Chapter 241: Iron bars, recordings, killing and killing.

Chi Xiaochi crouches at the bottom of the stairs to feed her dog.

Dog meat is not a puppy anymore, but still likes to cuddle with Chi Xiaochi.

After playing with Chi Xiaochi, the dog meat went to circle around him again, barking once or twice in the air, as if to catch Lou Ying, who was playing hide-and-seek with him.

Chi Xiaochi carried the rice and ran after the dog meat that was wandering around: "It's time to eat, if you don't eat, I'm leaving."

The dog had to turn back with a sigh of relief, bowed his head and ate a couple of bites, with his hair slightly raised and his cataracted eyes raised, as if to ask why it wasn't good.

"I didn't do well." Chi Xiaochi crouched down, hugged the dog's neck and softly admitted her mistake, "I'll keep trying."

The dog meat is also good, from the throat of the tame whine, take the ear lightly rub Chi Xiaochi's chin, and continue to eat down.

Chi Xiaochi was hugging the dog when the pylon-like shadow came over him again.

One knee against his back, grinding ambiguously.

Zhu Shoucheng's ghostly bass voice came from behind, "Xiaochi, here to feed the dog again."

Chi Xiaochi didn't even look back.

He dropped his face low, tightened his shoulders, imagined he was in a cold room, and after the mental suggestion, his original goose bumps spread even further.

...... He's playing Fear.

Such a weak stance made the tussle in the back even more wanton.

But Chi Xiaochi's negativity quickly spread to the dog meat, which stopped eating, exploded layer upon layer of hair on its back, grimaced its white teeth, and barked fiercely twice at its enemy in the darkness.

Soon, a tenant upstairs in the silo cursed: "Which dead dog! What kind of a dog is that? Tomorrow I'll put down some rat poison to kill you!"

Afraid of being seen, Zhu Shoucheng could only leave with a face full of longing.

Chi Xiaochi turned to look at him, met his eyes, and turned his head back in "shock".

Zhu Shoucheng, who turned back every step of the way, smiled brightly at his back and went upstairs contentedly.

After he left, Chi Xiaochi continued to feed the dog with a blank face, little by little scratching and smoothing out the dog's upturned hair.

To Zhu Shoucheng, Chi Xiaochi had no solution.

The only weapon he had was himself.

Chi Xiaochi put up with his sickening, one-at-a-time harassment with a pretty clear purpose.

Zhu Shoucheng Being so skillful, it certainly won't be the first time, nor is it likely to be the last.

Chi Xiaochi's goal is to be his "next".

He had bought pencil sharpening knives at the kiosk, the kind every child carries, sharpened to extreme sharpness, and carried around as stationery without arousing anyone's suspicion.

He has a small tape recorder that Lou Ying gave him to record sounds and carries it with him every day, never without it.

He pretended to be afraid, pretended to be weak, ran every time he saw him, pretended to be invisible if he couldn't run, and constantly fueled his arrogance without a trace.

Chi Xiaochi is waiting for an opportunity to wait until Zhu Shoucheng has slowed down and get back at him.

The day he is called to "tutor" again is the day of opportunity.

All he had to do was to let Zhu Shoucheng leave enough marks on his body to prove his guilt, and then, with a pencil sharpener at the ready, slit his throat.

When the time comes, he can tell the police that Zhu Shoucheng wanted to do that kind of thing to him, and that he had no choice but to kill him because of self-defense.

The knife is for sharpening pencils and the tape recorder is for recording his voice.

When the time comes, he's going to buy a megaphone and play the disgusting things he says at the silo, at his school, so that he'll make a name for himself after he dies, and become a joke that's passed down through the generations of the neighborhood.

But he underestimated the old fox's caution.

After the last accident, Zhu Shoucheng has also learned a lesson.

Although Chi Xiaochi is now like a well-trained puppy, he still remembers Chi Xiaochi's almost maddening resistance.

Although Chi Xiaochi is a tempting piece of meat, since it's not easy to eat, you don't have to risk too much for him.

Chi Xiaochi quickly realized this.

So he began a protracted stalking and trailing.

Chi Xiaochi got a set of uniforms from the public junior high school where Zhu Shoucheng taught, and paid 20 yuan to have a student ID card forged by □□.

Zhu Shoucheng's public middle school, which is ranked second out of five local middle schools, has a very tight academic schedule, while Chi Xiaochi's high school, where day students are dismissed at about the same time as the middle school, often doesn't get home until after 8 p.m. Zhu Shoucheng also serves as a tutor for the school's excellence classes.

As a result, Chi Xiaochi can easily blend in with the flow of students when he appears in his uniform near Zhu Shoucheng School at the end of the school day.

He had gone to inquire about Zhu Shoucheng as a senior, and with only a cup of oxbow noodles, he had extracted quite a lot of information about Zhu Shoucheng from a second year student.

Zhu Shoucheng is a math teacher, teaching results among the top, in the students of the excellent wind rating, temperament is very good, never lose their temper with students, but also very concerned about the backward students, concerned about some of the family situation of special children's mental health, even if it is the most stubborn students, in front of him also know to tighten up one or two.

Not long ago, because of the junior teaching task is too heavy, his age, he took the initiative to apply for transfer from the second year, not with the class teaching junior, turn to the first year of the class teacher to go.

The junior high school boy said without regret, "Mr. Zhu is so nice, whoever is taught by him is lucky."

Chi Xiaochi laughs, "Yeah, I used to feel that way too."

Chi Xiaochi thinks there must be a reason why Zhu Shoucheng is teaching first year.

As expected, he soon made a discovery.

Recently, Zhu Shoucheng has been going home after school with a young boy who is in his first year of life, on the pretext that he is on his way home.

It was a boy from a single-parent family, not bad in school, one of the students in the honors class, with a hazy perception of the world, malice and sex, still in the state of blind obedience and respect of elementary school students to their teachers, like a small, dumb goose.

On the winter solstice, Zhu Shoucheng took the little boy to his home while school was out at noon and cooked him dumplings.

On a freezing day, Chi Xiaochi stands outside the second-floor door, leaning against the railing with his back to Zhu Shoucheng's door, smelling the aroma of dumplings wafting out from under the threshold next door, chugging his lighter, lighting the paper end of a cigarette, calming himself with the aroma of nicotine, and pondering what he should do next.

Call Zi Yu now.

But nothing had happened yet, and he didn't know if anything would.

Chi Xiaochi hated to switch places with that boy.

He knew what it was like, and he'd rather do it himself.

Luckily, the little boy went back to school with Zhu Shoucheng in the afternoon, looking neatly dressed and normal, and full of gratitude to Zhu Shoucheng.

Chi Xiaochi is in no hurry.

He wondered why Zhu Shoucheng didn t make a move when it was obviously such a good opportunity.

One possibility was that he had classes in the afternoon and was not in a position to lay hands on the boy; another, perhaps, was that he didn't want to do it in a home where someone had died.

After all, one accident is a fluke; once you miss again and have two accidents, it's indefensible.

With this in mind, Chi Xiaochi continued to wait patiently.

Zhu Shoucheng Since he had set his sights on this little boy as his prey, he would not fail to strike.

After the winter solstice, winter break isn't far behind.

From Zhu Shoucheng's school to the silo, Chi Xiaochi knows the road well, and even knows that the surveillance cameras in the area are just for show, not only are they sparsely installed, but they're also broken, broken, broken.

An invisible rotting mold grows under a blind "eye in the sky".

On a cold, bleak night, Chi Xiaochi once again followed the little boy and Zhu Shoucheng, who was taking him home.

He wore headphones in one ear to listen to English, and intentionally distanced himself from them in the intricate streets.

The day just snowed, a thin layer of snow sucked out the noise between heaven and earth, surrounded by a surprisingly quiet, only two people's feet in the snow creaking muffled sound, and far from ringing the wind chime like the sound of the bicycle bell.

Chi Xiaochi intentionally stretched his pace to be exactly the same as Zhu Shoucheng's, using his footsteps to hide his own.

It was just experience gained from countless follow-ups, and Chi Xiaochi was prepared to miss again.

Thus, at the sudden cessation of the footsteps, his feet, raised into mid-air, hung without descending.

He poked his head out of the alley.

Teacher and student, stopping in front of the iron gate of a small, solitary courtyard, close together, were talking about something.

Chi Xiaochi's heart skipped a beat.

As far as he knows, this small courtyard is being listed for sale, just some time ago into the thief, presumably a novice, found the owner has not returned home for a long time, want to make a fortune, who would like to all the furniture was removed, the thief walked away from the empty, but also smashed a lock for nothing.

The owner of the house went out of town on a business trip, and could not come back for a while, and the neighbors were not kind enough to pay for his locks, and there were no valuable things in the house, so they symbolically took a tree branch and bolted the door from the outside.

The sound of the two conversing was extraordinarily clear in the snow.

Zhu Shoucheng voice with a bit of blame: "...... teacher's hands are cold, do not give the teacher warm?"

The little boy obviously didn't understand the situation, "Teacher, why don't I give you my gloves?"

Zhu Shoucheng squatted down and looked at him with burning eyes, "No, the teacher can't stand the cold, just warm it up for the teacher, ah."

The little boy had not seen such a Zhu Shoucheng, and for a while his mind was at a loss, with only the hand coiled around his waist, cold and slippery, like a poisonous snake coiled along his waist.

In the current dearth of sex education, girls are indeed taught how to deal with aggression and harassment, such as never letting anyone touch the part of their skin covered by their swimsuits, but little thought is given to teaching boys this.

Zhu Shoucheng raised his head slightly, his demeanor one of strange fascination, "Teacher's hands are really cold."

The little boy opened his mouth.

Now he finally felt something was wrong.

He tried to scream, but Zhu Shoucheng's experienced hand covered his mouth tightly.

The boy hadn't changed his voice yet, and when he whimpered under the giant paw, it resembled enough of the baby-like cries of a young wildcat in heat on a spring or winter day.

Zhu Shoucheng only one hand easily pressed the boy on the wall, turn to pull the branch bolted to the door, did not expect the more anxious, the more difficult to do, the two iron door pushed the kala kala chaotic sound.

The scraping of cotton coats, the gurgling of hot blood going to his head, and the thin sound of the boy's struggling whimpering muffled the sound of footsteps sprinting up from behind.

When Zhu Shoucheng realized that something was wrong and looked back, a dull pain came from the back of his head.

The strength was so great that Zhu Shoucheng even heard a loud click.

He suspected that his skull had cracked.

Still, he turned by inertia and saw the face of his visitor.

Tainted blood dripped from his hair into his eyes, giving his face an unusually grim look.

He looked like he was going to say something, but Chi Xiaochi had no intention of stopping and swung a half-rusted, bloodied iron pipe up and smashed it head-on into his face, collapsing his nose deep into it.

After the smash, he grabbed the still dazed little boy's hand and ran all the way out.

After running through I don't know how many alleys, he stopped by a tree.

The boy couldn't stop panting, but on a hunch, he said, "Thank you, brother."

Chi Xiaochi, on the other hand, can't hear a thing.

He leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, the snow shaking off the branches and landing on the back of his neck and hair.

The fresh, cold snowy air flowed through his lungs, making him feel extraordinarily refreshed.

Chi Xiaochi's right hand released the rigidly clenched iron pipe, gripped the left breast of his shirt with all his might, and let loose a laugh that shook his whole body to the point of near-collapse.

Chi Xiaochi waited all night for news, and learned that Zhu Shoucheng had been hospitalized overnight, with a severe concussion and a broken bone in all parts of his body, but he did not die, and his life was extremely strong.

On the afternoon of Zhu Shoucheng's release, Zi Yu contacted Chi Xiaochi on his cell phone.

Zi Yu on the other end of the line gets right to the point: "Is it you?"

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Did he say it was me? Or did he say there was a robbery and he didn't see the face?"

Zi Yu was silent for a while, which was tantamount to acquiescing to his suspicions.

Chi Xiaochi let out a soft laugh as she lowered her head, "I knew it. Because I saw him doing that kind of thing again."

Zi Yu : "Then you should call the police ......"

"Call the police, will you arrest him?" Chi Xiaochi hit the nail on the head, "He didn't get away with it, I don't have surveillance, what can I prove with me, with that little boy's mouth? Do you really have to wait for him to succeed before you can arrest him?"

Zi Yu was silent.

Chi Xiaochi raised his chin slightly, "Even without his reputation, all he has to do is resign voluntarily, follow his son and move somewhere else, change his name at the most, and he'll be free to live the rest of his life again, won't he?"

Zi Yu's voice was pained but helpless, "...... Xiaochi."

"Since justice won't stretch itself, I'll do it." Chi Xiaochi looked ahead and said to the other side of the phone, "Sister Zi, goodbye."

He hung up the phone, carried a bag of apples, and knocked on the door of Zhu Shoucheng's hospital room.

The man who opened the door was Zhu Shoucheng's son, a simple-looking man.

Facing his inquiring eyes, Chi Xiaochi bent down tamely, "Uncle, do you remember me. I'm Mr. Zhu's neighbor. I heard he was injured, so I came to visit him."

Zhu Shoucheng's son didn't suspect anything and welcomed him in, while he himself went outside to the pantry to pour water.

"Hello." Chi Xiaochi sat down next to his bed, "...... Mr. Chu."

Zhu Shoucheng, lying in bed, his swollen face wrapped in gauze, around which oozes yellowish-reddish medicinal water.

He couldn't see Zhu Shoucheng's expression, but that didn't stop him from doing what came next.

Chi Xiaochi pulled out the small tape recorder she always carried with her and calmly pressed play.

"...... Won't you warm up your teacher's cold hands?"