Chapter 82 Chapter Sixteen

June 19, 2014, at 21:30. Lu Zhongyue walked into the bustling Qixianqiao Night Market with his travel bag on his back. The more he was in such a crowded place, the safer he felt, just like the sea is the best place to hide a drop of water. He fumbled for the cell phone in his trouser pocket, the dial key decided the life and death of the other two. Before going out, I prepared a few barrels of gasoline in the haunted house on Anxi Road, as well as a miniature detonating device - carefully designed in the past two months, only needing two mobile phones and some discarded circuit boards. Detonate, you can apply for a patent.This is the only major that Lu Zhongyue is good at, and it can be considered that the electronic engineering department was not in vain.

There is only one Shaxian snack in the whole block, red and yellow lights are on on the door, and the sound of boiling boilers can be heard. A few hair-washing guys who are off the night shift are eating steamed dumplings and noodles. He sat down and ordered some wanton noodles, lowered his eyes and looked around - someone came out of the kitchen, and there was a blue mark on the forehead of the tired boy. "Lu Jizong." The voice was not soft, the boy turned his head suspiciously, Lu Zhongyue deliberately raised his head so that the bruises on his forehead would be more conspicuous under the fluorescent lamp.

"It was you who called me?" "Yes, are you off work?" "Just got off work." Sitting in front of him, Lu Jizong was a lot taller than him, with a slightly immature face. Many people thought he was a high school student, "What's the matter, Auntie Xiaozhi?" "Actually, I'm not a lawyer." Lu Jizong was silent for a moment, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him.The other party's eyes were really weird, staring straight at him, as if trying to see a hole in his face. Of course, he would not ignore the bruises on the other party's forehead.

I remember my mother told him since he was a child: "Jizong, your father has the same birthmark on his face as you." Although Lu Jizong has never met his father, this face always appears and disappears in his mind, with this blue mark on his forehead, just like the poster of a Korean star pasted on the bedside, or like a grandparent mourning The black-frame portrait at the meeting. "You are--" Nineteen-year-old's lips were trembling, inexplicably thinking of monsters and machetes in DOTA. Lu Zhongyue nodded, smiled calmly, and lowered his face again: "Son, I am your father."

"Is this the first time we've met?" The boy's hand hidden under the table was tightly clenched into a fist, and a hoarse voice sounded next to his ear——Your father is a selfish beast, he doesn't want you to survive at all, you must remember your grandfather's words! These are the last words that my grandfather said into his ear when he was lying on the hospital bed in the fourth grade of primary school before he died. At this moment, the smell of various condiments wafted through the snack bar in Sha County. Lu Zhongyue stroked his son's hair: "Jizong, I watched you grow up."

"But I haven't seen you." Lu Zhongyue was lying, and Lu Jizong was also not telling the truth.His mother has always kept Lu Zhongyue's photo, and occasionally took it out in the middle of the night to look at it, but it disappeared after her son entered junior high school.She searched anxiously for a long time, but was actually stolen by Lu Jizong and burned.He looked at this photo of "Dad", curled into black ashes in the flames, as if pushing him into the cremator with his own hands, and felt an indescribable pleasure all over his body. "I'm sorry, I used to have a wife, and then I wandered the world."

"Because you are a wanted criminal who has killed many people." Fortunately, the child deliberately lowered his voice, Lu Zhongyue's expression changed: "Who told you?" "Auntie Xiaozhi." Hearing these four words, Lu Zhongyue subconsciously stuffed his hands back into his trouser pockets, wanting to press the dial button anytime. But he controlled his emotions and said with a smile: "Yes, he is my cousin, but she is a little paranoid and likes to talk nonsense." Afterwards, Lu Zhongyue ordered two cans of drinks, opened one and handed it to his son.The young man finished his drink in a few gulps, water dripped from the corner of his mouth and said, "What do you want to tell me?"

"I just want to meet you, chat with you, and then disappear." "Have you seen my mother all these years?" "I've seen it, she misses you very much." Lu Jizong didn't know that his mother had been killed by the man in front of him. "You know? I haven't had a father since I was a child. Everyone calls me a wild species. Every child likes to bully me, press me in a puddle and beat me hard. Every time I am beaten, my mother I didn’t even dare to ask for an explanation, just hugged my head and cried together, I was thinking—what kind of person is my father?”

The boy's eyes were like a dirt dog waiting to be slaughtered. "I'm sorry, but you have to know that there are many things in this world that we cannot change." Looking at the bruises on the middle-aged man's face, Lu Jizong remembered what Xiaozhi had said about him, leaned back in his chair and asked, "Where is Aunt Xiaozhi now? Why didn't she come with you?" "There are some things she can't come." "Oh, I still miss her a little bit." While talking, Lu Jizong turned on his cell phone with his hand hidden under the table, pretending to tidy up the hem of his clothes, but dialed the most familiar number.

Two seconds later, he heard Hikaru Utada's "FIRST LOVE" singing. This is the ringtone of Ouyang Xiaozhi's cell phone now. The ringtone came from Lu Zhongyue's travel bag, he opened the bag calmly, and the caller ID turned out to be Lu Jizong.But he pretended he didn't see anything, quickly turned off Xiaozhi's phone, and took out the battery.Si Wang's mobile phone was still in his bag, and the battery was also removed, so no one would be able to track him down. Lu Jizong stood up slowly, and said expressionlessly, "I want to show you something."

"Wait a minute, Jizong." He bit the boy's ear and said, "Can you call me Dad?" "I will! Come with me first." Lu Jizong led him into the kitchen, in the smoky steam and oily smoke, the young man leaned over and found something. "dad." This is the first time Lu Jizong uttered these two words. When he was five or six years old, he longed for this day to hold him on his father's shoulder and smell the sweaty smell in his hair and neck. "son!" Happiness came too suddenly, not to mention that the place where the father and son embraced was too strange, it was actually the kitchen of Shaxian snacks.He hugged him so tightly that he was almost on the cheek with his son. For the first time in so many years of ruthless escape, he couldn't help the heat in his eyes. Even if he died now, he would not regret it. Suddenly, Lu Zhongyue felt a sharp pain in his chest. Wanting to make a sound, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his neck was blocked until his face was flushed, and a hot liquid gushed out. Finally, the son let go of his father and stood panting by the kitchen stove. His clothes were stained with blood, and he held a sharp vegetable knife in his hand. Lu Jizong's mouth was also stained with blood, whether it was his father's or his own?The boy walked out of the kitchen slowly, the man in front of him clutched his chest and stumbled back.The customers in the store screamed, and the guys ran away in fright... The person Lu Jizong felt most sorry for was the owner of this Shaxian snack, and he probably had to close the store because of his recklessness? Three years ago, during the summer vacation just after graduating from junior high school, he hesitated repeatedly before mustering up the courage to send a bouquet of roses to Xiaomei, a netizen from the audition group next door, and bought them with the pocket money he had accumulated for half a year.Xiaomei accepted the rose generously, but she ran away with the handsome guy who was studying in the police academy. Before leaving, she left a sentence: "My boyfriend said that there is a wanted criminal who looks very similar to you. He probably is your father, right?" Lu Jizong swore secretly - if he meets his father in this life, he will kill him. I staggered out of Shaxian snacks and came to the bustling street. In the dark night, there was terrifying thunder rolling, but no drop of rain fell, only a few bats flapping their wings and dancing.The boy lowered his head in a trance, seeing that the sharp knife dripping blood in his hand turned into a machete in DOTA.He has traveled back to the time in the small southern town, and every knife he slashed in front of the screen of the Internet cafe was aimed at the man with the blue mark on his forehead. Big monster, you are finally here. In the imagination, his father, who had been hacked to death countless times by himself, was lying on the side of the street covered in blood. Among the countless onlookers in the night market, none of them dared to approach him to save him. Lu Zhongyue blinked, looking up at the night sky polluted by lights, and the dark clouds that were about to rain down.I really miss the stars above the wilderness of Nanming Road, and there is a boy named Shen Ming—nearly twenty years have passed, and he has never stopped guessing about death. When a sharp knife smashes his heart, what kind of pain and despair is it? There was no face of the nineteen-year-old son, only the faces of passers-by who were frightened, indifferent or joking. He really wanted to shout: I stabbed myself to death with a knife, not that kid, he is not a murderer! But a blood clot blocked the windpipe, and he could no longer speak a single word. "110 is here!" Someone in the crowd yelled, Lu Zhongyue's blood-stained hands went into his pants pocket, there is a mobile phone here, just press that hotkey... Too late to reincarnate? The last drop of blood was about to flow out, and in a trance, I saw the policeman's big cap, and he was leaning over to check if he was still alive. Well, there is still the last one, ding, point, er, of, strength, energy. dialed.