Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi squatted under the stairs to feed the dog.

Dog Meat is no longer a puppy, but he still likes to hug Chi Xiaochi and act like a baby.

After playing around with Chi Xiaochi, Gourou went to circle around him without giving up, barking once or twice into the air, as if trying to catch Lou Ying who was playing hide-and-seek with him.

Chi Xiaochi was carrying the meal, and ran after the dog meat wandering around: "The meal is ready, if you don't eat, I'm leaving."

The dog meat had no choice but to turn back reluctantly, bowed its head and ate two bites, the dog's hair stood up slightly, and raised its blindfolded eyes, as if asking why it was not delicious.

"I didn't do well." Chi Xiaochi squatted down, embraced the dog's neck and admitted his mistake softly, "I will continue to work hard."

The dog meat was also obedient, and let out a docile whine from its throat, rubbed its ear against Chi Xiaochi's chin, and continued to eat with his head down.

Chi Xiaochi was holding the dog meat, and the shadow like an iron tower enveloped him again.

A knee pressed against his back, dawdling vaguely.

Zhu Shoucheng's ghostly low voice came from behind: "Xiaochi, come to feed the dog again."

Chi Xiaochi didn't even look back.

He lowered his face and tightened his shoulders, imagining that he was in a cold storage. After psychological hints, his original goosebumps spread even more.

...he was playing "Fear".

Such a weak posture made the back rubbing even more presumptuous.

However, Chi Xiaochi's negative emotions quickly spread to the dog. The dog stopped eating, the hair on his back exploded layer by layer, bared his white teeth, and barked fiercely at the enemy in the dark twice.

Soon, residents on the upper floor of the tube building began to scold: "Which dead dog! The funeral at noon? I'll put rat poison on you tomorrow!"

Afraid of being bumped into by others, Zhu Shoucheng had no choice but to leave with nostalgia on his face.

Chi Xiaochi turned his head to look at him, just met his eyes, and turned his head back in "scare".

Zhu Shoucheng, who looked back step by step, smiled brightly at his back, and went upstairs contentedly.

After he left, Chi Xiaochi continued to feed the dog with a blank face, loosening and smoothing the dog's bristling hair little by little.

Chi Xiaochi had nothing to do with Zhu Shoucheng.

His only weapon is himself.

Chi Xiaochi endured his disgusting harassment, which became more and more disgusting, with a very clear purpose.

Zhu Shoucheng is so proficient, it will definitely not be the first time, nor will it be the last time.

Chi Xiaochi's goal is to become his "next time".

He bought a pencil sharpener in the commissary, the kind that every child would carry, sharpened extremely sharp, and carried around as stationery without arousing anyone's suspicion.

He has a small tape recorder given to him by Lou Ying, which can record voices, and he carries it with him every day, never leaving his body.

He pretended to be afraid and weak, and ran away every time he saw him, and pretended not to see him if he couldn't run, constantly fueling his arrogance without a trace.

Chi Xiaochi was waiting for an opportunity, and when Zhu Shoucheng recovered, he attacked him again.

As long as he is called to "tuition" again, that is the day when the opportunity will come.

What he had to do was to let Zhu Shoucheng leave marks on himself that could prove his guilt, and then cut his throat with the pencil knife he had prepared.

At that time, he could tell the police that Zhu Shoucheng was going to do that kind of thing to him, and he had no choice but to kill him because of self-defense.

The knife is used to sharpen pencils, and the tape recorder is used to record his voice.

At that time, he will buy a loudspeaker and play his disgusting words in the tube building and in his school, so that he will become famous after his death and become a joke passed down by people in this area.

But he underestimated the caution of the old fox.

After the accident last time, Zhu Shoucheng also learned a lesson.

Although Chi Xiaochi is now like a well-behaved puppy, he still remembers Chi Xiaochi's almost crazy resistance.

Eat a cut and gain wisdom, although Chi Xiaochi is a tempting piece of meat, but since it is not easy to eat, there is no need to take too much risk for him.

Chi Xiaochi quickly realized this.

So he started the protracted tracking and tailing.

Chi Xiaochi got a set of school uniforms for the public junior high school that Zhu Shoucheng taught, and spent 20 yuan to get a student ID card forged.

Zhu Shoucheng's public middle school is ranked second among the five local middle schools, and the study is very tight, while Chi Xiaochi's high school, day students are almost the same as this middle school, and Zhu Shoucheng is also the school's training class teacher The instructor often doesn't go home until after eight o'clock in the evening.

Therefore, when Chi Xiaochi was wearing a school uniform and appeared near Zhu Shoucheng's school during school hours, he could easily blend in with the crowd of students.

As a senior, he had inquired about Zhu Shoucheng's affairs, and with only a cup of beef tendon noodles, he obtained a lot of information about Zhu Shoucheng from a sophomore in junior high school.

Zhu Shoucheng is a math teacher with top grades in teaching. He has an excellent reputation among his classmates. He has a good temper. He never loses his temper with his students. Students, they also know how to restrain themselves in front of him.

Not long ago, because the teaching tasks in the third year of junior high school were too heavy and he was getting older, he voluntarily applied to be transferred from the second year of junior high school instead of teaching the third year of junior high school.

The little boy in the second year of junior high school said regretfully, "Mr. Zhu is really kind. Anyone who is taught by him is lucky."

Chi Xiaochi smiled and said, "Yes, I used to think so too."

Chi Xiaochi thought that there must be a reason for Zhu Shoucheng to teach the first grade of junior high school.

Sure enough, he soon found out.

Recently, after school, Zhu Shoucheng always went home with a little boy in the first grade of junior high school on the pretext of dropping by.

It was a boy from a single-parent family, his academic performance was not bad, and he was one of the students in the Peiyou class. He had a hazy understanding of the world, malice, and sex, and he was still in the state of blind obedience and blind respect for the teacher, like a primary school student. A little goose.

During the winter solstice, Zhu Shoucheng took the little boy home after school at noon and cooked dumplings for him.

In the freezing day, Chi Xiaochi stood outside the door on the second floor, leaning on the railing, with his back to the door of Zhu Shoucheng's house, smelling the aroma of dumplings wafting from under the threshold of the next door, he flicked on the lighter, Light the cigarette paper, calm yourself with the aroma of nicotine, and think about what to do next.

Shall I call Ziyu now?

But nothing had happened yet, and he didn't know if anything would happen.

Chi Xiaochi wished he could change places with that boy.

He knows what it's like, and he'd rather do it himself.

Fortunately, that little boy went back to school with Zhu Shoucheng in the afternoon. He looked neatly dressed, looked normal, and was full of gratitude to Zhu Shoucheng.

Chi Xiaochi was not in a hurry.

He thought, it was such a good opportunity, why didn't Zhu Shoucheng do it.

One possibility is that he still has class in the afternoon, so it is not convenient for him to attack the boy; another possibility is that he does not want to attack the house where someone has died.

After all, it was accidental that one accident occurred. Once another accident occurred and two accidents occurred, it would be hard to tell.

After figuring this out, Chi Xiaochi continued to wait patiently.

Since Zhu Shoucheng has set his sights on this little boy as his prey, he will not fail to strike.

After the winter solstice, winter vacation is not far away.

From Zhu Shoucheng's school to Tongzilou, Chi Xiaochi was already very familiar with the road, and even knew that the surveillance in this area was just a decoration, not only sparsely installed, but also broken and rotten.

Under the blind "eyes of the sky", there are invisible rotting molds growing.

On a cold thin night, Chi Xiaochi once again followed the little boy and Zhu Shoucheng who sent him home.

He listened to English with a headset in one ear, and deliberately kept a distance from them in the intricate streets and alleys.

It has just snowed, and the thin layer of snow absorbs the noise between the sky and the earth. The surrounding area is surprisingly quiet, only the muffled sound of two people stepping on the snow, and the sound of wind chimes ringing in the distance. Bicycle ringtones.

Chi Xiaochi intentionally set his pace to be exactly the same as Zhu Shoucheng's, and used his footsteps to hide his own.

This is just the experience accumulated from countless follow-ups, and Chi Xiaochi is also ready to miss out again.

Therefore, when the sound of footsteps stopped suddenly, the feet he lifted into the air hung and did not fall.

He stuck his head out of the alley.

The teacher and the student stopped in front of the iron gate of a small courtyard with a single door, sticking very close, talking about something.

Chi Xiaochi's heart skipped a beat.

As far as he knows, this small courtyard is being put up for sale. A thief just got in some time ago, probably a novice. He found out that the owner hasn’t returned home for a long time. He wanted to make a fortune. Who would have thought that all the furniture would be removed and the thief would go away. So empty, and smashed a lock in vain.

The owner of the house went on a business trip and couldn’t make it back for a while. The neighbors were not kind enough to unlock the money for him. There was no valuables in the house, so they symbolically took a branch and locked the door from the outside.

In the snow, the voices of the conversation between the two were exceptionally clear.

Zhu Shoucheng's voice was full of blame: "...the teacher's hands are cold, don't you want to warm the teacher?"

The little boy obviously hasn't figured out the situation yet: "Teacher, why don't I give you the gloves?"

Zhu Shoucheng squatted down and looked at him with burning eyes: "No, the teacher can't stand the cold anymore, so you can give it to the teacher, ah."

The little boy had never seen Zhu Shoucheng like this before, and he was at a loss for a moment, only the hand lingering around his waist was cold and greasy, like a poisonous snake walking along his waist.

In the current lack of sex education, girls are indeed taught how to deal with violations and harassment. For example, the part of the skin that can be covered by a swimsuit must not be touched by anyone, but few people think of teaching boys this.

Zhu Shoucheng raised his head slightly, with a strange fascination: "Teacher's hands are really cold."

The little boy opened his mouth.

Now he finally felt something was wrong.

He wanted to scream, but Zhu Shoucheng covered his mouth tightly with his experience.

The boy's voice hadn't changed yet, and when he whimpered under the giant palm, it was like a baby's cry when a little wild cat was in heat in spring and winter.

Zhu Shoucheng easily pressed the boy against the wall with only one hand, and then turned his hand to pull the branch bolted to the door. Unexpectedly, the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't do it, and the two iron doors rattled. Noisy.

The rustling of the cotton-padded jacket, the gurgling of hot blood, and the soft sound of the boy struggling and whimpering covered up the sound of footsteps rushing from behind.

When Zhu Shoucheng realized something was wrong and turned around, he suddenly felt a dull pain in the back of his head.

With so much force, Zhu Shoucheng even heard a crisp click.

He suspected that his skull had been cracked.

But he still turned around by inertia and saw the face of the person coming.

The filthy blood that ran from his hair ran into his eyes, making his features look hideous.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but Chi Xiaochi didn't intend to stop at all. He swung a half-rusted iron pipe with blood on it, and hit his face head-on, smashing his nose deeply into it. .

After smashing it, he grabbed the hand of the dizzy little boy and ran all the way out.

After running through many alleys, he stopped by a tree.

The little boy couldn't stop panting, but still instinctively said "Thank you brother".

Chi Xiaochi couldn't hear anything.

He leaned his back against the tree trunk, and the snow from the branches shook down, onto the back of his neck and hair.

The fresh, cold snow air flowed through his lungs, making him feel extra refreshed.

With his right hand, Chi Xiaochi let go of the iron pipe he was holding tightly tightly, grabbed the clothes on his left chest, and laughed loudly, his whole body trembled, almost collapsed.

Chi Xiaochi waited all night for the news, and learned that Zhu Shoucheng was sent to the hospital overnight for emergency treatment. He suffered a severe concussion and fractured all parts of his body, but he did not die. His life was extremely serious.

On the afternoon when Zhu Shoucheng was out of danger, Ziyu contacted Chi Xiaochi with his mobile phone.

Zi Yu on the other end of the phone cut straight to the point: "Is that you?"

Chi Xiaochi asked: "Did he say it was me? Or did he say that someone robbed him and didn't see his face clearly?"

Ziyu was silent for a while, which was equivalent to acquiescing to his guess.

Chi Xiaochi lowered his head and chuckled: "I knew it. Because I saw him doing that kind of thing again."

Zi Yu: "Then you should call the police..."

"Call the police, will you arrest him?" Chi Xiaochi hit the nail on the head, "He didn't succeed, and I didn't monitor him. With me, with that little boy's mouth, what can I prove? Do you really have to wait for him to succeed before you can arrest him?" ?”

Zi Yu was silent.

Chi Xiaochi raised his chin slightly: "Even if he loses his reputation, as long as he resigns voluntarily, moves to other places with his son, and changes his name at most, he can live the rest of his life happily again, right?"

Ziyu's voice was sad but helpless: "...Xiaochi."

"Since justice won't uphold itself, then I'll come." Chi Xiaochi looked forward and said to the phone, "Sister Zi, goodbye."

He hung up the phone, carrying a bag of apples, and knocked on the door of Zhu Shoucheng's ward.

It was Zhu Shoucheng's son who opened the door, a man who looked quite simple and honest.

Facing his questioning gaze, Chi Xiaochi bent down docilely: "Uncle, do you still remember me? I am Teacher Zhu's neighbor. I heard that he was injured, so I came to visit him."

Zhu Shoucheng's son was not suspicious, and welcomed him in, while he went to the tea room outside to pour water.

"Hello." Chi Xiaochi sat down beside his bed, "...Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Shoucheng, who was lying on the bed, had his swollen face covered with gauze, and yellow and red medicine oozed out from around the gauze.

He couldn't see Zhu Shoucheng's expression clearly, but this did not prevent him from doing the next thing.

Chi Xiaochi took out the small tape recorder that he always carried with him, and calmly pressed the play button.

"...The teacher's hands are cold, don't you want to warm the teacher?"