Spend well

The darkness gave birth to a dream. Hua Changle just came out of the police station, facing a cold wind that melted the frost and snow...

Suddenly, the back of his neck felt cold and stabbed. Someone grabbed him and beat him. He forgot how many times he had been beaten, and even how painful it was...

realistic.

The inhuman homicide has no heart, the beast with intelligence but without intelligence, the human hyena.A needle of anesthetic entered his veins, and the suppressed depression could only be revealed in his dream, a piece of bloody sugar cube, his surging blood was surging with anger.Red and blue and yellow and blue, the color separation turned into trembling smiles, crazy butterflies, lust staring at his soul, but the devil dyed him black.

An unrealistic nightmare—he wished it was, but it wasn't.

Hua Changle woke up to find that she was tied up in a closed warehouse, unable to move.The man was right in front of him, wearing a yellow hazmat suit and a black dust mask.When the cold light from the warehouse shone on the yellow protective clothing, Hua Changle felt that he had glimpsed the coldest yellow.The murderer took off his mask, lowered his hood, and took a deep breath of the stale cold air.

"I don't really like breathing in this thing, but I have to, and you can't help yourself."

No, Hua Changle thought.He knew that this person was not worthy to say such a sentence, and he hoped to cross out the other party's lines (if any) with a bloody red pen, but in fact there was none, the culprit's words were not lines, but replicas of evil.He thought radically.

Hua Changle pretended to be emotionally stable. He thought he was not afraid of this devil, so he could calmly review, interrogate and narrate.He asked: "Why do you want to kill?" He said this sentence many times to many people.

"Oh, people can't help themselves, most of the time it's to survive." The yellow-clothed dog sat on the iron bucket, and his leather boots pressed against the blue bucket leather, making an ethereal echo.

"Yes, you never take human life seriously, and it's not easy to live to this day." Hua Changle let out a smile, but his brows were tightly frowned. He saw the rusty hinges and dirty hemp ropes in the dark, and wished he could Use that thing to hang the dog in front of you.Anger and sadness always make people lose their minds, but he is immersed in the illusion of "I am sane", as if falling in love with the devil.

——Originally, there is no possibility.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Hua Changle felt that he was only interrogating a criminal as a policeman, even though their powers were not equal.

However, the murderer did not ignore his cross-examination, but fluently said everything——

"Because I want to find a reason to escape the responsibility of marriage, because I can't be found out that I am a murderer, as long as I get close to you, I can avoid others' suspicion of me, because you are a policeman, you believe me, we are married reasonably. You have to realize that free will can be engineered, and so can love."

"As expected of you." Hua Changle said.He knew, and he should have known, that the wicked fellow would take pleasure in his crime.Active seduction is love by design, and he (Hua Changle himself) is the victim of this deception.Subconsciously, he does not want to give the perpetrator a chance to justify and sympathize.So...he said, "You were using me from the start."

"You chose love yourself." His eyes were like crows' feathers, and he tried his best to interpret innocence and sin.

"You lied to me." Hua Changle stared at him with unreserved hatred.

"I'm just covering up the crime narrative, I hate the evil in this world as much as you do..."

"No, no, no, you are different, you are not worthy." After Hua Changle finished speaking, he turned to look at the broom next to him, and then he heard a long, deep sound from the tin bucket being kicked.

"Oh, all right." Yellow Dog said, as if he had done nothing.He raised his head, looking at the four-meter-high ceiling and the red-painted trusses. The white light of the lamp dazzled his retinas.After a while, he said: "But death is really a normal thing, and it is inevitable for people to die."

"You're killing people."

"Actually, except for Luo Baixiang, Mo Qiao, and Fang Zhengyi, I didn't deprive them of their lives. Everyone else was 'suicided by me'."

"What do you mean?" Sophistry?Hua Changle grinned sullenly, this is simply an excuse used by criminals.

"They want to seek death, they need death, I satisfy them, we are a cooperative relationship. I just want them to give me the right to kill, because I need the pheromone stock solution to maintain my sanity, and if I want the pheromone stock solution, I have to kill. "

"How do you prove that you didn't instigate it? Well, maybe you don't know it yourself, you have no conscience."

"You're right." He tilted his head, the soles of his shoes resting on the surface of the iron bucket.The digital red paint on the top of the barrel is hidden by the soles of his shoes, and the excess paint runs like blood from the soles of his feet.

Hua Changle suddenly discovered that even though he was angry and in pain, he would still be seduced by a precarious desire. As long as he looked at the man's cold and ruthless silhouette, he would pay attention to the villain's face because of a certain "hateful" aesthetic.Facing a brutal murderer, he couldn't help but fall in love with a "living" elegant skin.He couldn't help it but couldn't refute it. Love and hate built his life like arteries and veins, and pierced the blood vessels into his heart.

He said: "I will not let you continue to do evil." As for cursing and swearing, he didn't bother to say it to the murderer.When the dog in yellow is arrested and brought to justice, many people will tell the murderer, but Hua Changle is different.For some reason, Hua Changle felt that she was different from others and that she was the biggest victim.

"But you can't stop me, Ah Hua, you can't save me, only I can save me, and you can't change me, this is the reality that has already happened."

"Last time you said you were on the edge of the abyss."

"I'm sorry, but from the moment you saw me, I've been under the abyss. It's so dark in there. I can only survive in this hypocritical world by being hypocritical." He threw the mask on the ground, as if going home It's just as casual to take off the tie afterwards.His dark eyes fell on Hua Changle, and he said, "But you are different, you are white, luminous, and hot..."

"Get out." Hua Changle didn't want to let him flatter, these lies would rot his ears.

"Okay," said the dog in yellow, "people don't want to understand the pain of others, and I don't need to be understood."

Hua Changle said: "I'm just curious, what exactly did you do? You also cut off the fingers of the hostages in the library kidnapping case."

"You're so smart," he said with a smile, "the unemployed are desperate, and the desperate are easier to manipulate than the cruel, and they're really easy to manipulate by the gutsy outsider, and people are always easy to manipulate. Deception, Seduction, control, that's what the world taught me."

"And Mo Qiao? You controlled Mo Qiao, killed Luo Baixiang, stole TOFFEE, and used me to forge an alibi?"

"Yeah, I was the one who threatened Mo Qiao to let her set the fire for me. I was the one who drugged you to create an alibi. It was I who killed Mo Qiao when you were asleep. It was I who used the phone recording to forge Mo Qiao's cry for help." He said it as if showing off, "But I don't think Mo Qiao and Luo Baixiang are innocent. You know how many people Mo Qiao has harmed than I do. As for Luo Baixiang, hehe, if it wasn't for her, my mother wouldn't have died like that .”

Hua Changle asked back: "Didn't your mother commit suicide?"

He got down from the iron bucket, approached Hua Changle, touched that face, and said, "Don't believe my lies, lies just blur the cruel reality into tragedy, but even if they are lies, they still look pretty good to normal people." Sad. Of course, I don’t need sympathy. It’s not easy for me to live to this day. How should I put it, if a person has to turn himself into a scum to survive, it’s indeed quite a sad thing.”

Hua Changle bumped him away with her shoulder.This feeling is very disgusting, this man who is close to his skin is a scum full of lies.

"Don't make me sick of you." Hua Changle turned to stare at him.

"I know," the murderer said to Hua Changle showing off, "You love me, you love a piece of trash, you are my gray area, and I am your dream bubble."

The evil's true feelings were revealed, and Hua Changle thought he was not blessed to bear it. Enduring the dull and twisted love, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Then why did you kill Fang Zhengyi? You have been paying attention to him from the beginning."

The cold gloves covered Hua Changle's neck, and the culprit's lips were pressed against Hua Changle's ears. He whispered: "Actually, it was an accident. Other alphas would go into heat when they smelled omega pheromones, but I can't. My sex drive has gone bad, I don't belong in this world, my instinct is to kill rather than have sex."