365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

Five years ago, on November 2, the first day of Mu Shangqing's disappearance.

Together with the public security organs, the Superman Department focused on migrant workers' buildings and conducted large-scale searches and carpet searches. The central government attached great importance to it and invested unprecedented police force.

Huaxie Court was already empty. Originally, it was planned to be demolished and rebuilt, but the "demolition" was halfway through, and work was stopped. The entire block was full of broken walls. The demolition machine was patronized, and it stood intact, but it was also grayish.

However, the work of "demolition" was not done well, and the work of "relocation" was successfully completed. There was no nail house in the whole block, and the whole block was empty. Only stray dogs were left. I occasionally strolled around, but I couldn't find food, and ran again. Go to nearby neighborhoods for food.

The police searched Huaxieting twice during the day, and the speed was many times faster than in the downtown area, because there was no one inhabited, so there was no need to filter and investigate people.

The search team searched in Huaxieting. Police dogs and thermal imaging drones were used. No signs of life were found. The results were reported to the team leader in charge of the search and deployment.

The team leader believes that Huaxieting is located in Xicheng District, far away from the migrant workers' building. Criminals will not take the risk to move people long distances, and that Huaxieting is already empty. Luo Wang, judging from the modus operandi, the criminals have superb IQs and should not choose Huaxieting, so the criminal police captain ordered to relax the investigation of Huaxieting, focusing on the rental housing area near the migrant building, so that no one would leave the house. , Every household does not miss anyone.

In the evening, the police were focused on finding near the migrant workers' building.

That night, Mu Shangqing appeared in Huaxieting.

His wound was simply bandaged and the bleeding had stopped, but his face was pale, his eye sockets were blue, and he looked strangely haggard and desolate.

The brick house where he lived in childhood is among the survivors. The restaurant opposite has been buried in the soil, and the locust tree next to it has been pushed in. His small brick house is barely kept in its original shape and can be sheltered from wind and rain.

In the room, he set up a long table on the first floor, and brought six stools, one in the master seat, at the front of the table, and the other five on both sides of the table.

On the table corresponding to each stool, there is a Western knife, all brand new. A piece of cardstock is pressed under the knife. The cardstock is neatly folded, and the corners are opposite, like a hospitable host's message to the guests.

In the center of the table, there is a row of candles. Water and electricity are cut off in the demolished house. Only candles are used for lighting. At this moment, the sky is completely dark, and the candles are burning silently.

The windows and door cracks are covered with black cloth to avoid the leakage of candlelight. From the outside, the brick house is quiet and integrated with the surrounding dilapidated buildings. There is no abnormality.

Mu Shangqing put his mobile phone on the table. It was a second-hand copycat mobile phone, only used to send and receive text messages. His mobile phone had fallen on the migrant worker's building, and there were blood stains on it. The city is looking for him.

He stared blankly at the candle in front of him, with complicated shadows and lights on his face, constantly changing with the swaying of the candle, his eyes were mysterious and unpredictable.

Taking a lot of drugs affected Mao Yi's mind as well as himself, making him confused in memory, dizzy, and acting impulsively and arbitrary.

Solve it privately, send a text message to Chu Dongren, send Xiaohan to a foreign country, and he leaves without saying goodbye... What consequences will all this bring, he has no time to plan for a long time, because he can feel the restlessness in his body, Mao Yi It may take its place at any time, attacking Chu moving people, attacking Xiaohan, and attacking more innocent people, ruining the entire Superman's office and making the public security organs go dark again.

He has to fight quickly-what he is doing now may not be the most appropriate, but it can minimize the risk and harm the least people.

In the middle of the night, guests arrived one after another. They would like to follow Mu Shangqing's instructions to arrive in the dark, avoiding the police's search.

The host Mu Shangqing took Hu Bin, Bai Rui'an, He Lan, Gong Yanhua, and Xue Jinping into the room and invited them to take a seat.

It has been more than two months since he realized the existence of another personality to prepare for this trial. He has gone through the stages of panic, fear, collapse, despair and numbness. At this moment, facing the victim’s family, he appears calm and orderly. After experiencing the severe pain of hysteria, what is left is more heart-wrenching deep.

After all the guests were seated, Mu Shangqing sat on the main seat, facing the crowd, with candlelight on his cheeks, and traced his outline deeper and deeper.

"You are welcome to participate in this trial. All of you here are relatives of the victims of the homicide case, and the homicide cases are all by my side. Everyone should know me."

The families of the deceased came this time, worried and just wanting to know the truth. At this moment, seeing the western knife, candles and pieces of paper in front of them, like a candlelight dinner, maybe they will serve food later. They immediately became a little impatient, He Lan asked first: "Mr. Mu, please tell me who the murderer is, I am not interested in other things!"

Mu Shangqing put his hands on the table and sat upright, like the presiding officer of a trial meeting, "I am the murderer."

Everyone present was obviously taken aback, but soon frowned again, looking at each other, and at the same time they knew in their hearts that since everyone is the victim’s family, they are all called over now, and there may be a consolation meeting to help them get out. Shadows, to avoid mental problems.

However, the meeting held in such a place is really a bit inexplicable. Is it helpful to psychological counseling?

Brian was helpless, he sat next to Mu Shangqing, lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Mu, I know that you are very concerned about my affairs and have not been able to find the murderer. My wife and I are indeed very anxious, but please don't say anything. This way to comfort us, it doesn’t work!"

Mu Shangqing smiled faintly at him, then looked at other people, and said: "I have a double personality. The me you know is the normal me, which is the current me, but there is another cruel me who killed you. Relatives."

He Lan, Gong Yanhua, and Xue Jinping all looked directly at Mu Shangqing and felt a little painful. He was afraid that he had gone through too many murders and was too irritated, and he was already unconscious.

Hu Bin's complexion suddenly became solemn, he recalled the intersection with Mu Shangqing in the past, and did not say a word.

Mu Shangqing was born very white, and when he was illuminated by the warm candlelight, his skin still showed a cool tone, cold and soft, so the whole person appeared sane and calm, and he didn't mean to be joking.

"The piece of paper in front of you says my method of murder. You can open it and take a look."

In the past, he ran to the Public Security Bureau to investigate the case with the police and investigate together. He was puzzled by the murderer’s tactics, but after confirming that the murderer was himself, he once again looked through his diary and the victim’s record in the diary. Life habits were the starting point for Mao Yi, and he finally figured out the course of the crime.

On the seats, the five people's faces were full of horror, half hesitating and half anxious, they took out the paper in front of them and opened them.

As time passed, the room became quiet, and everything around was silent. It seemed that the sight of the entire block was concentrated on the pieces of paper, condensed on the black letters on it, and the ruined walls and the dust in the sky, together with them Witness the recorded sins.

After reading it, the expressions on everyone's face remained unchanged, from the suspicion just now to the half-belief, and then looking at Mu Shangqing's eyes, doubts and hostility arose.

Gong Yanhua thought about it and didn't understand how Chen Mu died. Now that she saw the paper, she suddenly realized that she even believed that Mu Shangqing was the murderer, because it was not the murderer, it is impossible to know the details of the sugar bottle.

She wanted to rush to grab Mu Shangqing and ask all questions at once, but now there are other people around, and they are in a remote and unfamiliar place. The scene is too weird. At the same time, she can't help but doubt the truth of the matter. Suppressing the anger, he asked: "What are you...what are you doing?"

Mu Shangqing looked up at her, then looked forward and went straight to the subject, further persuading them to accept the facts.

"Every family member died by my side. They all died unclearly, forming a series of unclear cases. In the past two years, I have been looking for the murderer and ran to the Public Security Bureau. Until recently, I found another one of mine. Personality, I know that the murderer is him, that is, myself. You can look at the common points of the cases. They all happened by my side. The relatives of all of you here have died unclearly. Only if you know some details of their lives, and They can kill people invisible without in-depth contact, and then get out quickly. In this way, only I meet the conditions."

Just after reading the paper, everyone was half-believing. At this moment, listening to Mu Shangqing's heavy voice, their suspicion further weakened, and they began to believe that the gentleman in front of them, who they had always thought to be a gentleman, was a murderer.

Brian stared at him with bloodshot eyes, and in the candlelight, he was a little stubborn: "Then why don't you go to the Public Security Bureau to surrender and call us together?"

Mu Shangqing blinked his eyes lightly, his eyebrows were thick and black, and his eyebrows were very neatly grown. The eyebrows looked like an inverted trapezoid that had been trimmed, and the outline of his eyes was exquisitely set off. At this moment, his eyes are like a lake reflecting the starry sky, clear and hazy.

"I have a mental disorder and mental illness. I will not be punished if I kill someone. I will be sent to a doctor. There will be a doctor who will treat me well. I will live in a beautiful hospital and receive meticulous care and treatment. Maybe three times. After five years, I will be discharged from the hospital. I have a high degree of education, a high IQ, and a lot of knowledge. I can find a good job and live my life smoothly."

He didn't finish the next words-if he surrendered, they would know the truth, would be painful, would be angry, and would hope that the murderer would be rectified on the spot, but what they were waiting for was the court's announcement that the murderer was exempt from criminal law. Punishment is not going to jail, but going to the hospital.

They will be disappointed, helpless, and desperate, although there will be police officers who will explain to them that the murderer is at the stage of illness when he commits a crime and is incapable of criminal responsibility. According to the law, he should be exempt from punishment.

In the end, they could only admit their fate, could only watch him live safely and securely, and could only be forced to sympathize with his mental illness. However, no matter how tolerant, no matter how much they understand, no matter how magnanimous they are, deep down in their hearts, there will still be hatred that is difficult to offset. From then on, they have the deepest hostility and contempt for the three words "mental illness", and they will not even be able to let go of death.

The faces of the four people in the seat became ugly, and they were already holding back the anger in their chests. At this moment, after hearing Mu Shangqing's words, the anger had reached a critical point and they were ready to erupt at any time.

Brian looked at him slantingly, and the words came out of his teeth: "You call out another personality, I have something to ask him."

"If you have anything you can ask me directly, I am him. We belong to the same body. He is just the dark side of me. What he thinks is actually what I want. You can treat me now. He, I am the murderer..."

He kept talking, Xue Jinping suddenly jumped up, the stool fell to the ground all of a sudden, and he fell to the ground embarrassedly.

Xue Jinping scratched him randomly. She had long nails and great strength. She scratched blood stains on his face and neck. Mu Shangqing did not resist, and let her tore her hair and clothes quickly.

Brian stood up, he pulled Xue Jinping back, then grabbed Mu Shangqing's collar and slammed it against the wall. With too much force, the wall shook the ground with dust.

"Why are you killing Mengmeng!"

Mu Shangqing was bumped into his internal organs. He coughed a few times before letting himself come back quickly and replied: "Because he is so cute and so beautiful. My dark side doesn't like beautiful things. He wants to They are destroyed in order to retaliate against me and against society."

A fist hit his cheekbone, and Mu Shangqing was knocked to the ground. He felt dizzy and dizzy. Before he recovered, his body was in severe pain.

He Lan, Gong Yanhua, and Xue Jinping surrounded him, punched and kicked him, kicking his forehead, chest, thighs, and abdomen. With every kick, his abdominal cavity churns up again, and his body faces the ceiling, fully stretched out. Did not hide in the slightest, quietly endured it.

A few people kicked and cursed, and their voices were hoarse with grief: "Why didn't you kill yourself? You should be the one who should die. Why didn't you do it to yourself--"

Hubin sat blankly on the seat, his face haggard, his eyes lost, and his whole body looked decadent and confused. It has been a year and a half since the death of his niece Hu Qing, but he has not recovered. As a psychiatrist, he cannot heal himself.

He once thought that the one who killed Hu Qingke was a certain patient in the hospital, so he was unwilling to step into the hospital for half a step. He really couldn't bear it. The person who healed himself might be the one who killed his beloved daughter. murderer.

And now, it turns out that it was her favorite teacher Mu who killed her. She once praised Mu Shangqing a hundred times in front of him, saying that he was good-looking, good-tempered, and good at teaching. She will look for a boy in the future. Friends must admire the teacher's type.

Hu Bin hates admiration for Shangqing, and hates himself even more. He hates himself for why he didn't bring her own petty, and handed her over to a hidden murderer!

Like him, Brian was slumped on the stool, hatred and sadness flooded his head all the way, his eyes flushed terribly, he hated admiration for Shangqing, also hated himself, hate himself why he brought Mengmeng to the lake that day, why did he want When I met Chu Dongren and Mu Shangqing, why should we eat together!

He Lan, Gong Yanhua and Xue Jinping also hate that their mothers, husbands and children are so cute and kind. Why do they die? They die because they are too beautiful!

The pain of bereavement, the hatred of the bereavement, the grief of bereavement, the grief of bereavement, the pain, hatred, grief, and grief, all came to my heart for a time, gathered in a small room of 20 square meters. , Bearing an unbearable emotional weight, may collapse at any time, and explode at any time.

They vented all their hatred on Mu Shangqing, hitting them until they lost their strength and there was no sound in their throats, and then they stopped.

Finally, Mu Shangqing lay on the ground and stopped moving, as if he had died quietly.

Seeing that he was covered in wounds, no one took care of him. Hateful family members of the deceased were scattered to every corner of the room, crying in sorrow. The sadness and enmity of the past two years completely broke out at this moment, and the whole body was unbearable. It's about to tear apart.

After a while, Mu Shangqing moved. He had no energy and struggled several times. He grabbed the stool with both hands, got up, and sat on it.

His mouth was full of fishy smell. He raised his hand and wiped a smudge of blood and dust on his lips, and his voice became faint: "I want to ask you something."

He Lan, Gong Yanhua, and Xue Jinping faced the wall and ignored him, and Bo Rui'an and Hu Bin also turned their faces away, not wanting to look at him again.

People like him are not worthy to make a request.

"I would like to ask you to help me keep it secret and don't tell others that I am mentally ill."

He Lan suddenly turned around and yelled: "I'm **** your father, you broke the law, you killed people, and you want us to help you keep secrets, you're not a **** human!"

Mu Shangqing laughed suddenly. He had double eyelids and deep eye sockets. The cicada appeared with a smile and wrapped his eyes. The smile was brewing in the eyeballs, blending with the candlelight, and the whole eyes looked bright and gorgeous. .

At the same time, there was a sparkle at the end of the eyes, a tear trail across the cheekbones, across the bruise, across the wound, across the blood stain, through the corners of the lips, and then flowed to the chin, dripping onto his. Index finger up.

"Because I have a daughter, she is very cute, she is very beautiful, she thinks her dad is a good dad, she thinks he is kind, upright, gentle, compassionate and caring. She will walk with her and celebrate her birthday, yes. My mother is also very good, she thinks he is a very good person."

His fingertips were wet and trembling, "If she knows that I am mentally ill, others will know, others will point to her and call her father mentally ill, and they will call her mentally ill, so I want to ask you to do it for me. I keep it secret, and I want to protect my daughter."

Since childhood, he was afraid of the three words "mental illness". Every time he heard it, his heart would twitch. Others scolded him for being ill, and even scolded his mother. He was really afraid of being scolded, and he didn't want Mu Han. Suffer the same torture again.

He wanted Mu Han to grow up peacefully, no longer be treated with strange eyes, and accepted by this society and the world.

Gong Yanhua looked at him coldly and sipped: "Bah-you hurt our relatives, why should we protect your relatives!"

Brian gasped for breath, "It's fine if we don't retaliate against her. It's impossible to protect her. Since you killed someone and violated the law, you have to bear it. Don't try to hide!"

Mu Shangqing lowered his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. The candlelight swept over and outlined his nasal bones high, but under the center of his eyebrows, there was a concave arc, which looked like a rolling hill from the side.

Soon, he stood up trembling, then bent his knees, knelt down, and knelt in front of everyone.

"I called everyone here today to have a trial. You are now the presiding judge and can make a judgment."

As he said, Mu Shangqing swallowed hard, he felt the restlessness in his body, and Mao Yi was struggling. In the past, whenever this was the case, he would hide in and act as a deserter, but this time, he wanted to be brave. He wants to bear all his faults.

"I am a beast, a scumbag, and a scum. I personally killed Xiao Ke, Mengmeng, Aunt Shi, Brother Chen, and Xuanwen. I ruined your family and your life. I made your favorite People die tragically. People like me are not worthy of the forgiveness of the law and no longer worthy of living in this world. You can do anything to me, and I will be judged by you."

The scene fell silent. The five people present, with red eyes, stared at him intently, but did not move.

"In front of you, there are five knives. In the earth dam outside, I have dug a hole. The locust tree in the earth dam has been pushed down and the soil has been turned over again. The construction should not move there again in the future. This building will be torn down directly in the future, leaving no traces, there is no monitoring nearby, no other people, this is a wasteland, you can safely make the most appropriate judgment, there will be no external forces No one will notice the interference. This is your court."

His words fell, and a figure flashed in the candlelight. Xue Jinping grabbed the Western knife on the table and pierced his left abdomen. His eyes were red, and he stared at him. A hoarse and dry voice squeezed out between his teeth: "This knife, For my son!"

Soon after, another stab fell into Mu Shangqing's right abdomen. He Lan held the handle of the knife, "This knife is for my mother!"

With two stabs in the abdomen, yesterday's old wound had already cracked, blood was pouring, and his clothes were wet. Mu Shangqing sat on his ankle, his body was already unstable, but he still straightened his back and continued to accept the sentence.

Before he waited long, Gong Yanhua grabbed the knife and slammed it into his chest. The first knife was blocked by the ribs. She pulled it out and stabbed it again. Blood spattered and spilled all over the floor.

"This one is for my husband!"

Brian picked up the knife and directly inserted it into his neck. The blood vessel burst instantly, "This knife is for my child!"

Mu Shangqing was already on his knees, he fell down, covered in blood and stains, but he persisted in not dying, took a last breath, raised his eyes with difficulty, looked at Hubin, and waited for his judgment.

Hu Bin was holding a knife in his hand, but he didn't move. He is a clinical psychiatrist. He has seen people with dissociative identity disorder. He knows what is the main cause of the disease. He has personally experienced their difficulties, misfortunes, and childhood pains.

In the end, what kind of pain must be experienced in childhood to tear a person's personality alive and survive smoothly?

Mu Shangqing was about to die, Hu Bin didn't take the knife, walked to him empty-handed, and squatted down.

Mu Shangqing was full of knives and was wet with blood, breathing hard, waiting for him to start.

Hu Bin cried suddenly, and tears wet his cheeks. He was holding Mu Shangqing, his voice trembling, "Shangqing, Shangqing...have you experienced anything before, has the world done it to you? what?"

Mu Shangqing hung his head weakly. He bent his mouth hard and smiled to Hu Bin, "Thank you, Dean Hu, I love this world very much, thank you, thank you..."

Before his smile was completely squeezed out, his breath broke, his heart stopped beating, his head was tilted back, his upper and lower lips separated, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Hu Bin was full of blood, holding Mu Shangqing, lowered his head, did not speak, his shoulders trembled violently, just like he was holding the dead Hu Qingke.

Seeing that Mu Shangqing was out of breath, Brian stood up and was about to leave.

He Lan stopped him, "Where the **** are you going!"

"I'm going to surrender!" Bo Ruian walked straight out without turning his head.

"Have you forgotten his request!"

Brian walked to the door, stopped suddenly, and hesitated.

Gong Yanhua looked complicated and sat at the table, "I hate him, but I admire him. I promised his request to protect his daughter."

Brian turned around: "I will surrender, and I won't go everywhere saying that he is mentally ill!"

Gong Yanhua said in a huff: "Of course you wouldn't say it, but won't the police investigate it? Once it is found out, people all over the world will know!"

Bo Ruian's face was pale, standing still, speechless.

All five people were silent, one lying on the ground, the blood dimmed by the candlelight. The room calmed down, the candles burned, and tears of the candles dripped and piled up on the table. The fireworks flickered, flickering and dimming, and they were about to be extinguished.

Hu Bin held Mu Shangqing's head, and his voice looked old: "Let's let him go into the soil for peace!"

In the night, five people buried one person next to the dumped locust tree, put his mobile phone and five lethal weapons into it, and then filled the soil with a shovel. After filling it, he threw the shovel into the nearby broken wall, where there was everything, broken furniture, bricks, cement, garbage, and nothing was visible. In this pile of ruined things, a corpse was sleeping.

The corpse fell into the soil, and the five figures left together. They walked in different directions, gathered together quietly, and then spread out quietly.

In the Huaxie Garden, under the locust tree, it seems that nothing has happened, as if everything was buried in the soil.