screamed in pain, and I pounced on h

hat my opponent was dangerous, I would beat h

I would be the on

bbed him by the hair and smas

tried to stab me. I saw the knife comi

w hard he tried, the k

e, I began to o

eapon, he was

re white, with alm

work, but for a premeditated crime,

howed that he w

ll to the ground. Then I put his hands behind him and

h and pressed my body against him. Then I

g! B

he pain was too great for him to scream. At

d his hands behind his back

uld no lon

s still

ous enough not to give my oppon

been torn down. I picked up a ston

and making sure he couldn't mo

er to the girl. I pulled the towel out of

that she could not speak.

e afraid. Then I took out my phone an

a pr

lice, how should I

ad to travel a long way to buy groceries. What wo

ad to think carefully

e begged me not to call the

said, "Please. I just got out of prison. If I go in there a

s st

got out

.

, my pho

und it was a call fr

, I heard her voice. "Wel

tried to bully a girl. I j

, but it was a shame that you became a traffic cop later. The man in

do you

day is May 7th, and the report about him came out on M

hone, took a picture of the

found a

Jailed for Rape, Eight Ye

d at the

woman in 2012. Due to his cruel means, h

membered him as an ambitious young man. No

filial and ambitious child. In the eye

, big boy. He didn't talk much, but I could f

hood was m

made my st

ed a photo of the

she was in tears, it was not hard to rec

romanticize criminals. Every time I read this kind of report, I just feel sick. You said he was a good boy in the eyes of his parents

Don't sugarcoat sins. Too many people in this world have had miserable childhoods, and everyone is struggling to get by. Ho

her. At once she wiped her eyes, cov

aul. I searched him carefully a

ly read t

s and feet, made her kneel on the ground, then threaten

d and said coldly, "On

said, so I picked up the syr

yringe on his eyelid, leaving a blood sta

man?" I muttered. "How do you feel

with fear, unable to

ringe. I pressed the syringe, and the l

at he trembled agai

too. Now on your knees and stom

against the ground because his hands were tied behind his back. He half

just afraid that you will be punished. Y

s the beloved daughter of her parents, the love of her husband, and perhaps even the sacre

eople like you with their hard-earned money so that criminals can clean up their acts and h

ed the

der, and he screamed in pain. "

me to let you go? I'm sure that woman begged you eight years ago, and this woman must have begged you,

o me! She'd been nice to me since I was rel

r. She trembled all over

ens when you give care to a bad guy. Why don't yo

spreading

o correct his mistake and

did the innoc

ople be allowed to

b's body suddenly

erved to

og barked in

as M

tart. Now was not the

e told me not to be careless at any

so I could kill

couldn't have a witness arou

Call the police, but don't talk to anyone ab

me blankly and

and protect you until

ok out her phone, rea

.

er head up and exclaim

instead of looking back

d and reacted, it wou

behind me. When I turned around, I saw Paul on the

ssible? I tied

y to find that his l

ground where he

ificia

r he bro

ying to hide his fingerprints, but it turned out h

ground in agony,

because he still had

ldn't be stupid enough to a

ready to throw it at him,

fr

kick be s

blood until he tilted his

uld th

ck me. After a moment's hesitati

act at all. He d

picked up the stone again, an

d. I quickly kicked it asid

dn't seem to

I turned

stone slab i

ght on the slab. It went

d at th

e in the presen

rl. I squeezed my hand hard and to

had to calm down a

en she found him dead, she asked in fea

would you do if I said I couldn't

t call th

hat Paul was dead, the police wou

at mystery woman, but I wanted to

re, instead of running away from the scene. I

think I acted in self-def

fear, but seconds later, she

hold of Paul's body, tr

o heavy for a

d, "There's a dilapidated house nearby. It's h

s st

t Paul got out of prison eig

y to find that his old house was about to be d

describing Paul's abjection and f

in his yard,"

ing to help

said in a trembling voice, "You.

and we moved Paul

e backyard an

l digging was very popular in those days, and Paul's father had also dug a well. Unfortunately, t

there was a rusty bucket, a

rope on it indicated that it was a deep well.

of a dozen yards, but not every piece of land had enough

gret doing th

l into the well. "You saved me so that I could feel the pain of the victim, and I

, I put his legs into the well. Then I dropped him into the

ark that one coul

larger stone a

lfway, the stone wou

d a splash

ve to bury this well next. Wait he

nodded r

going to sink o

ing flowers. I knew cement worked best. Wells i

d make it look too new. It was a dilapidated house

ks of soil, asked the shop owner for many of his old

d with mineral water and a towel to make

ard voices in the distance. It tur

I cleaned up the blood, but

nto a nearby house and pret

unately, I did not ar

ably going to be torn down soon, so no one would be

for a while. After the workers left, I collect

ured the gravel and then hal

it a fe

ght years, and he had no friends. The only person he contacted was his uncle, but his uncle took

oulder at Adeline.

aid? It's murde

n't c

e for a murder? I don't think you're going t

nd said quietly, "I did not kill a ma

ed at me

e well and said through gritted te

getting dark. I had to tidy myself u

d me, "May I have you

p your mouth shut. No one cares that Paul is missin

ded me a business card

porter for t

ard and said, "Y

know yo

no

t ran away with a frigh

and called the

answered

ng you want to t

ha

ing? Is there anything you

ilence, she said,

hide from you. Pa

Just a

apping away a

time. In addition, from today on, my life is yours. With

didn't quite understa

I only had a cursory look at it before. Whe

card turned out to be th