Yang Zhiwen was constantly controlling his breathing, and I saw him leaning against the wall with one hand, taking two deep breaths and exhaling in a row, effectively controlling his heart rate. When he came back, he smiled softly, but his mood was extremely heavy at this time, and he recalled himself back then.

He remembered the images that had resurfaced in his mind when he had sent the little boy home on Friday, and this time they seemed to consume his mind, occupying the high ground of his mind, and he was no longer rational and became insane.

It was a disgusting alley where even thieves would take a detour, unwelcome, spurned, unable to look directly, and a group of garbage that people called garbage lived, and it was such a ghost place that even ghosts didn't want to come to, and a terrible figure appeared.

The sudden picture overwhelmed Yang Zhiwen, and his legs shook slightly, even if he didn't want to, and then Yang Zhiwen put his hand leaning against the wall behind him and clutched it tightly.

He seemed to feel something, but he couldn't avoid it, he was nervous, he resisted, but it only made him more tired and weaker.

Finally, he remembered. That memory was actually hidden in his mind that never erased, that particular night, the worst day.

The dark and dilapidated empty house, the muddy rain around, the inconsistent lines, the cold wind that swept into the trouser legs before opening the door, the silence like being abandoned by the world, and all the same anomalies as that night, in this warehouse where someone lied about the case and a house where someone had died, he really felt the scene of his father killing his mother that night, and here, he had to go through it again, as always.

Fate did not show kindness to his tragic life, but was like a bear child in a dark room, holding a canvas that could never be washed, smearing it with all kinds of paint, snot, urine and feces, then closing the door and throwing the key into the toilet bowl, leaving the maggots to rot.

Life is good and bad, surprises come together in pairs, Yang Zhiwen has a numb brain, because on the night when that demonic drunkard father killed his prostitute mother in front of him, he killed the bastard drunkard.

Yang Zhiwen, who was standing in front of the door, could only look at everything in front of him through the moonlight, unable to do anything. He could only widen his eyes, witness the crime happen, and remember every moment and every detail.

He really wants to call for help, but what can he do? In this hellish place that is not even a poor area, who will come to your rescue? Here, the repetition of the sound that is staged every day has never stopped, and you can't even think about what the ending is, alas!

Suddenly, Yang Zhiwen heard that the footsteps in the room had changed. The words came to his ears through the empty house.

"Zhiwen, come here, Dad has something to tell you."

Wait, there is something to say to me, there is hope, the tone is inexplicably caring, to be able to live, definitely.

Maybe it was father and son, two words that were unfamiliar to him, blinded his ears, he was not so afraid, he actually walked in that direction.

To his surprise, the little kid with the canvas came again, and he took a tattered doll, which was torn to pieces little by little, glued with cement and mustard, and nailed to the frame.

The huge slap slapped on Yang Zhiwen's face, accompanied by the stinging sensation of pain, he began to feel remorse, knowing that he was a child without a home, he would make such a lowly mistake, he secretly laughed at himself in his heart At the same time, another slap also came and hit him on the other side of the face.

"What are you doing just smirking and standing there in a daze? What about Lao Tzu's cigarettes? What about the alcohol? Did you hide the money? Give me the honest to take it out."

That's right, I repeat the same thing every day, and I forget it, and I deserve it to the extreme.

The drunkard took the cigarette in the child's hand, and smiled leisurely: "It's been all these years, and there are still people who believe in love and let Lao Tzu find a job, don't you play with me?" ”

Yang Zhiwen looked at him sluggishly and reveled in the clouds, thinking in his heart, believe in love, yes, she is not just a prostitute, she is still my mother, am I too incompetent?

"Dog, what a!" The drunkard puffed out a smoke ring and said quietly.

Yang Zhiwen remembered the "truth" that others took care of him before.

You're a piece of garbage, and your only value is for people to amuse, to belittle, to step on your shoulders, to spit on you. You know why? Because you're a piece of trash! If you don't accept it, cut me with a knife!

Take a knife and cut him, hack him to death, and he is dead.

Take a knife and cut him, hack him to death, and he is dead.

Take a knife and cut him, hack him to death, and he is dead.

The drunkard looked at the beer bottle in Yang Zhiwen's hand, and showed a disdainful smile, but people are mixed in the rivers and lakes, and they have to pay it back after all, although Jiang is still old and spicy, but the back waves of the Yangtze River beat the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach.

Suddenly, the drunkard's scorn disappeared in an instant.

"Mom, you're not dead yet! I see your fingers moving, say something to me! Yang Zhiwen's eyes widened, and he pointed forward with his hand.

What the! How could it be, I should have killed her, the drunkard, who didn't have time to think about it, immediately turned around, squatted down, and touched her pulse with his hand.

In an instant, the sound of a broken bottle was heard, and the source of the sound was the drunkard's skull.

And said that at this time, Yang Zhiwen used the usually broken extra-large cowhide bag to put the drunkard who had just succeeded in the sneak attack clean from top to bottom, and then violently tied the mouth of the bag with a belt so that he would not run out, and finally, Yang Zhiwen threw the bag into the septic tank next to the house with the person, and stuffed a fire match into it.

In the end, the sound of fire and screams echoed each other, and the neighbors put their heads under the covers as usual, pretending that nothing had happened.

At the same time, Yang Zhiwen walked out of a building called home, the moonlight quietly shone on his small body, how slender and silent the shadow on the ground was, he walked towards the dark shadow, and finally walked farther and farther.

Everything will be fine, tomorrow will be there tomorrow, tomorrow will be tomorrow.

At this moment, the picture in Officer Yang's mind came to an abrupt end, and the warehouse lights came on.