Yang Zhikui never thought that in the dark night, he would meet his goddess and his lover like this. The one lying on the ground was none other than Zhu Liang, whose stomach had been ripped open. Looking carefully through the dim moonlight, I saw a big hole in Zhu Liang's stomach, which was pitch-black inside.

It was difficult to accept such bad news for a while, and Yang Zhikui suffered from hysteria. He reached out and dug into Zhu Liang's stomach, only to find that there were sponges in his stomach. Yang Zhikui was so frightened that he couldn't say anything, couldn't say anything.

Yang Zhikui pulled out the needle inserted in Zhu Liang's veins, picked up Princess Zhu Liang with both hands, and walked forward. This little girl, Zhu Liang, originally weighed about 100 jin, plus all the internal organs in her stomach were gone, and her total weight was not too heavy. Yang Zhikui had the strength to carry Zhu Liang forward without any difficulty.

In Yang Zhikui's words, he didn't know what he was thinking at that time, and why he didn't call the police.

Once Zhu Liang was involved, his mind was already blank.

As he shuttled through the fields, he looked down at Zhu Liang.

Zhu Liang's face was bloodless, as if he had applied a thick foundation. There wasn't a drop of blood on her body, and she didn't know where the blood had gone. Yang Zhikui hugged Zhu Liang and felt that she was very light, very light. Although Yang Zhikui stubbornly believed that Zhu Liang liked him, except for fetishes and stalking, he never acted rough on Zhu Liang.

Most of the time, Yang Zhikui followed Zhu Liang from a distance, hiding behind a tree shyly, like a child playing hide and seek. He just waited for Zhu Liang to walk straight to him one day and say to him, "Wow, you are qualified, you can be my boyfriend."

This day will never come.

Yang Zhikui thought again, now that Zhu Liang is in his arms, why can't he marry her? Thinking of this, Yang Zhikui secretly made a decision. He needs to put Zhu Liang in a suitable place and wait to marry him in the future. If it is placed in the field, there may be wild dogs and insects that come to eat Zhu Liang, but if it is brought back to the dormitory, it will definitely be found.

While thinking and walking, Yang Zhikui came to the vicinity of the crematorium.

He saw the walls of the crematorium in the distance.

A few years ago, when Yang Zhikui's grandfather died, he went to the crematorium in his hometown. He knew that there was a special place for corpses in the crematorium, where the corpses would not rot for a long time. Yang Zhikui walked to the crematorium. He walked along the wall of the crematorium, hoping to find the door to enter.

After walking a few steps, he saw a little girl standing in front of him.

Thinking about it now, Yang Zhikui couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. But at that time, Yang Zhikui's mind was all on Zhu Liang. He didn't even think it was absurd and terrifying for a seven or eight-year-old child to appear near the crematorium.

Yang Zhikui hugged Zhu Liang and looked at the little girl, who also looked at him.

"What's wrong with her?" The little girl pointed at Zhu Liang, whom Yang Zhikui was holding.

Yang Zhikui was hysterical at the moment, he said, "This is my wife."

"What do you mean by wife?" the little girl asked again.

Yang Zhikui looked at the little girl and said, "My wife is my wife, my mother-in-law."

"I know." Hearing Yang Zhikui's words, the little girl hurriedly said, "My father often calls my mother his wife, does that mean?"

Yang Zhikui nodded.

The little girl said again: "This sister is the same as my mother, but now I'm leaving, this is for you to eat."

The little girl stretched out her hand with a candy in her palm, which she put into Yang Zhikui's pocket.

When Yang Zhikui looked at the candy in his hand, the little girl was already walking towards the field, and her back gradually melted into the night. At that time, Yang Zhikui didn't feel scared and didn't think much about it. He continued to carry Zhu Liang and walked forward, and after walking for a while, Yang Zhikui saw a gap in the wall.

The gap was only about one meter high. The wall collapsed, and the outside was covered with bricks. The bricks were almost built into steps. He walked up the steps. There was a stone platform in the gap, and he took a light step and stepped on the stone platform. Yang Zhikui entered the crematorium without putting Zhu Liang down.

As soon as he came in, he saw a vague figure with a fireball in his hand, muttering something in the yard. He was afraid of being discovered, so he hurriedly put the body in the grass, and lay himself in the grass. The blurred figure muttered for a moment, then walked further and further away.

He saw the fireball stray into the yard, seemingly leaving the crematorium's main entrance.

After no one was there, Yang Zhikui stood up. He picked up Zhu Liang and walked around the crematorium. The crematorium was pitch-dark, and nothing could be seen clearly. He searched the dark crematorium for an hour before finally finding the corpse refrigerator.

He opened the drawers one by one, and closed it if he saw someone inside. In this way, he put Zhu Liang's body in the refrigerator, and then he left reluctantly.

From that day on, Yang Zhikui's hysteria fell. He didn't even consider that Zhu Liang was dead, he was full of thoughts of wanting to marry Zhu Liang.

It was past one o'clock when he returned that night, and his boss had long since gone home.

The next day, as expected, he was scolded by the boss, and he explained that he was fascinated by going to the Internet cafe. The boss is not suspicious either, and he continues to work here. During the day, he learned the craftsmanship of car repairing from the master in the car repair shop, and by the way, he helped people to change the oil and other relatively simple things.

At night, he began to pack all his belongings. When he came out of the village, his parents gave him 2,000 yuan to use the money before he could find a job. But he never touched the two thousand yuan. He was a very economical person. When he was working in the restaurant, he ate the leftovers left by the guests and went to sleep at a bridge at night. It was so cold in winter that he could only rent a house.

After a few years of tossing about it, I finally settled in Lao Wang's car repair shop.

Although the salary is only 300 a month, but he manages to eat and live, the 300 he can really stay. He calculated his own money, and he had saved 20,000 yuan in the past few years.

This is all Yang Zhikui's belongings. His most valuable thing is a smartphone that he bought for 500 yuan, and this phone lasts for three years.

The next day, he took a day off.

He came to the largest shopping mall in Longcheng, and came to a shop selling gold and silver jewelry.

The salesman looked at Yang Zhikui, who was dressed in rags and had black motor oil embedded in his hands, and ignored him at all. In the eyes of these people, Yang Zhikui is not a customer who can consume at all, he is just a ragged and unseen hillbilly. No one stepped forward, and some even accused Sang and scolded Huai to let him leave quickly.

Standing in front of a pair of rings, he couldn't move his feet. He caught the pair at a glance and looked at the price. It was exactly 20,000.

"I want to buy this," he said softly.

A salesman sneered and said to Yang Zhikui, "Do you know how much this ring is, you can't afford it, don't stop us from doing business here."

Yang Zhikui was not angry, he just smiled and took out the 20,000 yuan from the badly worn satchel he was carrying and gave it to the salesman. This is what he went to the bank to withdraw in the morning. He could have transferred it online, but he said that he had never seen so much money withdrawn in his life.

Today, he will fulfill two wishes, this is the first.

Only then did the salesperson's face improve. She smiled and put the money into the money detector, confirming that all the 20,000 yuan was real money. Yang Zhikui did not bargain, and happily took the two rings and left the store. He was excited all the way, lived twenty years, and this was his happiest day.

That night, he prepared new clothes for the next night.

After get off work today, Yang Zhikui spent an unprecedented ten yuan to take a three-hour bath in a nearby bathhouse, and he spent another ten yuan to find a bath master to give him a good rub. The dirt on his body fell to the ground, which startled the bath master. Before leaving, the bathing master asked for an extra 5 yuan for the "processing fee".

After checking the goods with Boss Wang, he left the repair shop and walked to the crematorium. Boss Wang didn't go upstairs to take a look, thinking he had been on the second floor.

When he came to the vicinity of the crematorium, he climbed into the crematorium along the previous road. This time, he was quite familiar with it. He avoided the old Wei head and sneaked into the refrigerator. Walking to the refrigerator, he opened the drawer, revealing Zhu Liang's body. He took the body out and gently placed it on the iron bed beside him.

The corpse was very stiff after being refrigerated. He stood beside the corpse and said to Zhu Liang: "I said, you must be testing me, I will definitely marry you in my life, look, I will give it to you. What did you bring?"

As he said that, he took out the pair of rings, which together formed a heart shape and separated into two small crescents, which were exquisitely crafted and represented love. He took out the larger one and put it on his ring finger. He took out the relatively small one and put it lightly on Zhu Liang's fingers.

It seems that God wants them to be husband and wife, the ring is very suitable, and it is very beautiful to wear on Zhu Liang's finger.

He leaned down gently and kissed Zhu Liang's face, which was very cold, but also very hot.

His heart was hot.

After getting married, he chatted with Zhu Liang for a while about the story of his junior high school years, and also talked about his work outside after graduating from junior high school. After chatting, Yang Zhikui carried her into the freezer again.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Yang Zhikui gently kissed her forehead and pushed the drawer.

After returning, he was caught by Yuan Jun.

"But what about your clothes?"

After the story was finished, Jiang He pointed at Yang Zhikui and asked.

"I gave Zhu Liang my clothes." Yang Zhikui said, "I'm wearing it on her."

"Where were Zhu Liang's clothes when you met Zhu Liang?" Jiang He asked again.

"Yes!" Yang Zhikui woke up, still very clever: "The first time I took her into the refrigerator, she was wearing clothes!"