8. High-power telescope
Tang Shi's experiment seemed to have failed. I secretly opened the bandage several times and found nothing unusual. On the contrary, the wound healed well and had scabbed. But I became even more panicked because Tang Shi's face was unusually gloomy and murderous every time she changed the bandage. Maybe she was considering breaking my legs again to continue her experiment of love.
I stepped up my planning for a second escape.
After Tang Shi went to work that day, I was walking around the house with my wheelchair and accidentally came to the high-power telescope. Thinking of Tang Shi's hobby, I curiously moved closer and turned the adjustment knob to look around. The telescope has a high magnification, and the scenery thousands of meters away can be seen clearly. Suddenly, in a room in the opposite building, I found two familiar faces! It was Bai Ling and that man! I had heard that they were married and lived together, but when I saw this scene with my own eyes, my heart still hurt. Then a bigger doubt covered my heartache-why were they in Tang Shi's telescope? Is it just a coincidence?
Or maybe Tang Shi had a purpose, they were in the same group! Because they were worried that I would retaliate against them after I was released from prison, they designed a series of traps for me to fall into, using various means to make others think I was a lunatic, so that they could control my freedom with confidence and not disturb their lives. And the funds needed for Tang Shi's medical research were probably the rewards they provided!
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. All the bones in my body were crackling like a volcano out of control.
It looks really harmonious.
There is a lively soap opera playing in the living room, a fragrant bone soup is stewing in the kitchen, a colorful fruit plate is placed on the table, a sweet wedding photo is hung on the wall, and the toothbrush holders in the bathroom are in pairs, and the pattern on the pillowcase is a mandarin duck. Everything shows that this is a normal family, no different from the thousands of families in this city. You think so too, right? Wrong! In fact, I don’t know the woman who is busy in the kitchen wearing a Bello Kitty apron.
Don't trust your eyes, sometimes what you see is not necessarily the truth.
1. A woman like a cat
As soon as I saw that woman, I couldn't help swallowing.
In fact, she is not stunningly beautiful, her skin is not white enough, her buttocks are not perky enough, and her facial features are not soft enough, but her breasts are firm enough, her skirt is short enough, and she is seductive whether she looks up or down. For a man who has been away from women for a long time, these two points are enough.
My name is Shi Junyi, I am 30 years old, and I have just finished a three-year labor reform. When I walked out of the prison gate, no one greeted me except the swift wind. This was expected. Three years ago, my wife Bai Ling was caught cheating on me in bed. In anger, I stabbed the man with a knife and was convicted and imprisoned. Soon after the verdict came out, Bai Ling divorced me, and since then I have no relatives in this world.
I walked aimlessly with my bag on my back, feeling as desolate as the road overgrown with weeds. And then the woman appeared on the side of the road, her scarlet skirt fluttering in the wind, like a blooming paradise crow. My car broke down, can you please help me? She said to me in a delicate voice.
She was lucky. You know, I used to work as a car repairman, so I helped her fix the problem in less than ten minutes. The woman was very happy and thanked me by taking out a can of beer from the trunk. As the cold liquid slid down my throat, I couldn't help but glance at her again, and I found that her expression was a little strange. How should I put it? A bit like a cat, a cat that looks down on its prey. There was a smile on her face, but her eyes were cold and chilling.
It was too late when I realized it. I suddenly felt dizzy and then fell to the ground like a heavy bag of rice.
2. Raise the wrench above your head
When I woke up, I was in a strange room, tied up like a dumpling. The woman squatted beside me and looked at me gloomily. A loose white men's shirt replaced her skirt, wrapping her body tightly. The sexiness and charm that once made me excited were now like props after the closing of a performance, weapons put away and horses released to the mountains. Two words came to my mind: robber. I smiled bitterly and said to her, Miss, I'm afraid you've worked in vain this time! I am a labor reform prisoner who has just been released from prison, and my pockets are cleaner than my face.
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then left without saying a word. She returned a few minutes later with something in her hand. It was a thick wrench, which I had just used to help her fix the car problem not long ago. But now the woman raised it above her head and smashed it down at me. After a snap, my right leg was broken. The sudden and severe pain made me scream, but the woman did not feel any sympathy. She raised the wrench again and firmly dropped it on my other good leg.
I fainted.
When I woke up again, I was already lying on the bed, my legs were fixed in plaster and wrapped in bandages like a shroud. I tried to sit up, but the pain was so severe that I almost suffocated. Then I saw an IV bag hanging above my head, and I felt relieved. It seemed that the woman must have broken my legs and then escaped. Then I was found by a kind person and sent to the hospital for treatment. But the next minute the door opened, and it was not the angel in white who walked in, but the scary woman again! She was wrapped in that loose white men's shirt and approached me like a ghost, holding a bowl of soup with a suspicious smell in her hand. "Want to die quickly? Just drink this!" She said to me coldly,
I drank it, and she forced me to drink it down after she pried my teeth open with a spoon. I asked her who she was and why she did this to me. She said nothing. Her expression was cold and contemptuous, as if I was already a lifeless corpse in her eyes.
That night I was like a fish on a chopping board, trembling with fear as I waited for death to come. However, until dawn, I showed no signs of dying.
She mocked me.
3. Arabian Nights
The next morning, the woman showed up to change my dressing. Facing the bloody wound, she was calm beyond the psychological quality of an ordinary person. What surprised me even more was that her operation was absolutely professional, just like a well-trained doctor.
I suddenly fell into a fear deeper than death. If she was a robber, she would never go to the wilderness to look for her target. Moreover, a fool like me could see that she was a pauper, which showed that she was not after money. As for revenge, I was a stranger to her. So what made her seduce a stranger with her sex appeal, drug him, break his legs, and then treat him? Could she be the kind of perverted killer who often appears in horror movies and has a special hobby and specializes in targeting lonely passers-by?
During my three years of labor reform, I came into contact with many similar prisoners. They usually seemed to be well-behaved and even had decent jobs, but they had evil souls hidden deep in their hearts and committed many heinous murders. Perhaps she was a bloodthirsty devil like them, and unfortunately, I had just left the prison cage and fell into the tiger's mouth. Why was I so unlucky?
"Since you hurt me, why do you want to treat me?" I asked tentatively.
"How do you know I'm contacting you?" The woman sneered. "To tell you the truth, I'm a doctor, and I'm conducting a study on gene cloning. That is to say, I will transplant cloned cells into the human body to cultivate and reproduce the same organs or limbs to provide them to patients in need. Any medical progress must be achieved through experiments, and you are the guinea pig I chose. I broke your legs because I was afraid you would run away, and secondly, it was necessary for the experiment. I have implanted the cloned cells into your wound. If nothing goes wrong, in a few months you will not only be able to walk briskly, but you will even be able to grow a few more legs!"
I opened my eyes wide as if I had heard a fairy tale, and after a long while I managed to squeeze out a few words from my throat: "You are crazy!"
4. Wedding Photos
For the next few nights, I had a horrible dream. I dreamed that I turned into a centipede with dense legs all over my body. The woman chased me madly with a wrench. I wanted to escape, but I didn't know which leg to move first. When I woke up, I was sweating and screaming. The woman heard me and said to me disapprovingly, "Save your energy. This is the top floor of the apartment, and the most expensive soundproofing material was used during the decoration. No one will hear you even if you scream your throat out."
I really want to pounce on that evil face and tear it apart.
Although the woman was mean, she never treated me badly in terms of food. Three meals a day were a combination of meat and vegetables, with good color, aroma and taste. Although I hated her, my stomach was very spineless. When I ate, I often thought of Bailing, and my heart ached. I spent three years in prison chewing on hatred. I swore that after I was released from prison, I would fulfill my unfulfilled wish three years ago: kill the man who cheated on me. But the appearance of this damn woman completely disrupted my plan!
I can't just sit there and wait for death.
Women need to work and not stay at home every day. When I could barely move my body, I decided to try to escape. I endured the severe pain and climbed onto the wheelchair with difficulty, but when I left the room where I had been imprisoned for a month and came to the living room outside, my heart could not help but fall into the dark valley again! It was a security door with a password!
I tried to input several sets of numbers, but all failed. I had to frantically bang on the door and shout for help, hoping that someone passing by could hear me. However, from noon to sunset, I did not receive any response. Later, I saw the French window in the living room and wanted to smash the glass with a chair to send out a distress signal, but the window was as unmovable as cast iron. Until I exhausted the last bit of strength, I collapsed on the floor in despair.
At this time, something even more shocking happened! I found that the wedding photo hanging on the wall, the hero and heroine were actually that woman and me! And I was hugging her tightly, smiling sweetly, like a ripe pomegranate. I couldn't believe my eyes!
Why is this happening?
5. Mr. Lu
When the woman came back and saw the mess, she sneered again, "I forgot to tell you that all the windows here are equipped with bulletproof glass. I'm sorry that you've been busy for so long."
"What's the matter with this wedding photo?" I asked.
"It proves that we are husband and wife." The woman answered sarcastically.
"You're talking nonsense, I don't even know you!"
"I mean it."
"Crazy!" I was so angry that I grabbed the vase next to her and threw it at her while she was bending over to organize her things. After a dull thud, the woman fell to the ground. I hurriedly moved my wheelchair and escaped – she hadn't had time to close the security door. When I fled into the elevator, I saw her staggering out, her face covered in blood. Fortunately, the elevator closed in time and carried me down quickly. It was the rush hour after work, and I believed that there must be someone in the apartment lobby. If there was someone, I would be saved.
We arrived at the first floor. When the elevator door opened, the people waiting outside saw me in a state of daze, and there was a commotion! I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Help me call the police, someone has kidnapped me!" Strangely, they ignored me and took a step back, with disgust on their faces, as if I were some terrible plague. A man in a security uniform walked in through the crowd, his eyebrows knitted together: "Mr. Lu, why did you run out by yourself? Where's your wife?"
What Mr. Lu? I don't understand. Just as I was wondering, the woman ran out of the elevator next door with blood all over her face. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I will keep a close eye on him next time." She bowed to everyone, and then said, "Can you please help me take him back to his room?"
A few minutes later, I was taken back to the "cage" like an eagle. From their conversation, I learned that the woman's name was Tang Shi, and I was her "husband", named "Lu Zhitong". They also said that I was a mental patient with severe persecution delusion. I had been hospitalized for many years and was only recently taken home by Tang Shi.
6. She is sick!
"Last time he hurt himself and broke his own leg, and this time he attacked you with a vase, it's really dangerous." In the living room, everyone said to Tang Shi, "Alas, you really shouldn't have taken him back."
"What can I do? He is my husband after all." Tang Shi rubbed her eyes pitifully. Her acting skills were so superb that she fooled everyone. The paired tooth cups, pillowcases embroidered with mandarin ducks, the kitchen filled with the smell of fireworks, and the wedding photos that looked extremely sweet made our "marriage" relationship even more certain. Therefore, my excuses were all self-defeating, especially when I revealed that she kidnapped me for the purpose of using me for medical experiments , which caused a burst of laughter. They all said in unison, "Mr. Lu has a very rich imagination. Have you watched too many science fiction movies?"
I completely broke down.
After the crowd dispersed, Tang Shi pushed open my door and smiled like a vixen who had succeeded in her evil plan: "Shi Junyi, I told you that you can't escape from my grasp."
This was a well-planned conspiracy. She first broke my legs to deprive me of my freedom, then found my wedding photos hidden in my luggage, and replaced and enlarged the photos of her and Bai Ling through technical means, and hung them on the wall to show our "marriage" relationship to the neighbors. At the same time, she also lobbied everywhere that my "husband" suffered from mental illness, so that people would stay away from me, in order to achieve the purpose of imprisoning me for a long time.
Tang Shi, what a beautiful name! What a terrifying scheme! I glared at her fiercely. If my arms were long enough, her neck would have been twisted into a knot. Suddenly, Tang Shi's laughter was stuck, as if she was really being strangled! She staggered into the bedroom, poured a few white pills from a bottle and stuffed them into her mouth.
She must be suffering from some serious disease. This is not the first time she has had such an attack, and it has become more serious recently. Ha, what karma!
7. The Story of Tang Poetry
Tang Shi has a high-powered telescope and often sits there in a daze at night. This night she sat there for a long time again and smoked a lot of cigarettes. She looked quite like Shu Qi when she was quiet. Her curly hair was messy, her eyes were unfocused, one hand held a cigarette, and the other hand stroked her toes exposed in the air. At this time, I always had an illusion that she had nothing to do with the woman who broke my legs.
"Want to hear my story?" She suddenly turned around and said, it turned out that she had already noticed me hiding behind the door and peeping. "I have been secretly in love with a man for many years. I love him very much and have done a lot of stupid things for him, such as going around several blocks to ride a bus with him, pretending to be a cleaner to collect his cigarette butts thrown into the trash can, knitting him gloves and sweaters that he could never give away, and even being a thief and stealing clothes from dry cleaners… Do you know why I like to wear this white shirt the most? Because it is his, and it has his smell on it. And I have done so many things for him, but he doesn't know it at all."
"Why not tell him?"
"To tell you the truth, I have a hereditary heart disease and will not live past 30. I am doing gene cloning research mainly to cure myself. Only with a healthy body can I be qualified to pursue love."
"How old are you this year?" I asked excitedly.
"28 years old. Don't be too happy too soon. If the research fails, I will take you with me so that you will have a companion on the road to the underworld." The woman saw through my thoughts, blew a puff of smoke in my face, and smiled sinisterly.