Starting from you are my glory

According to the plot I have mastered before, it is only the summer of 08. After graduating from technical secondary school, the 21-year-old myself is engaged in telephone line installation work in Nandu City. This is a job with no prospects and no twists and turns.

My biological father, a murderer, will not die of illness until the end of 09, and will apply for early retirement due to illness at the end of this year.

On the way home, Zhang Shanshan sorted out the current timeline and looked up again. The window with thick dark curtains even during the day was right in front of him.

How can I survive this more than a year?

Now Zhang Sicheng's body has gradually declined, which can be noticed from the frequency of torture on himself. After all, it has slowed down from daily to two to three days, and now to almost once a week.

But it was not his intention to sit back and wait for death. It would be too easy for him to just watch Zhang Sicheng die on the bed and escape the sanction of the law.

Therefore, it is very important to buy a voice recorder.

At this time, Zhang Sicheng was in the company. Although he was taciturn, looked like he would avoid strangers, and had a bad relationship with his colleagues and superiors, he was still satisfied with his basic work.

Zhang Shanshan opened the door and walked to Zhang Sicheng's bedroom door in a few steps. Looking at the closed bedroom door, the people in the quiet room seemed to be frozen, standing there motionless.

A sense of fear from the heart made his body resist entering this room. In the small room, there was an old tool table. Inside, there were murder tools stained with the blood of the victims. A few steps away, Zhang Shanshan felt that he could hear the wailing and screaming from the soul level above.

What's even more frightening is that in the box next to it, there are items from the victim more than ten years ago, such as a cherry-shaped hair rope and a strawberry-shaped doll. These are what Zhang Sicheng himself calls 'souvenirs' or 'trophies' , Zhang Shanshan saw him take out tools and dolls more than once, look at them closely with sick eyes, feel them, and remember them.

At that time, Zhang Sicheng would think of the arm he broke while chasing Bai Xiaofu. It was precisely because of that fall that he could no longer use his arm and could not continue to commit crimes.

Then, he would look at Zhang Shanshan with ferocious eyes, ask him to come in, take off his shirt, and beat him violently with a belt to vent the evil thoughts in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Shanshan tried his best to feel the beauty in his heart, and tried his best to resist the wash of darkness. He quickly came to Zhang Sicheng's bed, took out the tape he had prepared in advance, and stuck the recording pen he just bought on it. Under the bed board at the head of the bed, I looked at the time. Considering that the maximum recording time at a time was only five hours, in this timeline without a power bank, I could only click on the time and turn it on a few minutes before Zhang Sicheng came back. Take it out to charge the next day, listen to the recording inside, and repeat until you get all the details of the crime.

There is no basis for saying that, although the murder tool can be used to convict Zhang Sicheng, based on Zhang Sicheng's lifeless appearance and confirmed incurable disease, the sentence is definitely fine, but the details of the crime cannot be learned from the direct criminal. .

Since you want to do it, you have to do your best!

After confirming that it was fixed correctly, Zhang Shanshan carefully walked out of the room, once again confirmed the placement of items in the bedroom and the elimination of footprints on the ground, exhaled slowly, and closed the bedroom door.

The phone rang again. Zhang Shanshan impatiently raised it in front of him. It was another call from his work. After pressing stop, he picked up his package and walked out.

Resign! We can no longer take this class! Must resign!

The resignation process was extremely smooth. Everyone was busy with their own affairs. When Zhang Shanshan, who had been missing for half a morning, came to the company and made a resignation request in the manager's office, he did not even need the resignation report required for future generations. He notified the finance department directly through the landline. Settlement.

After returning the work clothes and distributed tools at the logistics office, and receiving the last bit of wages, Zhang Shanshan walked out of the company and actually felt a little more happy from deep inside his heart.

It seems that I was unhappy in what I did before, or maybe I was not satisfied with this job from the beginning.

It's right to think about it. Before his mother Bai Xiaofu died, although the silent oppression from Zhang Sicheng had essentially broken up the family relationship, her childhood was still very happy, and her academic performance was also very good. At that time Although I can't say that I can definitely get into a good school with my grades, it should at least be better than just getting into a local technical secondary school, right?

After calculating all the money in his pocket, Zhang Shanshan came to the Internet cafe. As a young man who was originally interested in computers, and after the completion of the Honor TV series, Zhang Shanshan decided to earn money through computer technology. Need money.

"ID card."

Arriving at the front desk of the Internet cafe, the cigarette-smoking boss glanced at Zhang Shanshan, then lowered his head expressionlessly, "It's three yuan an hour on the first floor, five yuan an hour upstairs."

"How much do you charge?"

"Let's top up twenty yuan first." Zhang Shanshan frowned in displeasure at the smoky atmosphere downstairs. He took out his ID card and 20 yuan and handed it over. When he took the ID card back, he saw his name.

Zhang Shanshan.

Evil thoughts from the bottom of his heart kept washing over his brain, Zhang?

This surname comes from a murderer and represents the shame and evil deeds that cannot be washed away!

How could I be the son of a murderer? !

How can my last name be Zhang! ! !

Why should I live such a life! ! !

Repeated questions and interrogations made the hand holding the ID card subconsciously start to tighten, blue veins appeared little by little, and darkness also emerged in the eyes.

"Hey." Seeing Zhang Shanshan not leaving, the owner blocking the bar shouted dissatisfied, "I'm sick!"

"Hurry up and find a seat!"

"Don't just stand there stupidly! It's delaying my business!!"

The thoughts in his mind were interrupted by the voice of the Internet cafe owner. Zhang Shanshan turned around and looked at the dissatisfied boss. Then before the boss was about to continue scolding him, he suddenly smiled at him.

"I'm sick."

"Thank you."

Then without waiting for a reply, he turned around and walked to the second floor.

The boss was left in a mess at the bar. Recalling Zhang Shanshan's tone and expression just now, the boss felt a little eerie and terrifying, with goosebumps coming out. He hurriedly rubbed his arms with his hands and cursed in a vicious tone.

"You're so sick! Damn! You scared me!"

The environment on the second floor is much better than that on the first floor. It is more expensive than the first floor. Although there are still people smoking, it is not as dense as the first floor. The air conditioner is also on, so the air is within an acceptable range.

Turning on the computer and looking at the 'Windows 97' displayed on the startup screen, Zhang Shanshan smiled. It's such an old system, but he just needs to be able to operate it himself.

Relying on advanced computer technology, Zhang Shanshan received several coding orders through the Internet in one afternoon. Two of the slightly simpler ones were completed directly. He uploaded the tasks and submitted them. It is expected that the money will be received tomorrow.

There are still a few that need time. I estimated my progress and it seems that I still need to stay in the Internet cafe for a week.

However, the harvest is gratifying. After all, after all is completed, the income will be equivalent to seven or eight times of my original monthly salary. Although I may not receive suitable orders every time, based on this progress and efficiency, basically three After a few months, I will have enough money on hand to do other things.

(The above is all nonsense from me, just take a look.)

It's almost time.

The time on the computer reminded Zhang Shanshan how long it would be before Zhang Sicheng would get home from get off work. After getting off the plane, he jogged all the way to catch up to 5 minutes before Zhang Sicheng arrived home, and carefully opened the recorder under the bed board.

I hope I can record what I want as soon as possible.

The moment he closed the bedroom door, Zhang Shanshan uncontrollably glanced at the place where he received the whipping, and memories began to emerge again.

'Snapped! '

After a skillful slap, Zhang Shanshan, who temporarily returned to normal, shook his head and left the house.

Zhang Sicheng cannot let Zhang Sicheng know about his resignation, so as not to have other consequences. You know, variables are the most irritating, because you don't know in which direction it will develop. Just like the recorder under the bed board, if it is If Zhang Sicheng finds out, he can only break up on the spot!