Chapter 466 Freedom
Balum saw from the rearview mirror that Satya's attention was completely focused on the phone and nothing else.
The fluorescent light from the phone shone on his face. Without even looking up, he asked, "Barum, what happened? Why did the car stop?"
Barum touched the magnetic image of the goddess Kali hanging before him, asking for her good luck, and then opened the storage compartment under the dashboard.
The broken bottle, the claw-sharp glass, was inside.
"The wheel is a little crooked, sir. Give me two minutes, please."
Barum swore he hadn't even touched it before the door opened on its own, leaving him standing in the drizzle.
There was wet black mud everywhere around him. He stepped on the mud and rain, squatting next to the left rear wheel. The car body just blocked him, and people on the road could not see anything at all.
There was a large bush beside the road, and beyond that was a wasteland, a very large wasteland.
The streets have never been so empty as they are today, you would swear it was arranged just for you.
The only light in the car was the fluorescent light from Satya's mobile phone. Barum tapped on his window with a finger and turned towards it, but did not roll down the window.
Barum mouthed, "We have a problem, sir."
He didn't roll down the window or get out of the car. He was still on his phone: typing away, smiling. He must be texting the blond.
Barum pressed his lips to the wet glass and grinned at him.
He put down his phone, and Barum clenched his fist and banged on the car window. Satya rolled down the window, his face full of displeasure, and the sound of a CD playing music came out of the car window.
"What is it, Barum?"
"Sir, could you please come down for a moment? We have a problem."
"What trouble?"
He sat in the car without moving at all! Although his mind was too slow to realize it, his body already knew it.
"It's the wheel, sir. I need your help. The wheel is stuck in the mud."
Just then, the headlights of a car suddenly shone on Barum, and a car was driving towards them.
Barum's heart skipped a beat with fright, but the car passed by them, and the mud and water splashed on his feet.
Satya stretched out a hand, opened the car door, and was about to get out, but some self-preservation instinct still hindered him.
"Barum, it's raining. Do you think we should call for help?"
He twisted his body and moved towards the car.
"Oh, no, sir. Trust me, come out."
He was still twisting, his body moving as far away as possible.
The meat he had secured was about to be lost, Barum thought, and this drove him to do something that he still hated himself for many years later.
He really didn't want to do that. He really didn't want his husband to think of him as the kind of driver who blackmailed his master in the last two or three minutes of his life. But he had really pushed Barum into a corner:
"The car has been having problems since we came back from the restaurant in Jampula that night."
Satya immediately looked up from her phone.
"That's the restaurant with the big X on the top. You remember it, don't you, sir? The car's been having trouble ever since that night."
This is where Satya goes to date foreign women, and it's never the same every time. As a party leader, a patriotic leader in the eyes of voters, how could he date foreign women?
Barum saw him open and close his mouth, and he must have wondered: Was this blackmail or an unintentional reference to the past?
He couldn't be given time to ponder this. "Please come down, sir. Trust me."
Satya put his phone on the seat and reluctantly moved it over. The fluorescent light from the phone illuminated the dark interior of the car for a second, then went out.
He opened the door farthest from Barum and got out from the side of the road. Barum crouched down and hid behind the car.
"Please come over here, sir. The tire is broken here."
He walked over, carefully avoiding the mud.
"It's this tire, sir. Be careful, there is a broken bottle on the ground." There was garbage everywhere on the side of the road, so it was normal to have a wine bottle.
"Here, I'll throw it away. It's this tire, sir. Please take a look at it."
He squatted down, and Barum stood up, holding the bottle in his hand, with his arm bent, hiding the bottle behind his back.
His head was just below Balum's, a mere black ball.
In the darkness, Barum saw a thin white line on his scalp between the parting of his hair, which ran like a white line painted on a highway to a point in the center of his head, which is where a person's hair spreads out.
The black ball moved, winked to keep the rain out of his eyes, and looked up at Barum.
"The tire seems to be fine."
Barum stood there motionless, like a primary school student caught doing something wrong by his teacher.
He wondered: had his landlord brain finally caught on? Would he stand up and punch him in the face?
However, the scene he imagined did not happen.
"Look, Barum, you know this car better than I do. Let me take another look."
He looked at the tire again, and the black ball appeared in front of Barum again, with white painted road signs leading to the point at the top.
"There's something wrong with that tire, sir. You should have changed it long ago."
"Well, Barum." He touched the tire. "But I really think we—"
Barum stabbed the bottle hard, and the glass penetrated his skull.
He stabbed the top of the head three times until the glass pierced into the brain.
Johnnie Walker Black Label is made of really strong, high-quality glass, and the high price paid for a used bottle is well worth it.
Satya's unconscious body fell into the mud, and his mouth made a hissing sound like air leaking from a tire.
Barum's legs gave way and he fell to the ground. His hands were shaking, and the broken bottle slipped out, so he had to pick it up with his left hand.
The thing on the ground that kept making a hissing sound from its mouth started to crawl in a circle on the ground on its hands and knees, looking funny and helpless.
Barum was hesitating, wondering whether to escape now or leave him to fend for himself.
The man on the ground had been unconscious and unable to move for hours. Should I gag him and leave him in the grass?
Soon Barum shook his head, thinking he might wake up, remove the object from his mouth, and call the police.
Moreover, the Yadav family will definitely do the same terrible thing to his own family, so he is just taking revenge in advance.
Barum preferred the second option, which was to kill him.
He stepped on the back of the still crawling thing and crushed it to the ground.
He knelt down and found a suitable position for himself. He turned the body over, pressed his knees to the chest, unbuttoned the collar, and ran his hand along the collarbone to find the spot.
The broken glass of Johnnie Walker Black Label was raised again and then stabbed down fiercely.
At the moment when the sharp claws pierced the soft neck, Satya opened his eyes, and his lifeblood spurted into Balum's eyes.
He could no longer see, but he was a free man.
By the time he wiped the blood from his eyes, the great Mr. Satya was already dead, and blood was flowing rapidly from his neck.
Barum dragged his body into the grass and buried his hands and face in the rain and mud.
He picked up the bundle at his feet, which contained the white cotton T-shirt with only one English word on it. He put it on.
Barum reached for the gilded tissue box and wiped his face and hands with the tissues inside.
He removed all the magnetic goddess images and threw them on Satya's body, perhaps they would help his soul ascend to heaven.
Then, Barum got in the car, turned the ignition key, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the Honda Civic.
What a great car, and the most loyal accomplice, starting the last journey.
Now that he was alone in the car, Barum reached out his left hand, turned off the song on the stereo, and stopped to relax.
From now on, he can listen to music as long as he wants.
Thirty minutes later, the dim lights of the train station flickered in the rainy night.
Barum stood in front of them, staring at the destination that kept jumping on them, thinking to himself: Where should I escape to?
He definitely couldn't go back to his hometown. The ambushing police might take him away before he even entered the house.
He couldn't go to Mumbai either. Once the news got out, he would definitely be wanted in every major city.
Especially Mumbai, which is like a golden-winged bird, is too eye-catching.
Barum finally decided to take a circuitous route, heading south, but not to Bombay.
He first went to Hyderabad, then suddenly headed towards Calcutta, and then south.
When changing trains at the station, Barum carried the bag and lined up at the tea shop at the station, ready to buy a cup of tea before departure.
Then he saw the big piece of paper on the wall, a police wanted poster, a wanted poster for him.
It had arrived here before him. Barum looked at it with a smug smile on his face.
But the smile only lasted for a second because he felt someone was watching him.
There was a guy with his hands behind his back, staring at him intently while reading a wanted poster.
Barum began to tremble, and he slowly ran away from the wanted poster step by step, but it was too late.
As soon as the guy saw him, he ran up to him, grabbed Barum's wrist and stared at his face.
He asked, "What does it say? What does that notice you're looking at say?"
"See for yourself."
"can't read."
Barum then understood why he had come running over.
It was an urgent feeling, an illiterate person couldn't wait to attract the attention of literate people.
It turned out that he was just as illiterate as himself, unable to even understand Murder Weekly.
"Okay, I'll tell you what it says." Barum smiled.
(End of this chapter)
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