"Aiden is such a good boy."

This is what Aiden has heard the most since he was a child, and those adults only seem to praise him with this sentence. Whether it's when he takes first place in his class or when he helps other kids complete their science homework.

Such poor words always rang in his ears.

And Turner, as an older brother, has always been the object of Aiden's jealousy. Turner was very energetic and very noisy, and everyone couldn't help but focus on him.

Mother always tenderly complained that Turner had soiled her clean-washed clothes again.

"You're as dirty as a poor little beggar." This is what my mother likes to say, and of course sometimes she will say, "You are so obedient today, then you must be rewarded." ”

His father often took Turner out to play, and Aiden knew that his father had taken his brother to play football.

Aiden also wanted to go, but his father always said that he was still young.

When Aiden grew up, his father was old, and he no longer had the energy to take Aiden to exercise.

"Aiden, you go with your brother."

Obviously two brothers, but the older brother Turner seems to be getting more attention. Later, Turner became a doctor, his parents left, and Aiden sometimes dined with his brother Turner.

And at one point, he felt that he had met with his calamity.

He still clearly remembered which clothes he wore that day, which shoes he had, and what he was holding in his hand.

AL's new spring shirts, EA's jeans, AERR's white shoes, and the financial newspaper he bought before entering the hospital.

Sometimes when I go to Turner, I will wait a long time, because he has a patient, so Aiden will find something to pass away. Turner's magazines and newspapers are either news, medicine, entertainment, gossip, all of which he likes.

The nurse at the front desk smiled sweetly when she saw Aiden.

"Mr. Turner, Dr. Turner is in the office, and I said hello before, saying that Mr. Turner can just go in."

Aiden didn't expect to wait today, so he put the financial newspaper in his hand in the hospital where the newspaper was placed, and went directly to Turner's office.

The office door was unlocked and open a small half-slit.

Aiden knocked on the door, "Brother." ”

He waited for a while, but when no one answered, he pushed the door open and walked in. Turner didn't sit at his desk, and Aiden looked around for a week before heading to the treatment room. Sometimes Turner himself was tired and would lie down on the treatment bed and sleep.

Aiden walked around the tender green curtain, and sure enough, he saw a person lying on the treatment bed, he was about to open his mouth to call someone, but he closed his mouth when he saw the other person's appearance.

Not Turner.

It's another stranger.

He may be Turner's patient, and the odds are high.

He was lying on the treatment table with his eyes closed, his upper body naked. Naked, with pale skin, ribs bulging out from under the thin skin, and no abs at the waist, but they are very thin, so thin that they don't look like men anymore. Although the curtains at the windows were drawn, the light from the skylight shone straight in, illuminating the dust flying in the air and the man in bed.

A bland, featureless.

Aiden stood for a moment, and was about to leave when the other party slowly opened his eyes.

The long eyelashes twitched slightly, and then a pair of eyes slowly opened. The moment those eyes opened, Aiden didn't move.

It turns out that there is a thing that can really like a person at a glance.

Aiden has never liked anyone, but the moment the other party opened his eyes, he hardened.

The irrepressible urge made Aiden immediately half-turn, and he wanted to hide the embarrassing impulse.

"Dr. Turner, are you back?"

The man's voice was smooth, his words were clear, and he sounded comfortable.

Aiden was stunned when he heard the other party's words, he called himself Doctor Turner?

"Dr. Turner, can you help me get my glasses?"

It turned out to be myopia.

Aiden turned his head to look at the other party, and the other party was really looking at him. He recognized the wrong person, maybe he was waiting for Turner here. Aiden pushed the person who wanted to sit up again, then took the stethoscope himself and began to explore the other person's body.

But he didn't do it long, Turner returned, and Turner was surprised to see Aiden, frowning a little angrily at what he was doing, and silently kicked Aiden out.

Aiden went straight to the toilet as soon as he went out, and later he learned that although the person was short-sighted, he was not so blind that he couldn't see clearly, so he said that the person played with himself.

However, Aiden was not angry at all, and even a little happy, if the other party was not like this, he and the other party would not have a future story.

As Aiden sat outside, the man quickly came out of the room. He is a little different from him when he wears clothes, if he was sick before, then now he is mysterious.

He was like a man who had a lot of secrets hidden all over his body.

The man glanced at Aiden before leaving, and although it was only a very calm glance, it was enough to hook Aiden forward.

He blocked the man in the parking lot.

"What's your name?"

“Myron。” The man curled the corners of his lips slightly.

Many stories have boring pasts and clichéd futures, and if it weren't for the accidental discovery of each other's hidden secrets, he would not have embarked on a completely different path from his previous life.

*

Aiden looked at the gray wall in front of him, this cell was a single room, because he was a dangerous prisoner and at the same time was about to be injected. Shot the prisoner, so the police kept him alone together.

This room has no windows and only an iron bed.

Depressed, low, gloomy.

A room where people can go crazy with it.

Aiden had begun to look forward to death, for he was so frightened in this room, that no one spoke to him, that there was nothing but a bed, and that he had turned the mattress over and over several times.

Boring to the point of being scary.

"Click--click-"

The sound of footsteps came slowly.

It's getting clearer.

It's the sound of leather shoes guessing on the ground.

Aiden wondered if it was time for the other prisoners to release again, and every afternoon from four to five o'clock was the time to release the wind. During this time period, everyone does not need to work, and of course they cannot fight, if there is a fight, the opportunity to release the wind in the future will be deprived, and he does not have time to release the wind.

Footsteps stopped at his door.

Aiden, who was sitting on the bed, moved.

"Number 0773, come out."

Aiden knew it was time for him to be executed.

Handcuffed through a dimly lit hallway, Aiden's mind flashed through many images, when he was a child, at school, at work, when he met him, when he stayed with him.

Life is like a slide, you put it one by one, and it's over when it's over.

Myron is a very controlling person, and it can also be said that he is very domineering. In front of the other party, he is like a poor prisoner who prays for God's favor, and he does many things so that the other party can look at him a few more times.

Myron once had a drink and tied up Aiden, then pulled out a women's outfit and even makeup. After forcing the other person to change into a long dress, he starts to put on makeup for Aiden, and after applying lipstick, Myron smiles happily.

He reached out and touched Aiden's face.

"You're the prettiest."

That was the first time Myron had reached out to him.

Myron refused to be close to him, and he was truly like a god, unable to touch even a fingertip, no matter how much he prayed.

Aiden thought that Myron was going crazy, and he wanted to stay with him forever, but the other party didn't want to, so he had to sit in the café opposite the puppet shop often.

It was a 24-hour café, and he would sit until 12 o'clock, waiting for the other party to close.

Aiden was lying on the cold bed, tied to death, and he could only look at the snow-white ceiling.

When the needle. Insert. As he entered, Aiden slowly closed his eyes.

"Aiden Turner, can you make a promise that what you're saying is 100 percent true?"

At the second hearing, the judge asked him such a question.

He had taken almost all the blame on himself at that time, and Aiden chuckled softly when he heard the judge's words.

"Yes."

God is sinless, and if there is, it must be the sins of believers.

*

"How did you kill those people?"

"I have a perfume that is actually an inhalation anesthetic that I modified because I minored in chemistry in college. That kind of perfume makes people smell it, it will make those people feel dizzy in the chest, and they will fall into a coma after smelling it for a long time. ”

"Why are you okay?"

"I took anti-anesthetics."

"The first victim and the third victim were hidden in the back of the car by you, but the second high school girl, how did you quietly transport her out of the toilet?"

"There's an exhaust vent above the toilet, there's a mezzanine there, I put her in it, wait for the middle of the night, and then quietly carry it away. Don't ask me how I can transport it away in the middle of the night, the shopkeeper is very spicy, you can try it if you have a chance. ”

"Be respectful, Aiden Turner."

"What about the fourth?"

Aiden's azure eyes rolled slightly, and the scattered freckles on his face were exposed to the bright light.

"Who's the fourth?"

"Mr. Longman, a well-known feminist activist."

Ah, Ai is registered.

He didn't kill that man.

"I hid under the bed, killed him when he went to the bathroom, then hid in again, and when the waiter found his body and rushed out to call the manager, and when there was a crowd of people around the bathroom, I climbed out of it and mixed in with the people. I worked in a hotel, and they didn't care about a familiar face at the time. ”

Aiden concocted a seemingly seamless plan to kill.

The police, who had already caught the killer, believed it.

They don't bother to dig any deeper.

If they looked into it, they would find that every word of Aiden's words was false.

*

"Myron, I'm willing to do anything for you."

"Really?"

"Of course."