"The year she graduated from high school," said Xinlang, "neither she nor I was admitted to college. Our college at that time, unlike now, if we couldn't, we had to consider doing something else!
"I'm tired of studying and know I'm not that material, so I went to find a place to work," Xin Lang closed her eyes and fell into a period of past events. "But she insisted on going to college and chose to repeat her study!
"That was the first time, we had differences, and it was... The last time!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yu wanted to ask, who is this "she"?
However, now Xinlang is immersed in the memories of the past. Neither Zhao Yu nor Miao Ying rashly interrupted him.
This is the first time Zhao Yu has listened to the murderer's confession for many times. He thought he was calm and calm, but at this time, he still maintained a high degree of excitement. His ears opened and his eyes stared at the boss for fear of missing any word!
"In those years, my first love and I had a very plain and innocent life," Xin Lang's eyes seemed to flicker with casual tears. "She likes spicy hot at the school gate best, not only because it's delicious, but also cheap
"In summer, she love to paint red nails on her toenails." Xin Lang choked. "Because the school doesn't allow nail polish, so the first thing she does when she gets off school is to take off her socks and show her red nails on her feet.
"The separation came quickly, just a year," said Xin lang. "she was admitted to the provincial key university, Heyang Normal University!"
Hearing Xin Lang's words, a layer of goose bumps suddenly appeared on Zhao Yu's back. He never thought that the cause of the story was still related to the Normal University
"When I broke up, I was very calm and calm. I thought I could accept those who had read so many romantic novels, but..." Xin Lang shook his head and sighed, "I think it's too simple. I can't forget her. It seems that she left and my life was destroyed!
"It felt as if I had been one with her for a long time. When she left, I would die!
"What's more ridiculous," Xin Lang said with a clenched fist, "I can see that she yearns for a better college life. She doesn't give up on me at all. It's all a hypocritical performance
"I'm sad, I'm sad, but I never thought that she would become a brand that I can't get rid of all my life. Sometimes, I don't know what's wrong with me, whether I miss her too much or hate her too much!
"I want to be strong and strong, and I want to... Kill her!!!"
"After the breakup, I pressed my pain and went everywhere to make money and work," Xin Lang still clenched his fist. "I also secretly went to school to see her. She didn't do anything... Talking and laughing with her classmates
"Sometimes, I'm also very strange. People are really strange animals," Xin Lang shook his head and said. "At that time, I often wandered between nightclubs in Chengzhou. When I was a doorman, a car boy and a waiter, I saw a novel and lively world and saw so many women who could ignore everything for money
"Local tyrants spend money like dirt, and girls fly moths to the fire. Since then, a flame has appeared in my eyes. I also want to taste the joy of moths
"It's reasonable to say that after working in such a place for so long, I should take my feelings with her very lightly, but... No... I can't forget her anyway
"That kind of green and astringent memory of first love has deeply affected me. I think maybe she is not just a person, but some dependence in my brain?
"My mother died early. I have a habitual dependence on women. She is my first and the only one in my heart
"When I was in a nightclub, every time I saw a woman who was similar to her, I felt very fascinated. I fantasized that they were wearing red nail polish on their feet and then pounced on me."
It has to be said that Xin Lang's words are full of repetition and contradictions. Zhao Yu can see that this person's mental deformity has been very serious, and even has a certain paranoia.
At the same time, Zhao Yu and Miao Ying are worried about one thing. Will the "she" mentioned by Xin Lang be dead?
Or... He has killed him!?
"I really don't know what's wrong with me," said Xinlang with a confused look in her eyes. "Four years later, she graduated from college, left and left school!
"And I... I foolishly used the savings I earned in the past four years to buy a bookstore in Heyang Normal College... And began to sell and rent books
"Listen, you must think it's funny?" Xin Lang smiled strangely and unsightly, "she graduated, but I went to her school to open a shop. I... what do I want to do?
"Do you... Want to experience the school she went to? Or... Or... Am I crazy at all? "
Hearing this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but exchange a look with Miao Ying. They didn't expect that Xin Lang's state would fall so sharply. They began to worry about whether he would collapse if he continued like this, thus delaying the confession.
However, at this time, if you rashly interrupt him, it may affect the continuity of his confession, which is not good for finding out the truth. So, without saying anything, they continued to listen to Xinlang's confession: "at first, did I have a fairly peaceful life? Five years, or six years? " Xin Lang said, "my youth is also soaked in the university campus, but I'm not a college student, but a book seller“ Every day, I watched people come and go in the bookstore and read a lot of books. When I was free, I also read books. It's no exaggeration to say that I read almost all the books in the bookstore, no matter what type... "But... Although those books were well written, none of them could be written into my heart until one day, when I saw a novel written by a student, My heart was suddenly caught... "Speaking of this, Zhao yushunshi held Liu's only murder diary in front of Xin Lang“ Yes, I took it with me this time! " Xinlang said without hesitation, "yes, I was so fascinated that I stole it“ I think... Since you have caught me, can you guess the later plot? I can tell you, "Xinlang smiled again." you guessed right! I not only stole the manuscript, but also... I did it according to the plot written in the manuscript... "Sure enough... Xin Lang was right. Zhao Yu had guessed the following plot countless times. Now it seems that there is almost no deviation from his guess. However, the truth of the matter is still somewhat incomprehensible. So, Zhao Yu asked at the right time: "then next, tell me about your killing!" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.