Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Seventy-fifth bowl of soup (2)

Seventy-fifth bowl of soup (2)

Qing Huan woke up from a nightmare, her back was wet with sweat. She fumbled to turn on the bedside lamp, full of tears and laughter.

For the first time in so many years, she dreamed of that not-so-good teenage period. For her now, the ordeal at that time was nothing at all. She got out of bed, went to the bar in the bedroom, poured a glass of red wine, toasted herself with the moonlight, and then drank it.

Why do I dream, probably because of the case I just received today.

She runs a bar, but most of the time she doesn't stay in it, she walks around the world. I just came back a few days ago, and when I passed a garden, I heard a cry that I tried to hold back.

A fourteen-year-old girl, cute and well-dressed, doesn't know why she's crying.

Qing Huan felt that she was not a good person, she was just curious and stopped to ask her why she was crying. The girl raised her head, gritted her teeth and didn't speak, and ran away in a panic like a frightened deer.

Interesting.

So she followed, and her many years of career gave her an endurance and perseverance that ordinary people don't have. She watched the little girl enter a middle-to-high-end community, followed it over the wall, and climbed to the thirteenth floor along the water pipe. After returning home, the little girl put down her schoolbag and did her homework, and then was called by a gentle woman to have dinner. Then the male master of the house also came back and said hello with a smile. After the warm dinner, the little girl returned to the room.

Then, she did something very strange.

First lock the door, then move chairs, tables, etc. to block it. It was terribly hot, but she didn't take a bath. Not only did he not wash it, he also wore several coats, buttoned tightly.

But it's all in vain. In the darkness, the little girl lay on the bed, hugging her knees and looking at the door in fear.

Then, when the eleven o'clock bell rang, the door opened.

The furniture was swaying, and the amiable-looking middle-aged man walked in. At this moment, he is completely different from the one he was at dinner. If he was a standard elder at dinner, then at this moment he is a beast who has revealed his true form.

Qing Huan watched all this coldly outside the window. Whether it is the girl's numbness or the man's familiarity, it shows that this is not the first time. She saw that the master bedroom was lit up. After the man vented, he returned to the master bedroom, talked to the woman for a while, and then went to sleep.

The next morning, the girl woke up, dressed herself and packed herself as usual, finished breakfast, said goodbye to aunt and uncle, and walked out of the house.

She hid in that park again, facing the big tree, crying and calling Mom and Dad. Qing Huan stood behind her, lit a cigarette, and breathed out a smoke ring before she said lightly, "What's the use of calling them, it's better to believe in the so-called gods."

Even the illusory gods that most likely don't exist are more trustworthy than blood relatives.

The girl was startled and looked at her with teary eyes. Qing Huan looked at her silly appearance, like a kitten, her naturally curly hair was fluffy, soft and cute. The corners of her mouth were raised unconsciously, and she reached out and rubbed her curly hair in the girl's trembling, "Mom and Dad can't satisfy your wishes, I'll help you."

Don't you just want to stop suffering from this? It's very simple.

The girl tilted her head and looked at her puzzled. Qing Huan flipped through her schoolbag, took out a pen, and wrote down her phone number in her palm, "Let me know if you've made up your mind."

Then she threw away her half-smoked cigarette and threw it in the trash.

Um... if you think about it, that was about three hours ago? So she only slept for three hours. Qing Huan looked at the time. At 9:30 in the evening, she was originally out at night, but recently, she is trying to adjust her schedule and pay attention to health care to live a long time. "Well..." She stretched comfortably and smiled at herself reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window, "It's time to be a Santa Claus."

Put on clothes that are convenient for movement, tie his long curly hair into a ponytail, and pick a few weapons on his body at random, and go out in a hurry.

9:30 pm, when most people's nightlife starts. Qing Huan was walking on the street. She was wearing ordinary sports clothes, her face was painted with dark powder, her eyes were deliberately small, and she was wearing a pair of dirty red-rimmed glasses. She looked just like the city. Like any woman in her thirties.

But no one knew how deadly she was.

At the intersection of the traffic lights, the green light just came on, the driver of a black car stepped on the accelerator, but the next second he suddenly felt that something penetrated his ear, because it was too painful, so he subconsciously reached out and covered it, But when the steering wheel was released - accompanied by the harsh sound of the brakes, it was a very tragic traffic accident. A black sedan crashed into the large lorry, killing the driver on the spot, while the large lorry was unscathed and only frightened the lorry driver.

However, it is the driver of the car who turns his head, and it is not someone else's responsibility.

When the girl was taken to the police station by her aunt to recognize her body, she didn't know what was going on, until she saw the smoking woman she had seen passing by. She wore a bright red tight skirt today, revealing her slender legs and deep ravines, and the 12-centimeter red high-heeled shoes were even more shocking.

Then she heard the policeman keep apologizing to the woman: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Miss, I really accidentally admitted my mistake-"

"Miss? Your whole family is a young lady! Is there a law saying that an old lady can't stand in the street dressed like this? Why is wearing a tight skirt a ****? I think you've lost your mind! Do you want to be a police officer?!"

The policeman kept apologizing with a bitter face, but he thought in his heart, but your style is really similar... Think about it, dressed like this with heavy makeup, standing in the red light district and throwing it at the passing men Wink, can't blame him for misunderstanding, okay? Who would have known that this person is a thorn. It has been more than two hours since he entered the police station, and he has paid for it for so long, isn't it? She is still not satisfied.

It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing.

"Forget it, I'll forgive you if I'm in a good mood today. Next time, you can put a bright spot in your eyes. Otherwise, don't blame the old lady for complaining about you! I'll stab you on the Internet! I'll make your police station famous by then!"

The police continued to laugh, "Yes, yes, it is indeed my fault, little--ah no, if you have a lot of beauty, let me go this time!"

Of course, Qing Huan saw the girl staring at her. She smiled at the girl and made a mouth shape, probably: Gift, do you like it?

The girl lowered her head. Qing Huan thought it was a very good move. After all, she couldn't let the police around her who thought they were distraught see that the little girl whose parents both died and lived in her aunt's house, who was deeply loved by her aunt and uncle, was listening. He smiled after the news of his uncle's death. That would be too impersonal.

Yes, human, what is that? Can you eat?

Show mercy and let go of the little policeman who was about to be ruined. Qing Huan shrugged and finally left the police station. The little policeman took off his hat and wiped his sweat. It was the first time in his life that he met such a difficult woman... But the colleague on the side came over to poke him, "Hey, hey, the beauty is not shallow. That beauty is hot enough, look at her breasts, at least this." He made a very obscene gesture. "You don't think you've caught them as a street girl, right? You have so many routines in the anti-pornography group."

Little policeman: "..." Do you believe me when I say I'm innocent? Mainly, the beautiful woman was leaning against the corner to hook him in plainclothes, her expression, her eyes, and her demeanor, she was so terrifying, they didn't see it, and they would grab it when they saw it! absolute!

Qing Huan took off the sunglasses on his face and the long curly wine red hair on his head when he left the police station, and threw them in the trash can. Then he took out a windbreaker from his bag and put it on. Become an independent intellectual mature white-collar workers.

Her grasp and grasp of human nature can be said to be consummate, the police of the old arena have been deceived, let alone ordinary people? I happened to see a thief in jeans stole a mobile phone from a young man's pocket. When Qing Huan passed by him, he also took the thief's wallet and mobile phone. After weighing it in his hand, he realized that he was still famous. Brand, at least five or six thousand dollars.

The one he stole was a domestic brand, and it didn't last for less than 2,000.

Tsk, that's life. Sai Weng loses his horse. She just wants to let the thief understand this truth, and vice versa.

The next day she went to see the girl again and gave her a second gift.

Therefore, the story of the girl's aunt rolling down the stairs and hitting her head and becoming a vegetable because of her husband's death in a car accident spread all over in an instant, and was even published in the newspapers. For a time, many kind-hearted people donated money to the little girl automatically, but the aunt and uncle had no children, and the house, car, and bank deposits became the property of the girl. She will be hopeless in the future, and with this money, she will be able to live a happy and unrestrained life for more than ten years.

Qing Huan once again felt that she was very kind, not only confiscating a dime, but also giving the girl such a big gift.

The phone rang at night, she picked it up lazily, and the girl stammered her thanks and said she would give her all the money.

But what does she want those for, she has them herself. So she just said: "You don't need to lock the door when you go to bed at night." Then she hung up the phone.

Who knew the little girl would call again and again, but she refused to give up. In the end, Qing Huan was so annoyed by her that she couldn't help, "I don't like money, I only like people. If you really want to repay, I'll sell yourself to me. !”

But this random sentence created her nightmare from this day on.