Zhangjialou Pingxie Hezhi

2005

Xie Jiuye once said: "It will rain tonight, bloody weather." On rainy days, especially at dusk when it rains, people will have a very distinct sense of being oppressed, so not only Xie Yuchen remembers it, but Wu Xie also agrees This argument.On December 2007, 12, the surrounding environment was not as gloomy as in suspense movies, and the rare sunlight in winter brought a dazzling orange.The orange is very fruity, and countless plants grow rapidly under such a background color.In the damp and cold air, the heat gently licked Wu Xie's skin.

Wu Xie's hand was quick, and he showed extraordinary calmness at that moment, one arm firmly stuck to the neck of that fellow Wang, and the other hand held the butterfly knife, and skillfully pointed at the man. The soft belly pokes away.The tip of the knife easily passes through the old-fashioned down jacket, and cuts through the real flesh and blood. The touch is blunt and smooth.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xie even had an absurd illusion that he enjoyed very much.

The man opened his mouth silently, with a distorted expression, Wu Xie seemed to have heard his screaming with all his strength.

But he has no chance.Wu Xie had already pulled out the knife, and the blade touched the skin of the opponent's neck.The blade was as thin as the skin, but the latter was obviously much more fragile.

With just a shallow stroke, the blood rushed out, and the amount of bleeding was so large that it stained everything red.

Sometimes the distance between life and death is only a few millimeters, Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down on the ground as if exhausted, and picked some valuable things from the blood-soaked, still twitching body.He looked around, retreated into a corner where the sun could not reach, and opened his black bag, which contained a new set of clothes and shoes.

He stripped himself naked at the fastest speed, while shivering physiologically from the cold, he wrapped the blood-stained knife with the changed clothes.A few minutes later, he turned out of the alley and tore off the human skin mask with a "chi la" before being caught by the surveillance camera.

The message in the message box has already been edited: "No. 343 Julu Road, 50 meters east, clear the place, be careful." He pressed the green call button, walked non-stop, and went straight through several old alleys without people , and finally merged into the bustling crowd, filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

The Wang family's method of encrypting information was quite advanced at that time. Every time one clicked to open, the password would change once, becoming another brand new disorder.Wu Xie had a headache with this thing for a long time, and only got Wang's decryption equipment this morning.The small white box looks inconspicuous, but several people have already lost their lives because of it.

The setting sun was fading, and all the hawkers selling lo mei on the street closed their stalls. He got off the bus and hurried to Wushanju.The door of the room has been locked, and the dead body's mobile phone is placed on the table, and the connected equipment is quite heavy.

Today this person is called Sun Di, and Wu Xie originally only needed to get his mobile phone, maybe put him in a coma for a few more hours, but Sun Di resisted fiercely, and Wu Xie didn't have much experience in doing such things. It is inevitable that there is no distinction between severity and severity.

He rubbed his hands repeatedly. After all, he is no longer the third master who does not touch the spring water. The delicate skin he has cultivated from a good life for more than 20 years is no longer there. He added a few more gun calluses to his fingers.

Sun Di's cell phone is basically empty, the communication records are very clean, and there is only one snake in the game, but he has already played level 38 almost.Wu Xie quit the game, and clicked on "Adult Cinema" at the end of the application page.The light on the weighty white box flickered suddenly, and he stared at the light. It was probably the second one in the third row, the same-sex column.

He gave a short laugh, and the page quickly jumped out.But before the series of rather pornographic small windows appeared, a string of binary numbers flashed by.Wu Xie's mobile phone had already turned on the video mode, and he copied it to the paper without haste. That was the latitude and longitude, and the location of the second temporary stronghold of the Wang family was finally determined.

Wu Xie sent this string of numbers to Xie Yuchen, turned around on his shoulders, stood up, made himself a cup of Longjing, and returned to the table.The first thing to do is to destroy this phone before doing a relaxing horse killing chicken to relieve a sprain.

This flip machine is about [-]% new, and it is a legendary brand that can be used to open walnuts.Wu Xie pushed the back cover, but to no avail.He turned the phone over and added more strength.

The phone vibrated suddenly.That kind of old-fashioned machine always looks like it spares no effort when it vibrates, humming continuously.Wu Xie's mood was a little tense, he subconsciously exerted some force, and the back cover flew out with a "snap".

What was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone was a series of fixed phone numbers from unknown sources. Wu Xie waited for more than ten seconds before pressing the answer button.

A trembling voice came from the receiver, with some Mandarin in the Shanghai accent: "Hello, Adi?"

That voice was quite old, reminding Wu Xie of Qiu Dekao.He closed his lips tightly, waiting for the person's next words.

"Hey, hello, Adi, didn't we promise to come back for dinner tonight?"

"Adi? Hey, bad signal? Can you hear me?"

Silence, Wu Xie looked up at the calendar, and suddenly found that tomorrow is New Year's Day.

The old man waited for a while but didn't get a response, and then muttered: "Then I'll hang up first, I'm busy, I'll call you back later, Dad is waiting for you to eat, your mother won't tell me, actually I think you want it Unbelievable, hey—”

The phone was cut off.

Wu Xie frowned, and forcefully removed the battery and pulled out the SIM card.

Xie Yuchen's voice came from the phone, a little distorted, like a photo full of noise.

"Don't take it too seriously. If you take this path, if you are soft-hearted, you will lose first. Let me be realistic. The lives of these people are actually no different from floating grass seeds. You can't pay for every grass seed." ..."

Wu Xie blew out the smoke from his mouth and said, "Others' lives are worthless, so what about my life? What about your life?"

Xie Yuchen didn't say a word. He was exposed to these things much earlier than Wu Xie. Although some words sound unfeeling, for a person like him, they are indeed the iron law of reality, and there is no room for excuses.

Wu Xie finally said: "You and I always think of Pan Zi at this time. We are all human and have feelings, and we will never come and go naked without concern."

"Sun Di has a foreign surname, so he didn't have to die."

"I haven't seen my parents for a long time," he said.

"Happy New Year."

Later, Wu Xie didn't want to be stained with blood anymore, especially the kind of bright red arterial blood that took people's lives.He learned marksmanship, but only used cold weapons; he took a lot of trouble to get a handy knife from Nepal, but used it for self-defense.

Many still died because of him and for him.

He sometimes cuts his own arm with the big white dog. He regards this as a hobby, and thinks it is the same as fetishism, or all kinds of weird sexual fetishes, in order to satisfy a certain need of his own.The pain on the skin can remind him that whenever the death around him makes him feel unreal, he can't help but make another cut under the original scar.The scars were evenly distributed one by one, getting closer and closer to the wrist.

2015

Poker Bottle has many special buffs. For example, he has a very good characteristic, which is his adaptability.Although Pokerfing has lived in the north for more years, he had stayed in Changbai Mountain for ten years before, but when he came to Fujian, a humid place with a lot of rain, he was not at all acclimatized, and he quickly got used to the countryside. The wild life, the sun rises and the sun sets, the work and rest are quite good, and I tried to extend this rule to me and the fat man, but failed.

It was raining outside that day, and there was mist floating in the pond, covering the whole village with a layer of white gauze.In this kind of weather, Poker-Face would not go fishing anymore, so I opened the door and pulled him and the fat man to hoe the big D.The three of us played in the dark, and the small wind was really comfortable, so the game didn't end until the alarm bell rang at five o'clock.

After all, Yucun is a very primitive small place. There are no shops in front of the village and no shops in the back. It is completely different from that in the city. We don't have the conditions to fool around with takeaways.At this time, I can only drink the northwest wind if I don’t cook. I resignedly moved a bench and started peeling garlic. Did not fall asleep.

In the evening, as usual, I have to rub some wine, especially tonight, the wine can't be drunk for nothing.Pretentiously, I took out my treasured Moutai and gave the fat man a wink.It hasn't been a year or two since he has been scrambling on the wine table. He is full of bad water and has various skills of "not getting drunk after a thousand glasses". Even if he is bored, he is persuaded to drink half a catty of wine.He doesn't look good when he drinks, and the wine tastes good. He doesn't like to talk after drinking half a catty of liquor. He leans on the chair and eats slowly.

I was a little nervous, and I began to regret my bad plan, what was wrong with me, and I wanted to pour Zhang Qi's elixir, which was really exciting.He didn't seem to realize that there was something in the drink he was served, but when I talked to the fat man, it always seemed that he was looking at me.People's eyes are hot, and at this moment, I can't help feeling that he and I have our own secrets, as if a big drama of praying mantis catching cicada and oriole is about to be staged.

Fortunately, such a situation did not arise. In fact, Poker-Face spent most of his time on the ground extremely upright.The medicine that the fat man brought over was really good, and at the end of the drink, Poker Finger's eyes began to half-close.

I have to say, compared to before, he is really relaxed now.

I groped from the brightly lit living room into Poker's room, rubbing my eyes vigorously as I walked, to get used to the darkness in his room.

It's actually not very dark tonight, the sky is almost cloudless, and the moon is so bright that it obscures the light from the stars.I can even clearly see the empty bedside table in the room, and the simple pattern on the wardrobe in the distance.

Pokerfinger's self-control is absolutely extraordinary, the medicine that the fat man got can make an ordinary person drink a cup and sleep for a whole day and night.I also specifically consulted the doctor and gave Poker Bottle twice the dose within a safe range. As a result, he insisted on holding on for more than an hour. He dragged his brain, which should have been unconscious, to take a shower before lying on the bed. fell into a deep sleep.

I lay softly down next to him, feeling the soft mattress sag even more under my weight.For a while, my heart beat faster, and I even started to breathe carefully.

There is a nightmare that has entangled me for a long time and cannot dissipate, and it has been bothering me every day recently.I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time, and sleeping pills have long since lost their effect on me. The only time I completely lost consciousness was when I took a nap in the same room with Poker Bottle at noon.

I think his evil and unapproachable physique is really amazing, so I wanted to find a way to catch a sweet dream.The fat man is very clear about these things, but I don't need to explain too much to Poker Ping, especially in the past few years, I have become simple and rude in doing things, and I just half-jokingly half-seriously said to the fat man, why don't you tie up the little brother Try sleeping with me.Although the fat man expressed contempt for my plan and suggested that I directly administer the aphrodisiac, he still helped to carry it out.

I stayed quietly beside Poker-Face for a while, immobility is not a difficult thing for me now, I tried my best to relax and lay on my side, time tick-tock tick-tock with every heartbeat.

It's not for nothing, I said to myself.My phone vibrates at four o'clock and it's stuck in my breast pocket.If it goes well, this matter should be known to heaven and earth, the fat man knows me, as long as the stuffy man doesn't know, then everything is easy to talk about.I tried my best to move myself, arching back and forth like a worm, slowly getting closer to Poker Bottle, and gently pressed my back against his.

Have a good night's sleep.

When I woke up, I first realized that I was not in my usual room, and then I realized that I was the one who ran to Poker Bottle by myself.After a good night's sleep, I don't know what night it is, and who I believe in. I only know that the oil bottle is gone, and the sun is already on my face.

He always went for a run in the morning, and I slept in his room alone until the sun was high.

This cognition short-circuited my brain for a while, and I got up from the bed at the speed of light, and bumped into the fat man with a towel hanging and yawning head-on.He looked at me and said, "What are you panicking about so early in the morning?" He said narrowly, "Brother knows you messed with him?"

I scolded: "Fuck you, what can I do, I slept peacefully yesterday, and there is nothing."

The fat man said coolly: "Hey, what did I say, I mean, are you afraid that the little brother will know that you used Valium to set him up?"

I spent the whole day in fear.

Thinking about it, Poker-Face should have found me when he woke up in the morning, and he didn't wake me up, which should mean that he didn't really care about it.Having said that, when we went to the field before, it was common for three people to squeeze into a tent.But to be honest, it's hard to say whether he will realize that I drugged him yesterday, and whether this will hit his G-spot.

Poker-face sometimes goes into the mountains and doesn't come back until night, but he is a big eater of vegetables, so the fat man asked him to communicate with the fat man in advance about the time of his return to avoid leftovers.I saw that there were about two catties of green vegetables today, and it seemed that Bo Youfeng was going to come back for dinner, and his heart suddenly became cold.I was washing the vegetables, and my heart was bouncing up and down, when I suddenly felt someone touch my lower back.

This part is not a joke. The feeling of the muzzle of a gun on my lower back almost gave me PTSD.I jumped up from the stool immediately, and when I looked back, Poker Ping himself was standing behind me.The summer hadn't passed yet, we were all wearing vests and underpants, and his bare calf just stuck to the exposed skin of my bent waist.

What do you mean, retaliation?I threw the celery in my hand into the basin, unconsciously made a defensive posture, and said, "No...brother, you—"

Poker bottle took a step forward, put his hand on my shoulder suddenly, and said, "There's no need to use wine."

"You can sleep next to me if you want."

I was stunned, realizing that Poker-Face was probably awake the whole time yesterday.For a while, I could only make an expression of "shock", and felt that my face was frozen into a plaster cast, maybe it was still the color of a pig's liver.

Ever since Poker-Face gave me a verbal pass, I began to go to his room with a thick skin and a pillow and quilt to sleep, two or three days a week, and the frequency was quite fixed.When I really slept like this, I also got up like a gentleman, not sticking to the oil bottle, and the two of us each occupied one side of the bed.Both of us have good sleep habits, and no one sleeps like a fat man.At first I woke up early, and if I got up after four o’clock, I would go back to my room to sleep. Later, my biological clock was fixed, and I couldn’t even touch the shadow of the oil bottle when I woke up, but it was all right. , extremely harmonious.

Until one day, the fat man brought back news that a young man had died in the village. He had just bought pickles at our house a few days ago, and the mourning hall was set up in front of the house.

The village is small, and even Poker-Face remembers the situation of that family.The man was only in his twenties, he was a rare young man in the village who hadn't gone out to work, he didn't even ask for a wife, and there were only two parents in the family.At that time, children were born early, and this pair of parents were not a few years older than me and the fat man.

Although the two families are not familiar with each other, they have done business. The fat man decided to give 500 yuan as a favor after dinner. Neighborhood is one aspect, and more importantly, he has a bit of flamboyance in "politics" in the village.

I paused for a while and said, "Then I'll go with you."

On the way there, the fat man told me about the specific situation he had heard: "He had a cerebral hemorrhage at a young age. He walked at night and was cold in the morning. The old couple only had such a son. It was really miserable."

My palms were sweating, so I could only nod my head and say, "It's a pity."

The mourning hall here in Fujian is very similar to that in Hangzhou, but it is said that there are some special customs here, such as "bathing corpses". Of course, we went too late and couldn't see it.Many people in this family did not come back after working outside, and the only ones keeping watch were the two old people.During the wake, men generally don’t shave their heads and women don’t comb their hair. I think even without this old rule, this pair of parents would not care about their appearance. Turned off-white, the whole person trembled like leaves struggling in the autumn wind.

Going back that night, I nestled in my room and didn't want to move, the nightmare easily engulfed me

I had a near-death experience a few years ago. It was in the early days when I started smoking pheromones. At that time, the black blind man gave me a lot of black-haired snakes to sharpen my mind. It was called "training the nose".After taking pheromones, the threshold of the receptors in my whole body is lowered, and empathy becomes easier for me, which paved the way for my game, and it also makes those illusions more powerful. contagious.

On one occasion, unfortunately, I went through the whole process of a desert expedition member suffocating to death in a pile of snakes.Afterward fear, terrible, all-consuming despair swept him and eroded my spirit.The closed space is his small tomb, without a stele or epitaph, as if he never existed.

Later, I experienced many illusions, some colorful and some heroic, but I couldn't get out of this dream.He reminded me of too many things, Sun Di, the seventeen deaths I witnessed with seventeen scars on my hand, blood and hideous wounds.I will also think of my third uncle, and even my grandpa.Are they in pain too?

The matter of life and death is my nightmare.

The long-lost nervous headache came back, and lowered a circle of iron hoops on my head.My mental defenses were originally broken down and rebuilt, but this time the attack was more serious than before. There were steel thorns in the iron hoop, which made me feel pain from body to heart.

Many times I can't think of Poker Ping, but whenever I introduce myself to others and say "My name is Guan Gen", I always think of him unconsciously, and then laugh at myself silently in my heart.

Root, in Buddhism, means "sensory organ", but I always feel that this name is false for me, and Poker Ping is the real person with pure six sense organs.The reason why he is so strong is not only his extraordinary talent and proper training, but more importantly, his calm personality, which makes it difficult for you to interfere with his perception. I don't know where this characteristic comes from.To be honest, this kind of cleanliness is not so easy. I also asked for it later, went to monasteries, read scriptures and copied scriptures. In the end, I was still unable to face the guilt and desire in my heart.

Poker Ping is a man with Buddha-nature and roots of wisdom, unlike a layman like me, who wants to cover up his alias by taking another name.I will never forget the real blunt sound of the knife sinking into the flesh. My hands were dirty long ago, covered with blood, tears and hopeless souls.

Forget it, I haven't sneaked into Zhang Qiling's room for almost a week.The headache is excruciating, and it’s okay to maintain a superficial tranquility during the day, but at night, I really just want to lean against the bed motionless and see it.The fat man prepared painkillers for the family, but I didn't think about taking them, because I knew this kind of pain would make me feel a little better.

But I really didn't expect that Poker-Face would take the initiative to come to me, like me, holding the pillow and the quilt, and walked into my room.He's so handsome, and it's so funny when he does it, I suddenly wondered what kind of image I was before.

I was smoking when he came, and the bed was messed up like a kennel, and I was leaning on it.The cigarette butt was very bright, like a small lamp flickering in the dark, and the nicotine made me fall into false satisfaction and ironing.

I forgot to put out the cigarette for a while, and waited for him to approach, and stretched out my hand to slowly draw the cigarette out between my index finger and middle finger.He didn't use much strength, and I didn't mean to fight him, I just propped up my body and said: "Brother, why are you here?"

Poker bottle put down the pillow and quilt, stood on the other side of the bed, and said, "Sleep."

I didn't want to contact him in such a bad state, and I didn't have the energy to say unnecessary words, so I just said no, and waved to him with the most impatient body language I could make.

My bad attitude didn't seem to have an effect on his mood, at least it didn't annoy Poker Bottle.On the contrary, he seemed to have noticed something wrong with me, and stretched out his hand towards me.I hid reflexively, but he relentlessly grabbed me.I suddenly felt very irritable, and with a "tsk", I got out of bed and walked outside.

It's a pity that my body doesn't give face too much. After I stood up suddenly, my brain was a little bit short of blood. My head was about to explode, and when I reached the door, I couldn't help squatting down holding the door frame.

Poker bottle walked around the bed to support me, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I was silent, and Poker-Face waited patiently for a while, and when I spoke again, my tone unconsciously carried a bit of coercion: "What's wrong with you."

I was relieved at this time, and I also knew that impatience is the most useless when facing this person, so I raised my face and said: "Hey, brother, it's okay, just a headache, it's an old problem."

Poker bottle reached out and pressed my head, and I said, "Don't touch it, it's all sweat."

He saw him nodding in the darkness, but his hands didn't stop.

I was awakened by a loud noise, and my mind became clear the moment I opened my eyes, which shows that I slept for a long time.The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, I picked up the phone and took a look, fuck it, 17:53.

There was a rustling sound outside the door. I don’t know if it’s because I have a problem with my head recently, so I’m very sensitive to sound. I vaguely heard something, and it was Poker Bottle and Fatty talking.It was said that two people were talking, but Pokerfing usually doesn't speak loudly, and his voice is low, so I only heard the voice of the fat man.

The fat man said: "...you finally got together?"

I:"......"

After a while, the fat man said "hmmmm" twice, and said, "...painkillers...you should have called me earlier."

"The headache of naivety is neurological, sometimes heavy, sometimes light."

As soon as I heard him say that, I knew he was going to sell me.

"A lot of people died in that scene. Naively killed someone at that time... who didn't do anything... but... many years ago. I said, if you enter this business, you have to Everyone suffers from this crime."

"You know what he said? He said you were different."

Terrible, I can guess the direction of Fatty's next narration, and now he is going to sell me out.At this time, it must be too late for me to rush out, maybe a change in blood pressure can hurt me to death, so I won't lose face.In desperation, I had no choice but to push down the desk lamp on the bedside table. The metal frame was hard on the ground, and there was a loud bang.

Poker-Face and Fatty didn't go far, and just as the noise stopped, they pushed open the door and came in.I sat cross-legged on the bed, pointed to the mess on the ground, and said innocently: "It fell." By the way, I gave the fat man a hard look.

He smiled guiltily, blew me a kiss, and took the broom to clean things up.Zhang Qiling went out and came back again, with water and two capsules in his hand, said: "Take medicine."

I grabbed the pill, swallowed it with water, thought for a while and said, "Don't worry about me, both of you, neither of you has any knots yet."

Having said that, I raised my head and saw a serious expression other than indifference on Poker Face's face.

Poker bottle said, "Some things are not your responsibility, you don't have to punish yourself for them."

Oil bottle came to my room at night, and I didn't refuse any more. After all, I would feel better when he was there.I remembered what he said to me in the afternoon, and couldn't help but say: "Little brother, but those are my responsibilities. People must have their marks when they live in this world. There is no meaning in life. Who doesn't think about it for this?" I want to live. But over the years, many people 'do not exist' because of me."

"Sometimes, I feel like an executioner. What the fat man said is true. When I killed someone for the first time, when I really felt life passing by my hands for the first time, I felt like I was awakened from a big dream. When I looked at those corpses, I thought, what is the purpose of doing these things?"

"Some people are forgetful, some people are used to it, and they can get rid of these unhelpful thoughts. But I remember, the feeling that human life is as light as a feather, and it just makes me feel like I am also a feather. This may be true...  It's true, but it's horrible, and I can't accept it."

I never thought that one day I would be able to express these things calmly in front of Poker Bottle, but after I finished speaking, a strange feeling appeared.The guilt that has plagued me for so many years, in the process of expressing it, loosened bit by bit, like an inflated balloon that is slowly leaking, as if what I have been waiting for is such a stick that punctures it. Needle.

Poker-Face opened his mouth, and he said: "You're right, it's a fact. But it's not a fact you created, and each—" He pondered for a while: "People like us have to admit it .”

With bitterness in my mouth, I said, "You did better than me."

He reached out and lifted my chin.I was caught off guard, and it took me a long time to realize that he wanted me to look directly at him and talk.

Poker-Face looked at me and said, "Wu Xie, I'm no nobler than you in this matter. I know that it's not the Wang family that settled Sun Di's parents in the end, but you."

He said: "Zhang Haike said that at that time he was sure that the Wang family was going to lose."

I was startled, I don't know where the Zhang family got the information from.

"Don't forget, there are many people who survived because of you." Poker Ping said softly, "Including me."

My heart tightened, and I held his hand almost subconsciously, but he didn't break free.

2017

Recently, an old man in the village celebrated his 110th birthday. The village party secretary smelled the smell of copper, and brought a group of people from an advertising company to start planning a "longevity elderly" project. He wanted to use this as a gimmick to develop a "longevity water source". , Stimulate the economic development of the village and create common prosperity.

Fatty doesn't agree with this. He thinks that such a small village that has not been developed is very precious. After the water plant is built, it will inevitably be full of smog. The economy is second, and the environment is the first.I was very surprised, I didn't expect that Xiao Huangyu would still have this awareness now.

The fat man said: "Shit, I finally waved my sleeves to bid farewell to Beijing without taking away a piece of smog. Now this place with beautiful mountains and rivers is still trying to be the second place in Beijing. I'm afraid I'm out of my mind. Besides, fuck' Longevity' isn't enough place to talk about this dick? Damn, I think my brother is about the same age, what's wrong with Bai Yi, why don't you bow and call him uncle?"

I almost laughed out loud.

Poker-Face and I have been sleeping together every day for two years, but I really don't know his exact age this year.At night, I touched his smooth face and couldn't help asking, should a 110-year-old call him uncle or brother.

Poker bottle pretended to be serious and thought about it for a while, but didn't answer directly, but asked me if I wanted to know the secret of his "longevity".

I said, mostly abstinence.

Poker-Face smiled and shook his head, tapped my forehead with his index finger, and said word for word: "Don't bother yourself."

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