The girl murmured, unable to speak a complete sentence.
Zhou Yu stared at her for a moment, deciding which side the stalker who had been following her for two weeks belonged to.
Not like it, not at all. He was not someone sent by his former boss to take revenge.
From the day he found out he was being followed, Zhou Yu began to think about how to kill him.
Kill, must kill. This has been Zhou Yu's purpose all along. It was for this reason that he chose this ideal location. The first time I came here was to confirm the environment with my own eyes. The second visit was to familiarize myself with the terrain and to test the sensitivity of the residents in this area. At this time, even if you scream for help, no window or door will be opened. What's more, the person who was stabbed in the abdomen by a knife did not have the strength to shout.
All this is for the third visit, tonight, to completely eliminate this stalker.
After hesitating for a while, the girl in front of her suddenly put her hand into her pocket. This action seemed dangerous. Zhou Yu, who was in a nervous state, rushed forward a few steps, grabbed the girl's collar and stabbed her with a knife.
"ah!"
She let out a short scream and fell to the ground because her feet slipped while dodging. Zhou Yu rushed over to suppress her and put a switchblade against her throat.
The street lights outside the alley are dim and dim. The girl fell into the muddy water and curled up. Her eyes were wide open because of fear, and she was shaking because she felt her throat coming into contact with a sharp object. All her expressions reminded people of a deer weeping in despair under a lion's mouth.
Zhou Yu did not stab the blade, partly because of his self-proclaimed gentlemanly demeanor, but partly because of a little suspicion that came from unknown sources that stopped him.
...Is it so easy to succeed?
Is it so easy to take away a life?
At this moment, the melody of "Canon in D Major" sounded in the alley. The source of the sound was in the girl's pocket. With the blade still at her throat, she didn't dare to reach for her phone.
The call lasted for a while and then stopped, but soon a second call came.
the third time.
the fourth time.
the fifth time.
The overly lyrical melody continued for so long that both parties realized that the caller was not going to give up easily.
"Um, can you pick it up?" the girl asked stammering.
Zhou Yu was silent.
Maybe the moment she picked up the phone she would scream for help and give the location and the name of the prisoner. As a hard object, a mobile phone can barely block a stabbing... It is also possible to take out other weapons from your pocket under the pretense of holding a mobile phone.
Logically speaking, she should not be allowed to communicate with the outside world anymore. Now you should cut the throat forcefully, make sure the blood is pouring out, and then get up and leave quickly.
But Zhou Yu remained silent and just pressed the knife to the girl's throat. A strange hesitation seized him, and he paused in bewilderment, as if he could not make a move.
really weird. he thinks.
Is there such a big difference between "cutting" a model and a wooden board as a drill and "killing" it?
There was silence for a while. In the dark rainy alley, the background music is played repeatedly, with a rustling Canon in D major.
Finally, Zhou Yu breathed out. "Take it," he said, standing up but still pointing the tip of the knife in the girl's direction.
The girl took out her mobile phone from her pocket. It had a goose-yellow phone case. She remained lying on the ground obediently, although her long hair had been twisted into tangles by the sewage on the ground.
She pressed the answer button.
"Hey, hey...it's okay, I'm home, um, I didn't hear you just now..."
With that sweet tone, no one would suspect that she was lying. Because the contents of her calls were very ordinary and short, the possibility of a hidden distress signal was basically ruled out.
Then, as if she didn't understand that this call was her best chance to survive, the girl put the phone away, timidly turned her head to the side, looked at the girl holding the knife, and made a suggestion: "Can I stand up?"
"..."
Zhou Yu looked at her and couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.
How did it happen? Carefully planning the crime for two weeks, imagining fighting with the opponent countless times, the blood splattering after slitting the throat, the desperate face of the opponent before dying... these are really far from reality. This girl made him feel uninterested, and he really couldn't bring up the desire to kill her.
But it didn't seem right to just let her go. Regardless of other things, her reaction to the situation of "being held to the throat with a knife" was not at all like a normal person.
Is he born with a dull sense, or is he wise and stupid? Even a slightly smarter guy should be begging for mercy and crying out now.
"...I, my name is Zhang Mumu!"
Probably because the other party had been silent for too long, she spoke in that stammering voice again, and then looked over with expectant eyes.
Zhou Yu didn't know what she was expecting.
If he had to express his thoughts on this sentence, it was that this name suited this girl quite well. Because she looks very "wooden", with a dull and dull look, so naming her this way, I have to lament the foresight of her parents.
However, as she introduced herself to the murderer under the blade, I'm afraid "wood" is not enough to sum it up. At least you have to be called "Lin" to barely describe this stupid method. “Forest” is not an exaggeration at all.
Zhou Yu shook his head to clear his mind of random thoughts, and then repeated the previous question:
"Why are you following me?"
She opened her mouth blankly, looking surprised by the question.
"I want to say thank you..."
There was no irony in her tone and expression, she was truly expressing her gratitude in a literal sense. But Zhou Yu only felt a huge confusion. He had never met her or found the name in the diary.
"Do we know each other?" Zhou Yu asked calmly.
"In school……"
The drizzle fell on the girl's cheeks and eyelids, causing her to blink as if holding back tears. But her expression didn't mean she wanted to cry at all. She just looked back with harmless eyes: "I saw you in school."
She reached into her pocket again, took out a campus card with a very familiar style and handed it over. On the upper right corner of the front of the card is the words "Migenzhu University", and on the back is a poem: "Strength is high, humility is like bamboo."
Migenzhu University, a comprehensive university with the same name as the city, is located in the middle of the east and west subway lines. Theoretically speaking, Zhou Yu studied at this school and was about to graduate. Because there were few courses for her senior year, and the student dormitory she originally applied for was facing renovation, she was unwilling to move to another dormitory and share a room with strangers, so she chose to rent a house in the suburbs of the city.
It's really surprising that this girl, who looks like she's in the first year of high school, is actually Zhou Yu's alumnus in theory. And judging from the first four digits of the campus card number, he is still the same senior student as her. The girl in the photo looks 90% similar to me, so it doesn’t look like she is using someone else’s card. Under the avatar is her name - Zhang Mumu. There are also majors and classes.
This is how the name is originally written. Zhou Yu looked at it calmly and returned the card to the other party.
"The School of Liberal Arts and the Academy of Fine Arts are not on the same campus at all, and I don't remember seeing you before. Why do you keep following me?"
Zhou Yu pretended to say calmly, even though he didn't know what kind of relationship this girl should have with him. Because he never said a word to the students there, he just read the relevant information from the map and text.
After hearing this question, Zhang Mumu's already big eyes opened wider, clearly showing a look of shock. After being dumbfounded for a long time, she finally asked without giving up: "...Have you had your hair cut recently?"
"No."
"So, do you like orange clothes?"
"No, rarely wear it."
"...ride a motorcycle?"
"……No."
This last point is difficult to fully confirm. However, after Zhou Yu considered all aspects of the situation, the answer is highly likely to be negative.
Every time Zhou Yu vetoed it, the disappointment on the girl's face became even more intense.
...There is no need to continue explaining now. This mentally ill guy must have confused a short-haired woman he knew with Zhou Yu. As for why she wanted to follow the short-haired woman, it had nothing to do with Zhou Yu.
What a boring false alarm.
"I don't know you, don't follow me anymore. Just pretend nothing happened today."
Zhou Yu exhaled expressionlessly, put away the blade, opened his umbrella, and walked out of the alley. The time now is eleven o'clock. If you move quickly, you can catch the last subway.
Just before Zhou Yu completely abandoned her and left this dark alley, as if unwilling to waste his efforts, Zhang Mumu suddenly whispered: "Then... on the night of October 12th, did you go to Osier Road? ?"
Zhou Yu stopped.
October 12th, two months and four days ago. It was a Thursday and the weather was sunny. There was a strong wind at night and the window glass of the rental house was blown to pieces.
Although the equipment in the room is very old, the only window is a very strong broken bridge aluminum window that was just replaced when the previous tenant left. So that person felt very incredible and wrote it down in his diary.
However, Zhou Yu did not experience this personally, and did not even have a chance to check the remaining traces. The window had been replaced by that person.
Zhou Yu's impression of this girl on October 12 was limited to the descriptions in the diary.
In addition, Zhou Yu knew nothing about what else happened that day. For him, that day was a completely blank day. There is no memory, or there is no "I" at all.
It wasn't until the next day, the night of October 13th, half a block away from Osier Road, that his memory of Zhou Yu began.
Yes. Two months ago, October 13th at 10pm.
It was not until then that, different from the original owner of this female body, "Zhou Yu", the male "Zhou Yu" was truly born in this world.
