White. When he pasted the plastic film on the bathroom wall, there was only one thought in his mind-this tile is so white? He seemed to notice the bathroom wall for the first time.He felt strange in this place where he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and relieved his hands every day.Of course, he has no reason not to feel strange, because those towels, dental kits and various shampoo and skin care products were all received in a cardboard box.The sink was empty, and even the mirror was covered with a layer of plastic film. Occasionally, he would raise his head to look at himself in the mirror, look at the sweat-soaked face under the translucence, and quickly turn his head away.

That's not me. The bathroom is only a few square meters, but it is not an easy task to completely cover such a narrow space.Fortunately the hardest part is done.He lowered his head and looked at the bathtub covered by two layers of plastic film—the drain pipe had been pulled out, a brand new drain pipe was inserted into the floor drain, and the same plastic film was pasted around the drain as a drainer, Also into the sewer pipe. Nothing goes wrong.he muttered to himself. Raising his head, he looked at the ceiling of the bathroom. Under the halo of the ceiling lamp, the aluminum-plastic panel was also dazzlingly white.He narrowed his eyes and swayed a bit.

Great psychological stress doubles the fatigue of the body.In the same way, this momentary feeling of powerlessness made him clearly feel that his determination had decreased by another point. No!don't want!He shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to turn his attention to another problem. Will that thing spray so high? After hesitating for a moment, he barely straightened his already sore waist, stood on tiptoes, and at the same time grabbed a piece of plastic film and stretched it towards the ceiling. After dozens of minutes, he stepped out of the bathtub, held the sink in his hand, and stood in front of the mirror panting slightly.

The whole bathroom is covered with plastic film, even the toilet is no exception.The clean walls of the past can no longer reflect light. At this moment, he is shrouded in a blurred and cold light, as if he is in a dream, which is very unreal. This is good.The sense of illusion will increase his courage, because what he is going to do next is something that he has never even thought about. After his breathing calmed down a bit, he began to take off all his clothes, and soon, he was naked except for a pair of plastic gloves on his hands. He rolled up his clothes and threw them into the cardboard box full of toiletries, then got up and walked to the living room.

The sofa was also covered with a layer of plastic film, on which was a naked woman whose hands and feet were bound by tape. The woman was motionless and appeared to be soundless. He tensed up, bent down, and lightly touched the woman's neck with his fingers.However, the fingers covered by a layer of plastic felt no obvious rhythm.He put his arm close to the woman's nose again, and finally felt a hot and humid breath. He was relieved and terrified at the same time, the gratification was that he needed this woman alive, because he had to complete everything in the plan; the fear was that he would have to complete the most difficult part.

He bent down and hugged the woman horizontally.This unconscious woman was much heavier than he had imagined, and he somehow thought of the word "dead sinking".At that moment, his mood suddenly fell to the bottom. It wasn't until this moment that he really realized what he was doing. The same thing.same night.He was trying to figure out how he felt and how he felt a year ago. Try it, what you hold in your arms is not a trembling human body, without temperature, blood vessels, bones or muscles, not anyone's daughter, wife or mother, but a toy that can be manipulated at will - a detachable toy.

Thinking of this, the lines at the corners of his mouth suddenly turned cold.Right now, that's it, that's right. He was exhausted after putting her in the tub.The unconscious woman regained consciousness slightly after being moved and slightly bumped.Instinctively, she clamped her legs subconsciously, and opened her eyes slightly. He didn't dare to look into the woman's eyes, turned around and picked up the toilet puller in the bathroom, then took apart a condom and put it on the handle. This is the part that must be done, and the part that he has never been able to do.Tonight, he has tried countless times, but without success, he can only use this method.

The woman has come to her senses and is looking at her surroundings in horror, while struggling desperately, trying to stand up.Reluctantly, his hands and feet were bound, and he could only curl himself up in a corner of the bathtub with all his strength.Especially when she saw him approaching her with the toilet puller, the woman was frightened and puzzled, she shook her head desperately, her eyes were already filled with tears, and an indistinct "whoop" sound came from her mouth sealed by tape . Holding the toilet puller, he knelt in front of the woman, feeling a little at a loss for a while, but the first thing he thought of was to comfort this terrified woman.

"I'm sorry..." He lowered his head halfway, as if he was comforting himself, "I won't make you too uncomfortable..." The woman couldn't understand these words at all, she tried her best to dodge backwards, the sound of "whoosh" in her mouth had turned into a short and deep scream, and at the same time she tried her best to kick and beat him forward, trying to prevent him from approaching. The woman's feet were slender and fair, with pale blue veins visible on the insteps, and the nails were stained purple. He closed his eyes and tried his best to calm down the sudden violent heartbeat, however, his temples were still throbbing, as if something was about to burst out of his brain.

Countless pictures are mixed together, all kinds of trembling and suffocating tastes.His brain was like an overloaded computer, and in the end there was only one command for him. Sorry. He opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed the woman's knee, and pulled it away. Sorry. After midnight, the temperature plummeted. In this northern city, late autumn means that the streets are full of dead leaves, the air is cold, mixed with the fragrance of decay and winter vegetables, and it also means that there are few people on the road, especially at this time. He sat stiffly in the driver's cab, staring ahead, his hands holding the steering wheel were completely knuckle.The daily golden song program, Chen Baiqiang's "I just like you" is playing on the car radio.

He needs the cramped cab to be filled with music, anything, as long as it temporarily fills his ears, otherwise he'll hear those black plastic bags in the trunk. The sound of skin being cut; the sound of blood gushing out; the sound of sawing bones and the last long moan of the woman from her throat. Grass near the urban garden.South Canal.The artificial lake in Beihu Park.The central green belt of Dongjiang Street.Trash bins at the intersection of Nanjing North Street and Sitong Bridge. After disposing of all the black plastic bags, it was already four o'clock in the morning.The temperature becomes lower.The city shows no signs of waking up. In a dark and secluded place, he parked the car, picked up the flashlight and checked the trunk again.Very good, there is no trace of blood or the like left, it seems that it still makes sense to wrap those plastic bags tightly.However, the smell is still lingering, even in the sub-zero temperature is still clearly discernible.He poked his head into the trunk, sniffing carefully.Suddenly, he retched, covered his mouth, staggered to the side of the road, and vomited while holding the telephone pole. He hadn't eaten almost all day, and all he vomited up was the remains of overnight food and gastric juices.However, until his stomach was empty, he still couldn't hold back the feeling that his throat kept rolling upwards.In the end, he squatted halfway under the telephone pole, with a long line of saliva hanging from his mouth, panting like a dog. After a long time, he barely stood up, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, staggered to the side of the car, closed the trunk, walked around to the cab, got in and started the car. It was the darkest hour before dawn, and he was driving all the way east.There is still no sign of whitening in the sky. From a distance, there is only a deeper black behind the dark buildings, like an overwhelming curtain, hiding a drama with an unknown ending. From a distance, he saw a small red light by the side of the road, shining in the boundless darkness.With a heartbeat, he reduced the speed of the car. Those were two dark brown wooden doors. Under the red light, the words "Huaihe Street Police Station" were clearly legible.Next to the door is a window that is still lit, the glass is covered with water vapor, and a figure looms in front of the table. He let go of the accelerator, and the car passed the gate of the police station almost at a speed of coasting. The policeman on duty at the Huaihe Street Police Station was watching the phone, dozing off on the table.He didn't know that there would be a murder that caused a sensation in the city tomorrow morning.He didn't even know that there was a black car driving past the gate at this moment, the driver stared at his figure silently, and said silently: "Catch me."