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Luo Qian looked at me coldly, obviously noticing my actions. Then she said mockingly, " Wenhao, are you thinking of calling the police? How convenient, I've already called the police. He is my father. He has gone missing, and as his daughter, of course, I had to report it immediately. Why did he go missing? Could it be that he wrote you a threatening letter, and you, holding a grudge, kidnapped him? Huh? Is that it?"
I didn't realize that I had completely fallen into her trap. She was like a capricious monster, sometimes being kind and sometimes showing her terrifying fangs. Indeed, I couldn't explain, and I had no evidence to refute what she had just said. If I called the police, in reality, everything would be against me.
The most urgent matter at hand should be... I looked at Luo Zhizhong, who was half paralyzed in the chair.
"He's not dead yet. What do you plan to do with him next? You can't just keep doing this, can you?" I looked at her, and Luo Zhizhong seemed to wake up from a deep sleep, looking at me and Luo Qian with a faint breath, a whimper coming from his mouth stuffed with towels.
"You came at the right time. Today, let him die," Luo Zhizhong's gasping voice seemed to grow louder. He shook his head desperately, causing the fat on his belly to move, and his body trembled slightly.
At that time, my mood could only be described as panic. Looking back now, I should have immediately sent a text to Liu Bing. Then I should have subdued Luo Qian immediately, not letting her continue on the wrong path. But why didn't I do that? I don't understand now. Perhaps from a psychological perspective, I must have been more or less affected by the "anchoring effect." For example, if a sour apple is described by the boss as extremely sweet, and when you taste it, it's so sour that it almost makes your teeth ache, you would definitely want to spit it out. Such prior stimuli make it difficult for you to accept subsequent information, which is the "negative anchoring effect."
Obviously, from the very beginning when I asked her if she had a father complex, her resolute answer, "I must kill my father," already gave me a full "positive priming effect." At that moment, I even felt that, regardless of the script or the development of the story, she should kill her father. Not? I stood there stupidly, and Luo Qian handed me the rope she had just used. "If we kill him, we can be together forever, and no one will interfere with us," she immediately revealed a wicked smile and leaned coquettishly against me. Due to the high temperature and stuffiness indoors, the sweat on our bodies intertwined, making me feel sticky all over. It was as if I had been cursed, my brain boiling like hot water reaching its boiling point in a kettle, and it suddenly boiled over with a "buzz." I immediately reached out and used the rope to strangle Luo Zhizhong's neck, the yellow, soft part trembling pitifully on the rope.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Forgive me." I was talking nonsense, my logic was confusing and I didn't know what I was saying, but I was getting stronger and stronger with my hands, as if I wanted to strangle the soft yellow neck. In extreme fear, Luo Zhizhong seemed to be in a nightmare, his body was stiff, his tongue was tied, and he couldn't make any sound, not even the strength to escape or call. The strange thing was that he didn't hide, but opened his eyes wide and stared at me in a trance. The expression on his face seemed to be crying and laughing, as if he was willing to be strangled to death, and he moved his neck towards me. And I strangled Luo Zhizhong's neck for longer than the normal necessary time. Later, when I wanted to let go, I couldn't let go because my fingers were stiff. Of course, even if Not was the reason, I was afraid that if I let go, Luo Zhizhong would jump up again. But I couldn't keep this posture forever. I slowly let go of my hands in fear, and Luo Zhizhong slid down from the seat to the bottom of the car like a jellyfish. After completing this huge project, I was completely exhausted. In order to calm down my excitement, I sat quietly and stared at Luo Qian …
Luo Qian squatted down and used her sleeve to gently wipe my face. Then she held my face and kissed me recklessly.
I was in a daze, and even began to worry that Luo Zhizhong and she had conspired to deceive me, just like giving the protagonist a surprise at a birthday party. Perhaps when I opened the window and pulled back the curtain, there would be countless faces outside, with pairs of eyes staring at me. Thinking of this, I closed my eyes in fear and let Luo Qian roam freely on me.
After about ten minutes, everything seemed to return to calm. I suggested moving Luo Zhizhong's body and burying it in a deserted area. She hesitated for a moment, silently looking at me. Finally, she said, "Okay."
"Where are we moving him?" Luo Qian asked.
"Let's just take him back to my place first, there aren't many people around my house. Then we can walk a few kilometers outside the city to a secluded little hill. We can bury him there," I replied.
Luo Qian looked skeptical, "Why not just take him directly to the hill and bury him there? Why bring him to your place? It's more likely to be discovered, isn't it?" She finished, casually kicking the lying Luo Zhizhong.
"Because transporting a body over such a long distance is very easy to expose. The blood and odor must be dealt with first. In addition, we need to find a box to put him in first. Then we can take him back to my house for processing. Besides my house, your dormitory is even less suitable," I explained.
I lifted his thighs with force, as both legs were already gone. So holding onto the thick thighs, it felt like they could slip away at any moment. Luo Qian cradled Luo Zhizhong's head with both hands, looking at him with pity, slowly moving him outward. We found an abandoned wooden box on the platform in the side room, similar to a luggage case. Despite Luo Zhizhong being very bulky due to the lack of his legs, we managed to squeeze him in. After completing this series of actions, I collapsed on the ground. Luo Qian was panting and leaning against the wooden box, not moving at all.
I knew it was not time to rest yet, so I quickly called Luo Qian to go out to the street and hail a taxi. After a few minutes, she came back running, saying she had called a taxi, which was now parked on the side of the road.
So we continued to lift the wooden box together. On the way, I remembered something very important. I said to Luo Qian, "His leg hasn't been taken." Luo Qian looked at me, but at that moment, the taxi driver also rolled down the window, obviously a little impatient, gesturing for us to hurry up. Parking on the side of the road would attract a traffic ticket.
I quickly said, "You go back and get his leg now, wrap it up, and go back to the dormitory first. I'll handle his matters." Luo Qian hesitated for a moment, but nodded and ran back all the way.
As for me, I hugged the wooden box with both hands and continued to walk forward, putting the wooden box into the trunk of the taxi, and then composed myself and got into the car as if nothing had happened.
"Are we not waiting for her?" the master turned his head and asked me.
I looked out the window and shook my head, then said to the master with a smile, "No need, let's go."
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