Chapter 215

"Otherwise, homosexuality is ineradicable.

Only pedantic, self-righteous, pretentious, and disgusting people like you, who use their ignorant and shallow brains to think about the universe that they can never understand, would come up with such a ridiculous rule.

There are tens of thousands of homosexuals in the world, and even more homosexuals outside of society. There are also people who are not homosexuals but engage in homosexual behavior. I don't know this, and I don't know that.

I have to tell you about such a small matter.

Don't be afraid of giving birth to a bunch of homosexuals. One day, we will shoot all of you heterosexuals.

Kill them all.

The old policeman was obviously very angry and turned to leave, but before he left he thanked me for finding me.

Helped a poor old mother who had lost her daughter and was crying all day long, found her unconscious daughter, and severely punished the criminal.

He won the third-class merit award, he will be promoted and get a raise.

His whole family, his wife, and his daughter were going to move to a more luxurious place.

I asked him if he had parents.

He said yes.

I think your parents are really pitiful for giving birth to someone as mentally unstable as you.

The man closed the door and left, locking it.

Then someone came and tied me up again.

Then I don't know how many days I waited before that jerk came and took me away. He pretended to be very friendly, thanked everyone, apologized to them, and said thank you for finding his lost daughter who was kidnapped.

I also thanked them for their tolerance over the past few days and for being able to tolerate my madness.

Now they are all sure that I am from Stockholm.

I found it infuriating and ridiculous at the same time.

Who does that jerk think he is? Does he think he can apologize and thank others on my behalf?

The person who should accept my apology and thanks the most should be Wanwan, not these hypocritical dogs.

A bunch of beasts who confuse right and wrong.

Being with them makes me feel sick every day.

The jerk dragged me into the car and his face changed completely. I knew that the jerk was still a jerk.

I thought that all my tragic experiences were caused by this person, and I should kill this person. Then my life would be smooth sailing from now on, and there would be nothing to hinder me.

When I thought of this thought, it was as if a fire ignited in my body in a flash.

I think I should have done this a long time ago. If I had done this at the beginning, I wouldn't have suffered all this, and I wouldn't have let Wanwan fall into that situation.

When I got there, I started thinking of a solution.

But that bitch tied me up and treated me just like before, and even wanted to put me in a sack. However, because I refused to cooperate and she was too tired to be alone, she didn't do it.

Later, I don’t know where that bastard got some magic spells and talismans from, and brought them to the residence for men and women who were doing rope skipping, and made a lot of noise everywhere, spreading incense ash, glutinous rice, and slapping grapefruit leaves.

He said he wanted to exorcise evil spirits for me, but I fucked with that blood.

At night, he tied me up and forced me to sleep in the same bed with that bitch.

That jerk started out just slapping me and swearing at me in the face. Most of the words I used to swear at people came from that jerk.

I thought that this was it, it had happened before, and when I got the chance, I would run out and go find Wanwan.

But one night, that bitch actually took off my clothes, touched my legs, my hands, and even tried to touch my breasts.

I suddenly remembered the topic that Wanwan talked to me about: Who’s the fuck?

I don't know about other mothers, but if a mother has sex with her own daughter in bed, I think it's not normal no matter what.

When I thought this bastard was really going to sleep with me, I thought of Wanwan again. This bastard in front of me once said that I was willing to stoop to such a low level that I had slept with Wanwan. So why couldn't I just go ask someone for money?

Now it seems that this bastard himself probably slept with other girls when he was young. And he is definitely not as gentle as Wanwan. This bastard was definitely not as pretty as Wanwan when he was young.

How could she have the nerve to say such a thing? I couldn't understand it, but I knew that if he was charged with hooliganism, he should be considered one of them, judging by his appearance.

But who will believe what I say?

No one will.

Only Wanwan.

Wanwan is the best person to me in the world.

I have never misjudged Wanwan, and I have never misjudged anyone other than Wanwan.

There can only be two kinds of people in my world. One is Wanwan, who is unique, and the other is everyone except Wanwan, all of whom are rubbish.

I bumped my head against the bedside table and things on the bed fell to the ground with a crash.

There was a photo frame on the wall next to the bed, and in the frame was a photo of me and that bitch.

I would rather there was only Wanwan on it, but I feel sick when I think of Wanwan's photo being in the same room with this jerk.

So it’s better to have nothing.

But I had no control over these things, and the frame fell and hit me on the head.

There was a cup on the bedside table next to me. The cup was knocked over and there was actually a little water in it. The water splashed out and dripped onto the floor.

The person on the bed next to me suddenly jumped up like a frightened rabbit, turned around and ran away.

I thought she had no manners or shame.

It turns out there is still a little bit, even if you know what you did is wrong, you will still run away!

Ha, what did he do before? So he thinks that the things in the past don't count, and only today's thing is excessive? It's really funny.

I really hope that jerk dies right now.

But I know that's impossible.

So after that bitch got out, I just fell off the bed and onto the floor, and I was still tied up, so I couldn't run away, so I had to sleep under the bed.

This way she wouldn't come over again at night and crush me to death on the bed.

When I saw her leaving, I was really worried that she would get angry and smother me with a pillow.

There are many ways to kill someone, not to mention that I was outside among so many people, and she could still find a way to pull me back, not to mention that I was in the same room with her now.

There is no third person in the room.

I was still tied up by her, what could I do?

I thought of countless ways to kill people, especially how to torture this bastard, but which one could I use in my condition?

Even if I kill this man, can I go find Wanwan? Can I see Wanwan again?

How should I prevent others from noticing me? How should I tell Wanwan about the fact that she is not around after I meet her, and how can I stay with her forever?

Of course nothing can be done.

I suddenly realized that those spells seemed to have worked on me, and I began to give up and didn't want to look for Wanwan anymore.

Whenever I thought about how every time I got close to Wanwan, she must have lost something.

At first it was just money, then it was love, and then even freedom. And along with freedom, Wanwan also lost her reputation.

I was responsible for more than half of Wanwan's miserable situation. In fact, these things and results were not my original intention, but there is no doubt that I cannot escape from these things.

I would rather Wanwan and I be inseparable.

But it never goes as I wish. I don’t want to do anything anymore because I’m too tired and I don’t want to bring bad things to Wanwan anymore.

I sincerely hope Wanwan can live a good life.

But suddenly one day, maybe it was the next day, or maybe it was the third day, I don’t remember clearly, I was hit from behind with a stick and was sent to the hospital where I lay there for a long time.

I can't remember clearly what happened in the past.

If someone hadn't asked me about it today, I probably wouldn't have remembered it so clearly in my entire life.

Those things seem like they happened in my past life, and I don’t even feel like they happened to me.

But, but when people ask me about it, I still feel sad. I don’t know why, but I know that if I have to say it, I am indeed sorry to Wanwan.

But the person I feel sorry for is only Wanwan, not you. Why are you showing off in front of me?

Of course I know that Wanwan is not sick, not crazy, and has done nothing wrong, but the fact that she was punished and imprisoned and was considered crazy is all my fault.

I already know I was wrong. The law has not punished me, but I can't just live in a lunatic asylum by myself.

You came here to question me, but I have already known what you wanted to know, and you should leave now. "

The woman said.

The woman's husband also helped her walk.

Number Four stopped them again.

"You are wrong.

I have come here to question you, but now that I know what I want to know, I should just leave.

You should be able to understand the words I asked you, and I can guess what happened between you in the past.

Asking you in front of you is just to confirm it again, to give you a chance to be honest and admit your mistakes.

You have admitted that you were wrong, which is frank enough, but you don't seem to have figured out why I came here. I said at the beginning that I came to find something.

You just told me what I know, but you didn't give me what I want. How can you let me leave now?"

Number Four said.

"So what do you want?"

the woman asked.

"I want you to take the relic from the patient in the mental hospital."

Number four answered.

"It was just a razor blade. It was the only thing I took from Wanwan. Even if Wanwan was still alive, she would have allowed me to take it away."

The woman shouted.

"I don't care whether Wanwan allows it or not. Wanwan is already dead, and the cause of death is mostly because of you. Don't you have any idea yourself?"

Number Four asked with a sneer.

The woman was speechless.

"No, I don't allow you to take Wanwan's things. They are mine, and Wanwan would agree. Why should I give you Wanwan's things? Who do you think you are?"

The woman asked, shaking her head.

"Because that thing didn't originally belong to Wanwan.

Besides, even if the thing belongs to Wanwan, it is not yours.

Wanwan died because she saw you, don't you have any sense of shame?"