Chapter 8 chapter eight

The next day she disappeared again. Men are born and die.But her departure completely caught him again.He had to find her again, because she might be in danger, she might need him badly.He couldn't just let it go.And now he just has to wait. This time it was a long time.The days of waiting for men are even more difficult.Finally she sent a picture: this time the red shoes on top of a small pile of snow.The raw red and white colors hurt the eyes.She wrote again: I want to hold a photography exhibition, and it costs about 600,000.I hope you raise money to come to me. The man sits on the balcony smoking a cigarette, the photo rests on his lap.He looked at the red shoes, the red shoes were like a slender thread, pulled from a long time ago to the present, and continued like this.He still seemed to be able to make out the mottled blood on it.The leather was full of cracks, and the shoes, like him, were old.

But now the old man wants to raise 600,000 yuan, he needs to calculate, how many people must he kill.He started robbing the Assassin Company's business again, constantly blocking it from the middle, and taking over the business at a low price.This is how he did it exhaustingly, and every time, he was worried that he would miss.He thought there would be a rumble, and the head would fly out like a shattered vase.But he must remember that his girl is still waiting for him.She needed him now, a need he had always wanted, a need that would make him spin like a crazy spinning top at any moment.

He killed 5 people in a row.Every time it was so dangerous, his hands were shaking and his breathing was short of breath.Each time he felt like he was dying.But he ordered himself to do well, and she was waiting for him. At the fifth time, he was caught up by the people of the killer company——he has been hunted down, and the people of the killer company searched for him everywhere, and sent those young and strong killers.He got shot and ran away.It was the right leg that was injured.Now he's an aging, lame killer.In this way, he bumped and hid everywhere, but at the same time he had to look for places with snow in the photos.It should be a very high mountain, with snow that does not melt all year round.

He took the train and the long-distance bus, constantly bumping, and another autumn has come, but he still wears a light cotton shirt, and sometimes falls asleep in the car, covering his body with some old newspapers, and when he turns over Clicking sound.The poverty of life is like the filth under the old newspapers.He only has kraft paper pockets full of money, but it is still not enough for the girl.He should kill a few more people.But he couldn't wait any longer, he had to go to her.The killer has a sense of his own life, as if he is driving a white road, and he seems to have seen the end at this moment.He knew that maybe he should slow down when he saw the end, but he didn't, he was still rushing so urgently towards the end.

In addition to the money, there are those photos she gave him on him.Every time she sent him photos, he collected them, put them together, and carried them with him.He took it out and looked through it.They are all red shoes, and the red shoes are in countless places that can be guessed or simply cannot be known.He admired his perseverance, every time, he found her.Perhaps this came from the unspeakable pull that he would eventually be led to her again.Sometimes he really can't tell the meaning of the red shoes.He felt that he had a very deep trust in the red shoes.Every time a photo of the red shoes arrives, it seems to open a way for him.It's the way to go, actually.Because nothing can make him feel the great meaning of continuing life.

Time just grabbed his collar and brought him here.The girl is already 18 years old.He sat on the train, sat on the long-distance bus, and on the way to find her, he reviewed the 8 years he spent with her.They lived together for 8 years, and he was still nothing to her.How much he longed that he could leave a mark in her life, but he still couldn't do it after exhausting all his strength.Even if he wants to die, she can't give it to him. But for his little fairy, his goddess, how could he complain? He soon arrived at the foot of the snow-covered mountain.It should be here.Girls should be here.He seemed to have smelled the smell that belonged to her, a kind of fragrance that made people fall into a coma for no reason and turn excited.He searched for every house built at the foot of the mountain and on the mountainside.Until he finally came to the top of the mountain.During this long walk, it was very difficult for him to walk because of his leg disease.When he saw the girl, he was in such a mess.She was blooming like the brightest flower, but he was as feeble as an old man.He looked at her and felt that she was so bright that it burned his eyes.

The girl built a small garden with a low fence, and the snow was piled up in clusters.Like white graves.The girl poured various colors on the white snowdrifts, and those snowdrifts were like colored tops, red and white, green and white.So pretty.She filled the snowdrift with white bones again—bones of unknown animals, large and small, hard spines and soft ribs.It must have been wiped carefully, so white, like pieces of chastity archways.The girl has indeed inherited her mother's artistic temperament, and she also has a deep fascination with rich colors.She also used chicken blood to write and draw on the pure white snow.On the ground lay chickens with their necks wrung out, their desperate paws sunk in the snow.Now the girl was making a snowman, and she stuffed the dead chickens and other dead sparrows into the snowman's stomach.The snowman looks unusually plump, like a revered Buddha.The girl, on the other hand, was wearing a thick pink sweater coat with a hat attached and a pale blue scarf tucked around her neck.Jeans, red high boots.He also wore a pair of fluffy lime-yellow gloves.Her camera is on her back, it is a black box that does not know how many horrible scenes have been installed.She looks pure and beautiful, like an inexperienced female middle school student, playing the game she is obsessed with childishly and persistently.

He stared at her, as always, or never the same, watching her enjoy herself in her new creation.He should be satisfied, as long as he can see her, it is enough, this is the most abundant food, water and all the necessities of life for him.He was moved every time he saw her again.He was outside the fence and they were not far apart.He heard the strong wind blowing around the mountains.He actually heard other sounds, for example, the sound of hurried footsteps coming from down the hill, but he ignored them, it didn't matter to him.He suddenly wanted to bring up the past. He wanted to ask her if she remembered that he took her from the kindergarten and climbed over the wall with her on his back. She thought she was flying and laughed so happily.

He wanted to ask her if she remembered that he took her on the long-distance train, and he bought her cherries, marshmallows, and windmills. She lived on his back all the time, and that was the most comfortable home she had ever had. He wanted to ask her if she remembered the home in the small town where they lived for three years, the red cottage he furnished her and the many red shoes he bought.Does she still remember that he cooks for her at home like a father and a housewife, and he puts so much effort into making her favorite white fish soup. He wanted to ask her if she remembered that he took her to school by motorbike, they passed by the seaside road, the wind was so refreshing, she put her hand on his waist, did that count as a kind of dependence, did it count?

He wanted to ask her if she remembered every time he looked for her since she was 15 years old, he was exhausted and killed someone, got the money, found her, brought her home, would she remember every time she saw him, he There were spots of blood all over his body, and his mental strength was exhausted to the extreme. ... But time seems to be running out.He sensed something imminent.He has no time to dwell on those past events.So he just put his body against the fence and said to the girl: I don't have enough money, I'll try to find a solution, but I just came to see you first.

The girl turned to look at him.She saw that he was limping. His face and body were cut by branches, and some of the wounds were still dripping with pus.She looked at him carefully, because she felt that he had more and more potential as her model, like those wounded animals, with a defect that violated beauty and warmth.So she smiled at him: Is it beautiful here? Do you like it? The man was very grateful for the girl's smile, and he nodded: There is so thick snow here, it is very beautiful. The man fumbled for the money and handed it up.The girl walked up to him.He felt very happy, the girl got closer and closer, like a small animal returning to its nest, walking towards him obediently step by step.Even though he only wore single clothes in the heavy snow, he still felt warm.He smiled the most reverently at his cute and beautiful little animals. Then they all heard gunshots.bang bang bang. Gunshots came from behind the man.boom.boom.boom.The man knows it's his hunter, and usually killers are overwhelmed, so they don't just shoot him.It was three shots that flew into his body suddenly, the combination of flesh and metal, which he used to inflict on others.He can finally feel it all.He still held the money in his hand, but fell down with his face up. The world turned upside down in his eyes, blood gurgled out, mixed in the snow, and had a bright color like some kind of dessert that could stimulate people's appetite.He felt the temperature of his own blood.So warm.They are not cold at all.Why do you say killers are cold-blooded, they are not cold at all.He pressed one of his own hands to the wound, enjoying the heat of the blood.He finally got the warmth, the warmth he gave himself.His eyes are still closed, and he can see the world hanging upside down.He saw the blood on the hair on his forehead, the blood was dancing like lingering flying insects, and the large pieces were connected together one after another, as if he saw countless red shoes.He saw the girls' red shoes all over the room, moving about like a terrifying army.Yes, the girl seems to be splitting infinitely, one becomes two, two becomes four, she is filling the whole world with amazing power. A total of three young killers came.A leader in the middle came over and took the kraft paper bag full of money from the man's half-held hand. Hello, that money is mine.The girl cried out.All three turned to look at the girl.They saw a beautiful young girl surrounded by dismembered animals, chickens with their necks broken, and sparrows with their internal organs cleaned.There are also words written in chicken blood, and snowdrifts filled with bones.She also holds a huge shovel in her hand, with the animal's blood slowly clotted on it.Because of the cold, her face turned red, like a cluster of small flames that were getting stronger. She seems to have unending enthusiasm and strength.Now she came up to them and asked them for money, as if she hadn't seen the shooting just happened.She is so calm and composed. The killer leader smiled slightly: "Beautiful lady, you may be able to make a career with us, I bet you will do better than us men.I wonder if you would like to go with us? The girl tilted her head, thought seriously for a moment, and said: That would be interesting, right? The killer leader smiled: Of course, it's very exciting. Ok.the girl said. So they will go together.Suddenly the girl said, you wait. She walked up to the man lying on the ground.She took off the man's thin cotton shirt, and the trousers also retreated.The crippled man with the ragged beard and three muzzles on his naked body, blood was pooling from every direction.She watched, smiled, and thought he was an excellent model. She removes the camera from her body.click.This is the first photo of a man in his life.He was finally printed in her negatives as a specimen character.This was the last thing he could give her, his body. Let's go.The girl said contentedly.She lifted her foot and stepped over the man very naturally.The man's eyes that are still open can only see her red shoes.The red shoe stepped over him.Just as he always remembered, the way she stepped over her mother the first time he saw her. He was lying at her feet, like a faint stream that was so small that it was not worth mentioning.She crossed, left, and drifted away. 5 March 2004 at 23:39 at Normanton Park 19th floor apartment