rotten love

A private two-story house in the 13th district of Modu, at the end of an unnamed alley.

Inside the private house, Leng Ruochen was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in the bedroom on the second floor, arranging her flaxen-colored long-haired wig, and after putting on her red lips, she glanced at herself with heavy make-up before stepping on her high heels and going downstairs.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw 27-year-old Ling Jue sitting on the sofa and smoking a cigarette. His sparse green beard showed a bit of vicissitudes. Seeing Leng Ruochen coming down, he pointed to a framed [-]-carat oil painting by the door. , Said: "You can come back earlier today, but still be careful not to expose yourself."

Biting his lips lightly, Leng Ruochen hesitated for a while and asked, "How long will it take?"

Looking out of the window, Ling Jue said calmly: "It will be almost half a month."

Choking his throat, Leng Ruochen seemed a little anxious, "Will there be many dead people this time? It will take so long."

Without answering Leng Ruochen's words, Ling Jue got up and walked towards the bedroom. When he passed by Leng Ruochen, he stepped down and stroked her cheek, "Can't bear it anymore? You can quit anytime if you want."

Taking a long breath, Leng Ruochen calmed down: "No." Looking back at the ice-coloured Ling Jue, "I just want to know, what exactly is the new world you're talking about?"

"Immersed in the past, as if in an abyss, how can you see the light and see the new world." Ling Jue said lightly.

"What if I can't escape the abyss?"

"Then I will turn this abyss into white."

"Ha~" Leng Ruochen suddenly sneered, "Aren't you trying to destroy the abyss?"

"Do you think the abyss is hell?" Stretching out a hand to stroke Leng Ruochen's slender hair, "The real hell is outside the abyss."

"Ling Jue." Leng Ruochen called out to Ling Jue who was walking towards the bedroom, biting his lips lightly, as if mustering up a lot of courage, "What exactly did you promise me?"

"Freedom and choice." After finishing speaking, Ling Jue turned and walked into the bedroom.

With a sneer, Leng Ruochen picked up the painting at the door and walked out of the house.

It seems that Leng Ruochen has been following Ling Jue's instructions during the seven years since he came back from Man to Chuxi with Ling Jue, doing many unimaginable things, such as getting close to strangers he has never seen before; intervening in the lives of strangers Obstacles make it corrupt; hide in high school, watch someone.

Every time I use a new identity, every time, I don't know what the purpose is?

In seven years, from District 7 to District 13, I have changed many residences. Although I am trying to get used to the life of Chuxi people, I don’t know why, I always reject it intentionally or unintentionally. Perhaps, I was born in Manhui. This is an inherent bad root.

But facing Ling Jue, he still couldn't understand who he was.

His appearance, his life, everything about him is a mystery.

The only thing he can know is the sense of security. As long as he is by his side, it seems that he is fearless in everything he faces.

And now Leng Ruochen is going to an art university in the 13th district of Modu to meet a student.

The man's name is Yu Yang. He is a third-year art student. He has a violent personality and a poor reputation in school, but he has a high artistic talent.

As early as half a year ago when he came to District 13, Ling Jue gave Leng Ruochen this job, and he still remembers the scene of that night——

"In the living room on the first floor, Leng Ruochen was sitting on the sofa listening to the radio, 11-year-old Xiangxue was flipping through a book of fairy tales, and Anima sat beside the nursery rhyme with her hands on her knees.

Looking up at the time, it was just after nine o'clock in the evening, the sky outside the window was still pitch black, and then the iron gate creaked, and then Ling Jue walked in.

"Tong Yao, let's go upstairs first, my sister and I have something to say." Ling Jue sat on the independent sofa next to the door, and Tong Yao nodded and went upstairs.

"There is a job that needs you now, would you like it?" Ling Jue said as he lit a cigarette.

"What is it?"

Taking a long puff of smoke, Ling Jue looked away from Leng Ruochen, "A model from the Academy of Fine Arts."

Hearing Ling Jue's words, Leng Ruochen didn't seem panicked, and asked calmly, "And then?"

"Don't worry, it's only temporary. It will be over in a few days, but I want you to take this opportunity to approach a boy named 'Yu Yang'. If you don't want to accept it, I can arrange for Anima to go."

Anima, who was sitting on the side, stared straight ahead without speaking, just like a statue.

"Understood, when will we go?" Leng Ruochen nodded and asked.

Seeing Leng Ruochen so calm, Ling Jue seemed very interested, "Why, don't you ask why this time?"

"You won't say it anyway, I just do what I should do." Biting his lips lightly, Leng Ruochen asked: "Then what if he rejects me?"

With a faint smile, Ling Jue sneered and said, "No one can refuse you who are so beautiful."

Afterwards, Leng Ruochen obeyed Ling Jue's arrangement, and on a cloudy afternoon, wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes that did not match his personality, went to the Academy of Fine Arts.According to the information provided by Ling Jue, he quickly found the boy named "Yu Yang". After approaching, he quit the modeling job, and then followed the time and conversation arranged by Ling Jue, keeping distance with Yu Yang. close distance.

Leng Ruochen naturally understood that Ling Jue wanted to use himself to stimulate Yu Yang's deepest desires. He has a violent personality and treats people and things around him with an indifferent attitude.And I also learned that this has a lot to do with his family. His mother passed away due to illness when he was young, but his father was not sad. Instead, when he was in his forties, the married girl lived together and did not care about Yang. .

The young girl has a dissolute personality, and she seduced Yu Yang and had sex with her in her early years, but Yu Yang didn't refuse afterward, but caught her heart and defrauded money from her father for fun.

Gradually, the family's indulgence and personality flaws created Yu Yang's violent personality.

Walking out of the house, Leng Ruochen stepped through the alley, and outside was a small amusement park.Due to the end of autumn, the lawn in the garden has withered and yellowed, but the walls made of boxwood are still green.The lawn is divided into two parts by a river, which are connected by a small wooden bridge. In addition, there is only a small gazebo and white benches standing here.

One part of Huang Yang was leveled, and it was close to a T-shaped fork.

A thick maple tree stood on the sidewalk beside the fork, and the fallen maple leaves were also removed by sweepers a few days ago, leaving only the barren branches.

Unconsciously, she stepped lightly under the maple tree, and Leng Ruochen leaned against the trunk, breathing the cool air calmly.

It seems that the fiery heart has long been indifferent and desolate. It seems that it has been a long time since I laughed heartily, and I have never cried bitterly for a long time. The same face bears the same emotion, always in this noisy city. Wander slowly.

Just staying in place, watching the world that Ling Jue conveyed.

Close your eyes and listen to the passing breeze, it is still early, in the gap, enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

And in Wuchao's thoughts, I saw myself when I was young——

""Ruochen, I'm leaving today, are you afraid? "A little girl about five years old said to Leng Ruochen lying on the window.

In the classroom of an orphanage at the junction of Manhui and Hanchuan, there were twenty or thirty children sitting here and there scattered, with childish faces showing different expressions of nervousness and fear.

According to the Modu Law, on July 7th every year, in order to maintain the social balance of the two districts, people in Chuxi and Hanchuan can submit adoption applications to Modu Prefecture, and Yuman returns to the public welfare home to adopt children. The number varies each year, but most Adopted by Manhui and Hanchuan people.

And becoming a child adopted by Hanchuan people has naturally become the expectation of every child, because perhaps this is the only opportunity in their life to change their identity as Manhui people.

Shaking his head, the young Leng Ruochen replied in a low voice, "Don't be afraid..."

"I heard from the teacher that the adults who picked you up were the same as us before, without parents." The little girl folded her hands behind her back, and looked at the window with Leng Ruochen, waiting for the adopters.

"Are there no parents in the movie?" Leng Ruochen still looked out the window.

"I don't know, probably not. After all, they are all so-old." The little girl prolonged her voice.

"That's right."

"Leng Ruochen, come here quickly."

Hearing someone calling him suddenly, Leng Ruochen turned his head and saw the teacher standing at the door of the classroom, and beside him stood a young couple, looking at him kindly.

"Go, Ruochen." The little girl pushed the shy Leng Ruochen.

"Come on, come on, let's get to know our new parents." The teacher smiled happily.

Looking back at the little girl, Leng Ruochen seemed reluctant to leave, bit his lips lightly, and after a while, said timidly to the little girl: "Yan Qing, in the future...will we meet again?"

"Of course." The little girl named Yan Qing smiled innocently with her hands behind her back.

Hearing Yan Qing's answer, Leng Ruochen smiled as if relieved, but was stopped by Yan Qing when he was taking a step.

The hand on the back slowly stretched out in front of Leng Ruochen, and after opening the palm, there was a delicate glass necklace in full bloom, "Give it to you, you will think of me when you see it in the future."

Leng Ruochen seemed a little surprised, "Didn't your parents leave this to you?"

Shaking his head, Yan Qing stuffed the necklace into Leng Ruochen's hand, "It's fine."

His eyes were flushed, Leng Ruochen embraced Yan Qing with open arms, and looked at the necklace shining in the sun, as if feeling unprecedented happiness, but in the blink of an eye, he was snatched by a pair of strong palms and fell on the ground. It fell off the wall and turned into ruthless fragments.

At this time, Leng Ruochen, who was ten years old, stood in front of the sink in the kitchen at home, with his head downcast, and then he felt a scorching pain on his cheek, and was slapped by his drunken adoptive father.

"What time is it and the meal is not ready yet!"

Biting his lips lightly, Leng Ruochen said nothing.

Suddenly hearing the cry of the baby, Leng Ruochen looked towards the bedroom subconsciously, and then the adoptive father slapped Leng Ruochen on the head and cursed: "Hurry up!"

Biting his lips tightly, Leng Ruochen tried his best to hold back the tears, and then trotted in.

On the bed, a swaddling baby was crying loudly. Afterwards, Leng Ruochen checked and found that there was no distraction. He hugged the baby in his arms and softly comforted the baby. When he looked up, he saw the shattered necklace on the ground. After all, he couldn't restrain his emotions. tears. "

After regaining consciousness, Leng Ruochen wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, and then waved his hand to stop the taxi that was coming.

"Are you okay?" In the 13th District Correctional Bureau, Su Mubing asked with concern, holding a cup of hot coffee and placing it on Chu Xia's desk.

Nodding, Chu Xia reluctantly smiled, and then took out a few photos of the scene from the desk, and said, "According to the investigations of the past few days, I think the three cases that happened on the 8th can be merged." Said Looking at Chu Xia, he unfolded the photos, among which were the bodies of the three deceased, "Look, although the deceased in the Zhengguang Road case had his throat cut, according to the results of the forensic examination, the wound was cut downward at 45 degrees, that is to say, the deceased When he was killed, his head was raised, and although the wound of the other deceased was bitten by a dog, there was a fatal knife wound on the ribs and spine. In addition to the murder case on Lanfang Street, the deceased was cut in half, and from the deceased It can be judged from the posture of falling to the ground that the three deceased were all kneeling on the ground before being killed, so as to connect with the man who claimed to be Beng Yun, I think this is not murder, but execution."

"Execution?" Su Mubing looked a little shocked.

"Yes, it was an execution." Chu Xia continued, "Moreover, we found a woman from the deceased's home on Lanfang Street."

"Woman? What does she do?"

"She claimed to be the collaborator of the deceased, but judging from her attire, she didn't look like that. She was very suspicious. Now she is in the interrogation room, and she was brought here just now."

Seeing Su Mubing turned around to go to the interrogation room, Chu Xia asked calmly, "Is that girl still at your house?"

Looking back at Chu Xia, Su Mubing scratched her hair that didn't itch, "Uh... um, yes."

Hearing Su Mubing's answer, Chu Xia didn't say anything, and continued to do the work at hand.

"I'm also thinking of a way to see... can I send her back, I just can't bear to..."

"I think you should investigate this girl's identity first." Chu Xia looked up at Su Mubing, and then handed Su Mubing a file on the table.

After taking over the file and opening it, Su Mubing saw the file information of Lu Xiaoyu, a 2-year-old from District 20 of Chuxi, but all the information was covered by a huge "false" watermark.

In a daze, Su Mubing recalled the scene of meeting Lu Xiaoyu on a rainy night a few days ago.

Both gangsters wore white masks, very similar to the mask worn by the murderer on Lanfang Street yesterday.

In this way, it seems that Lu Xiaoyu has some kind of connection with this case.

Seeing Su Mubing frowned, Chu Xia asked: "I've checked everything, and she is indeed from District 2 of Chuxi, but the place of residence, the school she graduated from, and her parents are all fake. I don't know if she is from within us." It has been modified, but what is certain is that the identity of this girl is not ordinary."

Seeing that Su Mubing was a little surprised, Chu Xia said lightly, "Be careful."

"Thank you." After saying that, Su Mubing walked towards the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room, two correctional officers were sitting on the chairs, one was holding a pen and paper to record, the other was questioning, and on the opposite side of the table was a woman in a cinnabar-colored wrap dress, with a charming face, and a golden The wavy curly hair also adds to its charming temperament, sitting on the chair with crossed legs.

"Yo, there are no handsome guys here. It would be nice if you came earlier. I told you when you came earlier. Why let these crooked melons and cracked dates stand in front of me, and I won't be in the mood when I look at them." The woman said frivolously.

"Be careful what you say, what a crooked melon!" Xiao Chen, a correctional officer holding a pen and paper, stood up and pointed at the woman.

Casting a glance at Xiao Chen, the woman ignored her.

"I'll do it." Saying that, Su Mubing asked another correctional officer to get up, and the correctional officer said hello to Su Mubing, and left the interrogation room.

"What's your name?"

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Leaning forward and approaching the table, the woman raised her chin and smiled, narrowing her eyes slightly to look at Su Mubing.

Su Mubing took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the woman. After the woman took the lit cigarette, she blew on Su Mubing's face and said softly, "Wen Qiyan." The woman tapped her finger on the table and slowly approached Su Mubing.

"Age." Su Mubing leaned against the back of the chair, keeping a distance from Wen Qiyan.

Seeing that Su Mubing was not interested, Wen Qiyan rolled her eyes and said, "Hurry up, pick up the important ones, I have something else to do, don't delay me."

"Do you know that you are a suspect now, and there is something else, what's the matter with you!" Xiao Chen snapped.

Seeing this, Wen Qiyan didn't argue anymore, and said angrily: "I've said it all, Wang Yanfei and I are in a cooperative relationship."

"Cooperation for what?" Su Mubing asked.

"Wang Yanfei is a sculptor and has been looking for a model he likes to create a perfect work, and I happen to be the person he is looking for, so I live in his house, and he provides me with compensation and corresponding banquets."

"Banquet? What banquet?"

Putting aside a smile, Wen Qiyan joked, "Of course it's a gathering of the upper class. Wang Yanfei is well-known in the sculpture industry. He naturally knows some high-level people and can attend many banquets. What I need is to meet all kinds of people."

"Will you leave quickly when there is a better prey than Wang Yanfei?" Su Mubing said.

Spreading her hands, Wen Qiyan smiled and did not deny, "This is my pursuit." Then she turned cold, "I have nothing to do with his death. I was at my own home when the accident happened, and there are neighbors who can testify."

"He died, you don't seem to care." Xiao Chen was suspicious of Wen Qiyan.

"As I said, we are just a cooperative relationship. We just ask for what we need, and we don't have any feelings for each other. But speaking of it, can I inherit his property?" Wen Qiyan said with interest.

Afterwards, Su Mubing and Xiao Chen asked about other things, but found nothing. It seemed that this woman named Wen Qiyan was just a "cooperative relationship" as she said.

After the interrogation, Wen Qiyan was also temporarily confined in a hotel not far from the 13th District Correctional Bureau.

At night, on an overpass somewhere in the 13th district, Leng Ruochen and Yu Yang were lying on the guardrail, overlooking the night view of the city.

Holding the painting given by Leng Ruochen, Yu Yang said casually: "I can feel that you don't like being with me. Every time I meet you, you seem to be forced, always appearing suddenly, and It always disappears suddenly, it has been a month since the last time we met."

Seeing that Leng Ruochen was speechless, Yu Yang continued: "I don't know where you live, and what kind of job you do, even the name of the part-time model at school is fake, and I don't know what your purpose of approaching me is. What, but during this time with me, I think you should also know who I am." Looking sideways at Leng Ruochen, Yu Yang lowered his voice: "I really hate other people playing with their feelings at will. If you are holding For this kind of purpose, the consequences are very serious.”

"Well, if I said that I really like you, what would you do." Leng Ruochen said calmly.

"If what you said is true, then I want to go to your house next weekend and spend the night together." Yu Yang grinned as he spoke, "This is the best way to prove it."

"I reject."

"I knew it, you..." Hearing Leng Ruochen's words, Yu Yang looked sullen.

"I mean you can't be in my house." Leng Ruochen's voice remained unchanged.

"That's it, hahaha." Immediately looking sideways at Leng Ruochen, Yu Yang said, "You've been hiding everything about yourself. Are you a man of Hui? Do you have a security card?"

"What would happen if I were from Manhui?" Leng Ruochen looked down at the city, his mood not fluctuating at all.

"I will kill you." Looking up at the sky, Yu Yang grinned, "The manhui dog that crossed the taboo wall has already violated the law of Modu, even if I kill the punishment officer, I won't care, besides, I don't care about it. Man Huigou doesn't like him very much, but..." Looking Leng Ruochen up and down, "No matter how you look at you, you don't look like Man Hui."

"It seems that Manhui people are your bottom line."

"No, Manhui dogs are just a category I hate. Deception is my bottom line. I hate deception, and I hate anyone deceiving me." Yu Yang moved to lean against Leng Ruochen, stroking his cheek, " The sudden approach, showing me goodwill without warning, makes me have to suspect that you have a purpose, what do you want from me? Money?"

"Will I approach a student for money?" Leng Ruochen said lightly.

"I wish I had thought more."

"That's it for today, I have to go." Turning around, Leng Ruochen walked down the bridge.

"Next week!" Yu Yang shouted, "Next week! Let me see your proof!"

There was no response, and Leng Ruochen quickly disappeared from Yu Yang's sight.

Walking alone in the cold street, the 13th district at night seems not to be peaceful, the neon lights flashing at the entrances of bars and nightclubs, in the streets or alleys, you can see all kinds of idle and crazy people clustered together everywhere, warning the signal of danger .But Leng Ruochen didn't feel uneasy because he knew that on such a night, there would be people sent by Ling Jue to secretly protect him.

The cool wind was blowing through the hair, and after a long breath, a word kept repeating in Leng Ruochen's mind.

prove.

"Prove it." Leng Ruochen said to himself, and couldn't help recalling the past in Manhui.

After leaving the orphanage at that time, the innocent Leng Ruochen thought that happiness was waving to welcome him, but he didn't think that this was the beginning of a nightmare. Like a servant, he had endless work every day, and naturally became their emotional garbage bucket.

The relationship between the adoptive father and adoptive mother is not good, and the main reason is that the adoptive mother has no fertility. Although Leng Ruochen came back, she couldn't show her feelings for her. Leng Ruochen also tried to muster up the courage to ask her adoptive father, but she couldn't. What I want is verbal abuse and beating. Fortunately, my adoptive mother still loves me very much.

Perhaps it was because of the special status of being adopted, and being ridiculed and ridiculed by the people around him, which made the fragile heart even more humble.

The adoptive mother works every day to repay the huge debt owed by the adoptive father during the two years when Leng Ruochen came to this house, but the adoptive father is drinking and doing nothing all day long. Comforting, trying to ask the adoptive mother to leave, but the adoptive mother never agreed, she said——

"In a few years, when he is old and can't play anymore, he won't find other women anymore, and he won't gamble anymore. At that time, he will come back naturally. Besides, in this boundless land , find a strong man, it will be much safer."

When this answer reached Leng Ruochen's ears, he already understood that hell would not take in innocent people, so he no longer had hope for this family and family relationship.

Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is a young man, he is seven years older than Leng Ruochen, although he doesn't know where he comes from, but he will often accompany him when his parents leave, and will also send some food and daily necessities.And in his spare time, Leng Ruochen is always with him, listening to the interesting stories he met in Manhui, and bragging about fictional hero stories, always smiling at the corners of his mouth, and letting go of his uneasy heart .

In those few years, time seemed to loop forever, with daily cooking, daily cleaning of housework, daily beating and scolding by my father, and daily provocation and ridicule by my peers.

Until one day, Ruo heard a baby crying miraculously, and Leng Ruochen looked at her petite body, not knowing whether he was glad that she came to this world, or sad that she came to this home.

New life?New beginning?new life?

The pure fantasy is always destroyed by the ruthless reality. Since the birth of the child, the adoptive mother has been very weak, and the adoptive father has long since found another love. The adoptive mother said that she didn't know if the child belonged to him, and she had affairs with many men in order to make a living, and Leng Ruochen completely gave up this slim hope.

Man, why live.

Sitting in the corner and looking out the window, Leng Ruochen always thought of this question.

Messy home, sick adoptive mother, newborn baby, it seems that the pressure that should be borne by adults is all borne by myself.

"Then, will it be better to die?" Sitting outside the door, Leng Ruochen asked the young man beside him.

Shaking his head hastily, the boy denied it, "It's not good, it's not good at all."

"But..." Holding his head and looking at himself in ragged clothes, Leng Ruochen seemed powerless to speak, "I'm very tired, why do I have to be so tired, I can't see the rewards at all, so I'm dead It won't be easy."

"It's very tiring." The young man held Leng Ruochen's hands and said with a choked voice, "But if you leave, I will cry. I hate crying the most."

Looking away at the young man with tears in his eyes, for a moment, Leng Ruochen seemed to see the dawn, and felt a kind of unprecedented happiness. It was the warmth of being accompanied by unreasonable needs of others, which made the cold My heart became hot, and I no longer missed the cold world. In an instant, I couldn't help but shed two lines of tears. Leng Ruochen opened a smile that hadn't appeared in a long time, "Me too, I hate boys crying, especially you, Su Mubing."