Chapter 109

  Thick curtains were pulled open on both sides and hooked onto the window frame.

  It's raining outside, rainwater hits the glass window and flows slowly down the glass, forming a water pattern.

  The room was dimly lit with no lights on, and it was barely possible to see things inside. The scenery outside the window could vaguely tell that it was around dusk or late evening.

  Chengzhou was dazed, where was he now? He remembered that he and the kid had been noisy for half a night and hadn't dug out the identity of the murderer from the child's mouth. In the end, they were so tired that they fell asleep. How did they wake up to find themselves here? And looking at the time... Could it be that this sleep actually lasted until the evening of the second day?

  Suddenly feeling something behind her, Cheng Chou quickly turned around.

  All I saw was a girl of about 18 or 19 years old sitting on a single bed, still holding a black-edged videotape in her hand.

  Chengzhou was shocked: Who is this girl? Where is he now?

  The girl with her head hung low couldn't see what she looked like, but her neatly cut shoulder-length hair and conservative clothing revealed that she was a well-bred lady.

  I have no idea what she's thinking about, but she seems completely absorbed in thought.

  The girl's shoulders began to tremble gradually. The fingers grasping the video tape tightened, and in the dimly lit room, her fingers looked exceptionally white.

  Something dripped down from the girl's face, drop by drop, onto her legs and onto the videocassette in her hands.

  Silent tears are more touching than loud wailing.

  Cheng Zhou looked at him and felt his own heart aching beautifully too.

  It seemed like it had been a long time, but the girl finally lifted her head.

  Chengzhou almost shouted out in surprise!

  A face as ugly as can be, looking like it had been burned, stared straight at him.

  It's obvious that this ugliness was caused by external factors. Even someone like Cheng Chong, who has no medical knowledge, can tell that this is a face that cannot be restored to its original state, even if all the plastic surgeons in the world were to work together.

  The destroyed facial features could no longer discern the girl's original appearance, but from her clear eyes, she must have been a delicate and beautiful girl originally.

  Cheng Zhou sighed in his heart. He didn't know what kind of disaster had caused the girl to look like this, and he didn't know how to comfort her. He just felt that this girl... was very sad, very sad.

  ...,” The girl lightly opened her lips as if telling him something, and the bright eyes slid out black tears.

  "What are you talking about?" Cheng Zhou asked her.

  "......", The girl's transforming lips opened and closed.

  What? What are you talking about? Cheng Zhou is bewildered.

  What do you want to say to me? If you don't speak out loud, how can I hear you?

  The girl smiled, her smile was terrifying, but it could feel gentle and desolate.

  She put the tape on the bed and bent down to take out something from under the pillow. It was a photo.

  Chengzhou can't see what's in the photo.

  One side streaming with tears, the other whispering softly, the girl held the photo up to her lips and kissed it tenderly.

  Cheng Zhou had always thought that this kind of behavior was disgusting, he always felt that doing such things in front of others was too pretentious. But now, the feeling of disgust did not surge up, instead, an endless sadness surged up. The only two words that could describe the feeling this girl gave him were "utter despair".

  Putting down the photo, the girl gazed at an unknown place, tears streaming down her face as she forced a desperate smile.

  Chengzhou noticed that the girl's mouth shape when repeating what she said about the photo was the Japanese phrase "I love you".

  She is Japanese, Cheng Zhou thought in his heart.

  The girl suddenly got up and walked to the door, picked up a plastic bucket placed at the door.

  If Cheng Zhou were a permanent resident of Japan, he would have recognized at a glance that it was an oil drum commonly used by Japanese people to store kerosene, which many Japanese people like to use for heating in winter.

  Unfortunately, Chengzhou was not there, so he could only stare blankly as the girl carried the kerosene bucket to the center of the room, watching her kneel down on the tatami mat, place the photo on her leg, and open the lid of the kerosene bucket, without knowing what she was going to do.

  Until the girl lifted up a can of kerosene and poured it over her own head. Then she saw ** pulled out a box of matches from her pocket.

  "Don't——!" He knew what she was going to do!

  But it's too late.

  The match was struck and lit, and the starlight shone brightly in the dimly lit house, looking so warm and inviting.

  The starlight finally turned into a sea of flames.

  Cheng Chou cried out in anguish, hoping someone would hear his voice and come to the aid or stop this poor girl.

  Without hesitation, the man rushed into the sea of flames like a fool.

  He couldn't just watch as this girl was burned alive right in front of him...

  The girl kept kicking him with her feet, wanting to kick him away so she could see better.

  Ow, it hurts! I'm trying to save you!

  It's strange, she was clearly kneeling down, how could she kick me?

  Bang! His stomach was kicked hard.

  It hurts me to death. Cheng Zhou couldn't help but reach out to grab the girl's foot.

  Huh?

  Something feels off in my hand, isn't that girl 18 or 19 years old? How can her foot be so small?

  Pinch, pinch again.

  "Ahh!" someone shrieked in his ear, the high-pitched voice unique to children making his head almost split open.

  Kid? Cheng Zhou was stunned for a moment, and just as he thought of lifting his arm to bring it in front of his eyes to confirm that foot, his arm moved, and his brain woke up with it.

  "Are you still not letting go?" The little kid shrieked.

  Through the hazy morning light shining in through the window, Cheng Zhou discovered that he was pinching a small foot, and upon looking up at the owner of this small foot...

  "If you burn yourself, I absolutely won't go save you. The big man with a chicken gut muttered to himself and threw away the little devil's small foot."

  It was just a dream, Cheng Zhou secretly let out a sigh of relief.

  The feeling in his dream was too real, as if everything had really happened right before his eyes.

  Heaven forbid that something like that happens in front of him. It's too frightening! The most frightening thing is that he actually went to save the self-immolating girl.

  The sky looks great! From now on, I must think more before acting, absolutely cannot be impulsive. This dream is a warning to him.

  He drew a cross on his chest, clasped his palms together and muttered an "Amitabha" and a "Wuliang Tianzun", then turned over to continue sleeping.

  "Hey! Wake up, there's an earthquake!" The child shouted in his ear.

  Deceive people.

  "It's a big earthquake, at that time you don't cry like a little kid when he sees him ignoring him, angry little hands keep slapping his head nonstop."

  Ahhhhh! Who can help me get rid of this little devil? Cheng Zhou couldn't take it anymore and pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

  "Hum! The kid's eyes rolled around, no longer calling out to him. Pouting with a small mouth, he sat cross-legged on the quilt with his arms wrapped around his chest, waiting to see the good show."

  After the quietness beside his ear, Cheng Chou, who was mentally exhausted to the extreme, soon fell asleep again.

  It was unclear how much time had passed, it seemed like one or two hours, yet also only two or three minutes. Suddenly, Cheng Zhou felt his body slightly swaying, as if he were sleeping on a boat.

  At first, the swaying was not very big, and I thought that I had returned to the cradle of a grown boat with little vigilance.

  Gradually, the swaying became more and more obvious.

  The child looked up at the ceiling, where the pendant lamp and its hanging cord were swaying back and forth. Next to it, the TV remote control on the low table suddenly fell over with a "thud". Then, looking again at the big man who was still sleeping soundly, suddenly! The whole house started shaking violently.

  Everything happened very quickly, from slight tremors to massive shocks in just around ten seconds.

  His eyes snapped open and the man who had been hugging his quilt and drifting in a dream world suddenly sprang up from the tatami mat like a carp jumping out of water.

  The man kept his eyes fixed on the wall in a half-kneeling position.

  If someone thought he was still in a daze at this time, they would be wrong. At this moment, Cheng Chou's mind was clearer than ever.

  Everything around seemed to be shaking and the unshuttered windows made a frightful rattling sound.

  The child thought the man was scared stiff, but unexpectedly he suddenly and without any warning sprang up from the quilt like a rabbit, ran to the safe at the fastest speed, opened the safe, took out his passport and wallet, then rushed to the closet, pulled out the suitcase, and immediately rushed out of the door.

  The child stared blankly at Cheng Zhou's unusually swift movements, watching as he ran to the door, only to suddenly stop in his tracks and spin around, rushing back over. Next thing the child knew, they felt themselves being lifted off the ground and caught around the waist.

  Ten seconds later, two guests wearing bathrobes and barefoot appeared in the courtyard of Shan Le Zhuang's other house, with a huge suitcase placed beside them.

  Other guests who came out of the house, either walking or running, looked at the huge trunk together with Cheng Chou, casting admiring glances - how could you still care about the trunk at this time?

  The owner of the mountain villa and the locals were very calm, and they comforted the foreign guests one after another, saying that all the houses in the villa were highly earthquake-resistant, and earthquakes below level 7 would not cause any problems, and today was just a small 5.8-magnitude earthquake.

  Cheng Zhou twitched his mouth and said that a nearly 6-magnitude earthquake was just a small earthquake? Indeed, the national conditions are different, and the views on things are completely different.

  An earthquake of this magnitude is like accidentally dropping a bowl while eating, it will pass quickly.

  Cheng Zhou didn't know how that kid managed to persuade the police to let him stay at Shan Le Zhuang, anyway, now this kid seemed to have become his responsibility, not only did he have to provide for his food and clothing, but also had to keep an eye on his whereabouts at all times, just because this kid was too good at running around.

  It's just that a moment ago when I went to the kitchen to get food, people were all gone!

  He counted on his fingers, it had been four days since he arrived in Japan, which means the public toilet murder case happened three days ago. But until now, the killer's whereabouts were still unknown, and as a suspect, he spent these few days... sigh!

  Not to mention those nominal colleagues who always whispered behind his back, and that terrible Kawabe and Hiroshi who always looked at him with a trashy gaze. The police who came to check on him from time to time basically treated him as a suspect. The worst was when the director said six words to him over the phone: "Come back after clearing your name."

  With these heavy burdens on him, he can't even get a good rest at night, let alone the miserable days. Why? It's all because of that little devil!

  As soon as it gets dark, that little devil likes to run out and doesn't know what's fun about the dark mountains, so he has to wait for him until midnight every day. Sometimes when the police come to raid and check, they find that the child is not there, and he has to drag his two legs to search for him all over the mountain.

  Finally found the kid, was able to crawl into bed and rest, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he started having nightmares again. Either the ghost from the public toilet was hovering in front of him with a scary face, or that ugly female ghost was showing herself being burned. It made his originally bright eyes swell up like goldfish eyes.

  On the fourth day of the murder case, at 1:06 in the morning, the entire mountain villa had fallen into silence.

  Chengzhou pressed the remote control to find a fun program, but after flipping through for half a day, he didn't see what he wanted to watch.

  I remember when I was learning Japanese, the teacher mentioned that Japan has more adult programs after midnight. So he took a nap in the afternoon to prepare for a good look at Japan's late-night adult programs. The result...

  So delicious! Slurp... It's really flavorful!

  A group of girls wearing swimsuits and bikinis were competing on TV for the size of their busts, and Cheng Zhou saw the power of an F-cup bra for the first time.

  When he saw that group of girls with only three small pieces of cloth on their bodies start skipping rope together, Cheng Zhou sat in front of the TV and laughed foolishly.

  Unfortunately, the program just ended six minutes ago. Then the man spent another six minutes searching for a channel, but not only did he fail to find the program he wanted to watch, but also became increasingly anxious. The child still hasn't come back yet.

  The second hand circled around in a circle, and then the minute hand seemed to be racing with the second hand, spinning in his eyes.

  Let's go find that little devil instead.

  Cheng Zhou just turned off the TV.

  "Bang!"

  "Who?"

  A moment of silence.

  "Who is it?" Cheng Zhou got up from his seat in doubt and walked towards the door. Who would come to find him at such a late hour?

  No one answered.

  Cheng Zhou put his ear against the door and listened for a while, discovering that there was no one's breath on the other side of the door. Just as he was about to turn around, a faint footsteps sound came from outside the door.

  Who's still wandering outside so late? Is that little devil? But listening to the footsteps doesn't quite sound like it.

  The footsteps didn't stop in front of his door, and from the sound of it, they seemed to be heading towards the gate of another courtyard.

  Want to take a look? Just as he was hesitating, another fainter sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor. It sounded like someone was tiptoeing. If he hadn't been pressing his ear against the door, he probably wouldn't have noticed these slight sounds.

  Curiosity can kill a cat, apparently it can also kill a grown man.

  The footsteps passed by the door, and after the other party had walked far away, Chengzhou secretly turned the doorknob to open a slit and followed up.

  The mountain villa was unusually quiet inside and out.

  Apart from the night lights at the entrance and in the corridors, almost all rooms are invisible in the bright light.

  Although I walked carefully, the sound of my own footsteps was so clear in my ears. This night was really too quiet.

  The veranda of the other courtyard can already be seen, and next to the veranda is a wooden corridor leading directly to the main house. Outside the corridor is the garden where the owner of the villa shows off his pride.

  The cat slipped through the gate, treading lightly across the wooden corridor, and as it approached the mansion's entrance, its body sank down, crouching low.

  Two people stood on the asphalt road outside the village, and under the dim light of the street lamps, the shadows of the two people strangely overlapped together.

  The author has something to say: I threw a landmine

  Dropped an atomic bomb

  threw a landmine

  Pan Pan threw a hand grenade

  The big red quickly arrived in the bowl and threw a rocket cannon

  Nan Zhī threw a hand grenade

  Pineapple threw a rocket launcher

  threw a hand grenade

  threw a hand grenade

  The pot lid threw a rocket cannon

  Ling threw a grenade.

  The crescent moon threw down a landmine.

  Thanks to the big brothers for sending landmines, hand grenades and rocket launchers. I have no way to repay you, all I can do is work hard on writing stories!