A man walks down a dirty, narrow alley. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His ordinary robe still seemed out of place in the environment around the alley, his robe was too clean and new, the alley was dirty and damp, and there was a pile of garbage around it, and from time to time a big gray rat would come in and out of the garbage heap.

Yang Mengsheng has not been to such a place for more than ten years, and today he specially found a long shirt to change into, as low-key as possible, but when he walked, his back was straight, and the corners of his clothes were fluttering, as if he was not stained with a trace of dust. Looking at the eyes of the residents in this alley, it is also very fresh, but this person's top hat is so low that he can't see his eyebrows clearly.

Yang Mengsheng walked to the door of a room and knocked on the door.

"People are dead."

A hoarse voice came from inside.

Yang Mengsheng trembled slightly, stood at the door, took a deep breath, quickly pushed open the door, and looked left and right to see that no one was following before walking in.

A disgusting stench almost smoked him to his head. After so many years of not seeing him, the stench on this man's body has become heavier and heavier.

Yang Mengsheng forcibly held back the tumbling of his stomach and looked at the man lying on the broken bed.

The man opened his cloudy eyes, looked at him and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Your son Yang Mengsheng."

"Hehe, I don't have a son, the family is dead, where is the son."

The old man laughed a few times, and the laughter was like that of an old eagle on an autumn day.

"I also hope that I have nothing to do with you in this life, but it can't be, after all, we have a blood relationship there."

Yang Mengsheng covered his nose: "Your illness is getting worse and worse." ”

The man sneered: "My illness, it seems that you know a lot, your mother told you?" ”

"You dare to mention her! You're sorry for her. ”

"Lao Tzu has a lot of people who are sorry in this life." The old man struggled to sit up, stalking his neck, "What's the matter, the wings are stiff and you want to clean up your old man?" ”

"I just want to ask you if you killed that yarn mill worker twelve years ago."

"Twelve years ago?" The old man squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth and smiled, "That little girl, good, tender, not bad, I haven't met such a good one in all these years." It's comfortable. “

Yang Mengsheng grabbed him by the collar: "Sure enough, you did it!" You killed Xu Meijuan! ”

The old man's eyes were half-open, his mouth was wide open, and saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth: "What? Homicide? I didn't kill anyone, just play, kill someone. ”

"You didn't kill anyone?" Yang Mengsheng didn't believe what he said.

"Nope. The woman wanted to grab me, push her away and run away, kill whom? ”

"Then why did you drink with people and brag that you killed someone? Now I've been pestered by the man, and he's blackmailing me to sell you to the newspaper! ”

"Isn't that bragging? Can be taken seriously? The old man laughed, "Haven't you been smart since you were a child, you can't figure it out." ”

Yang Mengsheng hatefully loosened his collar, the old man panted, sat against the wall, squinted at him and asked, "You're doing well, new clothes." ”

Yang Mengsheng was silent.

"I know where you live, and I know what you do, it's been ten years, you're ruthless enough, it's really my son, I didn't think of you when I was eating and drinking spicy outside, ruthless, really ruthless."

"What's the use of saying this now, and why it's happening, you know for yourself."

Yang Mengsheng's voice was cold.

The old man nodded: "Yes, you still hate me, I really didn't know that your mother was dead, if I knew that I couldn't have come back so late and drank so much wine." ”

"Don't explain, why didn't you come back late that day and drank alcohol, and raped a young girl, she was only seventeen years old, younger than me, how did you do it?"

The old man hung his head and said nothing.

Yang Mengsheng thought about it, and then knelt down on the dirty ground with a long shirt: "Please tell me the truth, did you kill Xu Meijuan?" Please! ”

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and he sneered: "You have been gone for more than ten years, and you came back today just to ask about this?" What's the matter, it's a shame to have a dad like me? Will my murder hinder your future? ”

"Yes, you are the biggest stain on my life. Over the years, I've tried so hard to climb up, but I don't imagine you rolling in the dirty muddy water, and I don't imagine that my mother is dead and no one knows. But you know what, I always have nightmares, and you're my nightmare. I beg you to tell me the truth, to tell me if you have killed anyone. ”

The old man looked at Yang Mengsheng and smiled: "You actually knelt down for me for that woman?" Laughing and laughing, he began to cough, coughing more and more, his face was red, and he couldn't breathe.

Yang Mengsheng had no choice but to get up, saw a teapot with a missing lid on the broken table, a few large porcelain bowls, picked up the broken teapot and saw that there was water in it, no matter what kind of water it was, poured a bowl and handed it to the old man, and gently stroked his back with his hand. The old man drank a few sips of water, suppressed his cough, glanced at his son with cloudy eyes, and sighed: "It's still my son after all." ”

"I'm afraid you'll choke on your back."

Yang Mengsheng replied coldly.

"That's not as you think, there will be no one who knows your past from now on."

"Yes, you're talking nonsense outside and someone has already found me to blackmail, do you think you didn't cause me trouble?"

Yang Mengsheng smiled bitterly: "I said, you are my nightmare, I can't break free in this life, if you can choose, I just ask you not to give birth to me in the first place." ”

The old man thought for a moment, sighed, stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeve, and said, "Look, I have become like this." ”

Seeing that his black and thin arms were densely packed with red and yellow ulcers, exuding an unpleasant smell, Yang Mengsheng turned his face away and asked, "Really...... What kind of disease? ”

The old man laughed, saliva dripping onto his torn clothes.

Yang Mengsheng couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he took out a handkerchief and handed it over to the side.

The old man didn't answer, put down his sleeve and wiped his mouth, and continued to speak: "I really didn't kill anyone, it was drinking and bragging nonsense with them, saying that killing people will make them afraid of me." I remember very well that day, rain, thunder, I thought I couldn't pull people, so I slowly walked home, but a woman came to take a car, I didn't think about anything else, but later found that the woman was going to walk on the road in the middle of nowhere, there was no one nearby, and the woman was so young and beautiful and fragrant, I was tempted, and when I saw that there was no one in the alley, I stopped the car and pressed her on the car to ......"

Yang Mengsheng said angrily: "How can you be worthy of my mother, worthy of me!" ”

"Ghost obsessed, I used to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble outside, that was also spending money to have fun, never thought of doing other bad things, I didn't know what it was for that day, so I did it, I dragged her out of the car, pulled the car and ran, ran to the mouth of the alley and rushed out of an old man and almost collided with me. Later, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, so I went to drink some wine, and when I came home, I got drunk, and when I woke up the next day, you gave your mother a funeral, and I lay in bed and thought, it's over, this is going to be arrested by the police. I didn't expect to hear that the woman was dead a few days later, and the murderer was caught, so I was relieved. ”

After speaking, the old man looked at Yang Mengsheng: "It's been so long since this happened, what are you doing again?" Don't think I don't know, I've heard someone say that you want to overturn the case, okay, what kind of case do you overturn? Do you want to put your old man in it? What else can you do if something happens to me? ”

"You didn't kill anyone, but you ruined Xu Meijuan, and Liu Shusheng, who came later, may not have a bad heart at first, until he saw Xu Meijuan, who was killed by you, was not dressed in good clothes, and the root of all this is you! You killed them, how have you been able to eat and sleep for the past twelve years? ”

The old man laughed: "I eat well and sleep well, I can drink every day, there is no faster life than me, don't think about any retribution." Anyway, I didn't kill anyone, you are arresting murderers, besides, that woman always has to die, before she died, Lao Tzu broke her yellow flower girl's body, and she didn't come to the world for nothing. ”

The more Yang Mengsheng listened, the more angry he became, and slapped the old man in the face fiercely.

The old man covered his face, blood running from under his nostrils.

"You hit me? Hit you Lao Tzu? ”

Yang Meng trembled with anger, laboriously took out a roll of banknotes from the pocket inside his robe, threw it directly in his face, turned his head and left.

"Hey, you said someone was blackmailing you? Who is it? ”

"You don't have to." Yang Mengsheng didn't look back. (To be continued.) )