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I was entangled by that man - Xu Hong - three months ago. Before that, I only knew he was the head of our senior year, usually standing at the door of the teaching building every morning and afternoon, catching late students. Other than that, I didn't have any special impression of him. Until that day...
That night, just like tonight, I was the last one to leave. Then, just like tonight, that man suddenly appeared in the classroom and threw a stack of photos on my desk.
The moment I saw the contents of the photos, I seemed to forget to breathe.
My parents passed away a long time ago, so from a young age, it has just been my grandmother and me relying on each other. When I was in the second year of junior high school, one day, my grandmother suddenly fell seriously ill and was hospitalized. The medical expenses were substantial. Our family's livelihood depended solely on my grandmother's small grocery store, and although I would work part-time during holidays to help with expenses, the cost of treatment was astronomical for us.
Some might find this story "melodramatic," but I can't help it because I'm not lying; these are all facts. Anyway, thinking about how my grandmother worked so hard to raise me, acting as both a father and a mother, I was determined to raise the money for her treatment even if it meant sacrificing myself. So, I gritted my teeth and crossed that forbidden line - I engaged in a few acts of compensated dating, of course, all without my grandmother's knowledge.
Xu Hong The photos that were thrown onto my desk depict me and a middle-aged man, fat and greasy to the point of making me sick, entwined on a bed, as well as the moment he handed me money. He didn't tell me how he got these photos. Maybe he took them himself, maybe he hired someone to take them, or maybe they were taken by someone unrelated and he happened to get his hands on them... I don't know. He just told me that as long as he's happy, he can make these photos fall into the hands of the police at any time, or appear on the principal's desk. I asked him what he wanted. I thought he wanted money. But he didn't want money, he wanted my body. He wanted me to be with him in bed once a week.
In order to shut him up, I agreed to go to his apartment every Saturday afternoon - the only half-day off each week - of course, he wouldn't give me any money, but with the handle in his hand, I couldn't bargain either. Until today, he had been very well-behaved, except for that half-day on Saturday, he wouldn't touch me, until today... Xu Hong is scum, he deserves to die! He deserved to die! Now I'm glad he suddenly showed up tonight, otherwise I might not have killed him, then I would have to continue to let him manipulate me...
The place where my grandmother and I live is an old bungalow in the outskirts. It takes about 30 minutes to ride a bicycle from home to school. When I opened the door, I found the house pitch black. I breathed a sigh of relief - I guessed that my grandmother, as usual, had not yet gone to bed before 10 o'clock. Not wanting to wake her up, I didn't turn on the light and quietly locked the door. At that moment, it felt like I kicked something with my foot. I bent down and picked up the thing. By touch, I realized it was a letter.
In this day and age, it's rare to receive a letter. I wonder what it contains. I'll take it back to my room for now. After taking a warm shower and thoroughly washing away the sticky blood with shower gel, I felt completely comfortable. Back in my room, wearing dry pajamas, I sat on the edge of the bed and calmly opened the letter to see its contents.
This is a brown envelope that can be seen everywhere. The envelope only has "Zhao Xiyue" written on it, without any information about the sender, nor is my address written on it. It seems that the sender directly brought the letter to my door and stuffed it in from under the door crack, without going through the hands of a mail carrier.
Sent to me? Who could it be?
The fact that the sender's name is not specified makes me feel an inexplicable unease. I can't wait to tear open the envelope and take out what's inside.
White hard paper - it's the back of the photo. I flipped the photo over. In an instant, I took a sharp breath. My hand slipped, and the photo fell to the ground, sliding under the bed... In that photo - it's me, at the moment I stabbed Xu Hong with the pen!
That night, I was almost sleepless until it was almost dawn before I fell asleep in a daze. In the short sleep of less than two hours, I had a dream. I dreamt of a long, gloomy corridor, and I was walking unsteadily in it. Two policemen were on either side of me, each holding one of my arms, while my hands were firmly bound behind my back with cold handcuffs.
On both sides of the corridor are rows of iron gates, behind which are men and women dressed in identical prison uniforms. Some are reading, some are daydreaming, some are practicing calligraphy, and some are crying... As I pass by, they all suddenly stop what they are doing and stare at me intently. In their eyes, there is both sympathy and pity, as well as fear... These gazes make me very uncomfortable. Why do they show such eyes? I feel puzzled. But soon, I will know the reason.
Before long, I was escorted to a dark red, rust-stained iron door. One of the two police officers escorting me opened the door, while the other pushed me inside...
Behind the door was a dimly lit small room, with no chairs or tables. In one corner of the ceiling, there was a small barred window through which a faint light shone in, and then...
A huge wave of terror surged through me in an instant. I cried out, struggled, and turned around, trying to escape.
In the corner of the room, I saw a long table with two poles standing on one side, and a blade hanging from the poles - it was a guillotine! I struggled desperately in front of two strong policemen, obviously so weak! They easily lifted me up.
"No! No! Put me down!"
In the blink of an eye, I was already lying on the guillotine.
"Don't kill me, please! Please don't!" I cried and begged for mercy.
Two police officers remained expressionless. They made me lie on my back and secured me to the platform with ropes.
Done! Despair fills my chest. I struggle to turn my head and stare blankly at the blade hanging in front of me. The blade is covered in blood—fresh red blood, as well as black and putrid blood. Clearly, it has ended countless lives but has never been cleaned...
The knife falls. Under the force of gravity, its speed increases...
Just as the sharp edge of the blade touches my neck, I wake up...
Who is the person who sent that letter to me? What is their purpose? Do they just want to intimidate me?
Because of that strange letter, I was surrounded by a huge sense of fear and unease all day long. I even prepared myself mentally for the possibility of police officers bursting in and taking me away in the middle of class...
After the second period of physics class, there was a 15-minute break with music playing in the classroom. The police didn't come - at least, not yet.
I am highly nervous, coupled with lack of sleep, making my head feel dizzy. I buried my face in my arms.
When I arrived this morning, the smell of the cleaning agent in the classroom had already dissipated, and the floor was completely dry. It seems that everything went very smoothly - but does it still make sense now?
Before being caught, I should at least get a good night's sleep - I thought to myself mockingly.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, I suddenly sensed a gaze.
The gaze was projected from the left rear, and as I looked in that direction, my eyes met with those of a classmate, Zhang Liang.
His eyes were cold, as usual, like the eyes of a dead fish, devoid of any emotion. But in the moment our gazes met, he immediately averted his eyes, looking down at his book with a clear display of panic and disarray. What's going on? I scrutinized him with some vigilance.
When I got home that night, I received a second letter. It was obvious that the sender was the same as last night's. This time, the letter wasn't slipped under the door—I can guarantee that even the most brilliant wordsmiths couldn't describe the shock I felt when I found an envelope identical to last night's, with no sender information, in the compartment of my backpack.
The item sent this time is not a photo, but a gold ring, accompanied by a small note that reads: "I know what you've done."
I recognize that ring. Last night, when that man - Xu Hong - was abusing me, he was wearing the same ring on his hand. At the moment I buried him in the ground, I even caught a glimpse of the glint reflected by that ring!
And now, this ring appearing here means that - the mysterious person X who sent the letter to me already knows where I buried the body, and he (or she) even specifically dug up the soil to take the ring off the corpse's hand!
All the strength in my body vanished in an instant, and I fell to the floor in my room. Tears uncontrollably streamed down, wetting the floor and soaking the envelope and note that had fallen on the ground.
Who on earth is it?
What do you want from me?!
Please spare me!
Inside, I was screaming and cursing hysterically. Suddenly, I stopped crying.
I realized something very important - when and how was this envelope put into my backpack?
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