"You don't even understand how I feel about you, how could you think of such a complicated thing?" He took a drag on the cigarette, lowered his eyes, and spoke a little faster, "You usually don't know anything about this. Without contact, there may be no one around you who can analyze it for you. You were so young and frightened at the time, and you were confused when you cared about your mother. If you were guided by someone with some experience... In fact, if something like that happened, no one would Can stay cold......"
"Liang Modong." I interrupted him, "Do you hope this is the case, or do you really think it is the case?"
He stopped talking immediately.
Apparently, he wasn't sure.
No one with any sense can be sure.
If I am a little more self-conscious today and still look like the red rose in his heart, then he will definitely be able to pick it up more accurately.
But obviously not.
My virtue.
Speaking of mosquito blood, mosquitoes have to go to court to sue for defamation and insult.
I said, "Just give up your fantasy."
I took his cigarette and lit one, and he lit it. A female gangster like me should have lit it long ago.
I lit a cigarette and said, "We've come to this point today, so don't mind if I speak directly. I know you just don't want to admit it, I just want some money. If you change your confession, then why do you still accept it? Where’s the money? You can’t explain the money.”
As expected, he didn't speak. He didn't dare to look at me.
He just looked very calm, leaning back in his chair, lowering his eyes, and smoking the cigarette in silence.
Half an hour ago, he was sitting upright, a tall, confident, elegant, clean and flawless Mr. Liang.
Now, the messy piece of gauze was back in his hand.
With me, from childhood to adulthood, he was always hurt.
I told him: "You have the answer in your heart, just like how you got me here, let me spend these few days with you, stay here... all of this is because of money. I love money, It’s just that I have poor eyesight and don’t know who the real god is. And I don’t know him now. You see, I’ve been around for so many years and I’ve never even entered a place like that. After all, those men need me to collect invoices for them and reimburse them. It’s impossible to buy me those things.”
Understand, I am just a low-end watcher.
Almost enough.
I think that’s about it, right?
Today will be over soon.
It's a pity that the lobster and abalone haven't been finished yet.
However, after a long time, Liang Medong still spoke out.
He first called out softly: "Rose."
Then he raised his eyes and looked at me. After a long, long, long time, he asked softly: "Then do you regret it?"
Do you regret it?
If everything above is a reading comprehension.
That sentence was the central idea behind which he spent so much thought, time, money, etc.
Money, so much money, millions...obviously more money, money I couldn't imagine.
Such a good man, the best man in the world, I know how good he is better than anyone else.
The beauty of life is all before your eyes.
It’s a life that I can’t even see when I strike a match.
Do you regret it?
I gave up all this for those dirty two hundred dollars.
Do you regret it?
I used the two hundred yuan to buy a cheap skirt, the first skirt in my life that belonged to me from beginning to end, and a cheap gift that I couldn't give away.
Everything is cheap, including the cheap me.
That two hundred yuan turned me from a clean girl into a broken flower that fell into the muddy water.
I still remember that I happened to come home that day when my mother finished killing my father.
Just an hour ago, I just watched Liang Modong's basketball game.
That day was against No. 1 Middle School, and he was the MVP of the game.
The prize was a red No. 23 basketball jersey, the same one Michael Jordan wore with the Bulls, and he put it on me.
I was wearing that baggy basketball jersey. It was too big, like a skirt. It hung outside my long-sleeved shirt and would not rub against the dense wounds on my body that were painful to touch. Liang Modong said: "It's very beautiful, Rose, you will look beautiful in a skirt." Liuzi and other teammates on the team laughed beside me and called me "Mrs. Liang".
An hour later, I returned home.
I saw my dad’s broken body.
His head was stuffed in the closet, and his eyes, which were exactly the same as mine but were always drunk and covered with red bloodshot eyes, were open.
I don’t remember whether I called or not, but the police came quickly and handcuffed my mother.
During those days, my whole world was very quiet, and I was already stupid.
I have an old smartphone that my mother gave me. I checked it over and over again, and I only came to one conclusion, that is, my mother was definitely murdered intentionally. There were all the witnesses and physical evidence, and the method may have been cruel. It started ten years ago. The maximum penalty is death.
It was really difficult for my mother. She was bullied and beaten by her parents for the first half of her life, and she followed my father from a small village in the south to come here.
She thought she could live a stable life, but she ended up being bullied and beaten again for the rest of her life.
It's not like she can't keep running, but what should I do? No one cares about me except my mother.
I am my mother's only child, and no one can take care of her except me.
I have to do something for her.
At that time, there were no lawyers involved. Others came to me to ask about the case, and I didn’t understand anything.
Having only watched "Detective Conan", I don't really understand the specific capabilities of forensic medicine. I only know that I can't touch the physical evidence. The only witness may be my mother's only chance.
I went to the landlord and the landlord made his request.
Everything is so logical.
I didn't tell Liang Medong because murder was the biggest sin I knew and I didn't dare discuss it with anyone.
What's more, I think Liang Medong is just a senior high school student like me. He does seem to be richer than me and my classmates, but after all, he and I face the same world.
Everyone is equal before the law.
——Isn’t it supposed to be like this?
I don't think Liang Modong is afraid of me. On the contrary, I just intuitively feel that he will definitely help.
But what can he do?
The physical evidence is at the police station and my mother is in the detention center.
Stealing physical evidence? Rob the detention center?
Do you want him to kill witnesses with me?
Not to mention that it is useless at all, even if it is, he is not like me. I have been ruined in this life, and he still has to go abroad.
He has told me since the second grade of junior high school that he wants to be a physicist, study the moon, build a moon landing spacecraft, study the universe, search for black holes, study the theory of relativity, and build a time machine...
Of course, as a twenty-five-year-old, I already know that this matter is not as limitless as it seemed at the time. There is a lot of room for it.
As long as there is money.
As long as you know how to use money.
All it takes is one such person to point it out.
