Chapter 10 Chapter 9 Dying

I said I needed to pee, and the driver pulled over and stopped the car. I put the bag on my back, walked to the front of the car, pissed hot on the reeds by the side of the road, and pulled out the knife. When I walked back, I turned the handle of the knife, and the light from the headlights hit the knife back, and immediately I heard the engine roaring.As soon as I gave way to the side of the road, the car rushed past me. The car turned around in the distance and drove towards Luntai again.The high beams flashed as they roared past me, the horn blared three times, and the windows rolled down, leaving a trail of insults in the wind.In fact, he should be very proud that he was not robbed by me, and instead received a sum of money.

I smiled, this place is not far from the roadkeeper's hut.I don't want him to drive to me. Remove the camouflage on your face and start walking the second part of today's desert night road. Tomorrow morning, Fan Sicong and Chen Ailing will definitely tell me that Zhong Yi has something urgent to go home.They must have prepared a lot of excuses to stabilize me and continue on this Silk Road. Zhong Yi felt enough danger from me, she thought she guessed that I was going to kill her, so she fled overnight, but now she understands that is not the case.Their new plan, I already know, it is not difficult to guess.

Saw the hut.There are people in front of the house. The man squatted at the door, with his head down, and there was light on his palm. I walked very lightly, he was very focused and never raised his head. I knocked off the buggy. "I remember there was bread in the car and I was hungry." Yuan Ye jumped up, saw it was me, put away his phone and ran over to get into the car. "Hello." I called him.He turned his head to look at me, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. "It's done?" "Yeah." After answering this, he simply smirked.

"Bread." I reminded him. "Oh, oh." He got into the back row, rummaged around, and came out with a bag of croissants. "Then teacher, are you here?" "How else can I come here? It's only been over half an hour, and I'm so hungry that I can't sleep. Why are you outside?" I took the bread and said. "Sending text messages, my phone is too bright, Xiao Fan answered a call and tossed and turned for a long time, just fell asleep, don't disturb him." "I see you won't be able to sleep tonight." Yuan Ye chuckled: "Speak for a while, I'll go to bed after talking for a while, and I'll be driving tomorrow."

"Are you happy?" I asked. "Happy, really happy, even happier than when we happened to be together. Now she is touched, and every sentence she says is beautiful. She said she wants to marry me." "Then I have done a good deed." I smiled, broke half of the bread and handed it over: "You can eat some too." "I'm hungry." He took the bread and took a big bite.At this time, the phone vibrated, obviously it was a new text message.He didn't care if I was next to him, and immediately turned it on, the fluorescent light illuminated his face, full of hopeless intoxication.

"Thinking about a happy life in the future?" He took a bite of the bread, and bowed his head to reply to the text message. I drew my knife and stabbed in.The knife pierced through the fourth and fifth ribs of his left chest, and went through the heart.He opened his mouth to cry out, but because the bread couldn't come out, he stared at me with wide eyes.With just one cut, all his thoughts were cut off, and all the expectations of a second ago disappeared. His man softened the moment he was hit by the knife.In order to prevent the blood from spurting out, I didn't plan to draw the knife for the time being, so I dragged him to a place six or seven meters away from the road and threw him in the sand.I knelt down and covered his mouth and nose.After a while, his whole body trembled a few times, and I waited for a while before letting go.Now he is dead, and he won't make a fuss about me killing Fan Sicong here, and him returning to the light and driving away with a knife in his car.

Look, I've killed again.Twelve years later. It's not difficult, as a brutal killer who has processed a person into many pieces.That's what the secular world calls it, and it's the same in my novels, and I'm not wrong. And, again, I wrote so many novels.Every novel is an exercise.For so many years, so many times, from heart to technique, I have been closer to death than I was then. I finally used it again tonight.Clean and neat. Zhong Yi and the others are not sure what their background is.Maybe it's the boring readers, a decent portion of my readership, genuinely believe that I've killed people.They may be fanatics among them, and specially designed a big scene to test the truth.Have they guessed the ending, have they thought about how dangerous it is to expose a killer's background?

Maybe they thought about it, but obviously not enough. To be close to death, one must have the awareness of death. As for Yuan Ye.He was not in the same group as the others, and when he saw me, he wasn't the slightest bit wary.It's a bit wronged, but there's no way, I can't just let him go, it will make other people's deaths meaningless, right?He is in the way. I smell the blood and feel the return of the real me. I threw my backpack on the car, wrapped two towels around my hands, took the metal rope, and pushed open the concealed door. The huts of the passers-by are uniform in appearance and internal layout, but the furnishings of each house are different.Different tables and different chairs are now reduced to puddles of shadows in the night.

I swim among the shadows, soundlessly. The bedroom door was open. I went in, walked to the bed, bent down and looked at Fan Sicong. The moonlight outside shone in through the half-drawn curtains and fell on his buttocks.My eyes have adjusted to the dim light in the room enough to make out what he looks like. He sleeps on his stomach, and people who feel uneasy will often choose to sleep on his stomach, with his chest against the bed, feeling at ease. His head was tilted to one side, his lips were slightly parted, and he was not snoring. I put my hand on his pillow, pressed down a little to make some space between his neck and the mattress, and then stretched the metal cable under his neck.His eyelids seemed to move, and he appeared to be in a light sleep.But it was too late, I grabbed the alloy cable with both hands and twisted it forcefully, and at the same time put my knees against his back and pressed the weight of my whole body.

He woke up naturally.There was a slight sound like fish spitting bubbles in his throat, he twisted his waist desperately, and kicked his legs desperately, but it was useless.He used his hands to grab the alloy rope around his neck, but the rope was thinner than ordinary ropes, and it was completely sunk into the skin after being strangled. He couldn't even grasp it firmly, let alone break it apart.He scratched his neck blindly for a while, knowing that it was impossible, and tried to push me away with his backhand, but he was held by my knees, unable to turn over, his gestures were not smooth, and he couldn't use his strength. Just slapped me a few times.

I counted in my head.One hundred and seven, one hundred and eight, his resistance weakened, two hundred and seventy-three, two hundred and seventy-four, basically still, three hundred and ninety-nine, four hundred, I think he is dead.I wanted to round up to a thousand, but then I got bored and let go at six hundred and thirty. From the beginning to the end, Fan Sicong failed to see who killed him.But I think the legendary moment before death, that is, when many people feel floating or see heaven, that is, when they are incontinent, they will definitely understand that they died at my hands. Not a lot of urine, but enough to wet the sheets, thank goodness the shit didn't come out. I got him out of bed and the sheets were washed in the backyard.I fetched a bucket of water from the deep well, found a bar of laundry soap, and rubbed off the sheets, wrung them out, and hung them up to dry.In the end, I pressed a hundred yuan on the table in the room. Zhong Yi had already paid the rent to the innkeeper who arranged the accommodation, so if I gave some extra, the owner probably wouldn't mind when he came back tomorrow.It is dry and windy in the desert, and the sheets will be dry by tomorrow afternoon, without delaying sleep. I packed all the luggage of the two dead people, threw them into the car, and dragged Fan Sicong's body out and threw it into the trunk. I went to Yuan Ye's body, dragged him more than a hundred meters deep into the desert, pulled out the knife, turned him over, and let the blood seep into the sand. He was still holding the phone tightly in his hand, I opened his fingers and took out the phone.There was an unread text message, and I clicked on it when I walked back. Don't fall asleep, wake up and talk to me! I threw the phone into the passenger seat, started the car, and drove to the cabin where Chen Ailing lived. It's been a busy evening. For so many years, I have been preparing for the day when my murderous past will be exposed, by a smart detective, or an idler who doesn't like me, or even a dead person who comes back to life (I mean her of course, I always wondered oddly whether she was still alive).Sometimes I look forward to the opening of this scene, especially when I wash a bunch of gloves with my own hands and hang them densely on the balcony, the wind blows one finger after another, making me feel hot and restless . No one can see that I have previewed it in the novel.And in the next novel, I was going to try to keep the murderer alive. For this reason, I always keep some tools in my bag to increase my reflexes. But life will never prepare you for time, nor will it come in the way you think. When I was thinking things through in the Santana car, I was really a little confused.But here it is, I have to make a decision. It wasn't a hard decision, and I quickly knew it was time to turn around.If someone knows that I have killed two people, then I only need to add one to the number of people who have killed, and subtract one from the insider.If more than one person knows, then I'll have to try adding and subtracting larger numbers.Kill the immobile and lack of vigilance first. As for Zhong Yi, I already have the means to deal with it, but that is after I successfully complete the first step.So far, it seems to be going well. I parked the car fifty meters away. The knife was stuck in the back of the waist, and the iron wire was in one hand and the alloy cable in the other.I didn't have a towel, it hurts my hands from strangling my neck like that, but the towel is too intrusive, and I'm not happy to wear gloves, which is strange because I don't feel the discomfort I used to have when I used to be barehanded. The wire went in through the keyhole, and I even enjoyed the process of fiddled with it slowly.The emotions stirred up by killing the two people in a row settled down and calmed down in this delicate work. My hand became more and more stable, and the wire touched the lock spring. I gradually seemed to be able to see the structure in it, and the world returned to my control. I suddenly understood something, or I finally admitted that the reason I wore gloves for so many years was not because of my obsession with cleanliness, but because I wanted to separate myself from my past self.Pretend I'm a good guy, pretend I'm a novelist, pretend I... never killed.When I take off the gloves calmly, it means that I start to face the real world, the real me. That one I'm back with.I am the murderer. I laughed silently. The lock is open. I give it a little push. "jingle!" The sudden sound made my heart constrict violently.This is not over yet, followed by another "dang lang lang".It seemed like the sound of a metal object falling to the ground, but... what kind of metal object could make such a thrilling loud noise when it fell to the ground? The door was pushed open at this moment.I saw that what fell on the ground was a bell! It is a warning device. If an outsider pushes the door and enters, the bell will fall to the ground to warn. I quickly jumped back a step, but in the blink of an eye, I figured it out, I have no way out! So I rushed in. The lights in the house have not been turned on, and the door of the inner room is actually open.I'm glad I reacted quickly, and if I slowed down for a few seconds, maybe Chen Ailing would have time to knock the door of the inner room. I rushed in and slipped. Near the entrance of the inner room, small beads were sprinkled all over the floor. I fell to the ground on my back, my back was about to fall apart, and I was so angry that I went crazy. Where did this old woman come up with so many tricks in her mind. Out of control.I had this thought. The fall was so hard that I couldn't get up all at once. I could only watch helplessly as Chen Ailing, who was wearing pajamas and pajamas, rushed towards me with a stick in one hand and a knife in the other. This old woman can be so fierce! It was a baseball bat that hit my head, and I blocked it with my hand.This thing requires both hands, and I can't use my strength with one hand. It hurts my arm, but it doesn't bother me.I tried to grab the stick with my other hand, but she chopped me down.Then the second knife, the third knife. I swept her feet vigorously, but she staggered and did not fall, and her hands eased.I pulled out the knife behind my waist with my backhand, and when she stood still and bent down to cut the fourth knife, I inserted it into her chest. She hung on the knife like this, and when I let go, she fell beside me. I didn't know if she was dead or not, so I rolled over and got away from her. I was stabbed twice in my left hand and once in my shoulder, and it started to hurt. I took a breath for a while, but there was no movement from Chen Ailing's side.I got up and turned on the light.When I turned around, I found that she sat up against the wall and stared at me. I bent down and picked up the baseball bat. "Remember to hold the baseball bat with both hands," I said, "There is also a knife to stab, not to chop." She was wheezing, looking like she was going to die at any moment. "You're harder to kill than those two guys." I said, gripping the bat, intending to give her a hit as long as she could stand up. After hearing this, the desire to eat me disappeared from her eyes. "Are they all dead?" she asked. "Well, it's in my car." "Clock... Zhongyi?" "In a few days, I can't run away." She twitched the corner of her mouth, her face twitched, she didn't know whether she was going to cry or laugh, maybe it was because her chest was too painful to breathe. "I don't blame me for this, I'm passive." I pulled up a chair and sat opposite her, three stab wounds were bleeding, but not serious, her technique was really bad enough. "Actually, I don't know what's going on. I'm working hard as a writer, and you come to expose my background, but you still don't know what my background is, right? You are going to die, tell me, otherwise, You died too inexplicably." Chen Ailing looked down at the knife on her chest, and then at me sitting opposite her with a bat.On the desert road at night, there may not be a car passing by in an hour.She thought it was time to understand her own fate. She began to struggle, trying to get up with her hands and feet, but honestly not too much.I sat on the chair and watched. She finally bent her legs and put her hands on the ground. Just when she was about to exert herself, she began to pant. The sound was not loud, but it was piercing, and then she coughed again. She stopped coughing, and slumped in the same place, but changed her hands and feet. "Smoking a cigarette." She said dying, "in the bag by the bed." I found it and threw it to her. She shivered and took out the cigarette and put it in her mouth.I watched her try to start the fire again and again, not trying to help. She finally lit. "You'll cough to death," I said. She inhaled it in one gulp, the butt of the cigarette glowed red for a long time, and then the smoke and cough came out together.The miraculous thing is that she only coughed a few times, and then she looked more energetic and her voice became louder. "Then teacher, can you promise me one thing?" I shook my head: "I won't let Zhong Yi go, otherwise, wouldn't you all die in vain?" "It's not that. It won't hinder you in any way, it just makes me die more willingly." "Oh, you should introduce yourself first." "I'm a psychologist, criminal psychology. Xiao Fan and Zhong Yi are my students." "What are you studying, the criminal possibility of a suspense writer?" "The study of criminal impulses and criminal situations. Anyone in a given situation can commit a crime." I lightly paused the cue: "You must have a deep understanding now." "It was first brought up by Zhong Yi, who said that you are complicated and the most sensitive person she has ever met with a criminal mentality. We all agree with this, although it didn't occur to us that you actually killed people. Really, no Thinking about it, even if we analyzed what kind of case would be if you killed someone, and wrote those novels, from the bottom of my heart, from the subconscious level, Zhong Yi, I, and Xiao Fan have never seriously thought about it. Murderers. So, we have very little plan for that." Having said that, she coughed, and there was blood foam at the corner of her mouth.I smiled at her. "The plan is that Zhong Yi will act as a psychiatrist and talk to you. With those novels in the computer, it is still possible to do this. The information collected in the conversation, whether it is your analysis of the case or your analysis of yourself , will be very helpful to our subject. In fact, the three of us are your readers, especially me and Zhong Yi. Of course, she is the most fanatical one. She said, with your personality, if you are fooled , then we will definitely not pursue it afterwards... Our discussion of the consequences of this matter is just like this." She spoke intermittently for a while, and she was beginning to look tired.After smoking more than half of the cigarette, I walked over to help her light a new one. "Zhong Yi, through my friends in the Xinjiang Public Security Bureau, checked the five-year unsolved case files and selected four cases that occurred during the five years of your amnesia. The types are all described in your novels. We judge that if you really If you have killed someone, then the type must be in the middle. If not, these murders that appear in the novel are also the ones you are most familiar with and can help us with our project. Zhong Yi imitated your style and wrote four novel fragments. Fan’s computer is good, he did all the things like hacking your computer. Then, we hit the road. It started very well, and Zhong Yi and you completed the first conversation on the first night. I just didn’t expect you to have sex , Xiao Fan was hit hard. In fact, every time you finished talking, no matter how late we would have an exchange, Xiao Fan became more and more targeted at you, saying that you must have killed someone." "He's right," I said. "Actually, after your second conversation, I also had some doubts. Your behavior was a little abnormal. And I suspect that Zhong Yi also concealed something. But anyway, you think there is an Avenger, which is okay. For sure. The incident in the village was originally not in our plan. It was advocated by Xiao Fan. He said that you are undoubtedly a murderer. We must end this journey as soon as possible, otherwise things will become dangerous. We do After the preliminary investigation, he walked all the way, he came to this village at that time, and he knew the legend of the haunted house, he said he would use this house to pretend to be a ghost, get your words out, and then call the police.” So my perturbation was successful.Fan Sicong's jealousy misled me, otherwise the situation would not have changed to this point. She also smoked her second cigarette, coughing for a long time this time, and I wanted to light another one for her, but she said no. "If you smoke any more, I'm afraid I'll cough to death before I finish speaking. Now that you know how it all happened, next, do me a favor." I was silent for a while, and then I said, "So, this time, an academic study?" Chen Ailing wanted to say something, but coughed again. "It's a little innocent, it should be said, it's meaningless. Well, you don't want to know who I killed back then, do you?" "That has nothing to do with me anymore. Over the years, no matter where I sleep, I always have to do things, bells, balls, knives and sticks by the pillow. This is because of childhood shadows. When I was nine years old, my parents were killed. The case has never been solved. I was the first to arrive at the scene, and I would see the scene every night when I close my eyes. I will study criminal psychology, just to find out why my parents died and who the murderer was. Who is it?" She said this in one breath, and she became a little more energetic. "Is that why you smoke every time you're at a crime scene?" "You found out. I heard you talk about how criminals kill people, what kind of psychology, and I feel that I am brought back to the real scene that is happening. Whenever I get into that mood, I smoke unconsciously. I have been thinking, if it is Have you already solved that case?" "I see." I glanced at the time, it was 3:13 in the morning. "Maybe you're stalling, but I'm giving you this chance. Usually characters who do this in novels are taught a lesson, but I've never had such a bad plot in my novels. And your injuries are fatal, irreversible .” Chen Ailing just looked at me. "I'll give you half an hour." I said, "You must have a list of suspects. I'll try to guess someone. Anyway, you will meet up with your parents soon. Then help me to ask if I guessed right. .” "They must have been reincarnated a long time ago." Chen Ailing murmured. Then she pulled herself together for the last half hour of her life. "It was the summer of 1969. On the afternoon of July 13, Cicada was very noisy. I didn't come home until nearly five o'clock after playing outside. I couldn't knock on the door. I waited for a quarter of an hour, went around the yard, and went up from the water pipe. Climbing. My house is on the second floor, so it’s easy to climb. The window was open, I climbed in, and my feet were on blood. I called Mom, she shouldn’t, I turned her over, but I couldn’t recognize her, her face was gone , the floor lamp fell to the side, and a lot of my mother's face was stained on the cast iron base. I cried and looked for my father. He was sitting on the sofa in the study with his head hanging down. His body was covered in blood, and the opposite wall was also covered in blood. Blood. I rushed to shake him and raised his head. His eyes were staring fiercely, and there was a deep knife wound on his neck. There was only this wound on his whole body, but there was no murder weapon. I backed away in fright, and took Turned over the tea on the coffee table, two cups of tea. I fell to the ground and passed out, and woke up again, it was dark. I started crying until the neighbor knocked on the door, and finally the door was knocked open, it was Uncle Li downstairs, he I called the police, and they wanted to take me away. I grabbed my dad's leg and refused to let go. The police came, an old policeman took two young ones, and I..." Chen Ailing stopped and took a breath.She always does this, on and off, without finishing a long sentence. "I……" She stopped again. For the third time, she still only uttered one word. "I……" When she was talking, her eyes kept looking straight. Later, her eyes lost focus and her pupils were dilated.Now she raised her eyeballs and looked at me.There was a lot in this glance, and then she slowly lowered her eyelids and finally closed them. I walked over and took a breath, and I was out of breath. She only took six minutes. I sit back in the chair. "There are two people," I said. "Your father recognized one of them, and the conversation was in the study instead of the living room, which means that the matter discussed was more secretive. Your father stared at his deathbed. Most of the visitors were familiar with him. He was extremely surprised by this knife. The murder weapon was not found. , Judging from your tone, it should not be your family's knife. Usually, no one would put a knife in the study, so it was brought by a visitor. Then this knife was not a temporary intention. There is only one knife cutting his throat all over his body, which shows that he is very stable. This kind of mentality and method means that the one who killed your mother is another person, relatively speaking, a rash and reckless guy. It may be a woman, a novice, and the murderer may be a superficial husband and wife relationship, so the husband and the master are in the study. Talking, the two women were chatting outside. Since it was premeditated, the task of this woman should be to keep your mother steady. But your father must have made a noise before he died, and your mother's reaction at that time made this woman feel anxious You picked up a lamp post and smashed her to death. You said that your house has a study room, which means that your house has at least three rooms: a study room, a living room and a bedroom. In addition, your house also has cast iron floor lamps. At that time, there were usually only three types of people in the country who had this Conditions, politicians, well-known people in the literary and art circles, or capitalists. I guess it is more likely to be a third party. 1969 was the fourth year of the Cultural Revolution, and there was chaos. For Taiwan, which still wanted to counterattack the mainland, it was an opportunity that must be closely watched. Your family background, and the circumstances of your parents being killed, my preliminary judgment is related to the spy war between the two sides of the strait. But, it can only stop here, after all, you only gave me six minutes." I got gauze from the medical kit in the car, bandaged the wound, and started cleaning the house.It's more troublesome than the previous building, because there is blood, mainly my blood.Fortunately, it didn't get on the bed, there were a few drops on the wall, which were wiped off with water.The blood on the ground was dragged back and forth several times.I threw Yuan Ye into the desert to bleed, because I didn't want the blood from the corpse to get in the suitcase.I originally wanted to get rid of Chen Ailing without seeing any blood, but with the current situation, and dragging her into the desert for bloodletting, the time is a bit tight.So I threw Fan Sicong into the backseat, used the old newspapers from the house to spread several layers in the suitcase, and wrapped some of Chen Ailing's clothes around her chest, and placed her in the suitcase with her legs bent. After finishing this, I went back to the house and packed Chen Ailing's belongings.When I lay down on the ground to see if there were any steel balls that had rolled into the corner and hadn't been picked up, the phone rang. Of course it was Chen Ailing's cell phone, and the caller was displayed as Zhong Yi. I took it. "Mr. Chen, I have arrived at Korla Airport. The earliest flight is still more than three hours away. I'm sorry to wake you up now, but he sent me a text message earlier. I replied two times and there was no reply. I called him again but the phone was turned off. I worry……" I sigh. There was a sudden silence. "Do you want to take the earliest flight to Urumqi, then fly to Kashgar, and go to Kashgar Khan Palace to find evidence of my murder more than ten years ago? According to the original plan, we will arrive in Kashgar in four days. You are so confident that before that Find the body and call the police to arrest me?" "Where's Teacher Chen?" "You're so nervous that your voice changes." "Where's Teacher Chen?" "She is with Fan Sicong and Yuan Ye." She was silent for a while, then suddenly screamed. "Hush...smart woman, be quiet, you are in a public place, fortunately there are not many people in the airport at this point." "I'll call the police immediately, call the police! You can't escape!" "I advise you not to. Calm down and let's talk again. You know me. Since I answered this call and dared to ask you not to call the police, there must be a reason why I can't refuse. If you don't listen, you will regret it." I heard someone next to her asking what was wrong with her. She was silent at first, and then said a few words, the specific words were unclear, and then she seemed to have walked to another place. "you say." "I've been preparing for this day over the years. Money, fake papers, new identities. While I'm having fun playing my role as a writer, if I have to, I'll instantly and perfectly turn into someone else. If you Call the police, and the current me will disappear. But as I said, I like my role now, and the police will cause me some trouble, so as revenge, I will come and kill you. Next month, or Next year, or ten years, I'm happy. You have to be on guard all the time, and there are always times when you can't be prepared, are you right?" "So now I have a solution that works for both of us. A game. You just fly to Kashgar to investigate, as originally planned, and you have four days. If you find the scene of the crime before then, If you find the dead body, go to the police. If I lose this game, I will hide in despair, and I will never come to trouble you again. You can live the rest of your life. If I arrive in Kashgar, you If you haven’t been found yet, then I’m going to kill you. If you kill you, the disappearance of the five people in our car will become a case without merit, and you’re still the biggest suspect. I can calmly change my new identity , I can even think of a way to retain my current identity. You see, we have our own reasons to win, and this game is established. Remember to abide by the rules of the game. First, don’t even think about notifying the police to guard in Kashgar Me, believe me, if you call the police, I must have a way to know in advance and escape; second, don't think about using methods such as leaving a book, so that someone will avenge you after you lose the game, remember that you have family. " "Well, what's that sound, are your teeth chattering? I'm so sorry, we've come to this point. Believe me, I don't want to. But when things come, we can only choose to face it bravely, right? .” "I accept." The other end of the phone said. "But I have too little information, which makes this game unfair. I am betting on my life, and you can withdraw at any time. You tell me the specific time." I laughed and felt the adrenaline rush. "July 18, 1999," I said. "The specific location, give me some hints." "Don't push yourself too hard, you only know the approximate time and place, so you went to Kashgar. But, who made me like you. Remember, where the paths fork. Hope you win, sincerely .”