Chapter 40 Final Chapter Black Wings

The winter solstice, the longest night, is also the most suitable for going to another world. Ten o'clock in the middle of the night, in another forty minutes, the train will leave. On the street next to the railway station in the county seat, an old song rang out from the TV in the small shop selling red plum tobacco—— I often go home and have a look, even if I help my mother brush the chopsticks and wash the dishes, the old man does not want his children to make much contribution to the family, and it is not easy for a lifetime to just want to be reunited.I often go home to have a look, go home and have a look, even if I give my father a thump on the back and rub his shoulders, the old man doesn't want his children to make much contribution to the family, he always worries about his safety all his life.

The small restaurant with mutton hot pot is about to close, and the waiter came to urge the guests to check out.Cui Shan wiped away tears and closed X's diary.The last few paragraphs were crooked and illegible, and the ballpoint pen oil was melted by snow water, like clouds of light blue mist.The summer solstice begins and the winter solstice ends.From the shortest night to the longest night.From tomorrow onwards, no one will remember this story. Facing the stove in the corner, Cui Shan only hesitated for two seconds before stuffing X's diary into it.The tongues of fire ignited by charcoal in winter ferociously devoured the paper and ink, and burned them into pieces of ashes. Like black feathers, they floated up the beams full of oily smoke, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Dragging the suitcase out of the small restaurant, she took out a ZIPPO lighter and a slender women's cigarette from the fake LV bag.The swan feather-like snow fell again, like white paper money sprinkled in the sky, making people unable to open their eyes.The moment the fire was ignited, it flickered like New Year's fireworks, and from her mouth that had just put on honey-colored lipstick, a cloud of blue smoke slowly spewed out, and was blown into the depths of the small street by the wind.Suddenly, she remembered that she used to buy sweets in this area when she was a child. Cui Shan took out the recording pen, which was also a gift from X at the top of the Tower of Babylon.The dark ground was full of snow and puddles. She staggered cautiously towards the train station, smoking a menthol-flavored cigarette while holding the recorder close to her lips——

Dear X, I'm sorry, you keep calling me wrong, I'm not Odette. I am a murderer. On June 22, the summer solstice, my birthday, I sneaked into Cheng Lijun's bedroom at 5 o'clock in the morning. I neither gave up killing, nor did I stop committing crimes. Looking at the sleeping woman on the bed, I just wanted to kill her as soon as possible—to avenge my mother?For Lin Zicui?Forget it, I'm just for myself and never go back to the past. After completing the preparations for the injection, I pierced Cheng Lijun's left upper arm with the tip of the needle without any hesitation.Pretending to be the angle of her own injection, I gently pushed down the syringe, and the time seemed to slow down ten times, watching the liquid medicine slowly inject into Cheng Lijun's body.

I pulled out the needle and, like a nurse, put a sterile Band-Aid over her hole. Then, waited quietly for five minutes. The longest five minutes of my life. Feeling that she was dead, I touched her carotid artery again with gloved fingers. she died. I grabbed Cheng Lijun's right hand very calmly, forcibly parted my warm fingers, and left her fingerprints on the proper position of the syringe. After checking the room one last time to make sure I didn't miss any detail, my hair or anything, I escaped the villa. Oddly enough, I did spot a figure in the kitchen on the ground floor, and I was terrified at the time.However, when I was imprisoned on the top of the Tower of Babylon and you asked me to tell the truth with a tape recorder, I suddenly thought of that person...

So, I wove a set of lies to you: I didn't kill anyone, the real murderer was someone else, and Cui Shan, who stopped the crime, was an innocent victim, you will definitely choose to believe me. Is this fact hard for you to accept?In order to cheat your sympathy, in order to regain freedom and escape from birth, I tampered and fabricated this most important paragraph. X, I'm really sorry, if I tell you this secret in the air prison, I'm afraid you will never release me. However, this is a way to save yourself, there is no right or wrong, only winning or losing. I almost forgot, but I still have to tell you—Cheng Lijun is not the first person I have killed. In my short life in the past, I have also killed two men. Can you guess it?

As you wish, I have used my small passport and the money you gave me to buy a plane ticket to go abroad tomorrow, and I will go to the Republic of Sodom via Sydney.In another quarter of an hour, I will take the night train and rush to the international airport in the provincial capital to leave the country. The black swan will fly to another world. My name is Audrey. X, you are the man who loves me the most in this world, right? See you in hell. At the end of the small street filled with wind and snow, the lights of the train station can already be seen. Cui Shan stuffed the recording pen back into his bag, lifted his brown snow boots, and stomped out the ESSE cigarette butt.She conveniently put on a pair of metal earphones and connected them to the phone for playback.At this moment, in the corner a few feet behind her, there was a person following her like a shadow.I couldn't see clearly in the dark, so I thought she was wearing a pair of diamond earrings.

It was a face full of pimples, and a pair of hungry eyes were hidden under the country non-mainstream hairstyle.His grandfather was an old hunter, and he hid a rusty shotgun under the bed. Thirty years ago, he shot and killed wild swans on the Liuhua River, and generously distributed the meat to the villagers.Three years ago, the teenager dropped out of Liuhuahe Township Junior High School and went to work on a construction site in the county seat.Last month, the contractor ran away with the money, but he didn't get a penny of salary.Seeing that the New Year is coming soon, I really have no face to go home, and I was wandering in the dark when I happened to meet Cui Shan passing by.A young and fashionable girl who looks like she came from a big city, is carrying a bright-colored trolley case, and has a beautiful handbag in her hand - the obvious LV logo. He only knows that this kind of bag is very valuable, and rich people can afford it. There may be a lot of banknotes hidden.

About to walk to the light, someone suddenly grabs Choi-sun's bag.It wasn't a pity at all, but there was a passport of the Republic of Sodom in the bag. If it was lost and there was nowhere to replace it, it would be impossible to fly away tomorrow.She naturally resisted desperately, clutching the belt with both hands, hoping to attract passers-by to help. This is the teenager's first robbery.Amid the strong smell of peppermint, he heard the woman screaming, thinking that the police were about to arrive, but he didn't want to let go of the LV bag, so he pulled out a sharp knife in a panic and stabbed her in the chest for no reason.

Mute. Kneeling on the icy snow, with his hat falling down and his scalp feeling slightly cold, Cui Shan couldn't hear anything.A certain cold metallic feeling penetrates the velvet coat, cuts off the pendant of the necklace, and enters the chest cavity and internal organs, like a man's hard body, but also like a poisonous needle hidden. She felt very light, very light, like a black feather, blown by the wind through the dirty alley, up the barbed wire of the fence, overlooking the twelve-car train between the railway tracks. An eighteen-year-old boy hid in a dark alley with an LV bag in his hand.He didn't know that what he robbed was a counterfeit product, which was only sold for two hundred yuan on Taobao.The most valuable thing in the bag is the passport of a country that cannot be seen on the map, and a newly used voice recorder.

On the winter solstice, at 22:30, in the small square of the train station, under the last dim street lamp, there was a young woman lying on her back on the snow.The black velvet coat was quite eye-catching, with torn buttons scattered all over the floor.A pair of miniature earphones rolled out of the pocket, like a thin winding snake, crawling far into the gutter by the roadside, in the steaming garbage, the sound of oboe and violin oozes out, as light as a feather.The complexion is slightly rosy, and the long hair is like black silk embroidered on white cotton cloth.As the pupils dilated, a grain of snow fell and melted slowly.Like a seven-year-old girl, looking at the night sky, on the top of the Tower of Babylon. What these eyes finally saw was the cold and dim clouds, and a black swan vaguely flew alone, trekking 20,000 kilometers in wind and snow to the Sodom Islands in the South Pacific for the winter.The woman's blood, ready to drip, is like flowers at the end of spring, seeping through the black wings of a swan, and painting the white snow in front of the train station into a dazzling crimson one by one... On the longest night, passers-by were in a hurry to catch the last train, and no one even glanced at her.