"You really didn't buy the murder?" the two policemen sat in chairs in the back, one looking down at the record, and the other asked Zhuang Zhaoyang.

Until now, Zhuang Zhaoyang still has some feelings of disbelief. He had just returned home and was thinking about how to get his daughter to flee with him when he noticed a message playing on the TV screen. A murder occurred in a motel, and a man and a woman staying at the hotel were mysteriously killed. The man is in his sixties, with a full head of white hair, and the woman is in her thirties and forties. As soon as the photo was released, he recognized her wife's face.

"I wouldn't have done anything like that. Even if I wanted to, I would have to have time to get in touch with some gangsters. I'm on the road almost every day, where do I have any other free time?" Zhuang Zhaoyang explained.

When he learned that his wife and her beautiful boy had been killed, Zhuang Zhaoyang finally felt a little relieved. Both of them have life insurance for themselves, and once they die, then this insurance compensation will be enough to cover the embezzlement of public funds by the two, and he himself will not have to die in the world.

For the past four or five days, he could feel a sharp sword hanging above his head. It was suspended in mid-air by a thin rope. The rope could easily break, and the sword would fall down the center of his head, splitting him into countless pieces.

Now the sharp sword is gone. Zhuang Zhaoyang was finally able to breathe a long sigh of relief. He looked at the picture of his wife. In a pity, he can still see a little bit of beauty. A trace of sadness came from the bottom of his heart, but he was quickly suppressed by him. Maybe death is her best destination.

The police have sternly asked him several times whether he bought a murder, and each time he was vetoed by Zhuang Zhaoyang. He remembered the homeless man in the back seat. He remembered that he had said that his wife and his wife were wandering. Since learning the news, Zhuang Zhaoyang began to suspect the homeless. He was suspicious that the homeless man was pretending to be stupid. The homeless man is not stupid at all, and he seems to have a chivalrous demeanor.

Although Zhuang Zhaoyang wanted to hide the existence of the homeless man, the police pressed forward step by step, and did not let go of any detail. He knew that he couldn't prevaricate, so he had to tell the story of someone hitchhiking on a rainy night.

"I saw that he was alone, very pitiful, so I gave him a ride. Zhuang Zhaoyang said.

"Where is he going?" the policeman asked.

"He didn't know where he was going. So I think he's a bum. ”

The police asked him to describe the person's appearance in detail, and Zhuang Zhaoyang did so. The two policemen listened to him and remained silent. After a long time, he said, "We know this man." Which string in his head was indeed wrong. He was supposed to be a mentally ill person locked up in an insane asylum. ”

"Do the homeless have a criminal record?"

"The first time he killed someone, he slaughtered his parents. Later, he killed several high-ranking officials and some famous entrepreneurs, and was a well-known murderer at large. ”

"I'll just say I didn't buy a murderer!" Zhuang Zhaoyang said confidently.

The policeman snorted coldly and said, "You're in luck." Did he make any other strange moves?"

Even if there is, Zhuang Zhaoyang doesn't plan to say it. He remembered that the homeless man had taken the keys to his house. He couldn't figure out what he wanted for that set of keys, which was strange. "No more. Zhuang Zhaoyang said calmly.

"If he comes back to you, please reach out to us. The police officer said. There was something routine about his tone.

"Definitely. Zhuang Zhaoyang said categorically, but the police and him both understood that even if Xiong Chou contacted him, he would not tell the police station.

When Zhuang Zhaoyang left the police station, the two policemen began to discuss.

"How did those two people die?"

"I heard from the people who went to the exploration site that it was a bird pecked to death. ”

"Birds pecked at it again? It seems that we will be a little farther away from those sparrows and other things in the future. ”

"We haven't done anything bad, afraid of a ball?"

"Is it still the psychologically twisted psychopathic who did it?"

"Who else could it be, not him?" found a feather inside the inn. The woman's two eyeballs were gone, only the blood-red two holes. She also had a hole pecked out of her neck, visibly injuring her carotid artery. The man's face was covered with flesh and blood, and a hole in his neck was pecked. After looking at the bodies of the two men, the medical examiner said that the wound on the neck was fatal. The woman was pitiful enough, after her eyeballs were pecked out, she was tortured for a long time before the carotid artery was pecked to death. ”

"We're only responsible for documenting the case and questioning witnesses, not arresting people, right?"

"I have my own criminal police to arrest him. ”

"That's good, that's good. ”

……

As soon as Zhuang Zhaoyang returned home, his daughter jumped and ran over. She was holding the toy gun her father had bought for him, and her little tender hand was always next to the trigger. Zhuang Zhaoyang was worried that she had gone wrong, so he temporarily took the gun from her hand.

"Dad, Dad, there's an uncle at home. The daughter said in a crisp voice.

Zhuang Zhaoyang was shocked, looked inside and outside the house, and did not see strangers. "Xiaobao, you read it wrong, there is no one. ”

Xiaobao looked back suspiciously. She walked to the parlor and looked, and there was no one. She pointed to a chair with her little finger and said, "That uncle was sitting there just now, why is it that he disappeared after a while." ”

"What does he look like? ”

"He had a big beard and a big yellow backpack. ”

Zhuang Zhaoyang stuffed the toy gun back into his daughter's hand and began to check what was missing in the house. Most of the things were left untouched, except for the dresser at the head of the bed, with an extra bunch of keys and a postcard. The keys were lost that rainy night and have now been returned by the homeless.

He picked up the postcard and looked at it. On the blood-red background on the front, there are four big characters written on the dragon flying and phoenix dancing: jealousy and hatred. Underneath is a row of letters that look like the address of a website. On the reverse side is a blank piece with a line handwritten with a pen: Thank you for the ride.

Zhuang Zhaoyang turned on the computer and entered the line of words like a web address, and what he opened was indeed a website, and the four big characters of jealousy and hatred occupied the most eye-catching position, and the big characters were surrounded by drops of blood. In the organizer in the lower right corner, he saw the word Xiong Chou. However, there are no photos in the entire website, which seems to be due to secrecy.

In the to-do list, Zhuang Zhaoyang also saw his name. The record is as follows:

Client: Zhuang Zhaoyang. Target: Zhuang Hong and her lover. Reward: A ride. Reason: Debt.

……

A miserable rainy night is the perfect time to kill. Xiong Chou held a small umbrella of paradise and strolled on the road in the rain. The umbrella was too small to cover his entire body, and he was drenched from the knee down. He didn't notice it, and walked along the road like a leisurely walk. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder. There was a black bird with pitch-black feathers and red eyes. It is not recognizable what kind of bird it is, and some resemble species such as crows or sparrows.

The umbrella is just above the bird, very close. No rain can wet its feathers. It turned out that Xiong Chou didn't care whether he was caught in the rain or not, and the reason why he wanted to use an umbrella was entirely for the birds on his shoulders.

The birds sometimes comb their feathers, and sometimes look left and right.

"Are you hungry? I'm going to find you something to eat. At this time, Xiong Chou's eyes were very bright, how could he look a little confused?

The bird chirped crisply, and fell asleep on his shoulder.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, the janitor of a motel was sleeping on the counter. Xiong Chou took the umbrella. He looked up at the sign above. He Jia Motel is exactly the place that the truck driver once mentioned.

The bird on his shoulder had disappeared and did not know where it had flown to.

The doorman was sleeping soundly, perhaps dreaming of something delicious, and drooling from the corners of his mouth.

Xiong Chou didn't alarm him, and walked in with a pacing step.

As soon as I went up the stairs to the second floor, I heard the sound of "oh oh ahhh Someone is running errands nearby, and I think it's Xiong Chou's target tonight.

When he opened the room where the voice came from, he saw an old man and a young body entangled in it.

Xiong Chou quietly put the yellow backpack in the corner behind the door, and then gently closed the door.

When I got downstairs, the doorman was still asleep. Xiong Chou knocked on the table next to the doorman. The first knock didn't wake him up, and it took three knocks to wake him up. He had sleepy eyes open, still a little dazed, and only when he saw that it was a big man with a full beard, did he fully wake up.

"Uncle, are you going to stay in the hotel?" the doorman was visibly scared.

"I'd like to inquire about something. The reward is very generous!" Xiong Chou said with a smile.

The doorman stared at him vigilantly and said, "You don't want to kidnap me, do you?"

"How about we go to that nearby bar? There must be a lot of acquaintances there. ”

The doorman thought for a moment, and then agreed without hesitation. As for this small inn, there is nothing of value, and even if the thief comes, he will not steal anything.

The two people upstairs were louder, even louder than the cat's barking. The doorman glanced up and said, "These two people are not ashamed either. One is old and the other is young, hiding in the room all day, and the secretary is so noisy that he can't sleep at night. It's annoying. ”

"You'll be able to sleep soundly tomorrow. Xiong Chou stepped out first, and opened the Paradise Umbrella again.

The doorman hurriedly followed.

Xiong Chou moved the umbrella towards the child, making sure that not a drop of rain could drown him.

"Uncle, your shoulders are wet. The child said, leaning back at his neck.

Xiong Chou continued to walk, and said, "It's not in the way, uncle loves autumn rain the most." ”

Behind him, there seemed to be a scream.