Lao Zhou was sitting on a few old wooden boards and was busy taking down the top of an old table. He used a screwdriver to unscrew the screws under the table one by one, and then clicked and pulled the table off the four legs.

After hacking away a few desktops, Lao Zhou used a hammer to nail the desktops together.

The hammer slammed into the nail, making a harsh clanging sound.

"You bastard! Obviously you took the initiative to seduce Lao Tzu, and now you are dead, Lao Tzu has to dig pits and bury you. Lao Tzu deserves yours in your previous life. However, seeing you look so beautiful, it's kind of right to just bury you. I can't help you, I'll get you a coffin anyway. Naturally, I dare not go out and buy a coffin. I can only dismantle some old furniture and let you deal with one casually. Don't feel bad about it. I have done my best to your shameless cousin. "

Without much effort, Lao Zhou nailed a wooden box.

He grabbed the female body on the ground and threw it into the wooden box, "Go to hell! Little bitch!"

The female corpse's head hit the bottom of the wooden box, making a muffled sound.

At this moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhuang Mengdie, and roared, "Have you seen enough?" Then he grabbed the hammer and stood up.

Seeing Lao Zhou approaching grimly, Zhuang Mengdie had been watching him work, but he had expected that he would suddenly turn his face to look at her, screamed in fright, and quickly defended, "I'm sorry, I just I happened to pass by here and I didn't see anything."

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"My name is Zhuang Mengdie, I'm just a novelist."

Zhuang Mengdie stared at the hammer in Lao Zhou's hand, so nervous that his tongue knotted.

"Writing novels? What kind of novels do you write?"

"Mystery novel."

"Does anyone watch that kind of thing?"

"I don't know, there should be."

"All the authors are racking their brains to make up the absurd story of Cinderella putting on crystal shoes and being married by the prince, but you show them the real social anatomy and tell them the truth. No one will appreciate your actions. Human beings have always been. Dreaming animals, they would rather believe in the nonsense that sparrows turn into phoenixes than the cruel social reality. Therefore, stupid girl, I advise you to follow the trend and write about some village girls who conquered the rich second generation and successfully promoted to the young grandmother. Enjoy the glory and wealth or the bare-bottomed poor hanging silk is called the story of Dongchuang fast son in the extremely brain-disabled Bai Fumei. Or write some stories about how the demented, silly, mentally handicapped turned into a great god. In short, it must be consistent. The reader is fantasizing. Remember you don’t tell people what the truth is, people need not the truth but illusory dreams."

Zhuang Mengdie shook his head, "No! I just want to be myself, whatever others think."

"In that case, you may not even be able to fill your stomach."

"Whatever, I don't care how much money I make, as long as I have enough food. I just want to write countless wonderful stories in my lifetime. I don't need applause or applause. I just want to write happily."

"Very well, ambitious girl, I wish you success! Now I have to go on nailing wooden boxes. Many times, people will always be okay to make trouble for themselves, just like today, I have nothing to do, give this woman to It turned out to be like this. I have to clean up the mess. In fact, now, it should be time for me to accompany my son to do homework and coax him to sleep, but I have to nail this shameless woman in this dark place. coffin."

"But, you don't have to kill her at all. I mean, you don't have to kill her. You should have a better way to solve the matter just now."

Lao Zhou smiled and shook his head, "A better way? There is no better way. For this kind of woman, killing her is the best way."

"So, what is going on between you and Zeng Yuqing? I heard you say that she took the initiative to seduce you."

"Yes, on a rainy night like this, she voluntarily fell into my arms in a revealing dress. I couldn't control myself for a while, so I pressed her under my body and had a relationship with her. I and her are actually you and me. "

"Then if this is the case, you can explain it clearly to the police."

Old Zhou laughed and laughed, "Explain to the police? Will the police believe me? Our Miss Zeng Yuqing ran to the police station crying, and the police would only trust her one-sidedly after verifying the DNA. People have always sympathized with the weak. , And women are weak."

"You are too negative, you should actively strive for the trust of the police."

Lao Zhou shook his head, "No, because now is an extraordinary period, I can't take risks for this bitch."

"What extraordinary period?"

"The old field director is about to step down. I am a popular candidate for the new field director. If she tells you what happened today, everything will be over. So I must kill her, and I begged her before, begging her not to report , But she didn’t listen, she must kill me, what do you say I do? I only killed her. All this is entirely her own. She is dressed in revealing clothes and takes the initiative to hug me, and I want to sue me QJ, door No children. Let her go to the underworld to sue if there is a case."

"But everything you have done has been seen by Xiaoguang. Can you imagine how much of a shadow this will have on his growth?"

Lao Zhou was startled and nodded guiltily, "Yes, I'm sorry Xiaoguang, if I knew Xiaoguang would stand not far away looking at me, I would definitely not kill Zeng Yuqing, or even reach out to touch her. I He was indeed a terrible father. He saw all the ugly things I had done. He was only an eight-year-old child. He was completely blank. But now, he has been drawn evil first by a terrible father like me. I have no guilt about Zeng Yuqing, because she is a **** and she deserves to die. The only thing I feel sorry for is my son Xiaoguang."

After Lao Zhou finished speaking, he threw away his hammer, covered his face with both hands, and cried loudly.

"I'm sorry Xiaoguang. To do such a thing, I am not worthy to be a father."

Zhuang Mengdie wanted to persuade him, but didn't know how to speak.

On that rainy night, too many unexpected things happened. Lao Zhou ran into Zeng Yuqing who was urinating while patrolling with a torch. She couldn't help but temptation to have a relationship with her. Afterwards, the two had a dispute, and Lao Zhou killed Zeng. Yuqing is over. All this happened to be witnessed by Lao Zhou's son Zhou Xiaoguang. The matter was not complicated, but it cast a heavy shadow on Zhou Xiaoguang's personal growth.

I don't know how long it took, Lao Zhou finally stopped crying and wiped away his tears.

"Okay, let's go. Go back and write novels that no one reads, and I should work too. I still have a lot to do. I have to nail the wooden box to the lid and dig a hole to bury it. Her. There are a lot of things, well, goodbye, and good luck."

After Lao Zhou finished speaking, he bent down and picked up the hammer, went back to the previous position and sat down, picking up the hammer and dinged it up.