Editor's note: The story is tense and thrilling, and it gives people a lot to think about: How should we view the story and the character Shi Jun? He is a typical example of a fierce and reckless man in life. He lacks culture and is bloodthirsty. Once he is strongly oppressed, he will resist and retaliate by any means. He is also a typical victim of powerful oppression in real life. In our lives, many businessmen are blackmailed by relevant rights holders and suffer terribly. At the end of the article, it also tells us that no matter how much hatred there is or what the reason is, killing someone must bear legal responsibility. The other characters in the novel are also typical of reality. The novel portrays Shi Jun killing corrupt officials, which also shows the ineffectiveness of punishing corruption in reality. This novel can be read, but you cannot imitate Shi Jun's way of killing.
After escaping into the mountains, Shi Jun still didn't dare to stop. He staggered and ran forward. He thought: "One more step will keep me away from the police. I must not let the police catch me. Zhao Laowu, the old bastard, is still alive. I will not be satisfied unless I kill his whole family." Thinking of killing people, he became excited and subconsciously pulled out the butcher knife behind him. This butcher knife has been with him for nine years. The wooden handle is oily and black, and the one and a half foot long blade flashes with a cold light. He remembered what his father said when he handed this butcher knife to him, "Son, Dad is looking forward to you growing up so that he can give it to you. With this skill, you will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life." After taking this butcher knife from his father, Shi Jun cherished it like a treasure. Over the years, he always polished it to a bright shine, and there was not a single nick on the blade.
Using it to kill people, and killing four people in a row, was something Shi Jun had never expected. Now he was only concerned with escaping, and he didn't even bother to wipe the blood off the knife. He put the butcher knife close to his nose, and a bloody smell entered his nose. This was not the bloody smell of livestock, but the bloody smell of Director Tian of the Taxation Bureau and his mistress, and the bloody smell of Wang Wei's wife and his four-year-old son from the Market Management Office. Over the years, Shi Jun had gotten used to the bloody smell of livestock. He felt that the bloody smell of people was no different from the bloody smell of livestock. Killing people and killing livestock were both a piece of cake for him. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, and he could do it with his eyes open and closed. Shi Jun greedily sniffed the bloody smell, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick the blood spots a few times. The bloody smell triggered his appetite, and his stomach growled. "I must find something to eat, to stay alive!" Thinking of this, he rolled and crawled down the steep slope and walked towards the ditch pond.
In early winter, when the frogs were coming down the mountain, Shi Jun saw a few frogs squatting by the shallow water of the stream, calling "Gu'er, Gu'er". He immediately thought of the bright red frog meat. He licked his cracked lips, crouched and tiptoed towards the frogs. Hunting frogs made him feel excited. He felt as fierce as a tiger and as clever as a leopard. He grinned as if he was slaughtering a fat pig weighing more than 300 kilograms in his backyard. A little forest child saw a man with disheveled hair and beard, pale face and ferocious face approaching them and wanted to attack them. He screamed "Gu'er!" and jumped away with his companions.
After reaching for nothing, Shi Jun sat down on a stone dejectedly. He didn't dare to sit for long, so he walked over to squat beside the stream and stretched out his hand to drink water, but he stopped before his hand touched the water. He saw his reflection in the water, "Is this still me? Is this still a human? It's a fucking devil!" Shi Jun was extremely depressed, and he was afraid that his hands would get hurt in the water. The water splashed on his face and body, wet and cold. He covered his face with his cold hands, and tears flowed through his fingers.
An autumn wind blew by, and the leaves rustled behind him. He turned his head subconsciously and saw that it was just the wind shaking the dead branches. He was relieved and scooped up the cold stream water with both hands and drank a lot. He cut the green grass by the water with a butcher knife and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it hard. He swallowed the bitter juice and saliva. Suddenly, a little squirrel with a long tail jumped over the stone in front of him. Shi Jun quickly swung the butcher knife in his hand, but he didn't expect to hit the little squirrel. The little squirrel fell to the ground on its side, and its two little paws kicked a few times and moved. Shi Jun was ecstatic and pounced on it. He grabbed the little squirrel and peeled off the squirrel's skin in two or three seconds.
Shi Jun, 32, has been a butcher for ten years. He has no idea how many animals he has slaughtered, nor how many animals he has skinned. He remembers that when he first started learning how to butcher pigs, his lame father put a butcher knife in his hand, pointed at the neck artery of a tied pig, and told him the key to butchering pigs: "Steady, accurate, and ruthless, one cut to kill!" In the following ten years of his butchering career, Shi Jun followed this set of key points to butcher pigs and sheep, and became the famous "Shi Yidao" in the West Market.
Shi Jun likes to kill sheep the most. Listening to the sheep's bleating and watching the tears rolling down the sheep's eyes, such a scene makes him excited. The cells all over his body are swelling. The uncontrollable desire makes him pick up the cold-shining butcher knife. With just one cut, the sheep stopped crying. The last tear rolled down from the girl's eyes and slowly closed his eyes. Shi Jun gently wiped the butcher knife with blood spots, slowly savoring the relaxation and comfort after being completely released psychologically and physically. At this time, Shi Jun's heart was peaceful and quiet, his face was smiling, and his eyes saw green mountains and clear waters, red flowers and green willows. Everything was beautiful, and he felt that his life was beautiful. Especially when peeling sheep skins, his nerves were always in extreme excitement. He imagined that the person hanging on the rope was his elementary school class teacher. That mean old woman filled Shi Jun's primary school life with humiliation and fear. I remember that in the third grade of primary school, because he was late and didn't finish his homework, Shi Jun was punished by the head teacher to stand at the back of the classroom for a whole morning, which made him wet his pants and was ridiculed by his classmates. Zhao Laowu, that old bastard, obviously had two sons bullying Shi Jun, but he not only ignored his own sons, but also slapped Shi Jun twice, "Go back and tell your lame father, come here if you don't agree, we can't stand one!" Bullying the weak, do you think Shi Jun can not hate this old bastard! Zhao Lingzhi also deserved to die. In the third year of junior high school, Shi Jun secretly slipped a note to her, but he didn't expect that this dead girl would make the note public on the spot. As a result, Shi Jun was nicknamed "Stone Toad" and became a joke of the whole class. Of course, among these damned people, Director Tian and Wang Wei deserved to die the most. As a director of a tax bureau, he either wanted pig hearts to nourish his heart or pig kidneys to nourish his kidneys. All the rare things on the pigs were fed to this wolf all year round. Market manager Wang Wei deserves to die. He is in his twenties and relies on his father being a deputy director to exploit the people and is greedy. If you don't pay tribute, fine, I will move your stall and punish you until you die. These ruthless guys rely on their power to levy heavy taxes and abuse their power. "I told you to enjoy, so go to hell and enjoy it." Shi Jun showed a ferocious smile on his face. He thought of the scene when Director Tian saw him and spat in hatred, "Bah!"
That day, Shi Jun received a call from Director Tian: "Have you collected ten pig hearts?"
"We've only saved six!" Shi Jun said quickly.
"Didn't I tell you to save money quickly? My wife needs treatment for her heart disease!" Director Tian was obviously unhappy.
"The price of live pigs has increased sharply, and pork prices have also risen. The meat is difficult to sell, fewer pigs are slaughtered, and there are fewer pig hearts!" Shi Jun explained quickly.
"If you can't even handle such a small matter, what else can you do? Don't say anything else, just pay me the three years' worth of taxes!" Director Tian turned hostile.
"What taxes?" Shi Jun asked puzzledly.
"Don't you know whether I paid taxes for the past three years?" Director Tian asked back on the phone.
"Director Tian, didn't you say that I don't have to pay taxes?" Shi Jun became anxious and raised his voice unconsciously.
"Shi Jun, I told you to defer payment, not not to pay! Did I make a mistake about you? Go to the branch office tomorrow to pay the taxes, otherwise I will punish you!" Director Tian hung up the phone.
"You son of a bitch, you set me up! You said I was exempt from taxes, but now you want me to pay the taxes. The pork I ate in three years is equivalent to ten years of taxes. It's just a few pig hearts, but you turned your back on me! I think you are tired of living!" Shi Jun was even more upset when he remembered that the market manager Wang Wei asked him to borrow money in the morning. There is a doggerel circulating in the market, "Pushing a small mill, the credit union; smashing a big one, Wang Dare." Wang Wei, who is in his twenties, is addicted to gambling. When he is short of money, he borrows money from the stalls and vendors in the West Market. Today he asks for three hundred, tomorrow he asks for five hundred, and he has never seen him pay it back. This morning, Wang Wei came to borrow money again, and he asked for one thousand. "I haven't sold more than one thousand yuan in three days, how can I lend you the money!" Shi Jun was a little unhappy. Wang Wei said to the people around him slowly, "It's time to adjust the stalls, otherwise it's unfair to those stall owners near the wall." Everyone knows that stalls near the wall are crappy, customers are reluctant to go there, and the goods are not easy to sell. "Isn't this obviously extortion? Today, I won't pay this money. Let's see what you can do!" Shi Jun regretted it again. If he really wanted to punish you, he would give you a hard time. What can you do? "These bastards, do they want to let me live?" The more he thought about it, the more he felt upset. He had a lot of anger in his heart but had no place to vent it. He ordered half a pound of bulk wine, cut a piece of pork head meat from the cooked food basin, and sat by the butcher's counter to drink alone.
As the saying goes: Draw a knife to cut off the water, the water will flow faster; drink a cup to drown the sorrow, the sorrow will be more severe. After drinking half a catty of liquor, Shi Jun dared to cross Jingyang Ridge. He asked his wife to watch the stall, put the butcher knife on his belt under his clothes, and walked to Director Tian's house with six pig hearts.
Arriving at the gate of Director Tian's house, Shi Jun saw that the gate was open, and walked into the yard. He pushed open the door and heard Director Tian say in the bedroom: "Why are you here so late? I've been waiting for you for half an hour! Lock the gate!" Before Shi Jun could answer, a young woman came in from outside. She was startled when she saw Shi Jun and was about to leave. Shi Jun stretched out his hand to stop her, "Don't go, Director Tian has been waiting for you for half an hour. I'm leaving, Director Tian," he shouted into the house, "I've put the pig heart on the windowsill for you!" Director Tian pushed open the bedroom door and came out. Seeing Shi Jun and the young woman, he was startled and said, "Xiao Xia, you have business to talk to me. Let's talk in the office tomorrow!"
The woman named Xiao Xia turned to walk out, but was stopped by Shi Jun. "Don't worry, it would be such a pity to leave like this. Director Tian, I only have one question for you before I leave! Do I still have to pay the tax tomorrow?"
In front of the woman, Director Tian couldn't put down his pride and said sternly, "Shi Jun, do you want to blackmail me?"
Shi Jun was also furious, "You are so cruel, Director Tian. You have been eating my pork kidneys to nourish your kidneys for so many years just to play with women!"
The words were so harsh that Director Tian pointed at the door and yelled, "Get out!"
Shi Jun felt the blood rushing to his head. He quickly pulled out his butcher knife and stabbed Director Tian in the chest. Director Tian fell down without a sound. Xiao Xia screamed and ran out, but Shi Jun grabbed her, pinned her to the ground and stabbed her again.
Looking at the two bodies on the ground, Shi Jun felt relieved. He looked down at his body and found that there was not a drop of blood on it. He was very satisfied with his skills. He poured out the pig heart from the black bag, put the butcher knife in it, twisted it a few times, put it on his belt, and walked out of Director Tian's house.
When he came to the street, Shi Jun sobered up a little when he felt the cold wind. "I might as well go all out and kill a few more to get my money's worth!" He hurried towards Wang Wei's house.
Wang Wei was not at home, his wife and four-year-old son were sitting on the sofa watching TV. When the doorbell rang, the young wife opened the door and saw Shi Jun, who was very enthusiastic and invited him in.
Wang Wei's house is really nice, with more than 100 square meters, three bedrooms, one living room, and two bathrooms. The living room alone is 50 to 60 square meters, the whole room is decorated with solid wood, and it has all kinds of household appliances. Wang Wei's wife, who is in her twenties, wears a thick gold chain around her neck, a gold bracelet on her wrist, and gold on her ears and fingers. Thinking of Wang Wei's borrowing money in the morning, Shi Jun's teeth clattered, and he pulled out a knife from behind.
Wang Wei's wife knew Shi Jun and had sent pork to their family during festivals. She asked Shi Jun to sit down and stood up to pour water for him. When she turned around with a glass of purified water, she saw Shi Jun holding a butcher knife in his hand and staring at her. She threw away the glass and rushed to her son on the sofa, blocking him behind her.
Shi Jun's mind went blank. He pulled the young wife up and stabbed her in the chest, then threw her to the floor. He wanted to leave, but he saw a four-year-old boy on the sofa getting off the floor and running towards his mother. He took a step forward and stabbed the boy with his knife, and the boy fell on his mother.
Shi Jun put away his knife and walked out of the door. He wanted to kill Zhao Laowu's family, but after he took a few steps, he heard sirens. The incident had happened and it was too late to escape, so he quickly walked towards the back mountain and ran into a pine forest before running for his life.
Shi Jun regretted that he had designed the order of killing in an unreasonable way. He should have killed Zhao Laowu's family first, then the elementary school class teacher, and put Director Tian last. "That bastard Director Tian, where did his arrogance go when he usually showed off in front of small vendors? He is like a pile of black cotton, not even as good as a pig. Pigs grunt a few times before they die, but Director Tian died without a sound, what a wimp!" The more Shi Jun thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more regretful he became. He took the butcher knife and stabbed the bloody body of the little squirrel again and again.
An autumn breeze blew by, and Shi Jun shuddered. His stomach gurgled. Shi Jun cut off a small piece of the squirrel with a knife and put it in his mouth to chew. Eating raw meat was common to Shi Jun. When he was selling meat in the market, Shi Jun often cut off a piece and put it in his mouth to chew. This almost became a habit. If he didn't chew some raw meat for a few days, Shi Jun would feel uncomfortable. The squirrel was so small that only a few small bones and a small head bone were left. Shi Jun stood up, put the butcher knife on his waist, and was about to walk down the mountain, but he felt something was wrong. Maybe the police were waiting for him at the foot of the mountain, and he must not fall into the trap. He turned around and walked up the mountain. After eating the squirrel meat, he had some strength and walked much faster.
He didn't know how far he had walked, but he remembered climbing over three ridges. On the fourth day, at about 3:00 p.m., he saw a simple little house on a hillside. It was a small house for ginseng growers. It was more accurate to say it was a plastic shed, wrapped from top to bottom with mulch. In any case, it must be warmer inside than outside. Shi Jun quietly approached the little house, tilted his ears and listened. There was no sound inside, so he opened the small door and went in.
There was a narrow bed in the room, covered with a dirty yellow army blanket. A big nail was nailed to a stake in the corner of the room, and a big plastic bag was hung on the nail. Shi Jun took off the plastic bag and put it on the bed, opening it layer by layer, and saw that there were greasy and soft fried dough twists inside. Shi Jun grabbed the fried dough twists and stuffed them into his mouth. The fragrant and sweet fried dough twists stayed in his mouth for a moment before he swallowed it.
After eating, he wrapped the twisted dough again and hung it on the nail. He closed the door, lay on the bed, pulled the quilt over himself, and closed his eyes.
For the first time in four days, he had a full stomach and lay in bed, covered with a quilt, feeling like a normal person. He felt very comfortable. He thought of his home, his wife and son. Maybe his wife and son were looking for him everywhere, or maybe the police were waiting in his house. He could imagine that there were wanted posters for him all over the streets. He had suddenly become a celebrity.
Until now, he has no regrets, but only feels it is a pity that Wang Wei, that little bastard, escaped. He was the one who deserved to die the most, and his wife and children became scapegoats; that young woman named Xiao Xia was so damn unlucky that she walked into Director Tian's house at that time. All this was destined, and there was no escape, damn it! If she hadn't appeared, I might not have killed anyone, it was all because of this unlucky woman, a beauty is a disaster, it's really a beauty!
Suddenly, he heard the rustling sound of leaves. He stood up alertly, grabbed the door with his left hand and held the butcher knife with his right hand.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye they were outside the door. The man pulled out, and Shi Jun pulled in. The man outside muttered, "Damn it, what the hell!"
Shi Jun wanted to strike first. While the man was trying to pull out again, he pushed hard and the man fell on his back. Shi Jun jumped up and pounced on the man. Before he could react, he raised his knife and the man snorted and stopped moving. Shi Jun climbed up and rubbed the knife on the man's body. He dragged the man's body into the house, took the food with him, and turned back to the ridge.
Three days later, one evening, Shi Jun walked out of the mountains and came to a small village.
This is a small village with only about 20 households. The thatched houses are old and dilapidated, scattered in the village. Shi Jun walked around the village and saw an old lady in her 80s or 90s sitting in front of a thatched house. The old lady had a bun and wore a gray cloth dress with a large collar. She lowered her head as if she didn't see him.
Shi Jun thought the old lady was a little strange, so he asked her where she was. Unexpectedly, she stood up and went into the house. From a distance, he saw a wine sign hanging in front of a thatched cottage in front of him. Shi Jun was delighted and walked over quickly. There was still no one in the house. There was a pile of wine on an old long table, and a pile of rough black ceramic bowls were placed next to the wine jar. Shi Jun picked up the wine jar, poured a bowl of wine, and drank it. The door of the inner room opened, and a woman in her thirties walked out. She was dressed very similarly to the old lady she had just met.
The woman smiled and said, "Sir, you have come to our store exhausted. What would you like to eat?"
Shi Jun said, "I want to stay here for one night, is that ok?"
"Okay, you can live in that room!" The woman pointed to a closed door.
Shi Jun said to the woman a little embarrassedly: "I left home in a hurry and I don't have any money with me!"
The woman said, "I never charge any fees here. You just need to stay here!" Then she pushed open the closed door.
Shi Jun walked in. There was a big bed in the room, with a blue and white floral blanket neatly folded on it. There was an indescribable fragrance in the room. There was a wooden washbasin stand on the floor, and on the stand was an earthenware basin, which was half filled with water and covered with a towel. After washing up, Shi Jun put the butcher knife under his pillow, lay on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.
In the middle of the night, he went to the yard to relieve himself. He looked around and saw that the village was pitch black. Even the barking of a dog could not be heard. Shi Jun hurried into the house.
Lying on the bed, the fragrance from the pillow was so pleasant that he turned sideways and squinted. In a daze, he felt something coming to the bedside. Just as he was about to sit up, his neck was strangled. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw several black men rubbing his bed, with his legs and arms pinned down. Shi Jun struggled desperately to pull out one hand and reached for the butcher knife under the pillow. He tried a few times but couldn't find it, and his outstretched hand was pinned down again.
Shi Jun felt a black screen before his eyes and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found himself tied to a big tree by the roadside, and people with pale faces hurried past him. Shi Jun shouted loudly: "Let me go, let me go!" But those people seemed to be unable to see or hear him at all, and kept walking past.
Shi Jun's throat was hoarse from shouting, and he could not make any sound. He could only watch those people walk past him. Suddenly, Shi Jun saw several familiar people coming from a distance. Director Tian was walking in front, and Xiao Xia was walking behind. Their chests were all red. Shi Jun was so scared that he quickly lowered his head, but Director Tian and Xiao Xia walked past him expressionlessly, as if they did not see him. Shi Jun was confused. Aren't they dead? I clearly killed them, so why did they appear here? Just as he was suspicious, Wang Wei's wife came over, followed by his four-year-old son. Shi Jun lowered his head and did not dare to look at them, but Wang Wei's wife suddenly smiled at him. The smile was eerie and ferocious, and Shi Jun broke out in a cold sweat. Wang Wei's wife stopped and was about to say something to him, but a group of little black people less than one meter tall came up from behind and dragged Wang Wei's wife away.
Shi Jun remembered that he was strangled unconscious by a group of little black men and then tied to a tree. He felt desperate and tears flowed down his face.
Shi Jun saw the old lady he had seen in front of the thatched cottage walking towards him from a distance carrying a large jar.
"Grandma, grandma!" Shi Jun called out to the old lady in a hoarse voice. The old lady didn't even look at him and walked over quickly.
"Grandma, don't go, let me go! Let me go!" Shi Jun shouted desperately.
"Stop shouting, Meng Po is in a hurry to deliver soup and will not pay attention to you!" The woman in the inn stood in front of him with a smile.
Shi Jun was like seeing a savior, he begged: "Please, let me go! I know you are a kind woman! Let me go!" The woman giggled, reached out to take her head down, straightened her bangs on her forehead, and put it back on her neck.
"I'm not a kind-hearted person. I'm a headless ghost! I'm here to deal with evil people like you!" As he said that, he raised a sharp butcher knife and stabbed towards Shi Jun.
A few days later, the armed police who were searching for the murderer Shi Jun found Shi Jun's body in a valley five kilometers away from the city, with his own sharp butcher knife still stuck in his chest.
Shi Jun committed suicide out of fear of punishment, and what happened before his death became a secret forever.