I want to kill someone, I have to kill him!
If I don't kill him, I will have trouble sleeping day and night, and I will have trouble sleeping and eating.
But I can't let my life rest on this. It's not worth it. I have to do it so that the geese pass by without leaving a trace and the leaves fall silently. When things are done, I brush my clothes away and hide my body and name.
These words are crazy, more like a dream from which I cannot wake up, I know. So, just think of this as my sleep talk and crazy talk.
And I have had this dream for 438 days. 438 days, 630,720 minutes.
I have simulated this dream hundreds of times in my mind, and I have the confidence to make it disappear.
Do you think life is tenacious? No, it is actually vulnerable. A small cold, a small accident, a strenuous exercise, a small allergy... can all take away a life.
It's easy to make him disappear, but the hard part is how to escape.
But in this world, there is always a certain moment, or a certain person, even just knowing his existence, will make people feel like a thorn in the throat, like a lump in the throat, and they would rather die together than die together.
Night falls again. The lighting in the bar is just right, just ambiguous, just depraved, just enough for a thoughtful woman to release her sexual attraction.
He came over, sat next to me, shook his glass of red wine, and started with the same cliche: "Beauty, alone?"
My expression was cold and my eyes were unrevealing. What he likes is the kind of cold beauties, I've known for a long time.
What's more, today's action is just to drink some wine to create the image of an iceberg beauty.
So when another male peacock who couldn't wait to open his tail sat on my left and pretended to be cool and said, "Beauty, please give me a face." I picked up my handbag, paid the bill and left.
The high heels should be slender and sexy, don't swing your hips, let your waist sway, not too much, your shoulders should be slightly drooped, and your back should be bowed so that you look good when walking. When you get to the door of the bar, you should do it before you are about to walk into the dark. At that moment, he stopped slightly, flipped his hair, turned around slowly, looked back at the bar, froze for a moment, pretended that he didn't have his phone, then raised his left eyebrow, lowered his head, opened the bag, and took advantage of his hair While sliding it down to cover part of her eyes, she pursed her beautifully lined lips, smiled slightly, then turned around and walked out.
The posture must be beautiful, and remember to highlight your 36D breasts when turning sideways; the acting skills must be good, and you must seduce your target with proficiency.
I believe that as long as he watches me go out, he will definitely remember me the next time we meet.
The third meeting was the planned day.
I only gave myself one chance to show up in this bar. Too much is not enough. Any more would not only be a waste of effort, but also a failure.
When I turned around, I saw him immersed in the lively atmosphere of the bar. Except he was older, he was as disgusting as before.
Presumably he has never seen the small pond in my hometown. So he didn't know that after the dying fish left the pond, it would struggle violently in vain on the shore, opening and closing its mouth. It was alive in that small pond, but it was trapped in a small space on the shore, and then it gradually died. If he moves, his eyes may be wide open, his eyes may be closed, or his mouth may be half open...
Time has cruelly taken away its vitality, and even if it is thrown back into the pond now, its ending will not change.
If one is soaked in water for about three hours, it will begin to stiffen, and after ten hours it will be completely cold. After that, it will silently sink to the bottom of the pond, and it will rot silently and quietly. After that, it will produce various gases and occasionally make one or two bubble sounds. Finally, it will turn into a large swollen balloon and float up. If it continues to soak, it will start to produce maggots there.
This is how my sister died!
