Silent Reading Chapter 79: Macbeth (twenty)

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"Hey hello hello?" Lang Qiao heard that there was no sound on the other end of the phone, and he was a little nervous, "Are you still boss? Squeak, I'm so panicked if you don't make a sound like this!"

"Well," Luo Wenzhou replied unscrupulously, "It's okay."

After speaking, he didn't listen to Lang Qiao who was screaming, so he hung up the phone on his own.

The basement is not ventilated, and there is a stale atmosphere. In the pale background, there is a faint smell of blood. There was a very long hair between the earphones. Luo Wenzhou carefully took it off, and his fingers swept across the back of the cold recliner.

There are obvious signs of wear on several restraint straps.

This is a typical "aversion therapy" scene-when the video is played on the projection, the strong stimulus such as electric shocks and drugs is used to force the person strapping himself on the recliner to establish a conditioned reflex. The unforgettable pain and the feelings when seeing the image are connected to arouse his physical disgust, in order to achieve the purpose of "correcting" a certain behavior... or thought.

The human body is like a precision instrument. It will be greedy when you see delicious food, you will be attracted when you see beauty, you will know it hurts when you are beaten, and you cry when you are sad...Every feeling is transmitted by the senses. It feels that there is a one-to-one correspondence, and the simple and rude "disgust therapy" is like unplugging the wire inserted in the human body alive, forcibly poking it into another port where the lips of a donkey are not right, and repeatedly using a soldering iron. Flat reinforcement.

But how can a person, flesh and blood, be used as a circuit board for switching connections at will?

There is still a short circuit in the circuit board "private construction", let alone ordinary tires*?

Luo Wenzhou's eyes twitched fiercely, thinking of Fei Du's various tattoo stickers. Is that to hide the traces?

He came back here every other time, just to come here to "charge" himself?

Is he not afraid of accidentally causing irreversible harm to himself?

He may even kill himself directly. His body will rot in the dark basement, and no one will find it for a few months.

He is a young master who wants to eat, wear, and be exquisite to the temples of his glasses, is he not afraid that he will rot into a pile of carrion and be exposed to broad daylight with the maggots?

Oh, by the way, Fei Du may be really not afraid.

He has no reverence for life and death, and he doesn't care about *, he has no scruples, because he seems to really care nothing, and he will probably die here with a creak one day. He doesn't care who he is with or who he sleeps with. He is just a capitalized "random", but he would rather tie himself to an electric chair alone and make jokes about his life than tell anyone a little bit of sincerity. talk.

Luo Wenzhou was surrounded by the shady air in the basement. After the initial shock and miscellaneous flavors, the inside was burned top-heavy by the boiling anger. He wanted to rush to the second floor and smash the door of Fei Du directly, taking him to wash his hands. By the pool, press into the cold water to educate and educate well-this **** ignored other people's warnings several times and pretended to be very sincere and approached people, so that others were about to take him seriously and about to put him in their hearts. Up...

He turned out to be just entertaining, and when he retracted, he retracted into his windowless and doorless copper wall and iron wall, coldly rejecting people for thousands of miles. This spoils oneself, spoils the minds of others.

Luo Wenzhou turned and left the basement, rushing to the second floor in three steps and two steps.

Fei Du didn't live in the room he used to live in when he was a teenager. Instead, he occupied the bedroom where his mother committed suicide. There was no sound in the room. He was huddled in it, not knowing what he was doing.

Luo Wenzhou settled down and reached out and knocked on the door.

Fei Du's eyes moved lightly, and suddenly there was a little vitality in his glass bead-like eyes, and he quietly turned to the door.

Luo Wenzhou: "Fei Du, open the door and I will talk to you."

Fei Du stared at the door panel motionlessly. He didn't know what he had remembered. The corner of his mouth was suddenly raised, showing a half-smiling expression, as if he was watching a movie, and he didn't know what plot he was expecting.

Luo Wenzhou paused and gave him an ultimatum in a deep voice: "Shut me out, right? Fei Du, I'll give you another half a minute. If I don't open the door, I will never knock again. Your door."

There is a rattan hanging chair in the bedroom, placed by the window, overlooking the small garden of the house, but now it is a large bluestone slab, which is really nothing to look at.

Fei Du stretched his legs and sat lazily in the wicker chair. The bird’s nest-like wicker chair swayed slightly with his movements. Hearing these words, he kept his eyes down and turned to the window. .

"Then don't knock." He thought indifferently, "Let's go."

The second hand of the wall clock did not breathe a breath. Luo Wenzhou said that he would do it. As expected, he waited for him for half a minute, and then there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the door, knocking down the stairs one after another. Go up, and gradually go away, and gradually can't hear.

Fei Du was silent for a moment, turned his hand back to open the small screen on the bedside of the bedroom, connected to the monitor at the door, and saw Luo Wenzhou open the door and leave the murderous house, got in the car and left.

Fei Du stared at the direction where the broken car had gone. His eyes were limited by the lens. Soon he couldn’t see anything. He felt that he was still untouched, just like witnessing Zhou Huaixin’s corpse. It's the same time, like rolling a pebble while driving, and it's a "thump".

But this time it may be a brick that has been rolled, and the side of the car is a bit crooked.

Fei Du thought: "Unfortunately, I have to look at a cold face again when I go to the city bureau."

However, it doesn’t matter. He won’t stay in the city council for a long time anyway. The car that has rolled over the bricks performs well. It can continue to drive a few times without hindering anything.

He closed his eyes silently. It may be that the hypoglycemia and dehydration caused by dizziness and vomiting have not been completely relieved. He still feels very tired. He wanted to send Luo Wenzhou to sit in the basement for a while, but he was tired. I didn't want to move either, and simply switched from closing my eyes to restful sleep.

In the dimness, he didn't know whether it was a natural memory, or he had a dream casually. In short, he was half asleep and half awake, thinking of his boyhood.

At that time, he didn't want to live with outsiders very much. He fired all the babysitters. He didn't know how to do anything. He had to go to Tao Ran's house to eat and eat. That day he went to the police station to wait for Tao Ran to get off work and pass through a community. I happened to encounter a conflict between the property in the residential area and the owner. I was talking about it, almost going to fight, and called the police to make adjustments.

The police are Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran, and Fei Du looks at them from a distance. Seeing Luo Wenzhou as a male model standing between the middle-aged and elderly representatives of the owner and the property, he seemed to have strayed into the idol actor of the short sitcom crew of the parents. He was extremely clumsy and out of tune.

Two young broken policemen worked hard to adjust the conflicts in the community. They pressed the gourd and were pushed around by people on both sides. Luo Wenzhou endured it for five minutes because of his identity. He must have endured it to the limit and was furious. , Joined the battle as a third party on the spot, and launched an attack with one enemy and two indiscriminately. Tao Ran shed a liter of cold sweat behind him.

Because the big gangsters are extremely capable of fighting, the two parties who were originally struggling had to reconcile for a short time, and Luo Wenzhou unexpectedly achieved the effect of "resolving the contradictions among the people". Until he was forcibly led away by Tao Ran, Luo Wenzhou still turned back and yelled at people from a long distance: "Let’s make a complaint! If you have the ability, don’t persuade you. If you dare not vote for your grandson, grandpa’s siren xxxxx——"

Tao Ran covered his beak in a lawsuit against his forehead, Luo Ye couldn't speak, so he had to retreat, and stretched out his hand to dared to scratch his old lady's legion with a middle finger.

Walking all the way, Fei Du heard him say so proudly: "There are three **** melons in a month, and how do you want to call me--what the **** is the policeman, I won't take care of you anymore!"

Tao Ran: "Work permits cannot be thrown away!"

The sound of this sentence fell, and I saw a pickpocket on the other side of the road digging out the girl's purse. Luo Wenzhou completely forgot about the fact that he had just thrown his work permit into the trash can. Like a well-trained large dog, he roared "Stop" and chased him all the way.

Later, the thief caught him, and the girl who lost the wallet invited them to have a skewers meal-Fei Du Cengfan, he didn't know why he remembered so clearly, even the order of the dishes was in front of him... it might be too It's unpalatable.

At sunset, there are people bragging with beer bottles in their mouths. The smell of cumin and chili powder wrapped in waste oil is fragrant for ten miles, and there is smoke and fire everywhere, and everyone sitting together is sweating like rain, Fei Du As usual, I was too lazy to talk, drank a drink casually, and sat silently while playing games with the game console.

By the way, it is said that Luo Wenzhou bought the game console, no wonder he looked at it a few times.

Luo Wenzhou handed him a bunch of grilled mushrooms disgustingly: "Tao Ran, skewer is an adult's pastime, what do you always take him out for? Hey, mushrooms are always eaten? You have a lot of things and are not gregarious. "

Not gregarious.

Fei Du smiled, and he didn't want to be in a group.

After bidding farewell to the owner, Comrade Luo Wenzhou, the most unreliable people's policeman in history, ran back to the original place, stared at the trash can that had swallowed his work permit for a moment, and held a photo. Fei Du can entertain the black face for one year. After three minutes of gas, he took out a wire from his pocket to pry the lock on the trash can...

The "click" of the lock picking sound seemed to sound in his ears, and Fei Du was slightly awake. At this moment, a draught suddenly passed over the back of his neck. He was taken aback and looked back in disbelief, in astonishment. Luo Wenzhou, who found that he had driven away, actually went back and forth, still holding a slender wire in his hand.

Fei Du: "..."

This guy is really a skilled worker for slipping the door and picking the lock.

Luo Wenzhou stuffed the wire into his pocket: "I said I won't knock on the door again, get out."

Seeing Fei Du froze there, Luo Wenzhou broke in without a word and picked him up: "Look at what time is this?"

Fei Du answered subconsciously: "...six thirty."

Luo Wenzhou choked with this answer, raised his hand and slapped Fei Du on the back of his neck: "I use your nonsense, I don't know how to watch my watch? What time is it that you still sit in Zen and stop eating?"

Fei Du sat for too long, his legs were a little numb, and he was dragged away by him staggering all the way, and was even more shocked to see the extra dishes on the restaurant table and the complicated noodle marinade.

The cooking noodles in the small pot was still steaming, and the kitchen set up by Wannian was started. The deserted first floor was filled with the smell of strange rice, and the atmosphere of the whole murder house became strange.

"You have too few broken supermarket varieties. You have to run ten kilometers to buy a dish. What good is it to live in this ghost place besides pretending to show off your wealth?" Luo Wenzhou took a bowl and asked him, "Eat 'Over the water'?"

Before Fei Du’s head was in place, Luo Wenzhou made a suggestion for him: "Just after vomiting, eat a fart over the water, you can make do with something hot."

Fei Du: "..."

Then what else do you ask.

He thought he had no appetite--every time he was fainted...and other things tortured him to death, he always went to the hospital to get a hanging needle to support him, but he took the bowl from Luo Wenzhou's hand and accidentally took it. After eating, the noodles were cooked moderately hard, a little chewy, but not difficult to digest, and it was still warm when swallowed, and the cold stone in the stomach quietly melted.

"You...hey, wait, I don't..." Fei Du put down his chopsticks and was about to say something, but Luo Wenzhou involuntarily took his bowl and added another bowl to him.

"After eating, go back and work overtime with me," Luo Wenzhou said, "It's endless this weekend."

Fei Du: "..."

Luo Wenzhou raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "What are your opinions?"

Fei Du silently took the bowl: "Oh, no."

"According to my experience, the ten most unsatisfactory ones are due to two fundamental reasons." Luo Wenzhou waited quietly for him to finish eating, and suddenly said, "One is not enough to eat, the other is not sleeping well."

Fei Du was stunned.

"Drinking sugar water and taking sleeping pills doesn't count," Luo Wenzhou gave him a pointed look. Before Fei Du had a taste, he continued, "The remaining twelve, the situation It's more complicated-this is what I wanted to tell you last time in front of Su Xiaolan's urn, and then I forgot."

Fei Du motioned that he was listening.

"Go and wash the dishes, so don’t use the dishwasher if the two are broken," Luo Wenzhou said, "I put the detergent and the dishcloth there, so I clean the oil first and then rinse it with water, okay? ?"

Fei Du: "..."

"I won't learn slowly," Luo Wenzhou said. "People who cook do not wash the dishes. This is the basic principle."

Fei Du didn't know whether he had washed the dishes in his lifetime. He hesitated and went. Luo Wenzhou didn't worry that he would throw the dishes. They had money anyway.

"People burned to ashes, the composition is similar to apatite, there is nothing to be awed, why should we take it seriously?" Luo Wenzhou hugged his arms and said behind Fei Du, "why every year There is a New Year’s Day at the beginning and the end. Why do you have to confess and press the road before hooking up with someone? Why do you have to invite relatives and friends to do a ritual that is useless in addition to a certificate for legal cohabitation? Because life and death, time, and separation are all given meaning by people. This thing is invisible and intangible, and I don't know what it is. But the difference between you and me and a bunch of chemical components lies in this'meaning'."

Fei Du has a meal.

Luo Wenzhou stretched out his hand from his back, held his wrist, and led him to put the cleaned bowl back in place: "I don’t understand that I can tell you slowly in the future. You recruited me. This is also a ritual. ', I gave you a chance to regret it, now it's too late to return the goods anyway-go, go back to the city bureau."