Chapter 81: Past Dreams (Part )

Chapter 81: Past Dreams (Part )

"Officer. I was about to go out for dinner when I found out. I stayed at home all afternoon today and took my leave, so I lost half a day's salary again. This is the third half-day I have taken this month. My friend asked me how many days off I have a week, and I said: one and a half days. In fact, I only have one day off, and the extra half day is purely by asking for leave myself."

The policeman interrupted him: "You were on leave in the afternoon, and returned from here at noon? I didn't see anyone at that time."

"Yes, no, I was just about to say this. At that time, I first saw a bunch of car keys. I was wondering whose car keys were here, and then I saw a person lying on the ground with his hands on his chest as if he was confessing something..."

The police paid no attention to his rambling.

The deceased was a male Beta in his 30s, with an average figure and appearance. He wore a classic belt from a certain brand and a Rolex on his wrist. He was also a wealthy man.

The cause of death was a knife stabbed in the back, a low-quality knife that can be found everywhere in the wholesale market, and there were traces of electric batons on his body. He already had a portrait of the perpetrator in his mind. The inter-provincial suspect that the task force had been watching for a long time had appeared nearby, and he didn't care about the dead Beta lying on the ground in a confessional manner.

When the police saw the person getting out of the police car not far away, they walked over and said:

"Captain Jiang."

"The surveillance footage showed that the suspect entered the community," said Jiang Xunian.

"The instructions are as follows."

"Immediate detention."

“Is there enough evidence?”

"Twenty-four hours is enough. We have enough evidence."

The police did the usual on-site processing and were ready to pack up and leave. "Captain Jiang... where is he?"

The night wind picked up again in the evening.

Jiang Xunian watched as the lights in the living room on the third floor went out. The security guard noticed the person standing there, thinking that things were not peaceful during the day, so he walked over vigilantly and found that it was a policeman.

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After Chen Shurong turned off the lights in the living room, she turned on the ambient lights. Today was the first night since Cui Jing moved in, and there were still some things in the villa that had not been properly dealt with.

Almost everything had been moved out, and the living room looked empty and desolate, as if the furniture had been hastily moved out. This kind of atmosphere was perfect for watching a suspense drama set in a deserted village. Chen Shurong excitedly called her family. Her sister said:

"For a woman of the old gender, Beta is the opposite sex regardless of gender, you and your friends should be careful about the degree."

"Do you like her? It's not impossible to make her your next marriage partner."

Cui Jing asked the drama and handed it over to her for her choice. Chen Shurong hung up the phone in fear. What are her sister talking nonsense?

Not long after the game started, she felt someone leaning against her as she was feeling nervous.

"Scared me."

In such a terrifying atmosphere, Jingjing fell asleep. In the darkness, Chen Shurong couldn't see that she was sleeping restlessly, as if she was in a nightmare.

People in nightmare are either trapped by obsession or by memory.

……

The face in the mirror was a completely unfamiliar face.

This face is full of sorrowful silence, swollen eyelids, and haggard because of the death of her lover. It is not her face, but the face of a married woman.

The face of her new husband automatically appeared in her mind. He was walking around the wedding scene in a well-fitting suit. The hall was packed with guests. Several children were running and playing in the crowd. The sound of the salute was deafening, and the children were so scared that they screamed and ran to their parents.

The scene changed and the newspaper was passed around among several people. After reading the news that her husband had fallen off a cliff and disappeared, Cui Jing threw the newspaper on the table and smiled.

"If the spouse dies, he will automatically terminate the relationship between husband and wife? That's right. Madam, the status on the household registration book will become widowed, which requires the spouse's death certificate. If there is no death certificate, the cremation certificate will be fine."

The policeman shook his head and said meaningfully, "Our police station has not received any reports, and his family has not reported the case either. Without a case and a body, there is naturally no death certificate... I'm sorry, I can't help you file a case, Mrs. Cui. Maybe you can only go to court to file for divorce on the grounds of disappearance."

People's Court.

"Hello, ma'am. We are unable to provide this service at this time. We can only trouble you to come later. Tomorrow? Not tomorrow. It may be Monday. I am sorry. See you next time."

"Sorry, in order to reduce the waiting time for lawyers and clients, our hospital has launched an appointment function, but it is fully booked recently. Please make an appointment online for a later date. See you next time."

"It's you again. I remember you. I was the one who received you every time. Do you still remember me? Have you prepared all the documents? The case will be accepted and filed after seven working days. Don't worry. Civil litigation clearly states that a subpoena will be deemed to have been served after 60 days from the date of the announcement... Goodbye."

"Beep——" a car horn sounded.

"Bang——" the car was knocked over into the river, and water rushed into the car. She unbuckled her seat belt and swam out of the window, her head emerging from the river.

Sirens wailed by the river.

The doctor said, "You had a car accident on the road."

My husband's red-haired sister stood by the bed holding her cell phone and said, "The People's Court called and said your information was lost and you need to submit it again. What are you doing at the court?"

Everything, everything in this world was warning her: the marriage relationship could not be dissolved.

The resurrected husband appeared in the living room dressed in black and turned to her and said:

"Quiet."

The painter in pure white hung an oil painting under the spotlight, turned around, blood dripping from his blinking eyes, and said with a smile:

"Are you his wife?"

"Bang--" The flower pot shattered and blood flowed down his forehead.

Everyone was looking at her, her husband, her husband's mistress, and the mistress's admirers, all laughing, laughing crazily, looking creepy as if they were acting.

The devil whispered in her ear: It didn't matter if she hurt him, she was just contributing to their love, an indispensable part of this relationship, a great contribution. The voice became louder and louder, and the words became more and more crazy.

She ignored the voices, but they still pierced her heart like thorns. Cui Jing turned and ran, with broken pieces of pottery and soil falling on her feet.

Open a door and the floor turns into the difficult-to-maintain solid wood flooring in the villa.

She pushed open the door: a cage stood in the middle of the room.

She walked forward and lifted the cloth of the cage. The painter in the cage had a bent back, long legs curled up in front of him, and his eyes were dead.

He seemed to have been dead and weathered for a long time.

Cui Jing handed over the key that appeared in her palm and thought about the origin of the key in confusion:

It seemed that she had found it in her husband's room. When the nanny learned that she had discovered the third person imprisoned by her husband, she was trembling when asking for the key. The people in the villa thought that the young lady would make things difficult for the poor and good-looking man. The nanny, who couldn't pretend, looked at a room several times with an unconcealed look. So, Cui Jing found the key in the house.

"I can't leave." The man in the cage shook his head.

The self-righteous bitterness on his face irritated her eyes. Cui Jing slammed the key, which she had obtained with little effort, into the cage, causing a loud noise of metal collision.

She was very unhappy.

If you, the "protagonist", don't break free from the plot, how can the supporting characters break free? So for your freedom, and also... for my freedom.

"Even if your sister is fake." She finally said it when she heard her.

"Your sister is fake, so why don't you run? You are still in good health, your hands and feet are all there, your legs are not broken, but your spine is broken? Don't be a dog here anymore, stand up and run! There is no dignity in being a dog."

"You no longer have any relatives in this world. Why are you clinging to family affection? You are a lonely person." She heard her tone suddenly calm down.

"Xue Yijie, stop being a dog and run."

She doesn't want to be a dog either.

Cui Jing squatted on the ground to reach for the key that was smashed into the cage. She squeezed herself on the fence, kneeled on the ground, and tried her best to reach it. Her fingertips were just about right. She wanted to open the cage and get him out.

The key was pushed forward and she reached it.

"You say... I am a lonely person?" he asked.

Cui Jing got the key and opened the cage, then grabbed the man by the collar and roughly pulled him out. She shouldn't have had that much strength, and she really didn't have that much strength, so it was Xue Yijie who followed her movements and stood up.

"Yes." Cui Jing said affirmatively:

"You are a lonely person, with no friends, no lover, and no career. Your friends are all scumbags who want to sleep with you, your lover is a legal geek, and your reputation in the circle is in a mess. To be precise, if you want to throw away everything, there is nothing better than you now, because you have nothing but your life now."

She skinned him until he was bloody.

"But I'm not asking you to die. I'm asking you to leave, do you understand?"

"I understand," he said.

The painter's face was in a gray-red shadow behind the curtains, his lower eyelids were slightly moist, and at the end of his eyes was a clever tit.

He does not have a straight and vertical appearance, with straight and soft facial lines. He also does not have the negative stereotyped appearance of the gay community that is stigmatized with feminine words such as "female zero" and "sissy". He is calm and delicate, and looks like he can hold a literary book and look listening in the next second.

Cui Jing began to like him more.

If calmness, delicacy and non-threateningness are classified by the world as unique feminine qualities, then Cui Jing likes the feminine qualities in him.

"what are you up to?"

"Escape through the window." He opened the window.

She watched him tear down the curtains and throw them out of the window. After several operations, his legs stepped out first, followed by his body and head, and finally the top of his head disappeared out of the window.

"Hey, are you going to be with me?" The head came back.

She laughed and scolded, "Are you sick? Are we eloping?"

"Oh." The painter went down again.

She watched him sneakily trying to climb out of the backyard. Thank God there was no electric fence in the villa yard. After several attempts, he succeeded. He gradually shrank and turned into an exquisite figurine, a miniature scene doll, and disappeared into a grove of trees.

Run, run quickly!

Go ahead and let me see what this world is like!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Cui Jing laughed out loud in the empty room. Her laughter was extremely exaggerated, as if all the energy she had originally intended to use to torture Xue Yijie had been released at this moment. Her laughter floated from upstairs to downstairs, and she shouted downstairs:

"Auntie, bring me a pot of hot tea."

The sun in the sky rolled down like a ball of fire.

The whole world is golden, the tea kept warm on the appliance is still boiling hot, the glassware reveals a clear tea color, and a few berries are stuffed inside.

The husband pushed the door open and saw his beautiful wife smoking in the afterglow of sunset, like a wisp of soul by the window. The room was filled with choking smoke, mixed with the scent of fine tea that was concealed like a hidden Easter egg.

This top quality tea made from fruit is really wasted.

His wife had destroyed a lot of things these days, so Zhai Yang's eyes moved to the cage, which was empty.

Cui Jing was restricted from her freedom for several days.

She was just not allowed to leave the villa. She let the man who could paint run away, so Zhai Yang restricted her freedom. But I don't know if it's because she didn't target others as much as in the original plot, and Zhai Yang didn't use any bad methods on her.

She is trapped in the plot, but to some extent she is an NPC with a lot of arbitrary power.