Chapter 10

The Siege of the City

Are there ghosts in this world?

The answer is, it is at your own home.

For couples with indifferent relationships, ghosts are your wife or your husband.

The following sentence can only be understood by some people who have been married for many years:

Every night, you sleep with your ghost, you sleep in the same bed and dream in different ways, turning a blind eye, but you can feel the existence of each other.

All love stories are frozen in the happiest moment, but few people talk about the stories after the ending.

Zhang Qingjin and his wife first met at a school party. To celebrate Teachers' Day, the school held a party, and almost all the new teachers attended. Zhang Qingjin sang a song - "The Farest You Are My Love Nearest", and after the song was sung, the dance began. The lights that night were orange, and even the edges of the velvet curtains were dyed golden. A woman sat in an unknown corner. He walked towards her, stretched out his hand, and said, "Can you ask you to dance?"

She stood up timidly and said, "I don't know much."

Zhang Qingjin never expected that this woman would become her own wife.

The next day, he wrote a poem, folded it into a paper crane and gave it to her, and she replied.

Man: I stretched out my hand and attracted the confusion of the night.

This is a simple action for me.

I made her spin, intertwined with heavy and lightness.

From the starting point to the starting point,

The fragrance leaves a fragrance in the air,

Relax slowly and approach quickly.

Woman: I held my hand and opened the wings of my skirt.

This is a complicated action for me.

He tangles me, blending flexibility and strength.

From reincarnation to reincarnation,

The body left a figure on the ground,

A brief separation is then gently hugged it.

After giving the poem, they got married. The two teachers had a meager income and initially lived a shabby life. They set up street stalls during the winter and summer vacations, and they felt embarrassed when they met acquaintances. He always liked to buy pirated books because pirated books were very cheap. She liked a pair of high heels in the window, but the price was discouraged. Every time she passed by the shoe store, she just took a quiet look. She was thrifty and frugal, and her life gradually improved. When the child was born, they lived a happy and trivial life.

Time is like an old-fashioned tape drive, and there are always some noise when fast forwarding.

When the child was 6 years old, Zhang Qingjin bought his wife a pair of high heels, but his wife could no longer wear them. His wife suffered from femoral head necrosis, which is also called immortal cancer. In the early stage, she just felt unbearable pain in her thighs. Later, she went to the hospital for examination and the bones were already honeycomb. She became a disabled person and needed to use crutches when walking.

At night, in bed, she said to him, "I'm sorry, I ruined my family's money."

He held his wife's hand tightly and said, "Even if I'm paralyzed, I won't ignore you."

Zhang Qingjin eventually broke his promise. He and his wife said less and less. Although his attitude was gentle, they still made his wife feel subtle changes. His only entertainment activity after get off work was to chat online, and he had more topics with strangers online. His wife walked behind him with great difficulty, served him a cup of tea or handed him a piece of watermelon, and he would immediately close the chat window and act very annoyed. His mobile phone set a password and mute it. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, Zhang Qingjin would receive text messages; sometimes, his wife would find a faint lipstick mark on his shirt.

Finally one day, he said to her: "Let's get a divorce, and honestly, I fell in love with another woman."

These words are like a sharp knife stabbing into the softest and most painful place in my wife's heart. My wife sat still, motionless, like a sculpture. She was surprisingly quiet, but in fact her heart had changed.

There is a kind of love called letting go.

On the day of the divorce, it was raining and she didn't bring an umbrella. He left her alone in the Civil Affairs Bureau.

When they left, they said nothing.

She suddenly remembered that the place where the divorce was also the place where they registered for marriage.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, and the corridor was filled with people who were going through marriage and divorce procedures. She was in a daze and felt very tired. She didn't know why she knocked on the door of a room, and the staff inside looked at her in surprise.

She said, "Hello... can I cry here for a while?"

No one can disappear without a trace. Even if this person leaves, he still lives in the memory of another person. He appears in the middle of two old walls, flashing on the shimmering lake. There are always some fragmented things splashing in the dust. The further you go, the farther you go, the clearer you become. Just as only you know, the old furniture in the house takes root and sprouts, pear blossoms bloom from the corners of the cabinet, elm seeds are formed on the back of the chair, and even the doors that come in and out every day have their willow leaves hanging down.

As we mentioned earlier, the police implicitly stated during the visit that something happened to Zhang Qingjin. His wife thought it was just a fire and wanted to go to the hospital to take care of him. This woman who wanted to serve her ex-husband in front of the hospital bed after the divorce may interpret the full meaning of the word "wife".

Lin Liuyue's father is a corrupt official, so

She has lived a pampered life since she was a child.

She read a few romance books in her girls' age, but later she liked decadence when she was fine. She stood in front of the window with her arms inexplicably sad. This kind of sadness has a lot to do with the fallen leaves and the flowers fading. Just like girls nowadays worshipping Korean stars, she has also been obsessed with the Little Tigers and the Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong, with posters on the room and old tapes piled in the drawers. She often went to Hong Kong to watch concerts, and the autographs she sought felt extremely sacred. Later, as she grew older, the petty bourgeois girls became middle-aged aunts. One day, she suddenly felt that those stars were just ordinary people, and they also had a hideous look when they were constipated.

Before she was 25 years old, she had never been in the world. Her stomach only digested cream, salads, Japanese cuisine, Italian macaroni. She did not eat pig ears, sheep's hooves, fried dough sticks, pancakes, and even roast chicken.

Lin Liuyue's heart is always full of poetry and painting: when taking the train, you will definitely see wheat fields and birch forests outside the window; when drinking rum in the bar, Picasso's paintings must be hanging on the wall.

She doesn't know how to draw, but every time she goes to Hong Kong to watch a concert, she goes to a gallery. The owner is a young and down-and-out painter. She wears gold-rimmed glasses, has melancholy eyes, and there are oil paintings on her jeans that will never be washed. This is her first love, and they have been in love for three years.

In those years, my father found a job for her in a public institution, and then committed suicide by taking medicine because of her financial problems.

Lin Liuyue doesn't like this job. She doesn't want to go to work at all. She just wants to wander around the world wearing a white skirt and carrying a guitar on her back.

She said to her colleagues very seriously: "Isn't it great to be a wandering singer?"

My colleagues are older than her and asked from a realistic perspective: "Then what do you eat and drink?"

Colleague A said: "Come to my house. There are Chinese toon buds on my tree. I'll give you scrambled eggs."

Colleague B said: "No matter how fragrant the perfume is, it cannot beat the leeks."

Colleague C said: "The department store is doing activities, everything is cut, it is so cheap that it is only sold for five yuan per pack."

Colleague Ding Chang: "I love you, the snow in the north..."

Lin Liuyue felt that her colleague was vulgar and vulgar. She regretted why she didn't work in a multinational company. Being a white-collar worker is much better than being a civil servant. She thought of getting married, marrying the painter, and settling in Hong Kong. However, most long-distance relationships ended in failure. The last time she met the painter's boyfriend was in a small alley with sewage. She felt that the breakup should be at the dock with whistles or the station with snow.

The painter's boyfriend said: "I want to go to the United States to develop. Maybe the people there appreciate my paintings more, so you don't have to wait for me."

Lin Liuyue said: "I will wait for you, and you will become a world-famous painter, just like Van Gogh, I will go to see your art exhibition."

The painter's boyfriend's leather boots were dirty and he didn't look back and walked away with big strides.

Lin Liuyue shouted to her boyfriend's back: "Come on, I want your name to shine like stars!"

During that time, Lin Liuyue found out that she was pregnant. Out of a stubborn love, she decided to give birth to the child.

She did this and was somewhat influenced by a book called "Letter from a Stranger Woman", which tells an unforgettable love story. A man received a letter without a signature or address on his 41st birthday. The letter came from a dying woman. The story began 18 years ago, when a woman first met a man, fell in love with him at first sight. After a few nights of lingering, the man left a foreign land. The woman became pregnant and gave birth to a child quietly. She devoted her lifelong infatuation and wrote a letter to confess until she died.

Lin Liuyue thought this way. Many years later, she appeared in a gallery in the New York Art District with her children. Her beloved man passed through the crowd of applause, through time and space, and held her hand. Thinking of this, she was moved by herself and was about to cry...

However, she had to return to reality. How difficult it is for an unmarried woman to support a child of unknown origin. After thinking for a few years, she decided to get married as soon as possible before her belly bulges. After her father committed suicide, the family's financial situation plummeted. Her colleagues helped to arrange a blind date and asked Lin Liuyue what kind of man she wanted to find.

Lin Liuyue said: "The rich one."

The colleague said, "You, I finally got to think about it."

Lin Liuyue and Zhuang Qin got married in a flash. When they met for the second time during their blind date, Lin Liuyue took the initiative to seduce Zhuang Qin to bed. Less than a month later, Lin Liuyue threw a clean sanitary napkin in front of Zhuang Qin and said coldly: "I haven't come this month, maybe I'm pregnant, you have to be responsible."

On the day of the wedding, relatives and friends were about to have a bridal chamber. Zhuang Qin smiled and stopped everyone and said, "Stop making trouble, my wife is happy."

Relatives and friends said, "This is a double happiness. You are the groom and the father."

Lin Liuyue buried a time bomb. It was not until more than ten years later that Zhuang Qin accidentally learned that his son was not his own flesh and blood. During a physical examination, Zhuang Qin saw that the child's blood type was type A, but he and Lin Liuyue were both type O. The doctor said that both parents were type O blood, and it was impossible to give birth to a type A blood type. Zhuang Qin took Xiao Tieyu to the provincial capital hospital to secretly do a DNA identification to confirm this. After learning the truth, he did not show any expression, but his heart was already murderous. Lin Liuyue's extramarital affair and divorce were faster, which accelerated her destruction.

The reason why Zhuang Qin killed his wife and killed his son is

It is because the child is not his child, and his wife is about to be not his wife.

Chinese-style divorce can be called World War III. For more than ten years, my wife would mention the word divorce every time she quarreled, and they smashed everything in the family. This time, Lin Liuyue cheated on her and fell in love with a man again. She took all her gambles and refused to sacrifice herself for love. She broke the two families just to regroup them into one.

Zhuang Qin said: "Divorce, it's OK. The child belongs to you and the money belongs to me. You can leave the house with nothing."

Lin Liuyue said: "It's boring for you like this. We have no feelings anymore. Why bother? Let's get together and part."

Zhuang Qin said: "I'm not stolen you, you go."

Lin Liuyue said: "I want half of the money. This is a property division agreement. You should at least leave a child support for our children, right?"

Lin Liuyue felt that she was reasonable. She took out the two printed agreements from her bag and took out a pen to put them on the table. Zhuang Qin sneered and tore the agreement. He turned his head and thought to himself: "I'm lying to me now, saying that our child is so cuckolded and raised the child for others for more than ten years. It would be good if I didn't ask you for child support, this bitch!"

Because of the disagreement of property division and the divorce failed, Lin Liuyue thought of elopement. She quietly went to the bank to make an appointment to withdraw money, wanted to withdraw all the money from her family, and then took her children to travel far away with Zhang Qingjin.

This also brought her life to death.

The bank called Zhuang Qin, and Zhuang Qin learned about Lin Liuyue’s appointment for withdrawal. He did not question his wife, nor did he make a noise. Instead, he spat out the window with a vicious mouthful of phlegm and thought to himself: “You are not kind, don’t blame me for being unrighteous.”

He hated his wife for hiding him for more than ten years, hated his wife not only cheated but also wanted to elope with money. He hated his wife for leaving him with nothing.

On the eve of the murder, he suddenly felt very pitiful that he was the victim.

In fact, he has no sword to thrust and no love to snatch.

Zhuang Qin made careful plans for the murder. He rented a basement and lied that he wanted to make a wine cellar. The cutting machine was bought from the freakish market, and he also bought a second-hand motorcycle as a tool to throw the body. In order to create a proof that he was absent, the police thought he had no time to commit the crime, so he tried his best.

Half a year ago, a friend told Zhuang Qin that there was a decoration worker in the labor market who looked very similar to him.

Later, he saw this decoration worker in the labor market and was surprised. The two people, whether they were in their age, height, weight, or tone of their speech, seemed to be the same person. This person became the key to the case, and the police were confused and excluded Zhuang Qin from the list of suspects.

During the incident, it was not Zhuang Qin who participated in the wine distribution conference in the provincial capital, but a substitute.

Zhuang Qin had a conversation with the decoration workers:
To be continued...