The Swan Bay Murders

Berlin's brother is here.

I looked at him and felt even more uncomfortable.

The two brothers look too much alike, but I know that the only similarity is the skin. From the first sentence his brother said to me, I clearly know that they are completely different.

We didn't talk much, and there was nothing to talk about, and I was even afraid that he would ask me some questions, because I might not be able to answer them at all.

Until now, the forensic doctor has carried out the autopsy, but I still can't accept Berlin's absence.

A living person, before going out in the morning, said that he wanted to eat hot pot at night. I bought ingredients and his favorite fruit after get off work, but the person was gone.

How can I accept this.

We have been together day and night for five years, and we have never had a quarrel in the five years. He and I are very rational people, and we will sit down to state our views and make decisions when we encounter anything.

I think one of the craziest things I've done in my life so far is being with Berlin.

Because falling in love was originally something beyond my plan.

I'm ready to stay with him until he doesn't want to.

We had a great time and the feeling of being loved cannot be described in words.

He has become my air, and I probably won't live long without him.

But it must be admitted that we have not had any problems in the past five years. My illness is enough to make us physically and mentally exhausted.

Although he said it's okay, that we can fall in love spiritually, but living together, even if I don't care anymore, a man's desire can't be hidden.

We slept on the same bed, but each was wrapped in a quilt.

As the song says, there is a galaxy between us.

Many nights I wake up and hear his stifled panting, I know what he's doing, but I can't bring myself to turn and hug him.

I can only close my eyes and try to distract myself, because if I think too much, I will feel sick, and I don't want to cause him pain, and I can't allow myself to do so.

Those nights, I was overwhelmed with guilt, and every time this happened, I felt like I owed Berlin about as many lifetimes as I could.

In ordinary people's view of love, sex is the catalyst of love. It is not necessary, but without it, it will definitely affect the life of the lover.

Berlin knew my problem, and never asked me anything, even, he only kissed my hand, the palm and the back of my hand, the places he kissed are extremely hot nowadays.

He loves to cuddle with me, replacing kissing and making love with cuddling.

I also like the feeling of being hugged by him, which is rare and very down-to-earth.

But there will be no more in the future, such a hug will leave me forever.

I don't know what Xu Zhao told Berlin's brother, and I'm not interested in knowing.

I don't want to hear anything anymore, I just want to miss my lover quietly.

But I still want to know the result, whether it was homicide or suicide.

I don't believe that Berlin will commit suicide, it doesn't make sense, he can't bear me.

After leaving the police station, I took my brother in Berlin to the hotel.

I politely called him "Mr. Xing", but in fact my heart was hurting so much that I thought I should smile and call him "Brother" when we met for the first time, just like Berlin.

But Berlin is gone, he is dead.

He died, and everything around me seemed to die with him.

The plants we raise may soon wither, our sealed home will soon be covered with dust, and I who was once held in his hands and cared for will soon fall down.

Soon, but not now.

Because I don't know the truth yet, I hope to personally kill the person who killed Berlin, and let everyone die together.

I stayed in the hotel after my brother in Berlin angrily pinned me on the door and let me go.

At that moment, our emotions were completely broken. I knew that Berlin was our common family, and his departure would hurt us equally.

My back hurts from being hit, but I wish it hurt more.

It's embarrassing to cry, but I really can't help it.

I don't know how long I cried, but when I looked up, the man in front of me who looked very similar to Berlin was crying silently against the wall.

I have known Berlin for ten years and we have been in love for five years, but they came to this world almost at the same time.

I looked at him and understood what it meant to be painful.

I suddenly wanted to say sorry to him, but when I opened my mouth, I found that I couldn't make a sound.

I don't know how long after that, it was dark, and the light in the room dimmed little by little.

He turned on the light and went into the bathroom.

I heard the sound of running water, and then he told me to wash my face.

When I stood up, I was a little dizzy, and when I walked to the bathroom door, he was looking back at me.

For a moment I hallucinated that it was Berlin standing there.

Unfortunately, he is not.

They are two completely different people.

We all calmed down, and Berlin's brother took two glasses of water and put them on the table.

We sat on the sofa, one on the left and one on the right.

"Do you know who he has a feud with?" His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were red, and he stared at me after saying this.

I shook my head, how could such a good person in Berlin have a problem with others.

"Did you know," he picked up the disposable water cup, hesitated for a moment and then put it down, "Actually, there is one person who is the biggest suspect."

Surprised, I frowned, desperate to know who it was.

However, I heard him say, "It's you."

I think I heard a big joke, how could I kill him if I love him so much.

From the first day we were together, I wanted to spend my whole life with him. I wanted to be an old man with him, carrying a birdcage and humming a song in the park at sunset, walking along the road. The moat, until we can no longer walk.

I pin all my love and all my hopes on Berlin, shall I kill him?Unless I'm really crazy.

I froze for a few seconds, and then I probably showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

I said, "Brother, how could you doubt me?"

He looked at me seriously, his eyes looked at me with a sense of scrutiny, like a sharp knife, the blade was on my heart.

"That policeman seems to be very familiar with you today." He spoke again.

Speaking of Xu Zhao, I frowned again.

"Looks like I'm right." He took a sip of water, stood up again and walked towards the water dispenser.

"He was my neighbor when I was young." I whispered, "We have known each other for many years, and it just so happens that he is in charge of this case."

"He told me he thought Berlin was suicide."

After he said this, I probably understood what he meant.

He felt that Xu Zhao was protecting me.

"No." I said firmly, "Berlin has no reason to commit suicide. We agreed to have hot pot together in the evening, and we also made an appointment to go to the movies on the weekend. He said he would take me to see you at Christmas and let me When the time comes, remember to call him father, mother and elder brother, he will not commit suicide, absolutely not, absolutely not!"

After talking about it, I was a little excited and trembling all over, as if my heart would stop suddenly at any moment.

That man probably didn't expect me to react like this, so he quickly put down his glass and grabbed my shoulder to calm me down.

I can't calm down, I want to die.

"I won't harm him, I love him." I probably cried again, I didn't feel anything special, just drops of water dripped onto my pants, "I'm going to catch that murderer, I'm going to kill him."

I don't know when I fell asleep, I just remember that I was too excited at the time, and I didn't have a good rest for several days, and then I lost all strength and almost collapsed.

Berlin's brother pulled me to lie on the bed, I said my room was next door, but he ignored me.

He helped me take off my coat and threw it on the sofa, took off my shoes, and pulled the quilt to cover me. From the beginning to the end, he didn't speak, and he didn't show any expression. He didn't even look at my face for a second. superior.

I looked at him for a while, but didn't dare to look any more.

Watching him, especially while taking care of me, just makes me miss my love even more.

I bit the quilt and closed my eyes, but the tears still flowed out. I was so tired that I didn't know when I would die. I was so sad that I felt like I was dying every minute.

I want to know whether it is cold in the underworld, whether Berlin will wait for me, and whether it will be too late to find him after I kill the murderer.

Just thinking about it like this, the exhaustion of the past few days finally overwhelmed me, my eyes were soaked in tears, and I fell asleep in a daze.

I had a dream. In the dream, it was dark on all sides, and I couldn't see my fingers.

There were footsteps in the distance, and I knew it was Berlin.

He got closer and closer, and I was overjoyed.

But when he finally came to me, I couldn't see him.

It was too dark, I stretched out my hand and touched the other person's cold body, I hugged him and asked him if he was cold.

He just cried and apologized to me.

Shouldn't it be me who should apologize? I didn't take good care of him and made him hurt.

I pulled him back, but when I turned around, I realized that I had no idea where the way home was.

I panicked and searched frantically, but there was nothing but darkness around me.

I wanted to turn around and tell Berlin not to worry, I would take him home, but suddenly found that the other party's hand I was holding had disappeared at some point.

I couldn't feel him anymore, and I called him loudly and there was no response.

When I woke up, there was only one lamp on in the room, and I was the only one lying in the middle of the big bed that could sleep three people.

I sat up and saw my brother in Berlin smoking on the balcony.

I got up and opened the sliding glass door.

He looked back at me, sighed and said nothing.

I stood beside him, the strong smell of smoke wafted over, and I took a deep breath of the second-hand smoke.

The moon outside is very big and bright, but I can no longer see it from Berlin.