The Swan Bay Murders

I was boiling milk when I got the police call.

The weather has turned cold recently, and every morning I am the first one to get up at home, boil milk, make breakfast, and then call my parents.

The two elders have been living with me here for a while, but they still can’t adapt well to the life here. People, their adaptability gradually deteriorates as they get older. I always miss the old days. Whenever my dad says When I think of his good buddies, I feel a little guilty. I picked them up because I feel that my brother and I are not with them all year round. After I come here, I can spend more time with them. The environment here is better, but Unexpectedly, doing so completely disrupted their original life. The older people are, the more they need company and partners. They don’t know anyone here except me. If they go out for a while, they will cause trouble for me if they get lost. , I was cautious all day long, and I was not happy. I didn't think carefully about this matter.

During this period of time, I have been planning to eat hot pot at home. My dad said a few days ago that he missed the copper pot hot pot in his hometown.

When the phone rang, I ran to answer it, for fear that it would wake up my sleeping parents.

I have to be thankful that the second elder was not on the phone when the other party called, and also glad that I didn't need to face them immediately after answering the call, otherwise, I must not be the only one sitting in the police station at this moment, and I must be breaking down and crying. I can't believe the facts parents.

When it comes to not being able to believe the truth, so am I.

When they told me my brother was dead, I thought it was someone's prank or a scam popular in the country, so I answered the other party, and I even cursed when I hung up the phone.

I don't like it when people make jokes about my family's health and life. It's not that I don't like it, it's that I hate it.

I set up breakfast as usual, and then I went to call my parents.

I didn't tell them about the phone call during breakfast, it was a boring and malicious joke, it's better not to let them know.

After that, I went out to the company, and when I was waiting for a red light on the road, I suddenly felt a little flustered, so I picked up my phone and sent a WeChat message to Berlin.

He still said yesterday that he wanted to come and see us, because he hadn’t been here since I immigrated, and he had only seen this new home in photos.

Because of the time difference, I asked him if he was busy again, but he didn't reply me until I arrived at the company after the meeting.

That's rare, unless he's really busy and doesn't even have time to look at his phone.

When I got back to the office, I remembered the phone call in the morning, and I was a little panicked.

I know I shouldn't be like this, I shouldn't think about whether something will happen to my brother, he is such a big man, he will definitely take good care of himself.

Growing up, Berlin never worried my family.

Until noon, I checked the time, logically speaking, he should have left work long ago, I called overtime, it is actually very common to work overtime, but I was a little uneasy because of the previous phone call.

It was not Berlin who answered the phone, he said his name was Li Jiangluo.

I don't know how I managed to fool my parents and stay calm and get on the plane.

On the other side of the mountains and rivers, they are all telling me a fact: my brother is dead.

I have heard the name Li Jiangluo many times, and every time I heard it from my younger brother.

This time, he said the name himself, and that black death notice.

I still didn't believe it, and decided it was a prank, but I knew that I had to expose this shameful joke face to face, and I couldn't tell my parents that I had to go back to China immediately.

For more than ten hours on the plane, my brain stopped thinking, and there was not a minute where it could concentrate on thinking about things.

I can't think, I can't ponder, I can only let go.

This is the first time that I returned to China, but I was not full of joy.

I was cranky along the way, which is not my style.

I am confident that I am a well-educated person, no matter what happens and whoever I face, I can maintain my demeanor, but I didn't do it this day.

I complained about the crying child in the seat next to me, about the delayed landing, about too many people picking up luggage, about this and that.

I can't calm down, I think, when I see that brat Xing Bolin, I must give him a good meal.

But my self-deception was completely torn apart when I saw the airport news. I stopped for only 1 minute, but every word the news anchor uttered turned into a hard and cold bullet that pierced my heart.

It froze completely after a few violent jumps, like a candle that struggled to burn out, and finally couldn't escape the fate of being extinguished.

I couldn't lie to myself anymore, my hands were shaking while holding the suitcase.

The brat also said to come and see us at Christmas and ask me to get a bigger Christmas tree ready.

In less than two months, he just missed the appointment.

I can't forgive him.

I gritted my teeth and walked out. I had to know the truth. What happened to my brother, I had to know.

There was someone waiting for me outside, and it was Li Jiangluo if nothing unexpected happened.

I haven't seen his photo. Berlin said to keep it mysterious, and there will be bigger surprises when we meet in the future.

He praised Li Jiangluo like a fairy who fell from the sky, he was good in everything, and he loved him very much.

He said more than once that he wants to spend his whole life with this person, and I support it. Although I have never met Li Jiangluo, as long as my brother lives well, as long as he likes it, there is nothing wrong with it.

I dragged my luggage and walked over, and saw a man in a black windbreaker from a distance, with his head down, looking depressed.

Too thin, my first reaction was that he seemed to be blown away by the autumn wind.

This is not the Li Jiangluo I imagined.

According to countless language descriptions in Berlin, Li Jiangluo should be a sunny boy wearing a white T-shirt and carrying a backpack and showing two cute little canine teeth when he smiles. The shop was waiting for me, and when I came out in the middle of the night, I immediately saw him sitting by the window, wearing a dark blue sweater, looking down at a book, brother, do you know what it means to be quiet in time?"

Such a person should be warm, like a little sun in winter.

But the person in front of him was obviously not. The real Li Jiangluo was pale, with blue stubble on his chin, haggard like a drug addict.

I know I shouldn't describe him that way, this is my brother's lover after all.

But there is no way, I doubt him.

I suspect that my brother's death has something to do with him.

That cop is weird.

Li Jiangluo took me to the police station, and when I saw those photos, I was beaten to pieces again by bullets.

The medical report hasn't come out yet, I wanted to scold them for their efficiency, but I held back.

I was anxious, eager to know everything about my brother, there was definitely more to his death than that.

I dare not look at those photos carefully. The scene of death records the last gesture of my brother before he left this world.

Not handsome, not what he should be.

If he could stand in front of me at this moment, I would definitely scold him and tell him how sad he made me.

We are twins. We were almost identical when we were young. He had a mole on his left eyelid, while mine was in the middle of the right eyebrow. For many years, the elders in the family and our classmates and teachers used this to distinguish We are two brothers.

But later, with the growth of time and the change of life trajectory, the two of us also began to become different, from temperament and hobbies to dressing styles. My mother would often say that I was too old-fashioned. Together, it seems that I am three or five years older than Berlin.

We used to like to compare our heights, and this habit has been maintained until now. When we get together every year, the first thing we do is stand back to back, and then see if he has grown taller.

I am three centimeters taller than him, and have been for so many years.

When I came out of the police station, I was blown by the wind and had a headache. I thought, from now on, there will be no one in this world who is so similar to me but so different, and no one will pull me and call me "" "Brother" Then he smiled and compared his height with me.

My favorite brother, his blood dried up on the dark carpet, I wish I could cut my artery with a knife and warm him with my blood, but it was useless, I was late.

The people who walked in front were always silent. Looking at that back, I was particularly resentful. My younger brother once said that Li Jiangluo was his only family member here. Now, he died in front of this family.

The back is very thin and looks pitiful, but if I had a knife in my hand, I would stab it without hesitation.

I want to ask him why he didn't take good care of my brother and why this happened to him.

I want to talk to Li Jiangluo about the things I don't know about his relationship with Berlin.

The policeman asked me if my brother could commit suicide. This question is ridiculous. I know Berlin too well. He loves life and the people in his life. How could he commit suicide.

When the policeman looked at me, there was something in his eyes that I didn't understand. I asked him how suspected Li Jiangluo was, but he didn't speak, and got up to send me out.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by him, when this kind of thing happened, the first person to suspect is of course Li Jiangluo.

"Wait a minute, is it convenient to talk?"

"it is good."

I followed Li Jiangluo to the hotel, and now he also lives here, because his home is blocked and there is no way to stay.

He checked me in and we went into my room together.

The moment he closed the door, my long-suppressed anger finally broke out, I slammed the suitcase in my hand, and pushed him against the door with one step.

I grabbed his collar and gritted my teeth looking at him.

He seemed startled, looking at me with red eyes.

Tears fell when I watched it.

Why is he crying, my brother died and I haven't cried yet, so what is there for him to cry.

We were confronting each other like this, and I watched him shed tears uncontrollably, and then bit his lip until he bit his own lip and bled, and I finally let go.

He didn't go, but slid down the door and sat on the ground with his arms around his knees.

I heard his whimper, and then stood beside him, looking up, but the tears still fell.