Chapter 67: Macbeth (20)

"Hey, hey?" Lang Qiao heard the voice on the other end of the phone and was a little nervous. "Are you still the boss? A squeak, I'm panic if you don't say a word!"

"Well," Luo Wenzhou soul answered unwillingly, "It's all right."

After speaking, he did not listen to Lang Qiao, who screamed, and hung up the phone.

The basement was unventilated, with a stale atmosphere, and in the pale background, there was a faint **** smell. A long hair clipped to the hanging earphone, Luo Wenzhou carefully took it off, and his fingers passed over the back of the cold lounge chair.

There were obvious signs of wear on several imprisonment straps.

This is a typical "aversion therapy" scene-when the image is played on the projection, through a strong stimulus such as electric shock and drugs, the person who straps himself to the deck chair is forced to establish a conditioned reflex, allowing him to take this unforgettable pain Linked with the feelings when seeing the image, he aroused his physical aversion to achieve the purpose of "correcting" a certain behavior ... or thought.

The human body is like a sophisticated instrument. When you see something delicious, you will be stunned. When you see a beauty, you will be attracted. When you are beaten, you will feel pain. When you are sad, you will cry. Every feeling is a one-to-one correspondence with the feelings transmitted by the senses The simple and rude "aversion therapy" is like pulling a plugged wire from a person's body alive, forcing it to another port of the donkey's mouth that is not right to the horse's mouth, and repeatedly flattening it with a soldering iron.

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

Even if they are "built indiscriminately" on the circuit board, they will still be short-circuited, not to mention ordinary tires *?

The corner of Luo Wenzhou's eyes twitched fiercely, thinking of Fei Du's changing tattoo stickers, was it to cover the marks?

Did he come back here every so often to "charge" himself here?

Isn't he 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 several months.

He is a young master who wants to eat and wear, and is so delicate as to have spectacled legs, is he not afraid that he will rot into a pile of carrion and be exposed to the broad daylight with the cricket?

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

He has no awe for life and death, and he doesn't care about *, because he doesn't care about it, because it seems that he really cares nothing, and it will probably be very calm when he dies with a rattle. He doesn't care who he mixes with, and who he sleeps with. The whole person is a capital "casual", but prefers to tie himself to an electric chair alone, jokes about his life, and refuses to tell anyone the truth words.

Luo Wenzhou was surrounded by the cool air in the basement. After the initial shock and Baiwei Chen were mixed, the inside was burned with boiling anger. He could not rush directly to the second floor and smashed the door of Fei Du, and took him to the sink. , Press into the cold water and educate well-this **** has repeatedly ignored the warnings of others, pretending to be very sincere and approaching people, so that everyone else will take him seriously, will soon put him in his heart ... ...

He turned out just for fun, and retracted into the iron wall of the copper wall with no windows or doors, coldly rejecting people. This spoils yourself and spoils the minds of others.

Luo Wenzhou turned and left the basement, and rushed 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. He crouched inside, not knowing what he was doing.

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

Fei Du's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly there was vitality in the glass-like eyes, and he quietly turned to the door.

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

Fei Du stared motionlessly at the door panel, wondering what he thought of. He suddenly lifted the corner of his mouth, revealing a half-smile expression, as if watching a movie, and didn't know what plot to expect.

Luo Wenzhou paused, and gave him an ultimatum with a heavy voice: "Keep me out, right? Feiduo, I'll give you another half a minute. If I don't open the door, I will never come to knock on your door again. . "

There is a rattan hanging chair in the bedroom, which is placed by the window and overlooks its own small garden, but now it looks like a large piece of blue slate at first glance.

Fei Du stretched his legs and leaned lazily in the rattan chair. The rattan chair like a bird's nest rocked slightly with his movements. After hearing this, he could not lower his eyes and turned to the window.

"Then don't knock," he thought indifferently, "go."

The second hand of the wall clock didn't breathe at a stretch, Luo Wenzhou said what he must do, and it really waited for him for half a minute, and then there were sounds of light footsteps outside the door. Far away, gradually inaudible.

Fei Du was silent for a moment, turned back to open the small screen on the bedside of the bedroom, connected to the gate monitoring, and surely saw Luo Wenzhou opened the door and left the fierce house, got on the car and left.

Fei Du stared in the direction of the broken car for a while, his eyes were limited by the lens, and soon he could see nothing. He felt that he was still untouched in his heart, just like when he saw Zhou Huaixin's body, It's like rolling a pebble while driving.

However, this time it may be a brick, and the side of the car is a bit large.

Fei Du thought: "Unfortunately, if we go to the city bureau, we have to look at 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 rolled bricks has good performance. It can still continue to drive forward a few times, and it doesn't matter.

He closed his eyes silently. The hypoglycemia and dehydration caused by dizziness and vomiting could not be completely relieved. He still felt tired. He wanted to send Luo Wenzhou to sit in the basement for a while, but he didn't want to move. , Simply turned from closing his eyes to recuperating into shallow sleep.

In the dimness, he did not know whether it was a natural memory or a casual dream. In short, he was in a state of half asleep and awake, remembering the things of his childhood.

At that time, he did not want to live with outsiders. He dismissed all the nanny, and he would not do anything. He had to go to Tao Ran's house to eat and eat. On that day, he went to the police station and waited for Tao Ran to get off work. The community property and the owner clashed with each other. They almost hit the floor and called the police to adjust.

The police were Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran, and Fei Du looked at them from a distance. Seeing Luo Wenzhou as a male model standing in the middle of the rumbling middle-aged and old owners' representatives and the property, he seemed to have strayed into the idol drama actor of the short-scendy comedy group in his parents. He was extraordinarily clumsy and out of order.

Two young police officers stubbornly adjusted the conflicts in the community. They pressed the gourd to float and were pushed around by the people on both sides. Luo Wenzhou suffered for five minutes, presumably to the limit, and was furious. A third-party person joined the battle and attacked indiscriminately as one enemy and two. Tao Ran sweated a liter of cold sweat behind him.

Because the hooligans were so powerful, the two sides that had been fighting had to reconcile briefly and unanimously, and Luo Wenzhou unexpectedly achieved the effect of "solving the contradictions among the people." Until forcibly taken away by Tao Ran, Luo Wenzhou still turned around and shouted: "Complain! If you have the ability, don't ask, don't dare to vote for your grandson, grandpa siren xxxxx——"

Tao Ran covered his beak with a lawsuit, and Lord Luo couldn't speak, so he had to take the second step, and reached out and dared to scratch his old lady's army with a middle finger.

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Out of the distance, Fei Du also heard him say with great arrogance: "Just one month's **** melon and jujube, and how do I want to call me-what the **** is the police, I will not wait!"

Tao Ran: "Can't throw a work permit!"

This sentence faded, and saw a pickpocket across the road digging a girl's pocket. Luo Wenzhou forgot about the fact that he had just thrown his work permit into the trash. Like a large trained dog, he yelled "stop" and chased away all the way.

Later, the thief caught it, and the girl who lost the wallet invited them for a skewer-Fei Duofan. He didn't know why he remembered it so clearly that even the order of serving was in front of him ... It might be too bad reason.

In the evening glow, there were people bragging with beer bottles, cumin and paprika wrapped in the smell of trench oil, and there was smoke and fire everywhere. The people sitting around were sweating like rain, and Fei Du was too lazy to talk. , Casually sip a drink, sitting silently while playing games with a game console.

By the way, it is said that Luo Wenzhou bought the game console. No wonder he looked at it at that time.

Luo Wenzhou gave him a bunch of roasted mushrooms in disgust: "Tao Ran, the skewers are a pastime for adults. What do you always take out with him? Hey, always eat mushrooms? You just have a lot of things and you don't want to be in a group."

Out of the way.

Fei Du smiled, and he didn't want to be together.

After bidding farewell to the owner, Comrade Luo Wenzhou, the most unreliable people's policeman in history, ran back to the original place again, staring at the bin with the garbage bin that swallowed his work permit for a moment, wearing a fee duneng After a year of entertainment, his black face was full of gas for three minutes, and he pulled a wire from his pocket to pry the lock on the trash bin ...

The "click" sound of the prying lock sounded in his ears, and Fei Du awoke slightly. At this moment, a gusty wind swept across his neck, he stunned, looked back in disbelief, and was surprised to find that he had driven away. The human Luo Wenzhou went back and returned, holding a slender wire in his hand.

Fei Du: "..."

This guy is really a skilled worker who slides the door and locks.

Luo Wenzhou tucked the wire into his pocket: "I said I would not knock on the door again and get out."

Seeing that Fei Duan was not talking there, Luo Wenzhou broke into it without a word, and picked him up. "What time is it?"

Fei Du answered subconsciously: "... at half past six."

Luo Wenzhou was stunned by this answer, raised his hand and slap on Fei Du's neck: "With your nonsense, I will not look at the watch myself? What time are you still sitting in that meditation, not eating?"

Fei Du was sitting for too long, his legs were a little numb, and he was dragged along all the way. He was even more shocked to see the extra dishes on the restaurant table and the noodles that were very complicated at first glance.

The noodles in the small pot were still hot, and the kitchen set up by Wannian started to work. The deserted first floor was filled with unfamiliar food, and the atmosphere of the whole fierce house followed.

"You have too few broken supermarkets. You have to run ten kilometers to buy a dish. What good is it to live in this ghost place besides being able to show off rich people?" Luo Wenzhou ran over a bowl and asked him, "Eat 'over water '?"

Before Fei Du's head was in place, Luo Wenzhou made a claim for him: "Just after spitting, eating a fart, you can make it hot."

Fei Du: "..."

What else do you ask.

He thought he had no appetite—every time he was half-dead from tortured by bloodstaining ... and other things, he went to the hospital with a needle to support him. The noodles were cooked hard and moderate, with a little bit of chewing, but not bad for digestion. 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 couldn't help but take his bowl and added him another bowl.

"Follow me and go back to work overtime," said Luo Wenzhou, "this weekend."

Fei Du: "..."

Luo Wenzhou raised his eyelid and glanced at him: "What's your opinion?"

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

"According to my experience, there are two root causes of the unsatisfactory ten," Luo Wenzhou quietly waited for him to finish, and suddenly said, "one is not full, and the other is not sleeping well."

Fei Du froze.

"Drinking sugar water and sleeping pills isn't counted," Luo Wenzhou gave him a pointed look, before waiting for the fee to return, and then he said, "The remaining ten or two are more complicated— —This was the last time I wanted to tell you in front of Su Xiaolan's ashes, but later I forgot. "

Fei Du signaled that he was listening.

"Go and wash the dishes, so don't use the dishwasher for these two broken dishes," Luo Wenzhou said. "I have both the washing spirit and the dish cloth. Clean the oil first and then wash it with water, will you?"

Fei Du: "..."

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

Fei Du didn't know if he had washed the dishes in his lifetime, hesitated, or went, Luo Wenzhou didn't worry that he would drop the bowls-their family had money anyway.

"People burn to ashes, and the composition is similar to apatite. There is nothing to be awesome. Why do we take it seriously?" Luo Wenzhou said with arms around Fei Du. There is a New Year's Eve, why should there be a process of confession and cross the road before cooperating with other people to go to bed? Why do legal cohabitation have to invite relatives and friends to do a ritual in addition to a certificate? Because life and death , Time, and clutch, they all give meaning to them. This thing is invisible, and it is not useful. But the difference between you and me and a bunch of chemical components lies in this point 'meaning'. "

Fei Duo meal.

Luo Wenzhou stretched out his hand from behind his back, held his wrist, and led him to put the clean bowl back in place: "I don't understand I can slowly tell you later that you recruited me, this is also a 'ritual', I I've given you a chance to regret it. Now it's too late to return the goods anyway-go, go back to the city bureau. "

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