think about love

Chapter 28

Numbing myself with all things that can numb myself, I am afraid that I will be thinking about him 24 hours a day.I had a good life and tried a lot of things that I had never done before. Every day I was stuck in a house that was less than [-] square meters including the toilet.I have become very lazy. I eat when I am really hungry every day. I don’t pass the time. Every day I sleep, wake up, smoke and drink, and then I am in a daze. I don’t think about anything. thing.

The only thing I can think of is that person, sleep when you are hungry, repeat those things when you wake up hungry, eat when you are really hungry.

A long time passed day by day, and I didn't get the call I wanted to wait for. If someone hadn't called by mistake, I would have suspected that it was broken.Strange to say, that call came from abroad, I picked it up with a glimmer of hope, and there was a bang at first, I asked disappointedly who to look for?The person on the other end was actually a Chinese, "Sorry, I made a wrong call." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.I don't have time to think, and I don't want to think, anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

The affairs between me and Lu Chan settled down a week or two after graduation, and no one named and scolded me online anymore.And no one will bring up the high school gay thing, people don't bother to mention it, they pull the sword out of me and stab someone else.

I don't want to sympathize with everyone, everyone is the same.It's just that an unsolved case broke out, which made me sit in the Public Security Bureau of City A for the first time.I was trying to force myself to sleep that day when there was a knock on the door.

I lit a cigarette and opened the door irritably. Several people who claimed to be police were holding a ID that I had never seen before. "We are police officers from the Police Department of City A. Please cooperate with our work and come with us." I spit out Smoke "Oh, how do I know you're not liars."

As soon as I was about to close the door, the person in the lead put his hand against the door, "We are really the police. The blogger who hacked you on the Internet a few days ago is dead, so you are suspected."

I reopened the half-closed door, "I won't go with you, I will walk to the police station by myself."

After I finished speaking, I opened the door and I was not afraid of whether they were real or not. Anyway, I would not be interested in snatching anything with my appearance.Although I don't live a regular life like before, I still can't stand the chaos and kick the cigarettes on the table into my bag.Bring a lighter. I bought the lighter according to the one used by Lu Chen. It feels quite expensive, but I still bought it.

He lifted the garbage at the door, closed the door and went downstairs with the policemen.Throwing it in the trash can at the door, they came by car, but I made it difficult for them if I wanted to leave, so I arranged for someone to accompany me all the way to the police station.When I arrived at the police station, I felt an unacceptable pain in my feet, but suddenly I felt a kind of abnormal comfort. It turns out that I still have the feeling, so I am still alive.

Living in pain in a place without him.Thinking about him like crazy in my heart, I will feel heartache at first, and I don’t know why it will disappear later.fine.Today's pain makes me feel like I'm still alive.Still personal.

When I arrived at the police station, the policemen were very nice. Although I was a suspect, they showed me enough respect, and I also cooperated with their work. I answered whatever they asked.When they asked who the mosaic was in the photo, I didn't cooperate, "Maybe it's a fairy."

They kept asking me, and I told the truth, but when they asked me for the second time, I kept my mouth shut.But they mentioned Lu Chan, "I heard you had fun with a boy named Lu Chan at school?"

I calmly closed my eyes, "It's okay." They also asked me, "Are you friends with Zhu Huainan?" Who is your boyfriend." I opened my eyes, "I don't know who the person in the photo is. Maybe it doesn't exist."

Now I feel a little bit that Lu Zen is actually a person I imagined, and the photo was synthesized by me in PS. If I didn't know how to synthesize in PS, I think I have the ability to kill people.

Later, when I was extremely uncooperative, they began to arouse my feelings, and they put some materials on the table "I don't think you will let such a terrible murderer go unpunished." The above mentioned that How miserable is the death of a person.All his fingers were cut off, his tongue was pulled out, embroidery needles were stuck in his eyes, his chest was skinned, and a brooch was pinned to his chest. □□ filled with a large amount of sulfuric acid.

There is a photo of the face of the deceased on the back.An extremely distorted face, it turned out so no wonder the police suspected me.He insulted me in that post. In the article, he said that I was a slut. I must have tried various things and said that the dirt on my back might not be cleaned with sulfuric acid.I sent a picture, which is a kind of thing I used at the time, saying that I definitely like it.In fact, I just feel that this kind of person is disgusting. I just thought it was a joke when I saw it.

The police cleared me of suspicion, and then began to suspect me of the person I was with, which indeed looked like a person who cared a lot about me.I smiled, "It's not the person in the photo. He left just after the incident broke out. I don't know where he went. His name is Lu Chan." I don't want to trouble them, and I'm sure it's not Lu Chen, because if it was him, he would definitely come to see me when he has the time.

I don't know how they contacted Lu Chan's father. Lu's father told the police that he had been in the United States recently, and had been in the United States since the accident.There are American teachers who can prove it.

It turned out that he was in the United States, but later because no evidence was found.This case has been unable to find clues, the police tried their best, but according to them, the murderer's anti-reconnaissance ability is too strong, the place where the deceased was found was the toilet of an illegal small casino, there were many people and there was no surveillance data.There was nothing left at the scene.

I feel sad, because after the netizen with good deeds found out about this incident, they blamed the police on the Internet.Other netizens naturally joined in the fun and started talking about their old stories.Looking at the failures of the police, I find it ridiculous. These people will always only pay attention to the "mistakes" that are human, and never look at how much they paid behind it.How much was sacrificed.

I'm a little curious about what it is that supports them and protects those who often stab countless knives in their ribs.

The author has something to say: I don’t know why there is such a pervert. "???"