White City Murder Expo

I fell asleep immediately when I got home, and woke up before five in the morning the next day because I suddenly remembered something that might be very important.I went to Hunter's house again and brought out his suitcase. I planned to bury it directly, but finally I couldn't help but open it and take a look.

Nothing special in the box, just a change of clothes and other necessities.The clothes were old and unclean, more or less stained with paint.It can only be said that it can be seen that he tried his best to wash it.A bachelor doesn't put much effort into his clothes.

I put them under my nose, smelling cheap soap locust mixed with Hunter's smoke, the warm body odor that you can smell against the pit of his shoulder.There are a few clothes that smell particularly like puppies, with the smell of animal hair, which may be the favorite clothes of lambs.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed, so I closed the box in a state of distraught, and proposed to bury it in the backyard.After finishing this, I made a small pot of coffee with milk, and drank it in one gulp, only to find that it was very hot, and my tongue was sore all day long.

I didn't forget to visit Butcher in the hospital.When the door of the ward was opened, there was a loud snoring sound from a curtain, but Butcher was awake.Hearing the movement, he glanced at me, then turned his head and kept looking out the window.

I wasn't ready to mention Hunter to Butcher, and besides, there didn't seem to be much to say.I closed the curtain and sat at the end of the bed, silent, neither he nor I spoke.

"Hunter is dead," I said after a long time.

"I know."

Again there was silence.There was an unsettling element to the silence, as if things weren't going their way and ended up with an outcome no one expected.I don't know what went wrong, I just feel denied.

"Butcher, turn around and look at me."

He was still looking out the window.

"Butcher Sides," I called him again.

Butcher hesitated visibly for a moment, then turned his head, lids downcast, lashes quivering.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You became a little strange today."

"It can't be," I said, "I'm the same every day."

Butcher looked at me, seemingly confused.After a long time, he leaned over and put his arms around my neck, and gently kissed the corner of my mouth, almost flattering.I caressed his cheek. The wound on his hand from yesterday has now formed a thin layer of scab, and the touch is very rough. No wonder Butcher hid.However, maybe... I don't want to think that way, but I still ask tentatively: "Are you afraid? Why?"

"No, there isn't," Butcher said quickly, his denial as if trying to make something clear.

"What's the matter?" I asked him. "Shouldn't you be happy? Everything is as you wished, so what's not to like?"

"I have nothing to dissatisfy, Dad."

"Hunter is dead," I repeated, lowering my voice. "I did it all for you, and no one loves you more than I do, Butcher."

"I know."

"Do you love me then, Butcher?" I asked, squeezing Butcher's hand.

"Of course," he said, shaking slightly, "...you hurt me, Dad."

I let go of his hand and patted his shoulder instead, this time he didn't avoid my touch.I leaned over and kissed his forehead again: "I really love you." In fact, what I want to say is that I have nothing but you.

My heart was cooling and sinking, as if falling into my stomach, bringing a sick feeling.Butcher, my only child, for whom I would kill to kill, made him fear me and alienate me.But after all, so what?We have been bound together by similar blood and pain, and our hands are equally stained with blood.

It was as if he had gained bitter pleasure from this thought, and an indescribable lightness emerged spontaneously.Having an accomplice feels better than having a friend, and I'm not joking.Anyway, life has turned into a miserable mess, hasn't it?It doesn't matter anymore.Everything now will be erased after all, but we don't know when the moment that represents the end will come.Is it a natural or man-made disaster?A rainstorm that floods the roof, or two gunshots?A complete surprise.A ridiculous event that makes you laugh forever, the worst of 1000 million possibilities.

Butcher moved a little, then retracted a little under the quilt, and put his hands in as well.His pale, bandaged hands also disappeared from my sight.The bed next door began to groan weakly, coughing, and the bed frame creaked and shook. "Where are my glasses?" murmured vaguely and confused.Another cough.

This is really not a place for conversation.I took a deep breath, sighed, and stood up.

"I'll come back tomorrow." Before leaving the ward, I said to him.

"When will I be discharged from the hospital?"

"The doctor told me just now that you had a fever in the middle of the night last night," I said, looking down at my watch. It doesn't matter what time it is, I just want to change my posture and pretend that I don't feel uncomfortable, "Wait until you recover when."

"You're coming for me, Dad?" Butcher asked.

"I just thought you'd hate to see me," I said, slowing down. "I would."

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The power relationship between the father and son has changed subtly, as can be seen from Butcher's address... This kid is not only bad-hearted, but also quite keen. He is always aware of changes in the situation quickly. If he is not human, It is also the kind of very cunning animal, for example, the ordinary little male wolf who is very good at pleasing alpha in the wolf pack...?

Have you noticed that I have become more industrious recently?I, the author, have recently been escaping from reality through high-intensity writing...Watasi, thinking that I will go to other places to study as a college student in September, I am very anxious and terrified. I feel that disaster is imminent for no reason. If I can If so, I really want to continue squatting at home...