winter past

Lin Midong glanced at the five-story building across the street.There is a huge fountain in front of the building, and several snow-white water jets rise and fall in the bright yellow light projected inside the building.The gates on the first floor consist of several rows of floor-to-ceiling glass, all of which are open at this time. There is a hostess lady in a sleeveless and slim-fitting cheongsam standing in front of each gate. There is also a small counter for valet parking at the gate.Cars are coming and going in front of the building, people of all colors come in and out frequently, the parking guy wearing a yellow T-shirt, black pants, and a yellow peaked cap on his head has a booming business, and the hostesses are also busy around, they have to guide the guests who enter the door, and they have to pass by. The guests who stumbled out of the building were sent to the car, and sometimes they were pushed into the car by some guests and taken away directly.

The eight huge bold characters of "Happy World Entertainment Center" were made into a bright neon signboard and erected on the top floor of the building.There is no taller and brighter building around.A small patch of night sky above the building was smoked purple-pink by the neon lights.

A woman wearing a tight suit and skirt, with thick black hair, white complexion, and a leather bag came out of the entertainment center. She waved to the hostesses at the door, and said something to the parking boys. In a word, came to the road.She walked towards the bus station where Lin Midong was.

The woman gradually lost the brilliance of the entertainment center, her clothes revealed her true rust red color, the blood on her face gradually disappeared, and her black hair glowed brown.A pair of black stockings wrapped her long legs.

Lin Midong was studying the bus stop sign. There were five buses stopping at the "Tian'ou Road" station. It is now 11:30, and only three night buses that run after ten o'clock will stop at this station. They are respectively It is night 3, night 685, and night 77, respectively going to the city center of Qingshi, the direction of Heishan and the ring road around Yanzigou.They don't have peak and peak periods, and the intervals between runs are always 20 minutes, 20 minutes and 30 minutes.

Most of the shops around the bus station are closed, only one is in the noodle supper business and the other is selling men's and women's health care products, and a small shop selling cigarettes is still open - just behind the station, there is a middle-aged man who looks like a shopkeeper Standing in front of the shop, holding a portable radio, biting a cattail fan and smoking.

The radio was reviewing the major news events of the day, the signal was not stable, the news was broadcast intermittently, and Lin Midong heard it intermittently.What the World Cup is about to start, what my country's anti-drug police died in the Golden Triangle, and so on.

After the woman walked into the station, the shopkeeper tapped the radio twice and tuned to the music channel. A man was singing a Cantonese song, and the shopkeeper hummed out of tune.

At the station, another person dressed as a migrant worker was waiting for the bus with a shoulder pole.The woman glanced behind and to both sides, then moved to Lin Midong's side.Lin Midong was carrying a backpack, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and was still looking at the stop sign.The woman brushed back her long curly hair.A smell of soap entered Lin Midong's nose.He looked at the road.The cars on the road either go to the entertainment center or come out of the entertainment center. Private cars are the most, and there are occasionally a few taxis.The woman stretched her neck to look north, clicked her tongue, took out a cigarette and a lighter from her purse, and lit a cigarette.There is no trace of makeup on her face, and no wrinkles can be seen. Her cheeks are plump, and the red nail polish on her fingernails is also full of color.

The migrant worker burped, smelling heavily of alcohol.The woman tugged at the short skirt that covered her hips, raised her hand to hail a taxi, got in the car, and left.

Lin Midong's gaze fell back to the entrance of the entertainment center.

One after another, people came out of the entertainment center and came to this bus station. Some were in groups, some were men and women, talking and laughing. The migrant worker was still there. Two Ye 3s drove past, and one Ye 685 drove past. , a Night 7 came from afar.The shop owner who sells health care products set up a small coffee table and ate watermelon on the road, then started listening to the news again.

Lin Midong slightly turned his head to look at him. "Bah".The shopkeeper spit out a big mouthful of watermelon seeds, his and Lin Midong's eyes met, Lin Midong was startled, turned around quickly, and squeezed his hands stuffed in his trouser pockets.

His hands were sweating, and his back was also sweating. The weather was sweltering, even if there was wind, the wind was still hot and humid. Instead, he covered his nose, making him even more breathless.

The owner of the health care store let out a loud belch.

The migrant worker grabbed his shoulder pole, walked to the stop sign, looked at the Ye 7 slowly approaching, and yawned.Lin Midong came to stand behind him, he felt for a few coins in his trouser pocket, and held them tightly.At this time, a man in a suit stumbled into the station. He smelled of alcohol and seemed to be drunk. His clothes were torn, and he fell to the ground, muttering and lying on his stomach.Lin Midong glanced at Ye Qi who was about to enter the station, let go of the coin in his hand, walked over and pushed the man, and asked with concern: "Hey, are you okay?"

"Where is your home? Shall I call a car for you?" Lin Midong continued.

"Fuck you!" The man raised his arm and pushed Lin Midong down, his hand was weak.Lin Midong shook him a few more times, Ye Qi came and left again, only Lin Midong and the drunk were left on the platform.Lin Midong squatted beside the drunk man, and asked him again: "Brother, don't lie on the ground like this, it's so dirty, where is your home?"

He approached the man and asked, "Do you live alone in your house?"

"Alone..." the man murmured, and suddenly grabbed Lin Midong's hand and burst into tears.The more he grabbed, the harder it was. Lin Midong was in great pain from being caught, so he withdrew his hand with difficulty, curled his lips, grabbed the strap of the backpack, and left.

The shopkeeper selling health care products looked at him, Lin Midong didn't look sideways, and walked to the next stop.

The next stop, at this time, is still the stop at night 3, night 685 and night 7.On the platform of this station, you can only see a corner of the entertainment center, and some taxis line up on the side of the road.It was past twelve o'clock.The shops near the station have all rolled up their shutter doors, and it is very deserted.

A homeless man came with a snakeskin bag, and he rummaged through the trash can by the station.He was smelly, messy, and scratching his back.

The tramp grabbed some plastic bottles, crushed them one by one, stuffed them into snakeskin bags and walked away.Lin Midong looked around, there was no one else around, the street lights were dim, and the bus was still missing.

He followed the tramp.

The homeless man stopped and went, and looked through the trash cans on the side of the road from time to time. Lin Midong always kept a distance from him—sometimes separated by a crossroad, sometimes separated by a road.There are not many street lights, and the lights are dim, but there are not many passers-by, and the homeless have a striking appearance, which is easy to track.Following this all the way, he came out of Yanzigou, crossed a road, and came to a meadow. The homeless man met a few companions, and they walked together to a place with a bright fire in the distance.Lin Midong had no choice but to move further away from the vagrants. He saw a group of vagrants gathered by a river, where a bonfire was lit, and some small tents made of plastic sheets could be seen.The moon is not round, as if it has been bitten off by a dog.no stars.

Lin Midong walked away and walked slowly along the road.The road was extremely deserted, no car passed by for a long time, and there were a lot of bugs flying around him. He didn't know where he had gone, and he could see continuous mountain shadows nearby, or maybe those were just low clouds, as if there was a forest.He seemed to be near Montenegro.

At this time, a figure flashed across the road, and Lin Midong took a closer look. It looked like a girl, not tall, who came out of nowhere, and was sneaky, looking back every few steps. Suddenly, she got into a forest.Lin Midong followed her into the woods.

The girl was very familiar with the roads in the forest, she walked very fast and in a hurry, Lin Midong walked carefully behind her, not daring to get too close, for fear of losing her even more.It was cooler in the woods, and he was sweating a lot.

The girl met a boy, and they hugged each other. The boy pointed in one direction and said, "There are fireflies there, let's go."

The two laughed.Lin Midong stopped behind a big tree and watched them go away.The figures of the two were stretched as long as the tree.

Surrounded by trees.Lin Midong walked in the woods for a while, and found a small stream. He sat down on a rock beside the stream to rest, and took a sip of mineral water from his backpack.He took out a flashlight from the bag again, took a photo of the contents of the bag with the flashlight, and checked it carefully.In his bag were several masks, a bag of needlework, a piece of plastic cloth folded into a square, two pairs of cotton shoe covers, some pairs of disposable gloves and a pair of cotton gloves, a stuffed cloth bag, and a bag full of A fermented bean curd bottle filled with yellow liquid, a pickled melon bottle filled with transparent liquid, two pairs of scissors - one large and one small, a utility knife, a tape measure, a palm-sized notebook, a red, blue and black Three-color ballpoint pens, a 100ml syringe, and a pack of plastic straws.

Lin Midong carefully took out the fermented bean curd and pickled melon bottles, tightened the caps, and put them back.He re-zipped his backpack, got up, lit the flashlight, and started walking again.

There was a faint fragrance in the woods, and there were still many insects flying around him.

After walking like this for an unknown amount of time, Lin Midong saw a speck of fire, and then he saw the outline of the village.He turned off the flashlight and walked into the village.

The lights in the village also quickly disappeared, and there were no street lamps in the countryside. The moonlight was dim, and Lin Midong walked very slowly and cautiously.When passing by a farm yard, he suddenly heard a dog barking, Lin Midong hurriedly hid behind a big tree, looked at the farm yard where the dog barked, and heard a woman screaming: "Fuck you Mom! Call a ghost!"

A woman came cursing along a country lane.

The dog barked twice more.The woman cursed again.

She was very small, she wore a dress, about blue, her legs were wrapped in black stockings, the stockings had two big holes in them, her hair was messed up, the dog was still barking, the woman shrunk her shoulders and cursed It got worse, she lit a cigarette, and suddenly she tilted her body, and almost fell to the ground.It turned out that the heel of the high-heeled shoe on her left foot was broken.She picked up the heel angrily and limped on the road.She looked really embarrassed.

Lin Midong swallowed his saliva, and followed the woman on tiptoe.

When passing by a bungalow, the woman patted the door panel twice and said, "Old Wang! I want to make a call! Old Wang!"

After a while, a man in a vest and shorts opened the door and handed out a landline.The man holds the phone and the woman calls.

Lin Midong took advantage of this to put on disposable gloves and shoe covers.

The phone was connected, and the woman put one hand on her hip, said "Hello", and after listening to the other party for a while, she raised her voice and said, "It's because my son is going home tomorrow, so I left early! Listen to those gangsters The bitch is talking nonsense, if you don't believe me, come and see for yourself," she waved the high heels she was holding, "I live alone, how can I do business here! It's a fucking corner, who will come Patronize?"

The woman also said: "I can't do it tomorrow morning, I have to clean up the house, can't I set up a table of good food?"

She hung up the phone with a "click", leaned against the door, bent over and rubbed her ankles, and smoked.The man looked at her chest and asked her, "What happened to your shoes?"

The woman ignored him, the man went in holding the phone, and soon, he came out with a pair of slippers.The slippers were a bit big, the woman put on the slippers and patted the man's face: "Your ones?"

The man asked her something, his voice was so soft that Lin Midong couldn't hear her.The woman pushed the man away and said, "Didn't you hear that just now? Not tomorrow, my son is going home, he finally came back once."

The man touched the woman's hand resentfully: "Then I'll see you off, it's so late."

The woman pouted her chin inward, and heard another woman in the room shouting: "What are you talking about? Are you done calling??! Are you calling his mother's hell in the middle of the night?"

The man shivered, and whispered: "Call back." He hastily closed the door.

The woman hugged her high-heeled shoes and slipped on slippers that were several sizes too big, spat on the ground, dropped her cigarette butt, and left.

Lin Midong continued to follow this woman.About 10 minutes later, the woman stopped in front of a wooden door of a house. She lowered her head and rummaged through her bag for something. to open the door.The pair of high-heeled shoes in her arms fell to the ground with a "click".

Lin Midong walked over in two steps at a time, waved the flashlight, and hit the woman on the back of the head.

The woman fell forward, pushing open the wooden door, and her purse fell to the floor, spilling its contents.The smell of alcohol and tobacco on her body was almost pungent.

Lin Midong hurriedly grabbed the woman from under his arm, and helped her to enter the door. Behind the door was a small courtyard. In the courtyard was a wooden table with a can of paint and some painting tools beside it. The wooden table was faintly blue. of.There was only a low earthen house, and there were no dogs or other animals.Lin Midong put the woman on the ground, went out and picked up all the things that fell out of the woman's purse back into the purse, zipped up the purse, grabbed the high-heeled shoe, and put them together in his arms. He looked up and looked at the door. The house number on it: No. 64.He looked around again, but there was no one there.The night in the village was very quiet.

Lin Midong hugged the pile of things and closed the courtyard door.There was a latch on the back of the door, and he locked it.

He unlocked the door of the earthen house with the woman's key, and sneaked in. There was no one behind the door, and the woman lived alone.

There is not even any furniture behind the door. Entering the door is a kitchen with an earthen stove. There is a cupboard and some firewood piled on the floor. There is a curtain on the south wall. Behind the curtain is a bedroom with a wooden bed beside the bed. There is an electric fan and a chest of drawers.A small window in the room was closed.

The floor is concrete and there is a small cubicle in the bedroom.The floor was tiled, there was no door, there was a squat toilet in the cubicle, and a hook hung on one wall from which hung a water pipe that connected to a faucet on the floor.There are several stacked washbasins, a bucket, and a mop on the ground.There are two pairs of women's underwear in the top washbasin.

There's a spout on the ground, right next to the bucket.There are toothbrushes, cups and a few towels in the bucket.

On another wall hung a small, round mirror.

A stench rose from the dark drain of the squat toilet.

Lin Midong first put the woman's shoes and purse on the bed, and then carried her into the cubicle.Women are thin.He took off the slippers on her feet, put her on the ground, and leaned her head against the squatting toilet. Then, he returned to the bed, put down his backpack, took out all the things in the bag, and put them on the on the ground.He took off the shoe covers and shoes, undressed, folded the clothes, put them on the bed, put on two masks, only the watch and underwear were left on his body, and he put on women's big slippers, which were not his size either, Bigger.He picked up the piece of plastic and went back to the cubicle, laid it on the floor, and pushed the woman onto the plastic.He went to the kitchen to find a kitchen knife, a bottle of mature vinegar, some candles and matches. He saw a box of chocolate biscuits in the cupboard and took it too. He also took the measuring tape he brought, the bulging cloth The bag, needle and thread, utility knife, syringe, two straws, and the pickled melon bottle filled with clear liquid went back to the compartment.

He put these things in the place where he entered the door, lit all the candles first, and the compartment was lit up.He took off the woman's clothes, stockings, bracelets, rings, and necklaces, and put them into the plastic basin for underwear, measured the woman's height with a tape measure, hugged her and weighed her, tied her hands with stockings Behind her back, she stuffed her mouth with underwear, took a plastic basin, put the water pipe on the side of the basin, poured about one-tenth of the transparent liquid into the basin, turned on the faucet, and added some water into it. Stir it with a woman's hand, and the water pattern keeps spinning.

After the water streaks in the plastic basin disappeared, he grabbed the woman's hair, leaned over the squat toilet, and cut her right neck obliquely with a kitchen knife.He glanced at the time, it was ten past two.

After the woman bled for a while, her body began to twitch and struggle, her feet kicked on the plastic sheet, and her mouth made a whining sound.He stepped on the woman's left waist with one foot, and after a while, the woman stopped struggling, made two farting sounds, and the smell of feces and urine filled the air. Lin Midong looked at the time again, it was 22:[-].The woman died.

Lin Midong loosened the woman's hair, took off the panties from her mouth, untied the stockings on her wrists, cut open her abdomen with a utility knife, pulled out the internal organs, and threw them into the It's in the plastic bucket that holds the toiletries at hand.He flushed the woman's body with clean water, and the blood flowed into the dry toilet and drained down.

He dug in the plastic bucket again, took out a towel, soaked it in the liquid diluted with water, and wiped it inside the woman's body.The towel was soon stained with blood and felt very sticky. He threw away the towel, washed his hands, and dried his hands. He went to get the cloth bag and opened it. It was full of leaves, grass, stems, and flowers. He stuffed them into the woman's stomach, took a needle and thread, threaded the needle, squatted on the ground, and carefully sewed up the wound on the woman's abdomen.He didn't run out of thread, so he stuck the needle into the woman's body, washed his hands again, put the cloth bag back at the door, and took the straw and syringe.

Lin Midong raised his arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead, moved it to the woman's neck, patted her neck twice, found a blood vessel in her left neck, cut it lightly with a utility knife, stretched out his hand I went in and picked it out, then cut it again with a utility knife, inserted a straw in it, sucked some diluted transparent liquid, and punched it into her body through the straw.

After about five injections, he cut open the woman's thigh with a utility knife, inserted a straw there, and pumped liquid into the woman's body.

Another five injections were injected, and the liquid in the plastic basin bottomed out. He sweated a lot and his belly was pounding. He washed his hands, brought in the box of biscuits at the door, and squatted next to the woman to eat the biscuits.

After eating a few biscuits, he diluted and reconciled another pot of liquid, and continued to infuse the woman's body, so he infused three pots of liquid into it.He opened the woman's eyelids and looked, and her eyeballs bulged.Lin Midong pricked each of her two eyeballs and continued the infusion.At this time, he was already sweating profusely.Lin Midong sighed, and after giving the woman another three pots of liquid, he washed his hands, washed his body and feet, went outside and dragged the electric fan, plugged it in, and blew on the cubicle.

His stomach growled again, and he ate biscuits again, blowing the air while eating, and doing arithmetic while muttering.

"1.5 meters two, 20.00% concentration, one hundred milliliters, one pot of five hundred milliliters, five, no, six...three liters..."

After a while, he stopped sweating, looked at the woman, and gave her another two pots of infusion, then pulled out the straw on the woman's thigh, sewed up the wound with a needle and thread, and then treated the woman's right neck in the same way. and a wound on the left neck.He had just run out of thread, and he threw the needle, thread and straw into the squat toilet, rinsed the woman's body with cold water, rubbed her body well with vinegar, and rinsed her back and forth, up and down , washed himself again.He carried the woman to the bed.

The woman's hair was wet, he let her head hang by the bed, found a piece of her clothes, wiped her hair for a while, then went back to the cubicle to rinse the plastic cloth, syringe, plastic basin, holding the The plastic sheet went to the yard and hung it on the wooden table.

He put the syringe, the cloth bag and the pickled melon bottle back into the backpack.He sat next to the woman, picked up a notebook and a ballpoint pen, and carefully recorded: 152m, 4 liters of antiseptic liquid?

He looked at the woman. There were some dense stretch marks on her stomach, and there were several scars on her left wrist. She had painted blue nail polish, but the nail polish had begun to crumble, and her toenails were also blue. Also began to be incomplete, broken...

Lin Midong took two quick breaths, went to the yard again, took a small paintbrush in, went to the kitchen to get a bowl, poured some yellow liquid from the fermented bean curd bottle into the bowl, and dipped the paintbrush into the bowl. A little, carefully, carefully brush on the woman's face.

A sour smell came out, and under the sour smell was the aroma of flowers and oil.Lin Midong took a deep breath, sat on the ground, and repeatedly brushed the woman's face.After one bowl of liquid was finished, he poured out the second bowl and began to brush the woman's upper body, the third bowl, the fourth bowl...he had reached the woman's lower body.The small closed window reveals the blue sky.

Soon, the sun came out.

When Lin Midong brushed the sixth bowl of yellow potion on the woman, it was already very bright, and the sun shone in, scorching hot.The sourness is gone and the woman smells good.

He recorded in his notebook: six times?

He stopped, took a biscuit, ate it and walked around the room. He found a bottle of blue nail polish and a pair of nail clippers from the chest of drawers.He trimmed and repainted the woman's nails.The woman's hands are small, with slender fingers.After painting the woman's left hand, Lin Midong glanced at her, her expression was calm, her eyes and mouth were tightly closed.Her hair is dry.Lin Midong adjusted the woman to a position where her head was resting on a pillow and she was lying flat on her back.

He put her purse on her right hand, and he glued the broken high-heeled shoe together.The glue was found in the second drawer of the chest of drawers.

When he looked at the woman on the bed again, he suddenly felt an unprecedented comfort, an unprecedented tiredness.He sat on the ground, lying beside the woman's bed, held her hand, and looked at her quietly.

He fell asleep.

When Lin Midong woke up, he saw a little boy standing silently at the end of the bed with his head lowered, holding a bottle of nail polish in one hand, and brushing nail polish on a woman's toes with the other.The boy was wearing a school uniform, and there was a lot of dust on the school uniform.There is a schoolbag at the boy's feet.

Lin Midong grabbed the utility knife in his hand and glanced out of the window, the courtyard door was still locked.In the distance came the rumble of a tractor.

The boy looked up at him.His bangs were wet with sweat.

Lin Midong moved the electric fan to the side of the bed, blowing air on the boy.The boy lowered his head again, stomach rumbling, lowering his head even lower.Lin Midong brought him a biscuit box, and the boy took a biscuit and took a small bite.Lin Midong took the nail polish and brush in his hand, squatted down, and brushed the nail polish on the woman's toenails.

The wind blew their hair up.The boy ate the biscuit silently and gently stroked the woman's instep.

After putting a new layer of nail polish on the last piece of the woman's toenail, Lin Midong put on his clothes and went to the yard to collect the dried plastic sheets, folded them into squares, Putting the things spread out on the floor in the room into his backpack, he tightened the caps of the two glass bottles, checked the contents of the bag twice, and walked out wearing bigger slippers.