Chapter 14 hostage life

Then we went into the mountains. I have already put on a cashmere sweater, jeans, and a jacket, which are both warm and light, and are the best clothing for mountaineering. He and I do a similar dress, plus a giant hiking bag, which contains everything, everything you need. No one doubted that we were not a honeymoon couple, or at least lovers. But the fact is not the case at all. We're on the run, he's a murderer, and I'm a hostage. I smiled wryly, and became more and more convinced of the truth that "the appearance of things is often false" that has been repeated thousands of times by predecessors.

Zhong Chubo ordered me to put on cloth shoes, saying that this way I would not leave footprints on the dirt road.He explained his plan to me: "The police in Dalian have made a series of preparations and investigations, released the news layer by layer, faxed your photos to the police stations in other cities, and each bureau will hold a meeting after receiving the news to issue tasks and deploy plans. , until the start of action, there will always be three to five days, and now it is time to conduct a large-scale search. But it is a gust of wind, and after three or two months, no one can be found, so naturally relax. So in these three or two months, the most When it’s dangerous, you have to be extremely careful. Qinling is a real deep mountain and old forest, where wild animals are infested, and no one will go there to search. And at this time, there are plenty of edible things in the mountains, even if there is not enough food, you can’t starve to death. And when the weather turns cold after autumn and the mountains can no longer endure, we should come out. At that time, it is definitely not difficult to find a city to buy a fake certificate to live in. Now I have nothing, but the last All that’s missing is money.”

I was dumbfounded, the plan was indeed thorough, but why did he choose Qinling, Shaanxi as his foothold? "Simple, because I don't know this place well." What kind of answer is that?I looked at him, half understanding. He shook his head and made fun of me: "With a smart face and a stupid stomach, I have been my secretary for so long in vain. I can't turn around this corner. You should know that whether it is the company's business or my personal relationship, it has nothing to do with Xi'an. In other words, Xi’an is almost the least likely place for me to come, so I just want to come here. You know, many fugitives are arrested, and the biggest mistake they make is to seek relatives and friends. Don’t you know that relatives and friends are the world The most untrustworthy animal in the world."

"So, do you have any real friends?" "No." He answered decisively, and then asked, "Do you have any?" "Me?" I thought of Wuyou, Wuyou is my real friend, right? "I have got." "That's a great misfortune." He chuckled, and repeated his wise words, "A friend is the most untrustworthy animal in the world. Every more person you trust, the more danger you have. If you You think you have real friends, and that means there's real danger around you." "So you even killed your wife." "True. Because she knows too much to be trusted."

"What does she know?" "my past." "Your past?" "I used to sell white powder. I made a living from this." My eyes widened and I forgot to walk for a moment.When he talked about white powder, his casual tone seemed to be saying that he used to sell tofu or work on the wharf, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. "Hey, let's go." He urged me, explaining his past in a few words like a story introduction, "My wife and I have known each other since we were children. We are in a village. When we are poor, we sell white powder. First, we help others. Later, I worked on my own, and later made money, so I washed my hands and quit. I was thinking about how to change my way of life. I changed my job twice, ran around, and went to Dalian to work as an advertiser. Hey, I did a good job. Not bad. If it wasn’t for this incident, maybe I would run for the top ten outstanding youths next year.”

"You? Outstanding young man?" "What? No way?" He laughed. "Which rich man didn't do anything ignorant of the law before he became famous? It's like a big tree. It only needs to dig its roots into the soil, and the deeper it goes into the dark, the more it will grow." The tighter it is, the taller the trunk can grow, and the more sunlight it can get. Therefore, whatever is brightest must have the darkest behind it.” It's incredible to me that in Zhong Chubo's arguments, there are always a lot of unorthodox and self-contained rhetoric. This person is completely unreasonable.

I bargained with him: "Your plan is indeed very thorough, but you have overlooked one point: although killing a wife is a felony, it does not cause harm to the society, and it may not be sentenced to death. Even if you pursue him, it will not be listed as a serious crime. Let me do it. But with kidnapping, things will get worse. So, why don't you let me go and run away by yourself, it should be easier to escape." "That's right. It's safer if I kill you now," he joked. "Don't talk sweet words to me, you haven't learned yet." I was so angry that I had no choice but to refrain from opening my mouth.

Along the way, we ate instant noodles and biscuits to satisfy our hunger. At night, I lived in the wild, poured alcohol on dead branches and ignited them, and wrapped them in inflatable sleeping bags to keep warm. The pine waves undulate, the crickets sing in arrays, and the night in the mountains is quiet and deep.I looked at the sky and never saw so many bright stars, each of which was written with longing and sadness. Today is May 1st, the day when Yiran and I got married, but now, we are far away from each other, we can't hear from each other, and I don't know if there will be a chance to meet again in this life.My heart ached again, and the pain became tighter and tighter, as if my internal organs were about to be torn apart.The flames licked the branches with a "squeaky" sound, and the unknown mountain insects were chirping, but there was no other sound.

Seeing Yiran's face in the erratic firelight, his face was anxious and his eyes were full of sincerity. There are meteors across the night sky, whose tears hurt whose heart? I took a peek at Zhong Chubo, who was dozing by the fire. He seemed to be fast asleep, lying spread out beside the fire, totally defenseless.The hatred for him reached its peak at this moment, and I couldn't help thinking secretly how I could take advantage of the unpreparedness and slash at him with the scimitar used for chopping wood. However, at the moment when my hand quietly stretched out towards the scimitar and was about to grasp the handle, the knife suddenly rose into the air and was already in Zhong Chubo's hand.

He looked at me and sneered "hehe": "What do you want to do?" "Don't do anything." I saw him standing up, my heart trembled, and I asked, "What do you want to do?" "What do you think?" There was an evil smile on his lips, "It's beautiful on a beautiful day, and the moon is under the moon before the flowers. We can't live up to the spring night." I became frightened, and quickly pulled out a burning tree stick in front of me to defend myself, "How dare you!" "Do you want to try it?" He laughed wildly, approaching step by step, his eyes burning like a beast seeing its prey.

I screamed, threw the fire stick in my hand at him, turned around and ran wildly.But within a few steps, he had already caught up and fell into his arms.I struggled and screamed, "Let me go! Help!" His hands held me like iron tongs, and the hot air from his mouth sprayed all the way to my face: "Call, barren mountains and wild mountains, let's see who will come to rescue you?!" But at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly passed over the treetops, and the fog became thicker, completely covering the moonlight. I heard a strange voice coming from a distance, like weeping and complaining, like a complaining ghost. In the blink of an eye, I understand. "Xu Nongqin! It's the soul of Nongqin who has come after me!" Zhong Chubo looked around angrily: "It's you monster again! Come out! I'm not afraid of you!" The four fields were silent. The fog dissipated, revealing the bleak moonlight, which contrasted with the weeping pine wind. Zhong Chubo's interest was completely destroyed, he kicked towards the bonfire bitterly, sparks scattered, I laughed triumphantly, and for the first time found that the ghost is not only not scary, but also very cute. This is already the third day after entering the mountain. The mountain road became more and more rugged, and gradually there was no way to go. But the color of the wild flowers is getting brighter and brighter, the leaves and grass are getting greener and greener, the sound of the birdsong is as clear as washing with spring water, the breeze is coming, and the thin milky white mist will be blown around Go, as if the clouds from the sky fell to the world. Everything is not unbeautiful. If you can hold hands with the people you love, watch the mountains and the moon, cook water and talk about tea, it should be a great joy in life. However, the person next to me is Zhong Chubo.A murderer with bloody hands.And what was contaminated was the blood of his own wife. This fades both the flowers and the dawn mist. Since Nongqinhun reappeared, he never intended to violate me again.There were also times when he was provocative in his words, and I warned him: "Be careful, your wife is watching!" He took a "bah" and cursed angrily: "Monster, the ghost is still here!" But he dared not openly disrespect. In this way, we can finally live in peace.But I was still getting more and more haggard day by day, my feet were blistered, and I was struggling. But on this day, Zhong Chubo finally said: "Okay, there is no need to go anymore." At last he found a cave that he thought was satisfactory, deep and full of the smell of rotting leaves. "You have to clean up before you can live. I have observed that there is a water source nearby, and the cleaning work will not be difficult. Hey, miss, have you done any housework at home?" I looked at him, not understanding what he meant for a moment. He said: "What are you looking at? This will be our home from now on. We will live in it for at least a few months. How about it? The new house is not bad, right? This is a real 'bridal chamber'!" "The bridal chamber? I think the prison cell is not too bad." I muttered in my heart, and followed his example to inspect the surroundings. Objectively speaking, if there is not a murderer watching by, this place is indeed a beautiful place. There are two old trees much older than me at the entrance of the cave, embracing each other on the left and right, forming a natural curtain at the entrance of the cave. The terrain is relatively flat and covered with green grass, making people just want to lie down and have a sweet sleep.There are also grasslands in the city, but they are not allowed to be stepped on, which makes me feel strange when I step on the grass casually. So, do you really want to be a savage?Or cavemen from 500,000 years ago. Then I thought, the earliest history of human beings belonged to the matriarchal society, since the time is reversed, should I have the final say? But in fact, that is not the case at all. In the mountains, I am like a useless waste, all my knowledge and knowledge are useless. Zhong Chubo is at ease, like a fish in water, as if he knows everything and is omnipotent.He knows how to distinguish between poisonous mushrooms and delicious edible mushrooms. He can tell by the smell of cooking smoke that there is a house about a few miles away, and he can collect some herbs anytime and anywhere to dry them for emergencies.He even knew how to shoot hares with a sharpened tree spear and roast them over a fire. When he was roasting hares, I kept collecting dead branches according to his instructions. I had already picked up a lot, but he still didn't call to stop. The smell of rabbit meat wafted over, and I couldn't help asking: "Isn't that enough? These fires can roast a hundred rabbits." Zhong Chubo smiled and asked, "Who said I would use it to roast rabbits?" It turned out that he was going to pile those branches into the hole to light, to get rid of the foul smell and damp in the hole.The fire continued to burn until evening, lighting up the night. Zhong Chubo sat by the campfire and laid out all the things in the big rucksack. There were quite a lot of treasures in it: pots, bowls, convenient chopsticks, concentrated industrial alcohol, hundreds of simple lighters, medicines, convenience foods, seasonings Cans, clothes, fishing nets and hooks, boxes of bullets... "How is it? It won't be a problem in three to five months, right?" He proudly showed off, "We have everything you need, including your satisfaction." "It would be better if there were creams and perfumes." I was deliberately critical, "You didn't think about my skin." "Really? Do you want to bring the treadmill and coffee pot?" He sarcastically. "Thank you, I don't drink coffee, only tea." When it comes to tea, I can't help thinking of Yiran, and my heart immediately hurts again.I don't know what Yiran is doing at this time, and if he misses me the same way.Does he still go to "Shui Wuyou" to drink tea?Remember our conversation about seven bowls of tea? I chanted softly: "One bowl moistens the throat, two bowls break the loneliness, three bowls dry the intestines, and there are only five thousand volumes of words..." "What the hell are you talking about?" "You won't understand." I said quietly, intending to provoke him, "This is the conversation I had with Ke Yiran on our first date." "Don't mention that surnamed Ke to me!" He was really angry, but immediately smiled maliciously, and asked me secretly, "Do you know what forensic medicine was called in ancient times? Disobedience! It's better called 'Guan Caizi' ', that is, 'coffin boy'!" I'm angry. He laughed.Then he asked, "Did Ke Kuozuo feel when he shook hands with you?" This vicious ridicule made me angry, and I couldn't help retorting: "Of course, I am extremely gentle and unforgettable." At the same time, I couldn't help but secretly surprised, hey, I learned to quarrel.I'm a hostage of this big villain, and I'm being kidnapped right now.Maybe it's because the starry sky is too beautiful, the spring breeze is too light, and the smell of roasted hare is too fragrant, so I can't bear to hate it. And the big villain has already read my mind: "Are you angry that you don't hate me enough? You, you are a good girl, and you haven't learned to hate yet." He sighed, his eyes were gentle, "If one day you Finding yourself hating me really, really bad, you're going to be upset because that means you're not likable in the first place." I was taken aback: "What kind of logic is this?" "The logic of love." He squinted his eyes and went back to the distant past, "When I first met Aqin, she was also a good girl who didn't know how to hate, she was as pure as a river, and as simple as a bird. We love each other very much, and she has always wanted to live a better life. For her, I went through life and death, and lived a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. Later, we made a fortune, and the life became better and better, but Ah Qin became more and more unhappy. She I don’t know where I heard the theory, I think that if a man has money, he will turn bad, and I always suspect that I will find a woman outside. I started to bother her, and I really met many different women. She was angry, afraid that I would abandon her She, and I really wanted to leave her more and more. She threatened me, saying that if I dared to break up with her, she would report me to the police. She didn't know that threats and intimidation are useless to people like me. She originally had a very powerful weapon, that is, I love her. If she makes good use of my love for her, she will always be invincible, but she is superstitious about force and threats. I hate people to intimidate me, so I killed her to make everything she said come true." The more I listen to it, the more curious it becomes. What kind of theory is this?In Zhong Chubo's world, it seems that there is no right or wrong, and all the standards of right and wrong are set by him alone, completely ignoring the eyes and likes and dislikes of the world.I imagined the past of Zhong Chubo and Xu Nongqin. Even if they were not in love with each other, they had true love at the beginning, otherwise how could they get together.But what is it that makes people who love each other alienate, hate each other, and finally turn against each other? The moonlight shines mottledly on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, and the wind whispers on the branches. I wonder if Nongqin Soul also heard this confession of death?