dead dog

Chapter 1 Wedges

In the corridor of the hospital, the policeman in police uniform said to the woman: "According to the regulations, the presence of a guardian is required to inquire about minors. You are his mother. Please come in with me."

The woman wears sunglasses that cover most of her face. Even if only the lower half of her face is exposed, her beautiful face can be seen. Her beautiful face is indifferent, and her words are also extremely cold: "How do you want to ask him?" It's okay, I don't care and don't ask."

Cop: "But you're his mother—"

The woman frowned, and her tone became colder: "I don't need you to remind me that I still have such a bad identity."

The police had no choice but to go to the ward.

"Sea Police Officer." The woman suddenly stopped him, turned her head to him, the dark ink mirror on her face was the abyss of soul sucking, and said with a sneer, "He is a monster, you'd better kill him, or you will regret it .”

As a mother, she actually instigated others to kill her son.The police suddenly felt that the real problem might not be the minor in the ward, but the mother.

The ward was very quiet, as quiet as if there were no living things.The policeman and the young man sat opposite each other at the two ends of the table. The young man spoke first and said, "I know why you are looking for me."

The policeman laughed, "Why?"

The boy is only twelve or thirteen years old, but he is very gloomy. His pale face is very similar to the beautiful mother outside the door, but what makes him and his mother more similar is their temperament. They are dead and gloomy, as if illuminated by candlelight in a funeral hall A pale corpse lying in a coffin surrounded by flowers.

The boy said: "My father is dead, you suspect that I killed him."

The policeman was jotting down the conversation between him and the boy in his notebook, when he heard this, he stopped writing and asked, "Did you do it?"

The boy didn't answer, but lowered his head and asked coldly: "What did my mother tell you? Did you ask you to kill me?"

The policeman was speechless and silent. He habitually held the pen between his index finger and middle finger and twirled it twice. Finally, the pen flew into the air like a bamboo dragonfly and landed firmly in his hand. He said, "Tell me the truth. , does your father's death have anything to do with you?"

The boy snorted and laughed: "I didn't kill him, he committed suicide."

The policeman said: "What happened to Leng Jinghua and her daughter? Your father called me before the accident, and he said that you killed Leng Jinghua's mother and daughter."

The young man lowered his head and spread his hands with a dazed expression: "I don't know, I don't remember what I did..." Suddenly, he raised his head, looked at the policeman and said with a smile, "Yes, I killed it. I killed people. Do you have a gun? Kill me."

Cops don't carry guns, and asking a 12-year-old isn't enough to get him to carry one.

The young man said again: "Everyone hates me, Gu Mingyan hates me, Leng Jinghua hates me, Jiang Ziyan hates me, they all want me to die. Then I'll die, let's do it."

The policeman was silent for a moment, sighed inwardly, closed the notebook, and prepared to end the questioning.

The boy suddenly snatched the pen from his hand, held the pen between his index finger and middle finger and twirled it twice. Finally, the pen flew into the air like a bamboo dragonfly and landed firmly in his hand.

The policeman was stunned. The young man's movement of turning the pen was his habit. At this time, the boy perfectly reproduced the movement of turning the pen just now, and the arc of the raised little finger when connecting to the falling pen was exactly the same.He met the young man's eyes, and suddenly found that the young man seemed to be a different person. The cold air and dead air permeating the young man's face disappeared completely, and his eyes changed suddenly.

The young man's slightly downward-curved lips and indistinctly furrowed eyebrows are very similar to himself, making him feel like he is looking in a mirror.It seemed that his soul was snatched away by the boy, and his soul was poured into the boy's skin, and he became another person.

The boy smiled and said, "Why don't you do it? Don't you all hate me and want me to die?" He dropped the pen and picked up a small fruit knife from the fruit plate, "Don't you want to know how my dad died? ?"

He took the knife and stepped back. Behind him was the window. The window was wide open, and the cold wind of late autumn was pouring in.

The policeman was shocked: "What do you want to do? Put down the knife!"

The young man leaned on the window sill and sat in the middle of the window, like a portrait in the middle of a photo frame. He put the knife against his neck and said with a smile: "His neck was cut off, like this—"

The blade cut into his skin, oozing bright red blood

The policeman ran to him: "Put down the knife!"

The expression on the young man's face seemed to be blown away by the wind in an instant, and his eyes became extremely hollow. He looked at the policeman with a bleak smile on his lips, closed his eyes and leaned back, like a flying swallow The same disappears in the window.

"Jiang Ying!"