"The year we graduated from high school," Xin Lang said. "She and I didn't get into college. Back then, it wasn't like now. If we couldn't get into college, we had to think about doing something else!
"I was tired of studying, and I knew that I wasn't cut out for it. So, I found a place to work." Xin Lang closed his eyes and fell into the past. "She insisted on getting into college, so she chose to repeat her studies!"
"That was the first time we had a disagreement, and it was also the last time!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yu really wanted to ask who this "she" was.
However, Xin Lang was immersed in the memories of the past. Zhao Yu and Miao Ying did not interrupt him.
This was the umpteenth time that Zhao Yu had listened to the confession of a murderer. He thought that he was calm and collected, but when it came to such a time, he was still very excited. His ears were open, and his eyes were wide open. He was afraid that he would miss a single word!
"Those years, my first love and I lived very peacefully and innocently." Xin Lang's eyes seemed to be glistening with tears. "She liked to eat spicy soup at the school entrance. Not only was it delicious, but it was also cheap …"
"In the summer, she especially likes to put red nail polish on her toenails …" Xin Lang choked with sobs. "Because the school doesn't allow her to paint her nails, the first thing she does after school is take off her socks, revealing her red fingernails …"
"Our separation came very quickly, in just one year," Xin Lang said. "She got into the key provincial university, He Yang Teacher's College!"
Hearing Xin Lang's words, Zhao Yu suddenly had a layer of goosebumps on his back. He had never thought that the cause of the story would be related to the teacher's college …
"When we broke up, I was very calm. I thought that I would be able to accept it, but …" Xin Lang shook his head and sighed. "I thought too simply. I couldn't forget her. It was like when she left, my life was destroyed!"
"That feeling was like I had already become one with her. When she left, I died!"
Xin Lang clenched his fists and said, "What's even more ridiculous is that I can see that she yearns for a better university life. She doesn't have the slightest bit of reluctance to leave me. It's all a fake performance …
"I'm sad, I'm sad, but I never thought that she would become an indelible mark in my life. Sometimes, I don't know what's wrong with me. Do I miss her too much, or do I hate her too much?
"You want to be strong, and you want to … kill her!!!"
"After the breakup, I suppressed my pain and went everywhere to work." Xin Lang still clenched his fists tightly. "I even secretly went to school to see her. She was fine … She was talking and laughing with her classmates …" Xin Lang said.
"Sometimes, I find it strange too. Humans are really strange creatures." Xin Lang shook his head and said, "Back then, I often hung around the nightclubs in Chengzhou. I worked as a doorman, a driver, and a waiter. I saw a new and exciting world. I saw so many women who would do anything for money …"
"The rich spent money like dirt, and the girls were like moths to a flame. From then on, there was a flame in my eyes. I wanted to taste the joy of moths flying at me …"
"Logically speaking, after working in such a place for so long, my relationship with her should have been more indifferent, but … no … No matter what, I couldn't forget her …"
"The memory of my first love deeply affected me. I felt that maybe she was not just a person, but a dependence in my mind.
My mother died early. I had a habit of relying on women. She was my first, and in my heart … the only one … "
"When I was in the nightclub, whenever I saw a woman who looked like her, I would feel especially fascinated. I would fantasize about them wearing red nail polish on their feet and jumping at me …"
Xin Lang's words were full of repetition and contradictions. Zhao Yu could tell that this person's psychological abnormality was very serious, and he even had a certain degree of paranoia.
At the same time, both of them were worried about one thing. The "she" that Xin Lang was talking about, was she no longer in this world?
Or … had she been killed by him?!
"I really don't know what happened to me." Xin Lang's eyes were filled with confusion. "Four years later, she graduated from university and left the school!
And I … I foolishly used the savings that I earned for four years to buy a bookstore in the inner part of He Yang Teacher's College … Then, I started a business selling and renting books … "
"Listening to this, you must think it's ridiculous, right?" Xin Lang revealed a strange and ugly smile. "She graduated, but I went to the place where she went to school to open a bookstore. I … What was I trying to do?
Could it be that … I wanted to experience what the school that she went to was like? Or … Or … Am I simply a lunatic? "
Hearing this, Zhao Yu and Miao Ying couldn't help but exchange glances. They didn't expect Xin Lang's state to deteriorate so rapidly. They began to worry that if this continued, he would collapse and delay the important matter of his confession.
But, at this time, if they were to interrupt him, it might affect the continuity of his confession, which would not be good for finding out the truth.
So, the two of them didn't say anything and continued to listen to Xin Lang's confession.
"At first, I lived a relatively peaceful life, right? Five years or six years? " Xin Lang said. "I spent my youth in the university campus, but I wasn't a university student, but a book seller!
"Every day, I would watch people come and go in the bookstore. There were many people reading books, and when I had nothing to do, I would read books too. It's no exaggeration to say that I read almost all the books in the bookstore, regardless of the genre …
"But … Although they were well-written, none of them could enter my heart. Until one day, when I saw a student's diary, my heart was hooked all of a sudden …"
At this point, Zhao Yu raised Liu Weiyi's murder diary in front of Xin Lang.
"Yes, I deliberately took it with me when I escaped this time!" Xin Lang said without hesitation. "Yes, I was too fascinated by it, so I stole it!
"I think … Since you caught me, you should be able to guess the rest of the plot, right? I can tell you … "Xin Lang revealed an evil smile again." You guessed it right! Not only did I steal the manuscript, but I also … followed the plot written in the manuscript … "
Sure enough …
Xin Lang was right. Zhao Yu had already guessed the plot countless times, and it seemed that it was almost the same as what he had guessed.
However, the truth of the matter was still somewhat incomprehensible.
Hence, Zhao Yu asked in a timely manner, "Next, tell us about the process of your murder!"
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