"They asked her," said Luohan, who had sobered up a lot, as if vaguely aware of the identity of the fat man, "and they asked her why she didn't come at the appointed time last Sunday." She said she couldn't. ”

"Why can't it come—why? Tell him that. ”

"Because the fat man, the same person who mentioned it to them before, locked her up in the house." Rohan replied.

"What else did you say about him?" The old camel cried, "What else did she say about the man she told them before?" Tell him. ”

"Oh, she couldn't go out unless he knew where she was going," said Rohan, "and so, the first time she went to see the young lady, she—hahaha! When she said that, it amused me, really—she gave him a little opium. ”

"Fuck it!" Zhang Fat Man roared loudly and violently broke free from the old camel's hand. "Get out of the way!"

He threw the old camel aside, ran out of the room, and ascended the stairs in a rage.

"Fatty!" The old camel hurriedly followed, shouting. "Listen to me, just a word."

This sentence was too late to say, but fortunately, the guy who robbed the house couldn't open the door and go out, just when Zhang Fat Man was trying in vain to rush to the door, while scolding, the old camel panted and rushed forward.

"Let me out," said the fat man, "don't talk to me, you give me some care." Do you hear me, let me out. ”

"Listen to me," said the old camel, pressing his hand on the lock, "you won't—"

"Say." The other party replied.

"You're not going to—too—recklessly, are you?"

It was about to dawn, and the light at the doorway was bright enough for them to see each other's faces. They glanced at each other, and there was a fire burning in both of their eyes, and they couldn't be mistaken.

"I mean," said the old camel, apparently aware that all the rhetoric was useless at the moment, "and don't be too reckless for the sake of safety. Be smart and don't be too presumptuous. ”

Zhang Fatzi didn't answer, the old camel had already unscrewed the door lock, he opened the door by himself, and rushed to the quiet street.

The robber did not pause, did not think for a moment, neither looked left nor right, did not raise his gaze towards the sky, nor cast his gaze to the ground. He was on a rampage, his eyes staring straight ahead, his teeth clenched together, his jaw taut as if it were about to pierce his skin.

He didn't mutter, he didn't relax a muscle, he ran all the way to the door. He gently opened the door with the key, walked briskly up the stairs, and entered his room, where he double-locked. He pushed a heavy table up against the door, then lifted the curtains.

Miss Azhu was lying on the bed disheveled. Zhang Fatzi woke her up from her sleep, she opened her eyes in surprise and hurriedly stood up.

"Get up!" The guy said.

"It's you." The girl seemed glad to see him return.

"It's me," Zhang Fatzi replied, "Get up." ”

A candle was lit in the room, and the man plucked it from the candlestick and threw it under the grate. Seeing that it was already dawning outside the window, the girl jumped out of bed, intending to pull the curtain aside.

"Let it go," said Fat Zhang, holding out his hand to stop her, "this little light is enough for me to do my errands." ”

The girl lowered her voice in panic and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?" ”

The robber sat down, puffed out his nostrils and chest, and looked at her for a few seconds, then he grabbed the girl by the head and neck, dragged her to the middle of the room, glanced at the door, and put a large slap over her mouth.

The girl was breathless, and struggled desperately, and the threat of death gave her strength—"I—I won't scream—not scream—listen to me—tell me—what do you say I've done." ”

"You know it in your heart, you ghost." The robber tried not to let himself pant loudly, and replied, "You have been eyed tonight, and everything you say is being listened to." ”

"Then, for God's sake, you can spare my life, just as I spared your life." The girl put her arms around him and replied, "You won't bear to kill me." Oh, think about it, I gave up everything for you for this night alone. You have time to think about it, lest you commit a great sin. I'm not going to let go, don't you want to get rid of me. For your own sake and for my sake, don't let your hands get my blood on them. I vouch for it with my sinful soul that I am worthy of you. ”

The man was furious and tried to break free of his hands, but the girl's arms were so tightly wrapped around him that no matter how much he twisted, he couldn't break her arms.

The girl cried out, trying to put her head on his chest, "Tonight the old gentleman, and the lovely young lady, have promised to make a home for me in a foreign country, so that I can live this life in peace and quiet." I will go to them again and kneel down and beg them to show you this mercy and kindness, so that we both may leave this terrible place, and we will be far away, and we will live a cleaner life, and we will forget the days we used to live except when we pray, and we will never see each other again.

It's never too late to repent, that's what they say to me—I know now—but we need time—just a little time. ”

The robber finally freed up an arm and grabbed his pistol. Even though he was on fire, the thought flashed through his mind: as long as he fired, he would definitely be exposed. With all his strength, he struck the girl twice with the hilt of his gun as she looked up at her face.

She swayed and fell, blood pouring out of a deep wound on her forehead, almost covering her eyes, but she struggled to stand up and knelt, took out a white handkerchief from her bosom, and held it up high in the sky.

The sight was terrifying. The killer stumbled back to the wall, covering his vision with one hand and grabbing a thick stick with the other, knocking her down.

Among all the miserable situations that emanated from the smell of blood in the early morning air, this one was the most disgusting and tragic.

The Sun – a clear sun, the sun penetrates the brightly stained glass and papier-mâché panes, through the domes and decaying crevices of churches.

Sunlight illuminated the room where the murdered woman lay horizontally. It really illuminated. Zhang Fatzi once wanted to block the light out of the window, but the sunlight would still shine in. If this scene was terrifying even on a gloomy morning, what a sight it is now, when everything is clothed in brilliant daylight!

He didn't move, he didn't even dare to move. The victim had a whoop of * and a hand. With a new fear in the fire, he gave her another blow, and another blow. At one point he threw down a blanket to cover the corpse, but the thought of those eyes, and the idea of them turning towards him, was worse than seeing them staring straight up, as if to see the reflection of the blood on the ceiling swaying and dancing in the sunlight.

He ripped the blanket off again. The corpse lay there—nothing more than flesh and blood, nothing more—but what kind of flesh it was, what blood!

He struck matches, made a stove, and threw sticks in it. The head of the stick was feverish, curled up into a small patch of ash, and the breeze grabbed it and flew into the chimney, and even that frightened him, even though he was so strong.

He grabbed the murder weapon until it broke, then threw it on the coal, allowing it to slowly burn and turn to ashes.

He washed his hands and wiped his clothes clean, but there were a few blood stains on his clothes that could not be wiped off, so he simply cut off those pieces and burned them. How is there blood everywhere in the room? Even the dog's paws were covered in blood.

Throughout this time, he did not turn his back to the corpse once, yes, not for a moment. When everything was packed, he retreated to the door, holding the dog by the hand, lest the brute's paws be stained with blood again and bring new incriminating evidence into the street.

He gently closed the door and locked it, removed the key, and left the house.

He walked across the road and looked up at the window, making sure he couldn't see anything outside. The curtains hung motionless, and she wanted to open them to make the room brighter, but she couldn't see the light anymore.

The corpse lay almost horizontally under the curtains. He knew that. Oh my God, how did the sun pour down in that place?

This glimpse is only a momentary effort. Thankfully, I finally got out of that room. He whistled at the dog and walked away quickly.

He had no idea, and he didn't know where to go—as soon as he set off to descend the mountain, he thrust to the right again, and took the path through the fields.

He waded through the depression and walked along the remaining part of the moor to the fields on the northern outskirts, and lay down under a fence at the edge of the fields, and fell asleep.

In a few moments he got up again, and began to hurry—not deep into the country, but along the main road back to Conch City—and then back—and from the other side toward the one he had already walked—sometimes wandering in the fields, sometimes lying down on the edge of the ditch, sometimes leaping again, lying down in another place, and then running about.

Where can I get something to eat and drink, not only to be close to the toilet, but also not too many people? Sometimes he galloped and ran, and sometimes out of a strange rebellious mentality, he grinded like a snail, or simply stopped and lazily tapped the fence with his cane.

But when he got there, everyone he met, even the children standing in the doorway, looked at him with suspicion. He had to turn around, not daring to buy something to eat or drink, even though he hadn't eaten for hours. He wandered the moor again, not knowing where to go.

He wandered for an unknown number of miles, and returned to his old place, and the morning and noon had passed, and the day was coming to an end, and he was still wandering east and west, uphill and downhill, round and round, and always wandering in the same place.

It was already nine o'clock in the night, and the village was quiet, and the man, exhausted, walked down the hill next to the church. Dogs also limp because of the lack of such training. They staggered down the narrow street and slipped into a small hotel, where the dim lights of the store had led them there. There was a fire in the shop, and a few peasants were drinking around it.

They had made room for the stranger, but he sat down in the farthest corner, and ate and drank alone, or rather, with his dog, and from time to time he threw the beast a little to eat.