[Rebirth] King of Theater

The original plan was simply to interrogate (and perhaps test a little) the mother's suitors.

But in the end it turned into a violent liar.

Al was also surprised by this change.

Hearing Luke's question "how to deal with this person", he hesitated for a moment, bowed his head in thought for a few seconds and said, "Why don't you just kill him?"

Manager Taber's eyes widened immediately, and he struggled in horror.

Luke came over, put his arms around Al, bowed his head and said, "Calm down, brother, killing is risky, in case you are found out..."

Al tilted his head slightly, and winked: "Do you know about destroying corpses and destroying traces?"

"You mean..." Luke let go of his hand and lit another cigarette while thinking.

Al turned his head and looked at it, and estimated, "I think we should be able to lift him with his body."

Manager Taber: Woo... woo...

"But it's tiring to lift it, so it's better to cut it."

"Cut?"

Manager Taber: Ugh, No...

"I roughly estimated that if you cut it like this, first cut it into six pieces, and then pile it into a pile."

Al also took a few steps forward and gestured with his hands: "This pile, no, this, yes, it should be about the same..."

Luke nodded thoughtfully.

Manager Taber cried and began to struggle: "Woo... please... woo..."

"This is called destroying corpses, and the next step is to eliminate traces."

"Tell me in detail!"

"Put it in the refrigerator after cutting it? I remember that there seems to be some room in the refrigerator at home."

Al thought for a while and said, a devilish malicious light appeared in those green eyes.

At this time, Mrs. Sylvie actually heard it in the kitchen.

She hurriedly stopped crying, and yelled out, "No, there's no room. The empty space you saw was reserved for the supermarket to buy discounted beef! I've made a plan, and I'll go buy it tomorrow. "

The room was silent.

Only Manager Taber was about to go crazy with fright, and he was still struggling to make some noises: "Woo... woo..."

Luke and Al looked up at the same time and glanced at Mrs. Sylvie.

Then, the two looked at each other and pretended not to hear anything.

"Well, it seems that the refrigerator is not a good idea." Al shrugged and changed his mind.

He walked to the table, took a cup of water, took a sip, and continued, "Throwing it in the trash can is not okay, it is easy to be found. Although the police are so busy and have no time to deal with such missing people, we must also pay attention to the social impact." It is not our Sicilian's usual style to create panic for no reason."

Luke nodded again and again, looking fascinated.

He took a step forward and graciously helped Al put the water glass back on the table: "Then what should I do? Or, feed it to the dog."

Behind the two...

Manager Taber was crying in despair: "No..."

"Feed the dog? God, what did the dog do wrong? Brother, I told you to read more, but you didn't listen! In fact, dogs are not good at fighting in eating. Don't look at everyone swearing and saying to feed the dog, But when it comes to destroying corpses and removing traces, the dog is like a younger brother."

"Uh...then you go on?"

"The best way is to find a farm and feed the pigs. This should be done with a little money."

"What, pig? Do pigs eat?"

"Are you kidding? Pigs will eat anything. And, man, believe me, after we starve the pigs for a few days, they'll see the carcasses like a prime steak, tsk tsk, and salivate."

"Sounds like a great meal."

"Of course, but first we have to shave the bastard's head and pull out the teeth, so the pig won't have indigestion."

"That sounds a little troublesome."

"It's easier to troubleshoot now than to look for it in pig feces afterwards. After all, there are no traces left when you destroy a corpse. By the way, you know? The best part is that pigs can digest bones."

"Wow! That's great, but how many pigs does it take to eat him?"

Manager Taber freaked out again.

Al ignored it and continued, "According to my family's ancestral experience, at least sixteen pigs are needed to handle it at one time. It usually takes only 8 minutes for these good boys to digest two hundred human bodies."

Luke was shocked: "...Cool!"

"Ah... He... Help!"

Poor manager Taber struggled with all his strength and uttered a last miserable cry, and then fainted from fright.

Luke walked over and leaned over to check: "Well, I'm really dizzy."

"Bah!" Al finally stopped pretending to be calm.

He was so angry: "hell, why is there such a disgusting thing."

In the kitchen, Mrs. Sylvie, who was listening hard with her ears pricked up, burst into tears again after hearing her son's words.

Luke couldn't hold back and said, "It's not Madam's fault. The world has changed, and there are always some goddamn bastards who don't do good things."

"But I didn't say anything!"

Al said irritably: "Forget it, don't think about it, get rid of him quickly, I'm fed up with such a bitch in my family."

"Then how about I call a few people, strip him naked and throw him into the garbage dump over there? Anyway, he is shameless, and besides, people often dump there when they are drunk at the garbage dump over there. Even if they call the police, the police will Never mind." Luke suggested again.

"Okay."

Up to now, Al has no intention of objecting, and just wants to settle the matter quickly.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Sylvie was stunned by this.

Holding a machete, she came out with a look of 'I've been ready for a long time,' and asked timidly, "Didn't you agree to cut up the pigs?"

"Ah...ah..."

Manager Taber, who had just woken up from a coma, saw her like this, let out a hoarse scream from his throat, and passed out again.

The room was silent.

Luke and Al coincidentally glanced at Mrs. Sylvie again.

Then, the two looked at each other again, and once again pretended not to hear anything.

"Let's do it then," Al said.

"Okay, I'm going to call someone now," Luke said.

"By the way, after stripping..." Al was still a little unwilling.

He rolled his green eyes, ran aside, tore a piece of paper, took his seldom-used left hand, wrote a few lines, and handed it to Luke: "After stripping, put this on him."

Luke looked down and smiled uncontrollably.

He pulled this stingy, vicious, and tricky guy over and hugged him, and then he turned around and went out to find someone. As he walked, he assured him that he said, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to write it on him, and I promise to do it for you." Take it easy, let you out of this bad breath."

After a while, Best and the others came to the door.

Because it wasn’t really about committing any crime, but just playing tricks on a liar, everyone laughed and didn’t take it seriously the whole time. Before leaving, the smartest Best took a broom and mop to help sweep and mop the floor Cleaned up.

until everyone is gone.

Even Luke thoughtfully left first, and after making room for Al and Mrs. Sylvie to talk...

Alcai walked over helplessly to comfort her, "Mom, don't cry."

Mrs. Sylvie was weeping and choked with sobs: "If you don't cry, do you still have to laugh? I really can't laugh. Al, I have always been the most honest, hardworking, and good woman! But Now, it's all over, everyone wants to see me laughing! I might as well die."

"But it's not your fault, it's that bastard who deliberately lied to you."

"But the flies don't bite seamless eggs, it's all because I'm not upright, others are afraid that I'm going to be a whore."

"Oh, what are you talking about? What does it mean to be unrighteous? Don't say you just met a liar, even if you didn't meet a liar. How can a normal relationship between a man and a woman become a bitch? Besides, a fly Don’t bite seamless eggs! This is very unreasonable. If a fly doesn’t look at it, how does it know whether it is seamless or has a seam? Why don’t you have to go and look at it all day long, and you can’t be sure. After it is seamless, we still need to find a way to make a seam."

"But I shouldn't! How can an old woman who is almost forty think about love like a girl?"

"Nonsense! How can you be an old woman at 40? 40 is the most mature and beautiful age. A man can still find a lover at 50, but why can't a woman! Don't say you haven't turned 40, you are here [-] years old is also very beautiful! It is the beauty of a mature woman!"

"I've been married before and have four children. I'm so shameless that I want to find another man!"

"mom!"

"I should have observed the festival for your father. I should have stayed at home obediently and not gone anywhere... This is God punishing me."

"Nonsense! God is so busy, so he doesn't care about this! Besides, keeping festivals and so on is an old idea from 800 years ago. As long as you want to fall in love, don't say you are under 40 years old, even if you are 80 years old, I support it." You find another one to fall in love with. The premise is that you must find a reliable one, not today's liar bastard." Al said confidently.

Mrs. Sylvie burst out laughing: "80 years old? Then I will become an old monster."

"Nonsense! You can be a beautiful old lady at the age of 80!"

Al found a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and coaxed her: "Okay, wipe your tears, don't cry, my mother is very beautiful, the number one beauty in Sicily back then, how could no one want it! Those yellow-haired little girls are not as good-looking as you."

Mrs. Sylvie was amused.

But when she thought about it again, she cried aggrievedly again with tears in her eyes: "You're the only one who thinks this way. No one likes me. Everyone else is here to lie to me."

Al couldn't help frowning, and quickly took the opportunity to ask again: "What are you talking about, what's going on?"

This time, after confirming that her son would not blame herself and was on her side, Mrs. Sylvie finally stopped talking nonsense and told the whole thing from beginning to end, including being constantly blamed at work at the beginning (bullying), until later this person said that he liked him, so he blamed himself, and that period of very passionate pursuit...

Al became more and more annoyed as he listened to it. After vaguely guessing the rogue's routine, he regretted it very much, only regretting that he didn't hit hard enough just now.

But he didn't want to continue to stimulate his mother's fragile nerves, so he held back his breath and asked cautiously, "Then what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Sylvie was obviously in a much better mood after talking like this.

She looked at her son with some doubts: "What do I mean?"

"Do you really like that liar?" Al asked worriedly.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he suddenly said cruelly: "If you really like him, in fact, it is not impossible to spend some money to play. Anyway, if he is disobedient, you tell me, and I will beat him up again." .”

Mrs. Sylvie looked at her son in astonishment, and her world view was almost completely overturned: "...It's okay, can it be like this?"

But years of traditional ideological education still had the upper hand. She shook her head and refused without thinking for a few seconds.

Almo breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, although he didn't mind finding a man for his mother, he didn't think much of that liar bastard at all.

At this time, Mrs. Sylvie thought about it again, and decided to suppress her embarrassment and confess some of her true thoughts to her son.

She stammered, "Actually...Actually, Al, don't laugh at Mom. Jesus Christ! I'm not, and I don't really like him. After all, he always calls me stupid, but...well, he was He speaks very nicely. He keeps saying that he loves me to death! I have never met someone who 'loves' me so much, and I never thought that there would be a man who loves me, so I just thought, Listen to it more, just listen to it, I don’t even think about what to do with him. As for spending money or something... I don’t want to part with it. Besides, if I really want to spend money, I don’t want to spend it on him. It’s like When buying things in the supermarket, neither too expensive nor too cheap is good. Hey, Al, tell me, is there any product that was originally very expensive but now has a discount? It’s cheap and you can get it? Oops, I digressed. "

Mrs. Sylvie jumped up and brought over a bunch of supermarket promotional posters collected yesterday.

She flipped through them one by one: "Where did you talk about? Oh, by the way, I'm going to buy discounted beef tomorrow. Come over and take a look, look at the promotion column, is there anything you want to eat?

Al: ...

Well, what else could he say?

Mom is really a real person who waits and lives for a while.

"Sir, wake up! Wake up!"

Manager Taber was in a coma for a while before he was woken up.

He opened his eyes, looked around blankly, and found that standing in front of him were two policemen patrolling the street.

Behind the police, there were also disheveled, slovenly men who smelled of alcohol.

"Yes, the tenth one caught today."

"The situation here seems to be the worst. The clothes are gone. Didn't he run naked down the street last night? Tsk tsk."

"Oh my god, how much wine did you drink to get so drunk!"

"No way, there are so many bars in this area, there will always be people like this from time to time, idiots who don't want to face after drinking too much."

The two policemen chatted in a familiar manner.

Taber finally regained a little consciousness, and then remembered what horrible things he had encountered, and sat up involuntarily with horror on his face.

At this time, his throat was sore, his head was congested, and he had no strength at all.

But fortunately, the frightening green-eyed demon was no longer in front of him, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But because the clothes were stripped.

He blushed and turned his back in embarrassment...

But at this time, laughter suddenly sounded.

The alcoholics who were caught by the police all looked at him and laughed, even the two policemen couldn't help laughing.

Taber couldn't see behind him, and his face was full of confusion, not knowing what they were laughing at.

But he didn't know that on his back, someone had already written a few crooked lines with paint:

——This body is for sale.

——As long as you give money, you can receive it!

The author has something to say:

PS. The reality is weakened in the article. In fact, some liars will involve drinking and talking when they deceive people. Anyway, everyone must be careful when meeting strangers.I wish everyone all the best, peace and security, good health and prosperity from March.

PS. Pigs eat corpses, which is useless cold knowledge I got from watching Guy Ritchie's movies, so don't imitate, imitate, please confess to Guy Ritchie, it has nothing to do with me.