Bu Zimo hurried home, when he stood at the door of 301, Bu Zimo's heart was pounding, he held the door key in his left hand, and the pistol in his right hand, he didn't know what he would see when he inserted the key into the keyhole and unscrewed the door, whether it was the cold corpse of the woman or the smell of blood all over the house, Bu Zimo couldn't believe it.

Bu Zimo's left hand trembled slightly and inserted the key into the keyhole, and he twisted the key slightly.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the door opened, Bu Zimo quickly released the key with his left hand, put his hand on the doorknob, took out the gun with his right hand, opened the safe, and then, Bu Zimo slowly pushed the door open, he put one foot at the junction of the door and the door frame, and the gun in his right hand reached in first.

There was no movement, the room was very quiet, except for the sound of the curtains blowing through the windowsill from the hot outside.

Bu Zimo quickly pushed the door open, and then rushed in with a gun in both hands, there was no one in the room, a clean and tidy living room, there was still a glass of white water on the table on the coffee table, only a small half of the water, the woman didn't know where she went, there was a well-packaged express box next to the cup, Bu Zimo's heart suddenly mentioned his throat, he quickly looked around the living room with a gun in both hands, there was still nothing, there were no traces of fighting and turning in the room, and the shoe changing cabinet at the door was also neat, There was no trace of outsiders coming in, Bu Zimo's breathing gradually became short, and his eyes, which were already slightly red because he had not rested well, became more and more red at this moment.

"Knock, knock."

At this moment, the sound of toilet flushing came from the bathroom, and Bu Zimo turned his head almost at the same time as the sound sounded, and walked to the door of the bathroom in a few steps.

"Bang"

Bu Zimo came to the door of the bathroom and slammed open the door of the bathroom.

"Ah, Zimo, what are you doing?"

A woman in pajamas, is sitting up from the toilet, her hands are holding her underwear, the door was suddenly pushed open by Bu Zimo from the outside, the woman subconsciously took a step back, and then let out a scream, and then, she quickly put on the underwear, when she saw Bu Zimo, the originally pale cheeks suddenly crawled with redness, which made her look very unhealthy at this moment, it was particularly moving.

After Bu Zimo saw the woman in the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly put the pistol into his pocket, then turned around and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

The woman lowered her head and sorted out her clothes, then raised her hand to sort out the slightly whitish green silk on her sideburns, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and said while washing her hands: "After taking the medicine, my stomach was a little uncomfortable, so I came to the toilet, why did you come back?" Is something wrong? ”

Bu Zimo heard the sound of water, so he turned around, leaned against the door frame and looked at the silhouette of the woman, he frowned and said, "It's okay, it's just that I'm not at ease when you're home alone, aren't you hungry?" I'll come back and cook for you. ”

Hearing Bu Zimo say this, the woman who was washing her hands moved slightly, and the corners of her mouth hooked a touching arc, she stood up, picked up a towel and wiped her hands, then put the towel aside, turned off the faucet, turned her head, looked at Bu Zimo's eyes and smiled: "It's good that you come back safely, are you tired?" Shall I cook for you? ”

The woman walked towards the door as she spoke, Bu Zimo blocked the woman's way, he stretched out a hand to hold the woman's cold hand, led the woman to the living room, and after pressing the woman down on the sofa and sitting down, Bu Zimo walked towards the door and said, "You, you just sit there obediently, and I'll cook." ”

After speaking, Bu Zimo closed the door of the mountain house, then changed his slippers, turned around and went to the kitchen, and after a while, the kitchen sounded the sound of pots and pans clattering.

The woman did not sit on the sofa honestly, but walked to the kitchen door, leaned slightly against the door frame, and looked at Bu Zimo's busy back in the kitchen, with a happy smile on the woman's face.

Bu Zimo was cooking porridge, and while he was looking at the fire on the stove, he was holding a spoon and slowly stirring it in the pot.

The woman suddenly walked into the kitchen and hugged Bu Zimo's waist from behind, she put her cheek on Bu Zimo's not too thick back, and whispered, "Zimo, let's get out of here, okay?" Would it be better to go to a place where no one knows us and start anew? ”

Bu Zimo's body was tense, he slowly put down the spoon, stretched out his hand and touched the woman's cold little hand that imprisoned his waist, Bu Zimo raised his head, his eyes were a little sour, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Sister, when I finish the things in hand, we will leave here." ”

"Can't you go now?" The woman said stubbornly.

Bu Zimo still shook his head, he broke the woman's hand, turned around, looked at the woman's pale cheeks, stretched out a hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes, and then said: "The matter is not done, we can't leave yet, sister, believe me, as long as I finish the things in hand, we will leave, leave here, and never come back." ”

The woman raised her hand to cover the back of Bu Zimo's hand, looking at Bu Zimo's unwavering eyes, the woman looked at it for a long time, and in the end, she still compromised, bit her lip and nodded heavily, and then said to Bu Zimo: "Then you have to promise sister, you must live, live well." ”

Bu Zimo didn't speak, just nodded.

An hour later, the meal was ready, Bu Zimo prepared everything and put it on the dining table, and Bu Zimo and the woman sat at the table to eat.

There are not many dishes on the table, they are all vegetarian dishes, there are no accessories such as onions, ginger and garlic in them, the woman eats very happily and is very satisfied, but Bu Zimo eats tastelessly, like chewing wax, but Bu Zimo still drank two bowls of porridge hard, and just when he was about to put down the bowl, the woman added another bowl of porridge to Bu Zimo and pushed it in front of Bu Zimo.

Bu Zimo looked at the woman's doting gaze, he didn't say anything, deep down he felt a long-lost feeling of family, he silently drank the porridge, and then began to clean up the dining table and kitchen, the woman stood behind Bu Zimo from beginning to end, watching everything he did, and after Bu Zimo finished cleaning up, the woman took out a bunch of bottles and cans from the bedroom, poured out a handful of pills from it, and then took them one by one.

After the woman did all this, she said to Bu Zimo, I am sleepy and want to rest, and then she went to the bedroom and went to sleep on the bed.

Bu Zimo twisted the medicine bottles that the woman put on the table one by one, then put them in the woman's bedroom, came to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the woman's sleeping appearance, Bu Zimo's eyes were slightly astringent.

Bu Zimo waited until the woman's breathing gradually stabilized and fell into a deep sleep, then he slowly walked out of the bedroom, gently closed the door, and then came to the living room, took out a utility knife from under the coffee table, and gently slashed open the express box.

The express box is not big, you can hold it with one hand, the box is very light, there is nothing special in it, after Bu Zimo opened the express box, only a bunch of photos fell out of it, and there was a voice recorder.

Bu Zimo put down the utility knife, picked up the photo and looked at it, he only saw the first one, a touch of evil and murderous aura appeared on his face, his face was very ugly, the photo was not taken by others, it was the woman sleeping in the bedroom now, the woman in the photo was naked-naked, tied to a big bed, the rope made a deep red mark on the woman's fair skin, the woman was draped, her expression was very painful, and the eyes that should have been very smart were gray and very empty.

Bu Zimo's hand holding the photo trembled violently, he flipped through the photos one by one, and the next seven or eight photos were all nude photos of women, as well as close-ups of women's **-parts.

The woman in the photo looks much younger than the current woman, her face is still covered with greenness, the photos are all black and white, Bu Zimo can see that these photos are all remade according to the photos in his hand.

Bu Zimo looked at these photos, his eyes were red and terrifying, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted, Bu Zimo knew that this was a photo of a woman a few years ago.

Under a few photos, there are all color photos, the photos are all photos of Bu Zimo and women together, and there are also photos of women going out alone, some are women shopping in the supermarket, some are buying vegetables in the vegetable market, and some are buying medicine in the pharmacy.

After reading the last photo, Bu Zimo found that the photo was taken this morning, a photo of a woman standing on the balcony to collect clothes, and it was obvious that this person was nearby.

Bu Zimo stared at the photo for a long time before he gradually calmed down, he thought that if he was not calm, he must calm down, after all, the woman is sleeping in the bedroom now.

After a long time, Bu Zimo put down the photo, picked up the voice recorder on the table, and pressed the play button.

Suddenly, Wang Hong's voice came from the recorder.

"Officer Bu, have you received the thing, are you surprised, surprised, stabbed or not, is it good?"

When Bu Zimo heard this evil voice, he picked up the recorder and wanted to smash it against the wall, but just as he lifted the recorder, Wang Hong's voice came out of it again.

"Officer Bu, I suggest you'd better not do this and keep listening."

Hearing this, Bu Zimo jumped up from the sofa all of a sudden, he held a voice recorder in one hand, and a pair of eyes began to check around the room, he wanted to see if there was a monitoring probe in the room, Bu Zimo looked around for a week, and found nothing, in fact, Bu Zimo knew very well in his heart that there could be no such thing in the room, he had thoroughly checked every corner of the room before moving here, and did not find the monitoring equipment.

Bu Zimo stood in the living room, he finally moved his eyes to the balcony, the curtains of the balcony were opened, and the curtains were blown up from time to time, blowing on Bu Zimo's body, instead of feeling the cool pleasure, he had a feeling of falling into the ice cellar, he hated this feeling, in the past, when he was still a policeman, he was monitoring the suspect from a distance, and now he is being monitored, he has an indescribable uncomfortable feeling.

"Don't look at it, Officer Bu, I didn't install any surveillance probes in your house, nor did I monitor you across the street from your house, okay, you should sit down now and listen to what I'm going to say."

Bu Zimo's face was gloomy, he really wanted to smash this recorder on the wall, if Wang Hong was standing in front of him at the moment, Bu Zimo believed that he would shoot without hesitation and directly smash Wang Hong's breezy face.

"Officer Bu, I know you want to kill me, after all, your brother's death is directly related to me, but it doesn't matter, as long as you do what I say, I will give you this opportunity, of course, provided that you listen to me."

Five minutes later, after Bu Zimo listened to what Wang Hong said in the recorder, Bu Zimo's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he looked very hesitant, and the voice in the recorder had already finished playing.

"Jingle Bell"

Bu Zimo's mobile phone rang, Bu Zimo subconsciously took out his mobile phone and found that it was an unfamiliar number on the phone, Bu Zimo hesitated, but still chose to connect.

"Hey, is that Officer Bu? Finished listening to the recording, right? What I said, how did I think about it? Wang Hong's voice rang on the other end of the phone.

The green tendons on Bu Zimo's forehead jumped up and down, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and finally, Bu Zimo gritted his teeth and said word by word: "You promise that you can do what you promised?" ”

"Haha"

Wang Hong's piercing laughter rang on the other end of the phone, Bu Zimo heard Wang Hong's laughter, he was extremely disgusted with his voice, he really wanted to follow the phone line to Wang Hong and shoot his dog's head.

"Don't worry, Officer Bu, I, Wang Hong, have always kept my promises, as long as you do what I asked, my life is yours, and you can also get a large sum of money, enough money that you can't spend in your lifetime, when the time comes, you take your sister, that is, the poor woman, and go wherever you want, as long as you don't get caught by the police."

The expression on Bu Zimo's face was cloudy, he was silent for a long time, he looked in the direction of the woman's bedroom, and finally, Bu Zimo leaned back on the sofa dejectedly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Okay, I promise you, but, during this period, your people don't appear in my field of vision, don't come to disturb us, otherwise, you know the consequences." ”

"Of course, Officer Bu, happy cooperation, I'm waiting for you to take my life."

With that, the phone was hung up.

Bu Zimo leaned on the sofa dejectedly, the mobile phone fell on the sofa, Bu Zimo closed his eyes, his expression was very painful, he covered his cheeks with both hands, and a suppressed crying sound sounded, the voice was extremely weak, but it was so loud, as if a lone wolf had been howling weakly after being injured.

I don't know how long it took, Bu Zimo sat up, collected the photos on the table, and then lit them with a lighter and threw them into the trash, he looked at the photos that were devoured by the fire, Bu Zimo's mood was particularly solemn, he clearly knew that the conditions he promised Wang Hong were to make a deal with the devil, and he sold his last soul to keep the woman who was still sleeping in the bedroom.

When the last photo was also engulfed in flames, Bu Zimo smiled, the smile was so sad, he knew that when he killed the taxi driver Song Gaoyang on June 22, he had already sold his soul, his faith, his conscience, and now, he had nothing but that woman.

The sunlight outside the window is still so scorching, and the originally cool wind has become extremely hot under the scorching sun, and Bu Zimo, who was sitting in the living room, his heart became extremely cold.

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In a room in S City, Wang Hong held a mobile phone in one hand and a wine glass in the other, standing on the balcony, looking at the scenery outside, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a confident smile.

A man was standing not far behind Wang Hong, who was Wang Jin who disappeared after the bar fire.

Wang Jin looked at Wang Hong's not tall back, Wang Jin's eyes were full of admiration and admiration, as well as a kind of suppressed madness.

"Brother Hong, do you really want to let the surnamed Bu kill you at the end?" Wang Jin finally asked.

Wang Hong shook the wine glass, the yellow wine hit left and right on the glass, driving the snow-white ice cubes to roll together, the ice cubes hit the glass and made a loud sound, Wang Hong turned his back to Wang Jin and said with a smile: "Of course, when did I not fulfill what I said?" ”

Wang Jin lowered his head, his eyes moved slightly, he knew that what Wang Hong said was the truth, just like when he met Wang Hong back then, Wang Hong personally told him, I can help you take revenge, but you have to obey my arrangement, otherwise, you will die.

Every time Wang Jin thinks of this, he is extremely excited, he feels that meeting Wang Hong is the biggest opportunity in his life, he does not regret embarking on the road of murder and crime, after his hatred is repaid, Wang Jin thinks that he will follow Wang Hong's side in this life, he can do everything for Wang Hong, and even die.

Wang Jin's thoughts, he himself knew, and Wang Hong knew very well, but Wang Hong didn't say anything, from beginning to end, he didn't put forward a sentence and a half, let Wang Jin do something for himself.

Wang Jin stood in place and secretly swore that if Bu Zimo really did that, when Bu Zimo and Wang Hong faced each other directly, Wang Jin would definitely not let Bu Zimo kill Wang Hong, he would kill Bu Zimo as soon as possible, if he couldn't kill Bu Zimo, then let himself die for Wang Hong, anyway, he had already killed so many people, he should have died a long time ago.

didn't hear Wang Jin speak, Wang Hong turned around and looked at Wang Jin with his head down and his eyes were dark, Wang Hong walked to Wang Jin's side, patted Wang Jin on the shoulder, stuffed the wine glass in his hand into Wang Jin's hand, and said: "Don't think so much, live well, as long as you live, you can get what you want." ”

After saying this, Wang Hong left.

Wang Jin raised his head, looked at Wang Hong's distant back, looked at it for a long time, and then slowly retracted his gaze, looked at the wine glass in his hand, raised his head, raised the wine glass and drank it all, and finally poured the ice cube into his mouth, bit it down, and swallowed it with the smell of blood.

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