Zhou Song hates rain, it can even be said to be disgusting. He cannot understand the poet's feelings on rainy days. For him, rainy days are extreme weather worse than sandstorms and typhoons. Every time it rains, the hazy sky becomes A huge screen of snowflakes, the world is filled with noisy noises, the sky is filled with dense dust mites, and the falling raindrops are the corpses of countless mites.
In order to avoid the rain, Zhou Song once again stepped into this burned-down villa after more than ten years. Only the outer wall of the villa was repaired and it was raised by half a meter. After opening the door, it was still desolate; weeds grew wildly in the courtyard. The dense grass is almost as tall as a person, like a miniature primitive forest. There are insects, ants, spiders and snakes in it. People walking among them are like wild beasts that have broken into this forest. Walking through the grass in the yard, the door of the house is locked. , the fire-scorched walls have become fragile after years of wind and rain erosion, as if they might collapse at any time.
The garage on the right side of the house was wide open, with several pieces of burned old furniture messily placed inside. Zhou Song turned a tattered sofa upright. The sofa was covered with thick dust, and the holes dug out by mice were turned over. The dirty cotton came out. He patted it casually a few times and then sat on it.
Shi Haicheng's hands and mouth were wrapped with tape, and he was still lying on the concrete floor of the garage. He was the one who wrapped the tape on Shi Haicheng's body, and it was he who carried Shi Haicheng in from the door. About two hours ago, he and Shi Haicheng were in the car There was a brawl that was not big or small. Shi Haicheng overestimated himself and actually thought he was his opponent. Unsurprisingly, he was subdued by him. He tied Shi Haicheng's hands with the tape in the car and took the He took out his cell phone and was about to notify Han Feilu when he heard Shi Haicheng scold him viciously: "Bastard!"
Hearing this bastard, Zhou Song put down his phone, stared at Shi Haicheng with cold eyes for a moment, and said with a smile: "I will let you know the price you have to pay for your unscrupulous words."
Then he knocked Shi Haicheng unconscious with one punch, wrapped Shi Haicheng's hands, feet and mouth with tape and threw him into the back seat. He drove Shi Haicheng's car out of the city. Unexpectedly, the rain came fiercely and suddenly, so he turned to the villa to take shelter.
Zhou Song was soaked all over, and a few strands of hair stuck to the side of his face, with water drops hanging down from the ends. Something fell out of his pocket. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was the old-fashioned pocket watch he found in the car. He put the I picked up the watch and put it in my palm for a closer look; it was a pocket watch in the style of old Shanghai in the Middle Ages. I don’t know if it was an old item from decades ago, but the case looked very ancient and the metal cover was printed with With dense patterns of flowers and vines, when you open the lid, the hands inside are still working, but the time is not correct. It is already evening, but the hour hand still points to ten o'clock in the morning.
His eyes followed the second hand twice, and when he turned his head, he found that Shi Haicheng had woken up and was quietly kicking his legs, trying to break free of the tape wrapped around his ankle.
Zhou Song: "Are you awake?"
When Shi Haicheng heard the sound, he immediately stopped struggling and showed fear in his eyes.
At Zhou Song's feet was a folding knife as long as a finger, which he found in Shi Haicheng's car. He picked up the folding knife and walked to Shi Haicheng, squatted down, and scratched Shi Haicheng's face lightly. The tape wrapped around Shi Haicheng's mouth broke, leaving a thin bloody gash on his face.
Shi Haicheng: "Where is this? Why did you bring me here!"
Zhou Song frowned: "Don't be so loud. It's just you and me here. I can hear you." He hooked his fingers on the bracelet of the pocket watch, let go, and the pocket watch fell in front of Shi Haicheng, "What is this?"
Shi Haicheng: "It's none of your business, give it back to me!"
Zhou Song put the blade of the knife between his eyebrows and said: "I am impatient. From now on, as long as you don't answer my questions, I will cut you in the face." After saying that, he applied force with the tip of the knife.
Stab into Shi Haicheng's forehead and slash downward...
"Ahhhhh!" Shi Haicheng screamed in pain, and a wisp of blood flowed into the corner of his eye, "I said, I said, it was the pocket watch that Li Feifei gave me!"
Zhou Song stopped temporarily: "What is your relationship with Li Feifei?"
Shi Haicheng took a few breaths and became silent again.
Zhou Song didn't ask any questions and put the blade across the wound on his forehead: "Don't move, I'll make the sign of the cross."
Shi Haicheng: "She is my mistress!"
Zhou Song: "Isn't your mistress Qiao Qi?"
Shi Haicheng didn't dare challenge Zhou Song's patience anymore. He finally saw clearly that Zhou Song was a madman who could do anything. "Both of them are."
Zhou Song sneered: "You have a big appetite. Go on, when and where did you get this pocket watch?"
Shi Haicheng lay down panting, staring at Zhou Song like a sharp hook: "Let me ask you a question first."
Zhou Song looked down coldly and looked at him expressionlessly: "Say."
Shi Haicheng: "Where did I offend you?"
Zhou Song: "Why do you say this?"
Shi Haicheng: "You are not a policeman, why do you keep causing trouble for me? What does Li Feifei have to do with you? What does Qiao Qi have to do with you? What does my wife and children have to do with you? You and I are both men, why do you do this for me?
They won’t let me go!”
Zhou Song chuckled: "Do you think I am doing it for them?"
Shi Haicheng: "If it's not them, who else could it be?"
There were several ant nests built in the corner of the garage, and many black ants crawled all over the floor. One of them crawled along Zhou Song's trousers and onto the back of Zhou Song's hand. He pinched the ants and watched as the ants were in his fingers.
Looking like he was struggling desperately, he said: "When I was a child, I liked to observe ants, especially their nests. I poured water into the ant nests, threw firecrackers, and shoveled them. I want to know the internal structure of the ant nests.
, I want to know how these ants eat and sleep in the nest. In order to figure out these things, I don’t remember how many ant nests I destroyed. Tell me, who am I doing it for?”
Shi Haicheng understood. Zhou Song compared them to ants. He eradicated the ant nests not to eliminate harm to the people, but to satisfy his curious and perverted desire to spy.
Shi Haicheng: "For yourself."
Zhou Song exerted a little force and the ant was crushed to pieces by him. He wiped his hands on Shi Haicheng and said with a smile: "That's right. I'm not doing it to avenge them, or to help the police solve the case, I'm doing it for myself.
"You are the subject of my observation. I want to know what you have done, that's all." He picked up the knife again and put the blade against Shi Haicheng's face. "You've finished asking your questions. Now it's my turn to answer what I just said."
Question: When and where did you get the pocket watch? Don’t try to lie to me, I don’t like to hear lies.”
Shi Haicheng knew that he could not escape from his hands, and he also knew that Zhou Song would use all methods to force him to speak. This garage seemed to be his desperate situation. He was in a desperate situation but had no choice but to be slaughtered. He was desperate and extremely angry: "
On the evening of June 28th, the unfinished building in Lijing Garden."
Zhou Song: "Did you ask Li Feifei to meet at Lijing Garden?"
Shi Haicheng: "Yes."
Zhou Song: "What happened after you met?"
Shi Haicheng gritted his teeth at first and refused to speak, but the blade slid to the corner of his mouth, as if he was going to cut a gash in the corner of his mouth. Unable to suppress his fear and anger, he yelled: "I killed her! Are you satisfied?
!”
Zhou Song was indeed satisfied, but not satisfied enough: "Why kill her?"
Shi Haicheng: "This bitch! Does she think I don't know that the blackmail letter was her fault? She wants to blackmail me!"
The blackmail letter he was talking about was the one that Wang Xiuyun denied. Zhou Song handed it to Han Feilu, but it turned into a piece of waste paper because Wang Xiuyun defected. Han Feilu suspected that the letter was from a mysterious source.
Dou Qing's hand, but Shi Haicheng said it was Li Feifei's fault.
Zhou Song: "How do you know the blackmail letter was written by her?"
Shi Haicheng: "Qiao Qi wrote an email to Tong Yue to report me, so I asked Li Feifei to help me kill Qiao Qi. Only she knows about me, Qiao Qi and Tong Yue, not anyone else!"
It turns out that Shi Haicheng didn't know about Dou Qing's existence and thought that Li Feifei wanted to take advantage of others. Shi Haicheng killed Li Feifei in order to eliminate the threat to himself, so Li Feifei's death was quite unjust. Zhou Song then thought about it: This was Dou Qing's.
Since Dou Qing followed Qiao Qi, she must know that the murderer who killed Qiao Qi was Li Feifei. It would not be difficult to follow the clues to find out the relationship between Li Feifei and Shi Haicheng. She would definitely think that Shi Haicheng was the first to suspect after getting the blackmail letter.
The person is Li Feifei, so does she want to use Shi Haicheng's hand to kill Li Feifei? If all this is Dou Qing's plan, then Dou Qing's various deeds are like avenging Tong Yue. Why would she avenge Tong Yue?
What is the relationship between her and Tong Yue?
Lying in front of him was the husband whom Tong Yue had accumulated injustice for several lifetimes. Zhou Song decided to find the answer in him first: "Do you know Dou Qing?"
Shi Haicheng: "Who? Never heard of it."
Zhou Song: "Who does Tong Yue have a better relationship with on weekdays? Someone who is so good that he will help her avenge her after she dies."
Shi Haicheng really thought about it: "There is no such person. She only has work in mind. Her close friends are all in other cities and she often doesn't contact her."
Zhou Song's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that the caller was Han Feilu. He was hesitating whether to answer or not when he heard Shi Haicheng shout: "Help! This bastard is going to kill me, help!"
With a cold look on his face, Zhou Song hung up Han Feilu's call and said to Shi Haicheng, "This is the second time you've called me a bastard."
Shi Haicheng: "I'm telling the truth! Do you think I really don't know where this place is? This is your father's lair!"
Zhou Song raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Then guess, why did I bring you here?"
Seeing his smile, Shi Haicheng shuddered: "If you attack me, you won't be able to escape."
Zhou Song: "...Do you think I will kill you?"
Shi Haicheng was horrified, and said with a harsh look: "You are the son of a murderer. You burned your mother and your brother to death more than ten years ago! With your father setting an example for you, you can do anything!"
Seeing Zhou Song's silence, Shi Haicheng thought he had grasped his pain point. Thinking of the humiliation he had just suffered, a vengeful joy and excitement surged in his heart: "Do you know what we people think of you? Mr. Zhou? Haha.
Haha! We call you Mr. Zhou in front of you, and we call you a bastard behind your back! If your family hadn’t been rich, you would have been drowned in spit! How dare you look down on me, even if you don’t look down on me? I don’t care how many people look down on me.
You! Hey hey hey, what are you doing!"
Zhou Song cut off the tape on his feet, grabbed his collar and pulled him up, dragging him towards the depths of the garage. He removed a cabinet, revealing an iron plate on the ground. Under the iron plate was the stairs leading to the cellar.
, he pushed Shi Haicheng down the stairs. Shi Haicheng screamed and rolled down the stairs several meters long. His body hit the hard wall and stopped. He stood up with difficulty, saw Zhou Song walking down the stairs, and couldn't help but drag him by the collar.
Dragging him inside, he finally realized that he was in danger: "Let me go! The police will be here soon. I don't believe you dare to kill me!"
There were no lights in the cellar, and gloomy sunlight poured in from the entrance. The outline of the wooden table in the center of the cellar was vaguely visible in the darkness. It was a very thick elm wooden table, nearly two meters long, and a piece of wood fell on the table top.
There was a thick layer of dust. With a plop, Zhou Song threw Shi Haicheng onto the table. Shi Haicheng screamed and writhed, like a live fish waiting to be slaughtered.
Zhou Song was very familiar with the cellar. Even though the place was in a mess, he was able to quickly find a bundle of rope from the tool box in the corner and use the rope to tie Shi Haicheng's hands and feet to the corner of the table.
The ghosts in Shihaicheng screamed: "Zhou Song, you are a fucking lunatic! You and your murderer father have the same virtue! Don't kill me! Please let me go, don't ah ah ah!"
Zhou Song walked slowly to the head of the table, pressed his hands on the edge of the main table, bent down, and looked at Shi Haicheng's upside-down face; Shi Haicheng's expression was very exciting, both panic and fear, reminding him of the ants rushing out of the hole after destroying the ant nest when he was a child.
Ant colony. Shi Haicheng became a member of the ant colony, panicked, helpless, flustered, frightened, but helpless, and could only be slaughtered by others. He had to admit that he enjoyed this feeling of controlling other people's lives and deaths. Part 1
The first time he felt this feeling was in the old warehouse in the wholesale market in the south of the city. He tied a knot with a rope and put it around Shao Yang's neck, and dropped Shao Yang under the beam of the warehouse. Shao Yang was also like Shi Haicheng,
Struggling hard, like a fish that bit the hook and was lifted out of the water by the fisherman. If Han Feilu had gone a little later, he would have seen Shao Yang hanged to death with his own eyes. But Han Feilu went too fast.
His hope was dashed, which was his regret. But today, at this moment, Shi Haicheng was tied to this wooden table, which seemed to be God's compensation for him.
Zhou Song held a piece of thick hemp rope in his hand and wrapped it twice around Shi Haicheng's neck. Shi Haicheng desperately begged for mercy, but he couldn't hear anything. He tightened the rope and saw Shi Haicheng's face quickly changed.
It becomes red, the eyes gradually bulge outward, and the lips become blue...
He counted the seconds in his mind, and when he reached the twenty-third second, a ball of light suddenly appeared in the dark corner opposite. He looked up and found that it was not a light, but a ball of fire. There seemed to be a person wrapped in the fire, like
The scarecrow standing in the rice field caught fire. In an instant, the fire covered the cellar, turning it into a cage of fire. The flames licked the ground and spread inch by inch. Zhou Song let go of the rope in his hand and stepped back, and was forced into the corner step by step.
, he fell to the ground in embarrassment, the fire burned to his feet, and he huddled in the corner desperately.
"Get away!"
He was frightened and tried to drive away the fire that was burning in front of him, but his arm hit a tall and thin standing cabinet next to him. The cabinet shook twice, and then a wooden box fell from the top of the cabinet. The lid of the wooden box fell
It was thrown open, and the contents inside were also thrown out and fell beside him.
Zhou Song was stunned when he saw them - they were two lion-shaped masks, one large and one small, both worn and discolored, as if they had been sealed in the box for many years.