abyss

The rain curtain fell wantonly between the ground, like crying and complaining, knocking on the windows, and also knocking on Lin Yu's tense nerves. The lights in the house were dim, swaying in the darkness, as if they would go out at any time. Lin Yu felt that his life had fallen into an endless quagmire. His marriage with his wife Xiaoyan had a sweet beginning, but as time passed, conflicts and quarrels increased. Xiaoyan's strong personality was constantly magnified in the trivialities of life, and she interfered with Lin Yu's career, hobbies, and even friendships. Every quarrel was like knocking a brick on their marriage building, and over time, the building was crumbling.

That night, the quarrel broke out again. The reason was that Lin Yu came home late and didn't have time to pick up the child. Xiaoyan's sharp accusations echoed in the narrow living room, drowning out the sound of rain outside the window, "Do you have this family in your heart? You are busy with your useless things all day long, and you don't care about the children. Is this family mine alone?" Lin Yu's temples throbbed. He was exhausted. The pressure from work made him breathless. When he returned home, there was not only no warmth, but endless quarrels. He tried to explain, but Xiaoyan didn't listen at all. Every word was like a knife, cutting his heart.

In the fierce quarrel, something in Lin Yu's heart snapped. He looked at the hideous, abusive woman in front of him, and suddenly felt very strange. The resentment in his heart grew like weeds. A terrible idea flashed through his mind. He wanted to end it all, and make the endless quarrels and pain disappear. Once this idea came into being, it was like a crazy growing seed, quickly occupying his entire mind.

Lin Yu's breathing became rapid, and his eyes began to become blurred and crazy. He slowly stood up, Xiaoyan was still accusing him relentlessly, not realizing the danger was coming. Lin Yu walked towards her step by step, and every step seemed to be on the edge of a cliff. The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the big raindrops hit the glass, making a crackling sound, as if playing a prelude to this tragedy. When he stood in front of Xiaoyan, his hands stretched out to her neck uncontrollably. Xiaoyan's eyes widened instantly, full of horror and disbelief. She struggled, and her hands desperately scratched Lin Yu's arm, and her nails scratched blood marks on his skin.

Lin Yu's heart was full of contradictions and fears at the moment, but resentment and madness had prevailed. His hands tightened, Xiaoyan's struggle gradually became weak, her eyes turned from anger to despair, and finally lost their luster. Lin Yu looked at Xiaoyan collapsed to the ground, and there was a moment of confusion in his heart, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, but nothing could be undone.

Looking at Xiaoyan's body, Lin Yu was filled with panic. He knew that he had committed an unforgivable crime, and his first thought was to escape. He began to pace back and forth in the room, his mind racing, thinking about how to deal with the body. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the toilet in the bathroom, and an even more terrifying idea was born - dismember the body and then flush it down the toilet.

Lin Yu's hands trembled as he fetched a kitchen knife from the kitchen. When the cold blade touched Xiaoyan's skin, he couldn't help but shudder, and his stomach churned. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He kept telling himself in his heart that this was the only way out, and as long as he handled the body properly, no one would find out.

He started with Xiaoyan's fingers, the sharp kitchen knife piercing into the flesh, making a dull sound. Every time he stabbed, he felt his heart being stabbed hard, and the memories of the past kept flooding into his mind. But he gritted his teeth and continued the movements on his body, tears flowing unconsciously. His body trembled with fear and tension, and he almost committed suicide several times. The rain outside the window showed no sign of stopping, and the wind was whistling, as if wailing for this cruel killing.

As the limbs were cut off, the ground was covered with blood and the air was filled with a disgusting smell. Lin Yu resisted the urge to vomit and took the broken pieces to the bathroom one by one. He opened the toilet lid, tremblingly stuffed them in, and pressed the flush button. Watching the broken pieces disappear in the water, he felt no relief in his heart, only deeper fear and guilt. At this time, the dim light in the bathroom flickered, as if it would go out at any time, adding a bit of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

After handling the body, Lin Yu collapsed to the ground, his whole body soaked with sweat. His spirit was close to the edge of collapse, but he knew that he could not stop, so he pretended to be an innocent husband and went to report the case. He stood up, washed the blood off his body, changed into clean clothes, and sorted out his face in front of the mirror. The man in the mirror had empty and desperate eyes, as if he was not himself. At this time, the room was dead silent, with only the sound of rain outside the window.

Lin Yu came to the police station, feeling very nervous. The lights in the police station were pale, and the tiles on the wall were emitting a cold light. He pretended to be calm and told the police about his wife's disappearance. He made up a lie, saying that Xiaoyan suddenly said she was going out last night and never came back. His voice trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look the police in the eye, because he was afraid that his lie would be seen through at a glance.

The police began to ask all kinds of details, and each question was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Yu's fragile nerves. He tried hard to recall the lies he had made up, and answered carefully, fearing that he would reveal a flaw. When the police said they would launch an investigation, Lin Yu felt relieved and filled with fear. He knew that he had embarked on a road of no return, and every minute and every second was waiting for the judgment of fate.

After returning home, Lin Yu looked at the empty room, and the fear and regret in his heart became stronger. Outside the window, the rain finally stopped, but the sky was still gloomy, as if foreshadowing his inescapable fate. He didn't dare to close his eyes, because as soon as he closed his eyes, he would see Xiaoyan's terrified eyes and his crazy behavior. He began to have hallucinations, as if Xiaoyan's figure was everywhere, and her voice echoed in his ears, constantly accusing him of his crimes.

As time went by, Lin Yu pretended to be calm and went to work and live as usual, but he was tortured by pain and fear. The police investigation gradually deepened, and every knock on the door frightened him. He knew that the truth would come out one day, and he would pay a heavy price for his crime.

Finally, the police found some clues during the investigation and began to doubt Lin Yu. When the police came to his house again and looked at him with scrutiny, Lin Yu knew that his disguise was about to be completely exposed. His legs were weak and he could hardly stand, and his heart was filled with despair. At this moment, he wanted to turn back time and go back to that quarrel night, restrain the evil thoughts in his heart, and let nothing happen. But he knew that this was just a luxury, and what awaited him would be severe punishment by the law and endless condemnation of his conscience.