Special gene development monitoring

I was standing behind the house of Richard's house and looked at the sudden large and small spherical marbles on the ground. I carefully observed that the soil under the two small balls showed traces of renovation. Two sticks were inserted in front of the balls. A half-dead lily, while another, smaller cutting had faded flowers.

Don't ask me why the purpose is so clear.Because in the movie, Charlie asked India to bury Whip's body here, and of course, Charlie also buried Mrs. McGarrick's dismembered and frozen body and Aunt Gin's body here. Charlie has great strength, he placed big balls on the corpses, and India naturally placed small ones.

There are three small balls with flowers in front.I started to have a headache.How could she have thought of burying the body here without Charlie to guide her?Got this piece of land?Why is it that I have already cut all the reasons but still reversed the original result?

Wait!Just said that Mrs. McGarrick's body was dismembered and frozen, and there was another place, the freezer under the kitchen.

When I opened the refrigerator door, I was in a bad mood.

Is the heroine blackened?

All the causes have been cut off for you, but you can still produce the same effect for me?

Whip's head was placed in the center, with ribs under it, and limbs neatly placed on both sides, like Transformers stacked together before the superpower was activated. Of course, the joints of the corpse were disassembled.

Next to it were two boxes of ice cream.Chocolate and vanilla flavors.

He was a kid, 18 years old.What awaits him is likely to be a college scholarship from a football program, or experience hearty extreme sports while driving a motorcycle on a steep mountain peak.

damn it!Is it the role of the plot?Or is it that the world needs India to play the role of executioner because Charlie didn't follow his original destiny?

I took the two big buckets of ice cream upstairs, found a bowl, mixed the two flavors together and chewed them mechanically, then sat quietly at the table and watched the pendulum clock swing back and forth.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Evelyn and Richard's laughter came from the door, and when they turned around, they saw that India was joking with Charlie with a plastic suitcase.

"Why didn't you go directly to us when you came back so early?" Richard put down the plastic case of cold beer in his hand. Charlie looked at me with probing eyes, and India, who was beside him, saw the two buckets of ice cream on the table in front of me, and his expression tensed instantly.

"You should check out the refrigerator in the basement of your kitchen." I said to Evelyn, who was describing to me how Charlie and Richard had a good day today, and Richard, who was standing at the table drinking a cold beer, "You two together. "

The two walked away.

"You, sit here." I looked at India and pointed to the chair beside me.

India regained her expressionless face and sat down slowly.

Charlie tilted his head slightly and looked straight at me with curiosity in his eyes.Yes, tell him everything.When it comes to how to know the secrets of India, it involves where I come from, which is a big secret.Besides, Charlie is so smart, and I hate lying, to anyone.

There was a scream from the basement.

Richard rushed up, his face full of shock and disbelief, "India, is that your missing classmate? Tell me, did you do it?"

India didn't react, just stared at the pendulum clock.I am used to the vacuum time, and calmly waited for her answer.

"Yes."

Richard stepped back and leaned against the table, "Why?"

India turned her head and looked directly into Richard's eyes, very seriously, "Because I want to (because I want to)."

India monologue

Flowers can't always choose their own color, and we can't always choose who we want to be.

I find life boring and boring, and all these people are happy or sad about this boring and boring thing.

My life seems to be an endless fog without an end, just like the mechanical pendulum clock downstairs, it seems to never stop.

All these things to pass the time, straight A's, pianos, books.

But one day, my father suggested that the whole family go on a picnic. He brought a hunting/gun and wanted to get some game.The entire forest behind the house belongs to my family.Dad only takes three days out of one season to hunt every year, and he doesn't kill the young.

God, I like my dad.I'm much closer to my dad than to my mom.But besides me, he has his mother and many friends.

He always has no time for me.

Mom found a particularly beautiful piece of grass, laid out a cloth and took out the food in the basket one by one, while Dad was not far away with a telescope to see if there were any prey nearby.

The shotgun is on the ground.I ran over to feel it carefully, and tried to pick it up, God, this thing is really heavy!What does dad usually do?Pull the trigger on the back of the gun and pull it here?

"India, no!" Mom yelled.

I'm just curious.

But seeing Dad's bloody arm made me feel so guilty, and at the same time, something seemed to be released inside me...

Comfortable and fulfilling feeling.

I know it's wrong to kill.I wanted to go hunting, but my dad said I couldn't do it until I was 16 because of my criminal record.

Every night I fall asleep thinking about that day.The bloody arm blasted countless shining flowers over and over again in my mind.

But when I was able to hunt, I found that the surprise and joy that brought me that day were gone.Even if my hunting skills are getting better, or am I a natural hunter?How to do it?Talking about it is better than nothing, it's more interesting than the piano and French that my mother asked me to learn.You have to know that she has always been proud of being an excellent graduate of the university, a good piano speaker and fluent French, although in my opinion this is nothing.

I can shoot an animal in the head, even a bird a little bigger than a sparrow.But a bird can't hit the head, nor can it hit such a small bird, half of its body will be gone with one shot.These are to be kept as specimens and placed in Dad's study.

I want my stuff everywhere he can see it.

I know Dad has two younger brothers, Charlie and Jonathan. Jonathan only came once when I was a kid and I've long since forgotten about it, but Charlie, I've never seen him.There are only a few photos.

Handsome and elegant, with a bland expression, much better than the idiots in our school.

I ask my birthday to be spent with my family.Dad naturally thought of Charlie, because Jonathan was in Hawaii, too far away from us.This is exactly what I want.Not knowing what was driving me, I wanted to meet him.

I even hid that photo, under the mattress at the head of my bed, and looked at it every night before bed.

I stopped putting my art in my father's study.Now my mind is full of my uncle.

I am inexplicably curious about him.

The first time I saw him, my intuition told me that we belonged to the same root.But it turns out that he didn't have this kind of reaction like me, because I am sensitive and I can accurately detect their emotional changes.But he is like a deep pool of calm water, without ripples.

He even brought an Asian girlfriend!

I hate their tacit eye contact.

why i hate

From the first time I saw his picture I classified him as mine!

I really want him to be mine.

I am 18 years old.Straight A's are something many people can't ask for, but I don't care about colleges.Because recently my emotional outlet has been blocked.Hunting was useless, even if I smashed the head of a rabbit and squirrel with a rock, the blood splattered was nothing compared to my father's bloody arms and Charlie when he was a child.

Wait, Charlie?

Why should you be compared with him?

It is now customary to walk through the back door after school.There are too many people at the main entrance, I hate being touched by others.

As expected, it was Chris again.But he better not mess with me today.

He's already started whistling all the way out, calling those damn nicknames he's given me.

I clenched the sharpened pencil I took out of my schoolbag and hid beside me, stopping in front of him, "What did you say?"

"I said, you're a freak!" He stood up from the old sofa with a look of disdain.

Usually I just ignore it, but today my mind is full of voices clamoring to release something.

I did, and walked up to him, and he raised his fist to hit me on the head, and the tip of my pencil met his fist.

I peeled off the bloody part of the wood on the pencil and kept it in a small box, feeling extremely happy.

But when I came out at night and saw Charlie hugging that Jane and doing something, anger rushed to my forehead, but curiosity temporarily suppressed this inexplicable anger.

Charlie's low laughter came over, and my heart trembled slightly. Could he laugh like that?And Jane is lying on his neck, her long hair swaying with their movements, through the light in Mrs. McGarrick's house, I seem to see that their lower bodies are connected by a long strip, and this thing is still Constantly shortening and elongating, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

My face instantly became hot, and I turned around and ran away.

Are they doing something intimate?The kind of thing taught in the school's physiology class?

Embarrassment and curiosity completely overwhelmed anger.

My body also started to feel hot.I'm even thinking if Charlie did that to me...

I went to the club and found Whip.I know he must be in the club at this time.This is what I heard when passing by the girls in the class. They were fascinated by Whip and said he was cool.

He relieved me in the afternoon.Get that bastard Chris away from me.I don't think much of Chris, but Whip, he's at least a little more mature and smarter than these stupid boys, and he's not far behind Charlie.

Wait, why compare with Charlie?

I took him into the woods, pressed him against a tree trunk and kissed him, put his hands around my waist, and even wanted to wrap my legs around his waist like Jane did, but my eagerness made me accidentally bite him lips, he exclaimed, and I woke up instantly.

What am I doing?

"It's too late, I have to go back."I turned around and walked away, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth vigorously.

It wasn't until I drove my dad's car home covered in dirt that I realized what I had done.

He wanted to rape me, and when he held me down, I hit him on the head with a stone I touched.

he died.

I hit him on the temple.

A strange sense of satisfaction surged in my heart.I suddenly wanted to make him a work of art.Of course, this work of art cannot be placed in my father's room, and the rapid decay of the skin cannot make him a specimen by taking out his internal organs like a bird.In summary, freezing is more feasible.

In the middle of the night, I dragged him into the basement as quickly as possible.Thankfully Mrs McGarrick lives in the back annexe some distance from the main house.The whole basement is full of dust and hasn't been used for too long, which is the best.I cut open his carotid artery and let the blood flow out. Fortunately, the warm blood flowed quickly from his body.Then break it down and put it in the refrigerator.This refrigerator is rarely used, but fortunately it can still be used. Mrs McGarrick and Mom and Dad are using the upstairs freezer, which they won't find out for a while.

I guarantee that he will be buried after a few days of freezing.

Buried his internal organs in those big balls and small balls, and the smaller ones next to them are the rabbits and squirrels whose brains I smashed.I even put flowers in them.

After cleaning everything with bleach and taking a shower, I'm actually not tired at all.In the morning I made coffee and went fishing with my parents and Charlie.

But Jane doesn't go.She said she had something to do.

My intuition tells me that this is not a good phenomenon.But so what?No one can know my secret.

Just leave for a while, there is no need for you to be so reluctant...

Resentment welled up in my heart, because I caught a glimpse of the ring on Charlie's hand, on his ring finger.

Just now.

His hands were clean before.

I tried my best to suppress the desire to shatter Jane's body in my heart, and chatted with Charlie.

This is the most conversation we have had these days.He is so talented!

But the little secret I just had, the first work that really pleased me and was even proud of me, was discovered by Jane!

I just didn't care, and even wanted to hold Charlie's hand and show him my work, but at this moment he just looked at Jane, and he didn't even give me any extra glances.

Facing my father's question, I replied, "Yes."

"BecauseIwantto (Yes. Because I want to)."

Yes Dad, I am free.

But Charlie, I really want to go away with him.

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Hey...Chapter 12 has been reviewed again...It's basically finished, and now I'm checking for errors and fluent sentences, uploading a chapter in 5 minutes, and then it depends on their review speed...

Chapter 12 was locked... I didn't expect that the word "shotgun" would be harmonized... I corrected the low-level mistakes, and I took advantage of the online review of Chapter 12, God!I really want to give you the most perfect work!