June 19, 2014, 21:30.

Lu Zhongyue carried a travel bag and walked into the lively Qixianqiao Night Market, the more crowded he was, the more safe he felt, just like the best place to hide a drop of water is the sea.

He fumbled for his phone in his trouser pocket, and the dial button could make the difference between life and death for the other two.

Before going out, I prepared a few barrels of gasoline at the murder house on Sabbath Road, as well as a miniature *, which has been carefully designed in the last two months, only needs two mobile phones and some discarded circuit boards, and the phone number A dials out the phone and detonates it through the phone B, which can almost apply for a patent. This is the only major that Lu Zhongyue is good at, and it can be regarded as the electronic engineering department that year was not in vain.

There is only one Shaxian snack in the whole block, the door is lit with red and yellow lights, the sound of boiling boilers is heard, and a few shampoo boys who are off the night shift are eating steamed dumplings and mixed noodles.

He sat down and ordered a wonton noodle and lowered his gaze to look around—someone had come out of the kitchen, a cyan mark on the forehead of a tired young man.

"Lu Jizong."

The voice was not soft or loud, the young man turned back in confusion, and Lu Zhongyue deliberately raised his head so that the blue spots on his forehead would be more conspicuous under the fluorescent lamp.

"You called me?"

"Yes, are you off work?"

"Just got off work." Lu Jizong sat in front of him, he was a lot taller than him, and his facial contour was still a little immature, many people thought he was a high school student, "What's the matter with Aunt Xiaozhi?" ”

"Actually, I'm not a lawyer."

Lu Jizong was silent for a moment, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him. The other party's eyes were really strange, staring straight at him, as if he wanted to see a hole in his face.

Of course, he would not ignore the blue spots on the other party's forehead.

I remember my mother told him when I was a child: "Jizong, your father, has the same birthmark on his face as you." ”

Although Lu Jizong has never seen his father, this face has always appeared in his mind, with this cyan mark on his forehead, like a Korean star poster pasted on the bedside, and like a black-framed portrait at his grandparents' memorial service.

"You're—"

The nineteen-year-old's lips trembled, and he inexplicably remembered the monsters and machetes in DOTA.

Lu Zhongyue nodded, smiled quietly, and lowered his face again: "Child, I am your father." ”

"Are we meeting for the first time?"

The young man's hand hidden under the table was already clenched into a fist, and a rough voice sounded in his ears - your father is a selfish brute, he doesn't want you to survive at all, you must remember your grandfather's words!

These are the last words that my grandfather said to his ear when he was lying on his hospital bed before he died in the fourth grade of elementary school.

At this moment, the smell of various condiments wafted through the snack bar in Shaxian County, and Lu Zhongyue stroked his son's hair: "Jizong, I watched you grow up." ”

"But I haven't seen you."

Lu Zhongyue was lying, and Lu Jizong was also not telling the truth. His mother has always kept a photo of Lu Zhongyue, and occasionally takes it out in the middle of the night to look at it, but it disappears after her son is in junior high school. She searched anxiously for a long time, but she was actually stolen out and burned by Lu Jizong. He looked at this picture of "Daddy", curled into black ashes in the flames, as if he had pushed him into the crematorium with his own hands, and his whole body was covered with indescribable pleasure.

"I'm sorry, I used to have a wife, and then I wandered the world."

"Because, you are a wanted man who has killed many people."

Fortunately, the kid deliberately lowered his voice, and Lu Zhongyue's expression changed: "Who told you?" ”

"Aunt Twig."

Hearing these four words, Lu Zhongyue subconsciously stuffed his hand back into his pants pocket, wanting to press the dial button at any time.

But he controlled his emotions and smiled and said, "Yes, he is my cousin, but he is a little paranoid and likes to say things that are not boundary." ”

Then, Lu Zhongyue ordered two cans of drinks, opened one and handed it to his son. The young man drank it in a few gulps, and said with water dripping from the corners of his mouth, "What are you going to say to me?" ”

"I just want to meet you, talk to you, and then disappear."

"Have you ever seen my mom over the years?"

"I've seen you, and she misses you so much."

Lu Jizong didn't know that his mother had been killed by the man in front of him.

"You know what? I didn't have a father when I was a child, everyone called me a wild seed, and every child liked to bully me and beat me in a puddle. Every time I was beaten and my head was bleeding, my mother didn't dare to ask for an explanation when I got home, she just hugged my head and cried together, and I was thinking - what kind of person is my father? ”

The boy's eyes were like those of a dirt dog waiting to be slaughtered.

"I'm sorry, but you have to know that there are many things in this world that we can't change."

Looking at the blue spots on the middle-aged man's face, Lu Jizong remembered Xiaozhi's words that took care of him, leaned back in the chair and asked, "Where is Aunt Xiaozhi now?" Why didn't she come along? ”

"There's something she can't do."

"Oh, I'm still missing her."

While speaking, Lu Jizong's hand hidden under the table had turned on his mobile phone, pretending to arrange the hem of his clothes, but dialed the number he was most familiar with.

Two seconds later, he heard Hikaru Utada's singing of "FIRST LOVE".

This is the mobile phone ringtone that Ouyang Xiaozhi is using now.

The ringtone came from Lu Zhongyue's travel bag, and he opened the bag unhurriedly, and the caller ID turned out to be Lu Jizong. But as if he hadn't seen anything, he quickly turned off Twig's phone and removed the battery. He still has Si Wang's mobile phone in his bag, and the battery has also been removed, so no one will be able to find it.

Lu Jizong slowly stood up and said expressionlessly, "I want to take you to see something." ”

"Wait a minute, Jizong." He bit the boy's ear and said, "Can you call me Daddy?" ”

"I will! Come with me first. ”

Lu Jizong took him into the kitchen, and in the smoky steam and oil smoke, the young man leaned over and felt something.

"Daddy."

This is the first time that Lu Jizong called out these two words, when he was five or six years old, how much he longed for this day, hugging his father's shoulders and smelling the smell of sweat in his hair and neck.

"Son!"

Happiness came too suddenly, not to mention that the place where the father and son hugged each other was too strange, it was actually the kitchen of Shaxian snacks. He hugged so tightly that he was almost close to his son's cheek, and for the first time in so many years of cold fugitives, he couldn't help but have hot eyes, and he didn't regret it even if he died now.

Suddenly, Lu Zhongyue's chest was filled with a sharp cramp.

When he tried to make a sound, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he stalked his neck until his face was flushed, and a stream of hot liquid gushed out.

Finally, the son let go of his father and stood by the kitchen stove gasping for breath, his shirt covered in blood, and a sharp knife in his hand.

Lu Jizong's mouth is also stained with blood, I don't know if it's my father or myself? The boy walked slowly out of the kitchen, and the man in front of him clutched his chest and stumbled backwards. The customers in the store screamed, and the guys fled in fear...... Lu Jizong felt that the person he was most sorry for was the owner of this Shaxian snack, and he was probably going to close the store because of his recklessness, right?

Three years ago, in the summer when he had just graduated from junior high school, he hesitated repeatedly before he mustered up the courage to give a handful of roses to Xiaomei, a netizen of the dance troupe next door, and bought them with half a year's pocket money. Xiaomei generously accepted the roses, but the person ran away with the handsome little guy who was studying in the police academy, and threw down a sentence before parting: "My boyfriend said that there is a wanted criminal who looks like you, and Bacheng is your father, right?" ”

Lu Jizong secretly swore that if he met his father in this life, he would kill him.

Staggered out of Shaxian snacks and came to the bustling streets, thunder rolled horribly in the dark night, but not a drop of rain fell, only a few bats flapping their wings and flying. The boy lowered his head in a trance, looking at the blood-dripping sharp knife in his hand, which turned into a machete in DOTA. He had traveled back to the years of the small southern town, and every knife he slashed in front of the screen of the Internet café was aimed at the man with the cyan mark on his forehead.

Big monster, you're finally here.

The father who had been hacked to death countless times in his imagination was lying on the side of the street covered in blood, and none of the countless onlookers in the night market dared to come close to save him.

Lu Zhongyue blinked, looking up at the night sky polluted by lights, the dark clouds that were about to pour down torrential rain. I miss the stars in the wilderness of Nanming Road, and there is a young man named Shen Ming - nearly 20 years have passed, he has never stopped guessing about death, when a sharp knife crushes his heart, what kind of pain and despair is it?

There was no face to see of my nineteen-year-old son, only the faces of frightened, indifferent or joking passers-by.

He really wanted to shout: I stabbed myself to death with a knife, it wasn't that kid who did it, he wasn't a murderer!

But the blood clot blocked his trachea, and he couldn't say a word.

"110 is coming!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, Lu Zhongyue's blood-stained hand felt into his pants pocket, and there was a mobile phone here, just press that hot key......

Is it too late to reincarnate?

The last drop of blood was about to be drained, and in a trance, I saw the policeman's big cap and was leaning over to check if he was still angry.

Well, there is still the last one, ding, point, son, of, force, qi.

Dialed through.