbrella.Maybe the last umbrella was Yue Xian, so who is the next umbrella?

He couldn't control his imagination, the pain was like a bursting flood, and he had never had such an infatuated dark fantasy about human nature.It's all because Yue has no fate.The "great malice" proved by this habitual offender.

When passing by the market, he smelled a smell of fish, and under his feet were the waste scales left by fishmongers.A murderer smells, the smell of crime.The taste of crime lingered in his mind.Even if the criminal has a "special ability" to change pheromones, the criminal police can still remember his smell.Pheromones don't control the minds of cops, and they don't control love.What Hua Changle loves and hates is just a deceitful living person.

—He is very sober now.

Open the door, no one is there.Yue Wuyuan took off the leather shoes.

Hua Changle took off his shoes and started looking through Yue Wuyuan's suitcase, but he couldn't find any evidence.He saw two books on the table, and for a moment, he was wrapped tightly by a strange anguish.

What is Yue Wuyuan trying to reveal through these books? "Pure species" do not belong to this world, and everyone's life is designed.Painful, his miserable childhood.

But this is no justification for the crime of homicide.

Ignorance is virtue, ignorance is happiness.This is not right.If no one knows the crime of the dog in yellow, then he will continue to kill people, just like what Fang Zhengyi told him when he learned about Wu's case - "If we can't catch the murderer, I don't know how many similar cases there will be in the future. "

—Although the person who said that is dead.

Hua Changle keeps recalling what Shi Linyu said, and Yue Wuyuan always brings dolls with him.pillow.He turned his head and saw Yue Wuyuan's pillow, they used to hug these soft and lovely things to love and make love.

He grabbed Yue Wuyuan's favorite corgi pillow, kneaded the cotton core through the outer cloth with five fingers -- gentle, harmless, this is a damn disguise.He picked up the suture with a knife, and the soft little thing split open, and it was full of white cotton.He reached in, explored, grabbed, and caught several bags of stuff—popping candies.

In fact, at this moment, there were still residual sweet memories shouting in his mind, but...that was powerless.

He tore open the popping candy, luckily, there was really a popping candy inside.He took a sip, and really, the sugar was dancing on his tongue like a madman.He opened each packet of sugar and found a packet of white powder among the ten packets.

He knows, and he should know.He knew that he could see roses when he opened the bottle of truth, but he didn't know until he opened it—it could emit such a stench after being stuffed in the water for many days.

very good.This should be TOFFEE.

Hua Changle put the powder into a sealed bag, looked at the other pillows, and there were more.The little hamster pillow was still very soft, and when he removed the stitches, he found that the stains on the back of the pillow were gone.He hesitated for a while, but opened it anyway.Inside he found the "True Love Five" perfume and a folded piece of paper.

Suddenly, Hua Changle felt a crazy owl butterfly jump into his mind, and he was stared at tightly by the moving eyes.He thought it was his broken love whining, until he saw a sentence written on that piece of paper——

I'm watching you, honey.

The closet made the characteristic decaying noise of wood.The cabinet door opened, and a black leather shoe landed lightly.The culprit came out of the closet, his face covered with a black dust mask.No one can guess his expression.