Chapter 876: The Murder Hook
This plan is feasible!
Although its success rate isn’t 100%, the key point is that whether it succeeds or fails, my risk is very low.
Understanding this, I fell into deep self-doubt because, from this moment on, killing is no longer just a fantasy; it is a tangible reality.
Am I really planning to kill someone? The thought of using my hands to stop Liang Zuoming’s breath forever weighed heavily on me. I questioned if I could bear the guilt and remorse afterward. Or would I discover a forbidden joy in it, continuing to kill until I became like Zhou Xiao and Zhou Tiannan, only to be taken down by Uncle Chen?
On the way home, I bought some fried chicken endorsed by Huang Bo. After a few bites, I lost my appetite and threw it to a dog that was following me. The dog happily devoured it, sniffing my hand gratefully. This poop-eating animal was far more adorable than Liang Zuoming.
I was hesitant, my mind torn between two voices.
One side argued: If you don’t punish him, that little cat died in vain, and others will suffer because of scum like Liang Zuoming.
The other side countered: Even if you send Liang Zuoming to hell, the cat can’t be brought back to life.
The first voice retorted: That’s a naive perspective. The dead can’t return, but those responsible must be punished.
The other voice argued: Punishment should come through law and justice, not murder. Killing a person is even more disgraceful than killing a cat!
Feeling agitated, I noticed Sister Gu was home and knocked on her door. She gently asked if I’d eaten. I said, “Yes, but I need to talk.”
It seemed I had come at a bad time; she was smoking, a small cup of liquor on the windowsill.
“Do you have worries?” I asked.
“I’m making a decision about meeting someone, but I’m undecided.”
“Sister Gu, what do you usually do when you’re unsure?”
“I weigh the pros and cons, but I’m quite emotional and often choose the path that leads to regret,” she smiled bitterly. “But without taking risks, I wouldn’t be at peace. I’m such a contradictory person!”
Knowing she had her own troubles, I hesitated to burden her, but she noticed and asked what was bothering me.
“Have you ever killed anyone?” I asked.
I expected a denial, but her expression changed. Softly, she told me, “I have caused someone’s death, not by choice, but I was the direct cause. I’ve regretted it deeply. Even after so many years, the deceased still appears in my dreams. Yue Yue, do you think I’m a cheerful person?”
“You’re not cheerful at all. You’re dark and withdrawn, but I like you because we’re alike,” I replied.
She smiled gently, “Never, ever kill. I’m not talking about the legal consequences. In reality, getting caught and imprisoned is fortunate. The worst part is escaping punishment. The shadow of the dead will haunt you like a ghost, and this secret will rot your heart, making you unable to face yourself. Killing someone means a lifetime of unpayable remorse.”
I nodded. She, as always, was kind and didn’t press further about my troubles.
I could have stayed to keep her company, but my mind was heavy, so I went home.
I sat in the dark living room, staring at the white wall for two hours. Sister Gu’s words made sense, but the idea of killing clung to me like a curse. Besides the justifiable reasons, there was a dark desire within me. I believed I could execute a perfect murder, fooling Uncle Chen, Sister Lin, and the world.
I fantasized about visiting Liang Zuoming’s ailing mother years after his death, whispering in her ear, “I killed your son!” It would be so satisfying.
Liang Zuoming was so despicable. I’d rather perform CPR on a bonobo in the Congo than speak to him. Remembering his actions—sticking chewed gum in Weizeng’s hair, flaunting a girl’s sanitary pad to the class, slapping a boy until his mouth bled—these were his “jokes,” his “pranks,” his “misunderstandings.” If the nurse had accidentally dropped him at birth, she would deserve a Nobel Peace Prize.
Liang Zuoming deserved to die!
He deserved to die!
He deserved to die!!
He deserved to die!!!
Yes, he deserved it. If I tolerated such scum, I’d be too kind!
People must be accountable for their actions. I would bear the lifelong torment of my deeds. Liang Zuoming, you must pay for killing that cat!
It took me ten minutes to create the “murder hook,” hoping for tomorrow to come quickly!
May 28, sunny.
During lunch break, I installed the “murder hook” on Liang Zuoming’s bike. The principle was simple: a small hook fixed to the frame with wire. When the wheel turned and veered left at sixty degrees, it would catch the spokes, flipping the bike!
Of course, this depended on the turning speed. If it wasn’t fast enough, he might just think, “Damn, something got caught!”
If Liang Zuoming saw the hook, he’d probably suspect me (he’d blame me if he got a pimple). He’d confront me, but I’d deny it. If the prank was exposed, it would only be seen as a prank. With my “good student” reputation, teachers wouldn’t believe him without evidence.
But if the “murder hook” worked, Liang Zuoming would crash into traffic. Maybe a bus would run over his evil head, or better yet, crush his abdomen, spilling his guts on the road, letting him die slowly!
After setting it up, other students came in, so I left quietly. With lunch break ending, the school was bustling again. I couldn’t remove the “murder hook,” meaning there was no turning back.
Liang Zuoming, go to hell!
Oh, he’s really dead!!!
I can’t describe my feelings. I felt breathless, haunted by the image of Liang Zuoming’s wide-open eyes, filled with accusation, slowly swallowed by a waterfall of blood…
My hands trembled, tears fell on my diary. I knew I had committed an unforgivable sin!
In the afternoon, as Liang Zuoming rode his bike onto the road, I saw the “murder hook” sparking against the spokes. As the scene became reality, a wave of regret overwhelmed me!
I dropped my bag, ran after him, and shouted, “Liang Zuoming, stop!”
Weizeng was stunned, and many passersby stared at me, but Liang Zuoming, wearing headphones, didn’t hear. Someone bumped into me, almost knocking me down. Then, I heard a piercing sound from the road…
It was beyond repair…
It was beyond… repair…