"You think I'm telling jokes, don't you?" Domi asked me very seriously.

I nodded uneasily, he took out his mobile phone, came to me, opened the album, there were several bloody photos in it, each photo showed a bloody dead man, lying on the ground in an extremely strange position, I was shocked to see, and quickly covered my eyes.

"Are you scared that these people are dying at my hands?" Domi's voice suddenly turned eerie, and I jerked my head up to see his deathly murderous eyes.

I was stunned for three seconds and then laughed, and I pointed at him and said, "You must be lying, but it's the first time I've seen a liar like this, haha." ”

He was completely stunned by my reaction, he probably thought I would be scared, but he didn't expect me to react like this. Seeing me laughing, he laughed too, and he said, "You are the first person who is not afraid of me." ”

"You're so handsome, why should I be afraid of you?" I asked rhetorically, and although I was furious in my heart, I didn't think he was particularly scary.

He burst out laughing, and he asked me, "Do you dare to go drinking with me at night?" ”

"Of course I dare, I'm homeless anyway." I said with courage, but in fact, at that moment my heart was very tragic, I thought that if he was a vicious gangster, I would not understand. Anyway, I basically don't have a tomorrow left.

When I met Jin Fan, it was the time when I broke the jar the most; And meeting Domi was the most desperate time for me in life. Everyone thinks that 20 years old is the age of flowers, full of flowers. I don't think they know that there are weeds like me in the shadows, who are lifeless from birth.

Domi took me to the bar that night, the first time I had been to such a noisy place, and he didn't dislike my modest student dress and led me through the crowd to the bar.

"Have you ever drunk?" He asked me.

I shook my head.

"Do you dare to drink?" He asked me again.

I nodded.

He asked the bartender for two cocktails, handed me one, and the two of us sat down in a corner of the bar and started drinking.

"Is it good?" He asked me again.

I took a sip and choked on my cough, but the bitterness in the wine drew me in, and I nodded again.

"Drink it up, I'll give you another drink." He commanded.

I obediently drank a whole glass of wine in my cup, and the way I carefully held the glass and frowned at the way I finished it made him laugh. At that moment, there was a doting expression like a big brother in his eyes.

"You know what? I used to have a little sister as big as you. He took a sip of his wine and said with some wistfulness.

"And then? Where did she go? Do you like her? I asked with a smile.

"Later...... She's dead. Domi said simply, but I was stunned.

"Everyone will die, and maybe, I won't survive tomorrow." I said instead, and I didn't know why I was saying such desperate things.

He reached out and touched my head, leaned into my ear, and said softly: "Don't worry, although I am a killer, I never kill women." ”

"Am I a woman in your eyes?" He didn't know that his "woman" offended me.

I don't want to be a woman, I want to be a girl forever. If I could, I would never become a woman. Because of his words, I drank another full cocktail and looked at him indignantly.

He knew that his words had caused me to be angry, but he didn't care, he reached out and pinched my face, and he said, "It's strange that you women are angry, I can handle many things, but I can't get you women." You women, it's so weird. ”

He didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he emphasized the word "woman" over and over again, and I glared at him indignantly, but I didn't know what to do with him. So, I had to ask the bartender for another cocktail, and I asked for the most expensive drink on the list.

He still didn't seem to care, saying, "If you want to drink, drink it." In my case, it's very casual. ”

And so, I drank a lot of alcohol with a man I had known for less than a few hours who claimed to be a killer, and it was my first time drinking and the first time I had drunk with a man.

Of course, I drank too much, drunkenly collapsed into his arms, hooked his neck and asked him, "Domi, will you kill me?" ”

"Do you want to die?" He carried me down the road as easily as he held a fluttering balloon.

"Sometimes I want to, sometimes I don't." I pouted coquettishly.

"Then when you want to die one day, you can come to me." He said.

"Where am I going to find you?" I asked.

"I'll give you my phone number, you can come to me at any time, it's my privilege for you, how about it?" He said.

I don't know why, but suddenly I burst into tears. I lay in his cradle-like embrace, watching Domi in front of me change from one to many, and from many to one, like a flickering street lamp, everything seemed unreal, like a dream.

He didn't say where to take me, I didn't ask, I just felt that my head was getting more and more painful, my consciousness was getting more and more dizzy, my body began to break out of a cold sweat, I had a premonition that I was going to throw up, I quickly struggled to roll out of his arms to the ground, and then rolled to the side of the garbage can, vomiting profusely.

He watched me vomit from afar, he didn't come close, he didn't leave, he just stood there quietly. When I finished throwing up and walked up to him, he said, "The handkerchief has been broken by you, sorry, I don't have any paper." ”

I was suddenly amused by his words, I thought he was actually a very interesting person, but for some reason, he had a death-like aura on him, like a ghost floating in this city.

A geek like me found a stinking sensation in him. Although it may be that our lives are about 108,000 miles apart.

"Can you still walk?" He asked me.

I shook my head, pursed my lips, and said coquettishly, "You carry me." ”

He really squatted down and carried me on my back, and I bumstled on his wide back, and we walked along the long dark street, like two homeless stray cats, which gave me a place to talk.

"You know what? The other day, I tried what others call onenight, hee-hee. I said brazenly on his back.

"Oh, is it fun?" He didn't seem surprised, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"It's fun, but it's even more empty after playing. The man then ignored me. I grumbled, and I added, "But he's really handsome, you seem to be a little more handsome in comparison, you're more mature." ”

"Men don't want to be pot friends with onenight girls, let alone female pot friends. I advise you to say goodbye at dawn and not contact you after that. He had a matter-of-fact attitude, and there was not the slightest wave in his tone.

"I don't really want to play, I just feel desperate and desperate. I felt like the dying cactus on my balcony, really, really, really, really, really. I said.

"The cactus will not die, it will only die if the heart dies, from the inside to the outside." He still spoke in that calm tone, as if these were trivial matters that were not worth mentioning.

"Domi, my youth ended when I was 16 years old, do you know what happened to me?" His broad shoulders carried the weight of my entire body and also gave me a place to confide.

He's not necessarily a good confidant, but I think he's at least a person who's not interested in others. Such a person is like a tree, you confide all the ** in the tree and still feel safe.

"What?" He put me on the railing, and I found that he had taken me to the river in H City, and he had put me directly on the wall of the embankment, and if I was not careful, I could fall down at once.

"Guess what." I grabbed him by the corner of his coat.

He could see my nervousness, and then he smiled again: "Didn't you say you wanted to die?" Why are you holding on to my clothes so tightly? ”

"No, I want to finish talking to you, and then I'll think again." I say.

"Okay, then you say." He jumped up and sat down next to me.

"I was given a QJ by my dad when I was 16 years old." I took a deep breath and told the deepest secret that was hidden in the depths of my heart.

I thought he would be shocked, at least distressed or sympathetic or pitiful or something, in short, he and I reacted completely beyond my expectations.

He was very calm, as if he heard that I had eaten jajangmyeon at night, there was no surprise on his face, he just said lightly, "Oh, and then what? ”

His reaction hurt me a little, but I still wanted to continue, I said: "That day I was admitted to the secondary school, my mother cooked for me to celebrate, but my parents quarreled again, arguing and arguing with my father and saying that I was not his own, my mother cried and ran out, my father got angry and drank a lot of wine, that night my mother did not come home, in the middle of the night, my father climbed into my bed......"

I cried as I spoke, remembering the rain outside the window that night, my desperate pleading and crying in that dark room, the filthy and disgusting appearance of my father lying on top of me, and many, many ...... Before that, I felt that although my parents quarreled all the time, at least I was happy, and I was not like many of my classmates, whose family was broken.

I had been living under the assumption that my parents loved me, and after that night, I realized that it wasn't.

The next morning, Mom came back, and it was late. I pointed to the blood on the sheets and forced her to call the police, I took a kitchen knife and said I was going to hack my dad to death, but in the end, I ...... My mom and dad both knelt in front of me, and they knelt in front of me like that.

I endured it, I didn't call the police. Since then, however, I've changed. I feel like my life is over from that day on.

"Domi, I think I'm finished...... I won't be me anymore. I turned my head crying, and suddenly I saw tears on the face of the cold and ruthless Domi.