Chapter 79 Macbeth (twenty)

"Hey hey hey?" Lang Qiao was a little nervous when he heard the silence on the other end of the phone, "Is it still there, Boss? Squeak, I'm very flustered by your silence!"

"Hmm," Luo Wenzhou replied in a haunted voice, "It's alright."

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

The basement was not ventilated, and there was a stale smell. Against the pale background, there was a faint smell of blood. There was a long piece of hair tucked into the ear-hung earphones. Luo Wenzhou carefully took it off and ran his fingers over the cold back of the reclining chair.

There are visible signs of wear on several of the restraint straps.

This is a typical "aversion therapy" scene - when the video is played on the projection, through stimulation such as electric shocks and drugs, the person who tied himself to the reclining chair is forced to establish a conditional anti-sheathing, so that he can unforgettable this unforgettable The pain and the feeling of 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 delicate instrument. When you see delicious food, you will be greedy. When you see beautiful women, you will be attracted. When you are beaten, you will know pain. When you are sad, you will cry. Correspondingly, the simple and crude "aversion therapy" is like pulling out the good thread from the human body, poking it into another port where the lip of the donkey is not the mouth of the horse, and repeatedly branding it with a soldering iron. Flat reinforcement.

But how can a person, a body of blood, be regarded as a circuit board that can be connected at will?

"Illegal construction" on the circuit board will still cause a short circuit, not to mention the mortal body?

The corners of Luo Wenzhou's eyes twitched fiercely, thinking of Fei Du's ever-changing tattoo stickers. Was it to cover the traces?

Did he come back here every now and then just to come here to "recharge" himself?

Isn't he afraid of causing irreversible damage to himself accidentally?

He might even kill himself, and his body would rot in a dark basement, undiscovered for months.

He is a young master who wants to eat and wear, and wants to be so hard on the legs of his glasses, isn't he afraid that he will rot into a pile of rot and be exposed in broad daylight with maggots?

Oh, by the way, Fei Du might not be afraid.

He has no reverence for life and death, nor does he cherish the body, he has no scruples, because it seems that he really doesn't care about anything, and one day he will die here with a bang, and he will probably be very calm. He doesn't care who he hangs out with or who he sleeps with. He's just a capitalized "casual", but he'd rather tie himself to the electric chair alone and make fun of his life than reveal his true heart to anyone. talk.

Luo Wenzhou was surrounded by the cool air in the basement. After the initial shock was mixed with all kinds of tastes, the boiling anger inside was burning top-heavy. , press into the cold water to educate and educate well - this bastard has ignored other people's warnings several times, pretending to be very sincere and approaching people, so that others are about to take him seriously and take him to heart... …

However, he turned out to be just for fun, and when he retreated, he retreated into his iron wall with no windows and no doors, coldly rejecting people for thousands of miles. It spoils oneself and spoils the minds of others.

Luo Wenzhou turned and left the basement, and rushed up to the second floor in three steps.

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

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

Fei Du's eyes moved slightly, and his glass bead-like eyes suddenly had a bit of vitality, and he quietly turned to the door.

Luo Wenzhou: "Fei Du, open the door, I'll have a word with you."

Fei Du stared at the door panel motionless, not knowing what he remembered, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, showing a half-smile expression, as if he was watching a movie, and he didn't know what festival he was looking forward to.

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 you don't open the door, I'll never knock on your door again. ."

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

Fei Du stretched his legs and sat lazily on the rattan chair. The rattan chair like a bird's nest swayed gently with his movements. Hearing these words, he lowered his eyes and turned out of the window.

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

The second hand of the wall clock didn't take a breath. Luo Wenzhou did what he said. Sure enough, he waited for him for half a minute. Then there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, knocking on the stairs one after another, gradually. As walked away, gradually lost hearing.

Fei Du was silent for a moment, then turned on the small screen on his head in the bedroom, connected to the surveillance camera at the gate, and saw Luo Wenzhou open the door and leave the haunted house, get in the car and leave.

Fei Du stared for a while in the direction where the broken car was gone, his eyes were limited by the camera, and soon he could see nothing. He felt that his heart was still untouched, just like when he saw Zhou Huaixin's corpse. It's like running over a pebble while driving, and it's "squeaky" again.

But this time, it may have been a brick, and the side of the car is a bit large.

Fei Du thought: "Unfortunately, if you go to the city bureau again, you will have to see a cold face again."

However, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he won't stay in the city bureau for a long time. The car that has run over the bricks can be fine. After a few "bangs", he can still continue to drive forward, which is not a problem.

He closed his eyes silently. It might be that the hypoglycemia and dehydration caused by the nausea and vomiting could not be completely relieved. He still felt very tired. He wanted to send Luo Wenzhou and go to the basement to sit for a while, but he was too tired to move , Gān Cui turned from closing his eyes and resting to a light sleep.

In the haze, he didn't know whether it was a natural memory or a random dream. In short, he was in such a half-sleep and half-awake state, thinking of his childhood.

At that time, he really didn't want to live with outsiders. He dismissed all the nannies. He couldn't do anything, so he had to go to Tao Ran's house to eat. That day, he went to the police station as usual to wait for Tao Ran to get off work. There was a conflict between the property and the owner, and they talked a lot, almost fighting, and the police were called to adjust.

The police were Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran, and Fei Du watched them from a distance. Seeing Luo Wenzhou's male model standing in the middle of the middle-aged and elderly owners' representatives and the property, who seemed to have strayed into the parent's short-lived sitcom crew, was extra clumsy and out of tune.

Two young police officers worked hard to adjust the conflicts in the community. They pressed the gourd and floated the scoop and were pushed around by people on both sides. Because of his identity, Luo Wenzhou endured it for five minutes. He must have endured it to the limit. A third-party person joined the battle and attacked indiscriminately with one enemy and two. Tao Ran broke down in a cold sweat behind him.

Because of the gangster's outstanding combat effectiveness, the two parties who had been fighting had to reconcile for a short period of time and agreed to the outside world. Luo Wenzhou unexpectedly achieved the effect of "resolving the contradictions among the people". Until he was taken away by Tao Ranqiangxing, Luo Wenzhou still turned around and yelled at people from a distance: "Go complain! If you have the ability, don't be a coward. You dare not vote for you. You're a grandson. Grandpa's alarm number is XXXXX—"

Tao Ran covered his bird's beak with a forehead, but Luo Ye couldn't speak, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

After walking far away, Fei Du also heard him say arrogantly, "There are only three fucking melons and two dates in a month, how can you still order me—what the hell is a police officer, I won't serve you anymore!"

Tao Ran: "You can't throw away your work permit!"

The sound of this sentence faded, and I saw a pickpocket across the road digging out the girl's pocket. Luo Wenzhou completely forgot about the fact that he just threw his work permit into the trash can, like a large, well-trained dog, roaring "Stop", and chasing him out all the way.

Later, the thief caught it, and the girl who lost her wallet invited them to a kebab - Fei Du rubbed the meal, he didn't know why he remembered it so clearly, even the order of the dishes was in front of him... Maybe it was too unpalatable. reason.

In the afterglow of the sunset, surrounded by people with beer bottles and cows, the smell of cumin and chili powder wrapped in gutter oil wafts ten miles away, and there is fireworks everywhere, and all the people sitting around are sweating like rain, Fei Du is as lazy as usual After talking, he drank a drink casually, and sat silently while playing games with the game console.

By the way, Luo Wenzhou was said to have bought that game console. No wonder he looked at it several times.

Luo Wenzhou handed him a bunch of grilled mushrooms in disgust: "Tao Ran, making skewers is an adult's pastime. Why do you always bring him out? Hey, you always eat mushrooms, right? It's just that you have a lot of things to do and don't fit in with the group."

Misfits.

Fei Du smiled, and he didn't want to get along.

After saying goodbye to the owner, the most unreliable people's policeman in history, Comrade Luo Wenzhou, ran back to his place again, staring at the trash can that swallowed his work permit for a moment. A black face who has been entertaining for a year, after exercising his breath for three minutes, he took out a wire from his pocket and pried the lock on the trash can...

The "click" sound of picking the lock seemed to sound in his ears, and Fei Du woke up slightly. At this moment, a gust of wind swept across the back of his neck. He was stunned for a moment, looked back in disbelief, and was shocked to find that he had already driven the car. Luo Wenzhou, who had left, actually went back and forth, still holding a slender iron wire in his hand.

Fei Du: "..."

This guy is really a skilled worker for sliding doors and picking locks.

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

Seeing Fei Du froze there without saying a word, Luo Wenzhou rushed in without any explanation and picked him up, "Look at what time it is?"

Fei Du replied subconsciously, "...6:30."

Luo Wenzhou choked on the answer, raised his hand and slapped Fei Du on the back of his neck: "To use your nonsense, I can't read my watch myself? What time are you still sitting there for meditation and not eating?"

Fei Du had been sitting for too long, his legs were numb, he was dragging him staggering all the way, and he was even more shocked to see the extra dishes on the restaurant table and the noodles that looked complicated at first glance.

The noodles in the small pot were still steaming hot, and the kitchen furnished by Wannian actually started work. The deserted first floor was filled with the smell of unfamiliar rice, and the atmosphere of the entire haunted house became unfamiliar.

"There are too few varieties of broken supermarkets here. You have to run ten kilometers to buy a dish. What good is living in this ghost place other than being able to pretend to show off your wealth?" Luo Wenzhou took a bowl and asked him, "Eat' over the water. '?"

Before Fei Du could point his head in place, Luo Wenzhou made an argument for him: "Just after vomiting, eat a fart and pass the water, you can make do with something hot."

Fei Du: "..."

Then what are you asking.

He thought he had no appetite—every time he was half-dead from fainting... and other things, he would go to the hospital for a hanging needle to survive, but he took the bowl from Luo Wenzhou's hand and ate it all by accident. The noodles were cooked to a moderate degree of softness and hardness, and a little chewy, but not too difficult to digest. It was still warm when swallowed, and the cold stone in the stomach melted quietly.

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

"After eating, come back with me to work overtime," Luo Wenzhou said. "This weekend will be non-stop."

Fei Du: "..."

Luo Wenzhou lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "What's your opinion?"

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

"According to my experience, nine out of ten cases are unsatisfactory, and there are two fundamental reasons," Luo Wenzhou quietly waited for him to finish eating, and suddenly said, "One is not getting enough to eat, and the other is not sleeping well."

Fei Du was stunned.

"Drinking sugar water and taking sleeping pills doesn't count." Luo Wenzhou glanced at him meaningfully, and before Fei Du could recall his thoughts, he continued, "The remaining twelve, the situation is more complicated. ——This is what I wanted to tell you last time in front of Su Xiaolan's urn, but I forgot it later."

Fei Du motioned to himself that he was listening.

"Go wash the dishes, don't use the dishwasher for these two broken dishes," Luo Wenzhou said, "I've put the washing spirit and dishcloth there, first rub it with oil and then rinse it with water, okay?"

Fei Du: "..."

"I won't learn slowly," Luo Wenzhou said. "The person who cooks doesn't wash the dishes. This is the basic principle."

Fei Du also didn't know whether he washed the dishes in his lifetime, he hesitated for a while, but went anyway. Luo Wenzhou didn't worry about him dropping the bowl—their family had money anyway.

"When people are burned to ashes, the composition is similar to apatite, and there is nothing to fear. Why should we take it seriously?" Luo Wenzhou folded his arms and said behind Fei Du, "Why every year at the head and tail There is a New Year's Day as the end, why must there be a process of confession and bullying before hooking up with others? Why does legal cohabitation have to invite relatives and friends to do a ceremony that is useless in addition to having a certificate? Because Life and death, light yīn, clutching and reunion are all given meanings by someone, this thing can't be seen or touched, and I don't know what it does, 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 behind him, held his wrist, and led him to put the washed bowl back in place: "I don't understand, I can tell you later, you recruited me, this is also a 'ceremony', I gave you a chance to regret it, and it's too late to return the goods now - let's go and go back to the city bureau."