If you ask Mi Yumei now what is more painful than death, she will definitely answer you: it is to wait for death.

It was as if she could hear the countdown to death ticking, each ringing proved that she was one step closer to death, and behind her, the sound of death's footsteps seemed to be heard in the quiet room, as well as the sound of the butcher's knife breaking through the air when it was swung down. She was already scared to the extreme, and she wanted the police to give her a good time, and she wanted to survive for a long time, which was extremely contradictory.

The little girl in her arms felt Mi Yumei's nervousness, she stretched out her pink little hand to wipe the sweat on Mi Yumei's head, and smiled simply and sincerely: "Grandma said that if you don't wipe the sweat on your head, you will get sick if you are blown by the wind, and if you are sick, you have to take bitter medicine, and prick a painful needle on your buttocks, Auntie, don't get sick, it's so uncomfortable to be sick." ”

Mi Yumei rarely receives kindness from others, especially from children. For a long time, she was gloomy and paranoid, thinking that the whole world owed her, with a coffin face for everyone, and children were very sensitive, of course they would not like her type, so few children would be close to her, let alone hold her in their arms.

is in her thirties, and it is the first time to hold a child, Mi Yumei's tears are flowing down as if she doesn't want money, and she can't stop it, and in the end, she hugged Yang Airui and cried, it's too late, it's too late......

Jin Jin's dynamic rhythm of the mobile phone ringtone woke up Mi Yumei, what is she doing? Now is not the time to be soft-hearted and retreat, anyway, she will die sooner or later, she will die if she is afraid, she will die if she is not afraid, she is afraid that she will have a fart!

"Hello? Are you still finished? Don't call me again! Excuse me again, I'll strangle this little girl to death first! Mi Yumei yelled viciously, no longer looking at Rui'er's big watery eyes, such a pair of clean eyes, made her feel despicable for no reason.

"Mi Yumei, hello, we haven't talked on the phone before, let me introduce myself, my name is Wen Mo, and I'm here to help you."

Yo, this word is not new at all, the police and gangster films made in Hong Kong are rotten, the first line of the negotiator, Mi Yumei felt a little funny: "Hehe, help me?" How can it help? Will you let me go? Don't be a three-year-old! ”

It's good that I didn't hang up the phone and had a desire to chat, which is a good sign: "I can't say anything irresponsible, because your future is only in your own hands, and I can't make decisions for you." You have violated the criminal law, the methods are cruel, the victims are numerous, and the death penalty is probably unavoidable. ”

"I know, I just wanted to make sure you know. Now that you've analyzed it so clearly, why are you talking nonsense with me? ”

"Mi Yumei, don't get excited, I called, not to persuade you to surrender, or to let go of the hostages in your hands, but to tell you two stories, are you interested in hearing them?" Wen Mo tried to keep her mind at peace.

Listen to the story? What kind of medicine is sold in this police gourd? Anyway, there won't be a piece of meat to listen to, so let her do it for the time being.

"You say, I can't go anywhere, I'm bored."

"The protagonists of these two stories are little girls. One of the eldest ones, living in a small mountain village in the northeast, since she was a child, she knew that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't compare to being beautiful, no one loved her, she could only love herself, no one understood her and cared about her, so she closed the door of her heart and didn't need anyone. On the surface, she seems to be doing well, but in fact, only she knows how many times she has cried until dawn, how much she longed for the warmth of the family, this is just a child who lacks love, what she wants is very simple, just someone who loves her sincerely. ”

Although Mi Yumei felt that her life was very sad, she didn't want others to sympathize with her, so she rudely interrupted Wen Mo's next words: "You know everything about me, so why do you have to say it?" Scolding people without revealing their shortcomings, hitting people without slapping them in the face, you are excessive. ”

"No, you misunderstood, I didn't mean to expose it, I said this, I just hope that you, when you were young, you were ignorant and did something wrong, but you don't need to leave this world on the charge of killing your sister, I believe, deep down in your heart, you don't want to hurt her." Wen Mo paused, and said the following words, in fact, she also sweated: "My colleagues, I just excavated the bones of a young girl from the mountain behind your house, and there is an obvious crack in the skull, and there are no other traces, which means that your sister's death was an accident and has nothing to do with you." Besides, you were only nine years old and still a child. ”

Mi Yumei was silent.

In fact, silence is also a good thing, what Wen Mo just said is all speculation based on reality, and all the details in the sentence are vague, in order to make Mi Yumei believe, gain her trust, stabilize her situation, and prepare for persuading her to let go of the hostages. Obviously, the effect can still be there.

"The second story I'm going to tell next, the protagonist is a five-year-old girl named Rui'er. Her father is unknown, but according to her mother, he was an addict from a previous relationship, and he is presumably dead. I gave birth to her because I was helpless, and it was difficult to have an abortion abroad. She has half-sisters, and at home, the attention of her parents always falls on her, and the quarrel is always because of her. No matter how well-behaved she is, she can't get the approval of the rest of the family, her sisters treat her as a stranger, her mother sees her as a shame, and her stepfather is just her air, she has no shortage of food and clothing, but she is not happy. ”

"Because of her, my mother's first marriage failed. And this woman who lives on love can't live without a man at all, her mother soon met a new boyfriend and was ready to get married, in order to avoid repeating the tragedy of the failure of the first marriage again, this ruthless woman pushed her back to China at the age of 5 and lived a life under the fence, and never ignored it. ”

"The little girl didn't care, even if her mother never called to greet her, even if her aunt spent the day in a coma forever, but they still gave birth to her and raised her, she learned to cook, she learned all kinds of skills to keep herself fed and clothed, she was able to live independently at a young age, and most importantly, she was always smiling, and she would never cry about it."

Mi Yumei kept listening, her hand holding the phone began to tremble, she was not stupid, and quickly reacted that the story Wen Mo told was clearly the life experience of the little girl in her arms!

Her instincts told her that she should hang up right away, but she didn't, and the ghost listened to her death.

Similarly, my father doesn't love my mother, and she has been wronged at a young age, but why, this child has such clear eyes, the window of her soul, and has never been hazy because the outside world is dirty, she is still kind, and she is still full of yearning for this world.

Unlike her.

Could this girl be able to take a different path from her, a path she had never tried? She can, become strong, become optimistic, don't care about people who are not good to her, grasp the kindness of others to her, and strive to learn to love, to be grateful, to live bravely.

Can she bear to ruin this countless possibilities for the future?

The answer is no.

Wen Mo, you won.

Mi Yumei hung up the phone, picked up the child, opened the door, the police outside the door poured in like a tide, instantly separated her from the child, a pair of cold handcuffs were put on her hands, and Rui'er waved at her and said, "Goodbye, Auntie." ”

Goodbye, child, I hope you will always be optimistic and positive, and I hope that when you grow up, you can walk out of a wonderful life, even if everyone doesn't love you, you have to learn to love yourself.

Mi Yumei was restrained, confessed the facts of the crime, and instructed the police one by one to find the remains of all the victims from 20 years ago to the present.

Since then, the serial homicide case that occurred in T City, involving more than a dozen provinces and cities, and spanning 20 years, has been closed.

Wen Mo closed the file and silently packed up her things. She has sympathy for Mi Yumei, but poor people must have something to hate. Nine times out of ten, if she hadn't looked at her sister with a hostile attitude, not with a resentful attitude, and not with a jealous attitude towards her friends, maybe none of this would have happened. Mi Yumei's paranoia killed more than ten people, and finally killed herself.

People, it's better to be open-minded and generous, so that you can live happily.

End of this volume.