Chapter 3 Chapter 2 A pre-publicized murder

Falling in love, as long as you don’t get it, you will never reach the bottom line, even if you tell yourself and each other time and time again: mutual pleasure is the bottom line. However, everyone has a heart that is always looking forward to Shu, and selfishness is an indisputable fact of every love, and no one can get away with it—love, pleasure, lies, hatred... Luo Mei - a beautiful little nurse, it is said that she came to the clinic only to relieve the psychological pressure, because the love of the person she loves already belongs to her, and she also knows that she is just an embellishment of his feelings, but she still cannot control her physical and mental state. Every time he went on a date with her, he would have a heart attack, which made her terrified: her love would ruin his life.Becker never asked the man's name and occupation. Even if Luo Mei came to dump mental garbage, it must have been covered up. The dumping of so-called privacy has always been superficial. As long as she is at ease, the counseling effect of a psychologist will work It has been completed, why bother to expose the scars of others?

However, Luo Mei's photo appeared in Jiang Zhong's briefcase, and many suspicions slowly spread in Bei Ke's heart, but he kept silent, and when Jiang Zhong came over in his bathrobe, he used it with eyes slightly annoyed. He pressed against Jiang Zhong's face. Jiang Zhong took the photo and said with a smile, "Isn't it beautiful?" Bei Ke turned around angrily, and heard Jiang Zhong say slowly behind him: "I can't stand such a beautiful woman. The words of a beautiful woman are really accurate. Her lover died of a heart attack on her bed. You know, he is A strong man with no history of heart disease."

"What?!" Becker snatched back the photo: "Could it be that she really cursed her?" Jiang Zhonglan came over: "His wife went to the bureau to make trouble several times, and she insisted that there was something wrong with it, while Luo Mei insisted that he suddenly died while the two were lingering. Can't find a flaw..." Bei Ke turned his head, avoiding Jiang Zhong's trying to linger on his lips: "Will you take me to see Luo Meimei? I'm sure what his wife said." "why?" "Women's first instinct is often better than rational analysis."

Lome, curled up on the sofa, with pale cheeks and tears still on her face, looked at Bei Ke stupidly: "I'm confessing, I'm asking you to confide, has it become a spell to kill him?" Bei Ke laughed, kept looking at her with a smile, and Luo Mei's eyes were in a daze: "Actually, I don't care if he really loves me or whether he will divorce and marry me. As long as I can be with him, I will be satisfied." Becker was still smiling. "Don't you believe it?" Becker looked into her eyes: "So, do you believe it yourself?" Lome tried to stretch out the curled up sitting position, but never wanted to curl up any further.

"Do you know? When people are determined to do secret crimes, their hearts are always panicked, they will confess in their dreams, and they can't help but make up a lie to comfort themselves. This is like a cowardly person who is forced to kill someone. I kept repeating myself: the knife ran into that person's body involuntarily, and killing him was not my subjective intention. Because he needs to be forgiven by his own conscience..." Lome opened her eyes wide in horror: "What do you know?" "I'm a psychiatrist, and I know every patient's psychological disease. Although you don't need to say it, I know it."

Luo Mei's curled up body slowly relaxed: "Even if I don't say it, my conscience can't be redeemed in this life. I don't want to be like this, but in the end, I can't control myself anymore. He destroyed me first." That spring was so beautiful, in the wide courtyard of the hospital, there were phoenix flowers blooming everywhere, like small water-red umbrellas floating around. At that time, Xie Hongyuan ran over with scattered phoenix flowers on his shoulders and said to me: "Nurse , don’t tell my wife the diagnosis, okay? She’s going to break down.” I have read the information about Xie Hongyuan and his wife in the medical records. They have been married for five years and have not conceived. The result of the diagnosis is that Xie Hongyuan’s wife has a deformed uterus and there is no possibility of conception. I agreed to him, and he shook my hand very gratefully. hand, turned and ran away, because the wife was anxiously waiting for the result in the car.

I was very moved. The department has treated many infertile couples. Usually, once the results come out, the one with no physical condition will have resentment in their eyes. A man like Xie Hongyuan is rare. I have warm admiration in my eyes. , seeing Xie Hongyuan running in the yard full of ferntail flowers, but he turned around suddenly at the corner of the corridor eaves, waved at me, with a very childish expression, as if an agreed hiding place for hide-and-seek, knowing each other but not tell someone. I turned around and ran away, my face was a little red, this was the first time I lost my mind for a man and was peeped by the person involved.

Xie Hongyuan, who was wearing phoenix flowers on his shoulders, was slowly faded out of memory. But Xie Hongyuan came again, the second time I saw him, he was asking the chief physician whether it is possible to make his wife pregnant, anyone with a little knowledge of medicine knows that this is impossible, when he turned around with a gray face, and I , happened to meet him head-on, he froze for a moment, then smiled, a little embarrassed and helpless. On the way home from get off work that day, I heard a soft and deep hi. Xie Hongyuan, who was lying on the car window, looked at me with a smile: "As a thank you for cooperating with my lie last time, can I buy you coffee?"

I don't have the courage to refuse, even though, I know, this trip may have an unpredictable ending. We are like old friends who have known each other for a long time, familiarly talking about our previous lives, and when we praised Xie Hongyuan for his kindness to his wife, a trace of admiration and envy could not be hidden from my eyes, caught by Xie Hongyuan, he was so crooked He looked at me and stopped talking. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "It's nice to know you." From this sentence, I know that Xie Hongyuan's happiness, perhaps, is just an illusion for others to see.

At least, at that moment, I hope that everything I imagined is true, because for this man, my heart has a desire, ambiguous like love, like that innocent little monkey who is willing to believe that the crocodile will carry him It went to the banana grove on the other side. I fell in love with Xie Hongyuan, and on a lonely night, I used my loneliness as an excuse to allow him to take away my lonely and crying body. Then, on the not-so-large bed, with my beautiful naked body, I curled up in his arms and looked up into his eyes, wanting a promise, even if this promise may not come true, but I need it to soothe my bewildered heart .

Facing my gaze, Xie Hongyuan smiled, then bent his lips, and kissed every inch of my skin. When the flame of desire burned on his skin again, Xie Hongyuan said: "Lomey, I will treat you well, forever, forever. Let you be wronged, I will love you and love you, just like pampering my own skin." I know, this is no different from not saying anything, I cried, and he couldn't hear the desperate cry in my heart about the hopeless and unattainable love. Xie Hongyuan's gifts gradually filled every corner of the room, but my heart was empty, as empty as a valley that hums when the wind blows. I said, "Xie Hongyuan, how long do you want me to wait for you?" Every time, Xie Hongyuan answered with silence, and the next time he came back, the gift was even heavier. I threw the gift out of the window: "I don't care for anything that money can buy." He knew what I wanted, but he couldn't give it to me. Like all men, Xie Hongyuan is vain. His brilliant career and dignity are all due to taking over the family business of his only daughter wife.His kindness to his wife is just a hypocritical and perfunctory man's last resort to achieve his goal. I will always be just a green leaf embellishing his false and prosperous married life, and I feel unwilling. Countless times, I made a gesture: "One day, I will have a showdown with her." Xie Hongyuan listened, first he laughed, and then made a mischievous fear: "I'm afraid, baby, don't scare me." I think Xie Hongyuan is really afraid that the so-called maturity of a person is just a process in which temperament finally learns to yield to reason.Although he can make many childlike expressions, his mind is ripe like the fruit of late autumn.If I don't break the boat, I will never get Xie Hongyuan's love. I need a way, quietly, to let her see the rift in love.If I were a knife, I would stick it in her warmest and softest pain. Her mobile phone is only one number away from Xie Hongyuan's. It is Xie Hongyuan's way of expressing intimacy and sweetness, the couple number. When Xie Hongyuan leaves my bed, I will, looking at Gao Tianlangyue, with light thumbs, tap my love: Hong Yuan, please drive for my hobby, I love you. Hong Yuan, I am sniffing the breath you left behind, they fascinate me so much, just like you are obsessed with my soft body like an angel. They were all sent to the wrong owner in my calm and calm, and then I lay on the bed, waiting, waiting for the stormy feedback. However, my mobile phone, it lay peacefully on my bed, quietly, filled my heart with loneliness and disappointment. The desire to get Xie Hongyuan made my fingers keep sending wrong messages. When he came, I tried to see the burn on his face, and even looked at every inch of his skin. They were so intact and smooth that it was frustrating. For the last time, I typed word by word: Xie Hongyuan, you said that you married her because she pestered and threatened you. In that marriage without love, your heart is as gray as death. You said you would treat me well. For the rest of my life, don't let me shed a single tear for you because of disappointment... After pressing send, the phone was held in my hand, and I stared at the silence on the screen. This was the last time I sent wrong messages, and they would all reach Mrs. Xie Hongyuan's phone accurately, breaking the so-called tolerance and calm she tried to maintain with silence. The cuckoo's cry, it rang again and again, the SMS ringtone, it kept ringing, after a dozen times, it finally returned to the silence, looking at the dozen or so unread messages, I smiled coldly, pressed my thumb, Start with the first one. There was no angry questioning, what I received was an agreement, the agreement between Xie Hongyuan and her, about me.It turned out that she had already known about Xie Hongyuan's personal relationship with me, but because of Xie Hongyuan's sincere attitude of repentance, she allowed Xie Hongyuan to continue to get along with me until I became pregnant and had a child, because Xie Hongyuan confessed his relationship with me because he wanted to It's crazy to have a baby. The last one is: I don't care whether Xie Hongyuan stays or stays. I'm afraid it's him who refuses.Why do text messages get sent wrong frequently?Does love really make the mind faint?Do you have to force others to strip away your self-esteem before you are willing to be reconciled? If, I have not experienced the feeling of nausea, I have experienced it that day, and I wish I could dig out that tainted heart and throw it away. I didn't ask Xie Hongyuan, and he didn't ask, as if he didn't realize what happened, but when I was lingering, I kept my eyes open and looked at him with horror, and he always closed my eyelashes with his hands: " Baby, what are you looking at?" I chuckled, "I wonder if having sex is like acting." The light in his eyes dimmed, and there was no way to hide it. He wouldn't know that when he was so warm and lingering on my beautiful body, fragments flew through my eyes one by one, he died, died in an ugly way. Various ways of death, like the flowers falling in the late spring when I first saw him, flew over my heart. I was terrified by the various death scenes I designed. I started to see a psychiatrist. The thought, but, I fell into the swamp, I can't get out. I finally stopped frantically looking for a psychiatrist to talk to, because no matter how I told him, I still couldn't stop the idea of ​​revenge on him. Who let him dirty my love in the name of love? There is a new anesthetic injection in the hospital, which is colorless and odorless, and can be taken orally. However, if the oral dose is too much, it will cause palpitation and shortness of breath. If the dose is large enough, it will cause sudden cardiac death. When I was taking the anesthetic, I held them and smiled. He opened a dripping wound on my heart. So, what a perfect symptom it was that I let him have a heart attack. The first time he drank coffee mixed with narcotics, he said, holding his flustered heart and saying, "Baby, look, I love you so much that I feel flustered when I'm with you." I said yes?Feeling the pulse for him, but my heart is sneering. The second time I administered a little too much medicine, I washed the cup and sent him to the hospital. The doctor told him to pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and prescribed some medicine to nourish the heart muscle.After going out, he threw the medicine into the trash can: "What kind of medicine do you take, you've stayed up too late, just stay up less in the future." I looked at him, but he couldn't see the panic hidden in my eyes. In fact, as long as he questioned, there would be no future, but this man named Xie Hongyuan was too conceited. He was so conceited that he never doubted my love His love is self-reliant and he thinks that it is only right and proper to be loved by women all over the world. Then, I called his wife: "He seems to be suffering from a heart attack, please take care of him more in the future." She didn't say anything except thank you, her tone was very cold, just as warm as my heart. Later, Xie Hongyuan had a heart attack for the second time and the third time. He started to be afraid. There were heart disease medicines in his briefcase and bedside cabinet. Death lays the foreshadowing without revealing traces.I did it. For the last time, I poured all the remaining injections into the coffee, watched him drink it, washed the cup, went to bed, and lingered. During the process, my eyes were wide open, watching the cold sweat rolling down his forehead, looking at his lips It started to turn purple, seeing him looking straight at me, opening and closing his mouth with difficulty: "Luome, save me..." I smiled and stroked his body, and told him: "Honey, I'm pregnant, really, your plan with your wife has come true, and I got the result I wanted." He looked at me in horror, but said no Out of words, but, I finally cried.In his eyes, I saw repentance, the repentance and hopelessness of a dying person, but it was too late, and I couldn't save him. I dialed 120. They took his body, the body of my love. Beck said: "I didn't want to cry, but I still shed tears." Luo Mei glanced at Jiang Zhong: "We've met before, you are a policeman, take me away. Jiang Zhong looked at Bei Ke, and Bei Ke turned to look at the window: Actually, you can say nothing, you lost to Psychological tactics." Luo Mei smiled sadly: "I lost to love, finally, I can relax, finally, I can let go of all the hatred in my heart, thank you." Luo Mei, who followed Jiang Zhong, was like a thin grass, walking briskly on the autumn street. That scene made Bei Ke's heart depressed for a long time. One day a month later, in order to make Bei Ke happy, Jiang Zhong said with a smile on his face: "Because she is pregnant, Luo Mei was only sentenced to death with a reprieve." Bei Ke sighed faintly: "For a person who is not good at thinking, it is a blessing to have a reprieve, but for a person who is as dead as ashes, what joy can there be in life?" After talking, I felt that a psychiatrist is actually a profession with a desolate mood, which is easy to make people feel sad. Heartbroken." While I was feeling lost in my heart, the phone rang, and a deep and hoarse female voice said, "Doctor, I am desperate for life." But what can make a woman think of death, besides love?Bei Ke looked helplessly at Jiang Zhong. The woman paused for a while and said, "Forget it, I suddenly don't want to talk about it, do you want to know my name and where I live?" Bei Ke smiled wryly and shook his head in the middle of the river. He was about to take up the cable, but the other end said, "I'll go to the clinic to see you some other day, okay?" She did come. Half a month later, Beck saw a news in the newspaper that a woman was killed when she was crossing a railway crossing. Although the face in the news photo was not very clear, Beck still recognized her from the fragments. And I clearly remember that on the third day after the phone call, she came to knock on the door of the clinic against the pattering autumn rain. On the snow-white linen trousers, there were spots of splashed rain marks, just like her face covered with smoke. The tiredness of the content can be seen at a glance...