Chapter 551: Useless Stuff

"I was in the shop with the bustard who came in from outside. I remember it was raining outside, too, and he felt like he had been pulled out of the water. Director Zhao took out another cigarette and lit it, and the focus of his eyes was a little sluggish. I remember the look on his face when he saw me, one of panic, trembling hands, and a little incoherent. ”

Wu Shuang listened quietly, she sat on a high place where several green bricks were superimposed, and the sun was shining on them, a little warm. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew through her notebook, and the paper made a crunching sound.

"If I had stopped him, maybe he wouldn't have been like this." Director Zhao cleared his mind to the night four days ago.

The rain continued to fall, washing away the otherwise noisy area even more depressed and quiet. Occasionally, there are some people who come home from work from the night shift on the dirty streets, and they all rush forward with their heads down and umbrellas, not caring about the things around them.

In the dark streets, there are also a few street lamps at work, emitting a faint light to shine on the stagnant water.

A figure curled up there, motionless as if dead, passers-by did not dare to stop, or rather, there was no nosy, in such weather, speeding up the pace to rush home is the most important thing people want to do, so even if there is a dead man lying there on the side of the road, no one will take a second look.

The place where the black shadow curled up was outside the aperture, and his face could not be seen clearly, he moved, revealing a face from under his hat, high cheekbones, deep sunken eyes, gray face, cloudy eyes stared at the raindrops falling from the sky, and then looked at the knife in his hand, on which there was still a drop of blood.

Suddenly, he threw the knife in his hand far away, circled his legs, and got up from the ground. Wobbly walking down another street.

"I don't know when the rain will stop, so I don't have any business today." The weather was not cold, but the bustard still played the heater, and the girls sitting next to him were idle to kill time by playing cards. The bustard would sometimes come over and play with two. But most of the time, he still sat on another sofa and chatted with Director Zhao.

"yes!" Director Zhao looked particularly unstable today and walked to the door. "I'll walk when the rain lights down."

The old bustard laughed when she heard this, and she hung on him almost entirely. "Do you want to do something meaningful?" How do you think that no one will come to the door today, ready-made this, hey, the old bustard sighed in his heart, it is not good to see and useless. But it's a man!

Director Zhao squinted his eyes and glanced at the old bustard, he was not in this mood today, he was always in a trance, feeling that something would happen, but when he aimed at her pair of meat balls, his heart was still a little commotion. He laughed twice at the bustard. "Here?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the girls on the side immediately burst out laughing, and he knew that there was an inner room in the back, which was used for self-production and self-sale. Because not all guests can afford to pay for the hotel. Either there are some people who don't want to be seen, and they will leave in the small room in the back, and the good thing is that it is a massage room. In fact, it is a bed that provides hey.

"Why don't we go to you?" The old bustard also sneered, and began to caress Director Zhao's chest with ten fingers. The eyes are half-covered, and there is a charm, although he is about forty years old, but the charm still exists.

Director Zhao is a man who can't stand the teasing of women, especially in front of these women who understand, he has no resistance. Men, unlike women, do not lose their sexual interest because of mood. The bustard's embrace was just one with his color center, and he carried her into the small room, and the room that was only covered by a cloth curtain could not block a piece of spring color inside. …,

The woman's wheezing soon spread throughout the shop. The movement was a bit loud, the creaking bed shook and made a sound, and the flirtatious outside was also ready to move.

The rattling sound made the girls turn to the door in unison, and one foot stepped in, and immediately a small puddle appeared on the ground, and the other heel stepped in. It was as if he had come out of the water. None of them were dry.

The girls didn't dare to step forward, put down the cards in their hands and approached each other, and the two people inside seemed to have heard the sound outside, but they couldn't withdraw because they couldn't do it, and they could only listen to the sound of the field while rubbing.

"Useless stuff." Feeling the malaise in her body, the old bustard cursed very facelessly, pushed Director Zhao away from her, and got off the bed.

The person standing at the door took off his wet clothes and hat and threw them aside, the girl saw that it was Ah San, and she didn't plan to go forward to say hello, this person would only come to their eldest sister, and it had nothing to do with them, and the one who should play cards continued to play cards, and didn't care about him anymore.

Ah San squatted in front of the heater, roasting his cold body, and the whole body washed by the rain was bubbling cold from the inside out. In a daze at the orange glow from the heater, the girl looked at him and made fun of him, but he didn't talk back to them, just stared at the orange blankly.

"Ah San, what's wrong with you today?" A daring girl walked over and shoved him.

"Ahh Unexpectedly, he screamed, looked at the girl in front of him in horror, and shrank back like a monster.

"You're insane, you're screaming." The girl suddenly felt that she was very faceless, and she was scolded by Ah San.

Ah San is not good-looking, nor handsome, it can be said that he looks a little weird, his cheekbones are too high, which makes his cheeks look like he has sunk in, he is quite tall, but he is not strong, and his gray face looks like a drug addict all day long.

The bustard walked out of it, and when he saw that it was Ah San, he didn't say anything, he was a frequent visitor here, and he was also a generous person when he was rich, and when he didn't have money, the bustard wouldn't care too much about him, compared with the people behind him, this man who didn't look good was still okay in that aspect. ，

At least she won't say that she will be sluggish, thinking of this, she turned her head and glared at Director Zhao, but it was not easy to offend, after all, in such a small place, the director of a police station still has a bit of weight to speak.

Director Zhao put on his pants and came out of it and saw Ah San sitting on a puddle of water as if he had lost his soul, and the whole person was extremely sloppy. He stepped forward and pulled him up from the ground, and he was shaking. "What's going on?" Seeing that someone was interfering, the old bustard naturally walked back to the sofa and lifted Erlang's legs. "Get some hot water." Director Zhao roared behind him without looking back, and the old bustard gave him a blank look and obediently went to get a cup of hot water. Maybe others don't know the relationship between Director Zhao and Ah San, but she knows better than anyone else.

"What's the matter, it's just an illegitimate child." The bustard muttered softly, then twisted his waist and walked to the pile of girls, leaving them alone.

There is a rumor in the North District, the content is very simple, Ah San is the illegitimate son of Director Zhao, and the two of them have never reacted to such rumors, and over time, the rumors have become true, and no one is spreading them.

I don't know how many cigarettes in my hand have been changed, Director Zhao's choking sound is getting thicker and thicker, Wu Shuang is thinking, such a rumor may also be true, the man in front of him has never been married, and Ah San's actual age is only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, in terms of Director Zhao's age, such a can also be born, Director Zhao looked at the room where Ah San's body was found for a long time and continued his narration. …,

A pair of hands couldn't even scoop a cup steadily, hot water spilled out of it, Ah San didn't feel it, his cloudy eyes stared at Director Zhao, and it took a long time to let out a whimper, I couldn't hear what he was talking about, but I heard him saying that she was dead, she was dead, or something. Director Zhao, who was closest to him, was the one who could hear most clearly, and he covered his mouth.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Director Zhao looked at the pile of people who were playing cards vigilantly, and when he saw that they were not facing them, he was relieved. "What's going on?" He asked in a whisper, and then pushed Ah San into the small room.

"I don't know!" Ah San, who had stabilized his mood, looked at the crumpled bed and walked to the corner to squat. "I didn't see anything, I woke up with a knife in my hand and her blood on it, I didn't kill it, I really didn't kill it. 、”

"Knives? What knife? Did you kill someone? From his words, Director Zhao can analyze so much.

"I didn't kill anyone!" Suddenly, Ah San roared. "I didn't kill anyone." His eyes were bloodshot. "You have to believe that I didn't kill anyone." He grabbed Director Zhao's arm and said vigorously that he didn't kill anyone, and then rushed out hysterically. He shouted to pick up the knife to prove that he didn't kill him.

The story should have come to an end, and Wu Shuang thought that this Ah San should not have come back after that.

"He left and never came back." Director Zhao let out a sigh, a guilty sigh. "I was the first to see the letter, and I put him on the windowsill. I came here that night and found this room based on the information above, I didn't dare to go in. I assumed it was a prank, but Ah San was really missing, and I didn't know it was true until the second letter arrived. If I had gone with him that night, maybe he wouldn't have died. ”

A hand was placed on Director Zhao's shoulder, Wu Shuang raised his head, and Mu Rongyun didn't know when he was already standing in front of them. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )