Chapter 2612: Whistling Down (Seventy)

Chapter 2586 Xiaoxiao Down (Seventy)

It was another sunny afternoon, and the dark clouds lingered on the horizon for a long time. A thin layer of clouds and mist blocked the harsh sunlight, making the sunlight softer and gentler, and the constant sea breeze also became gentle.

Today is a good day for fishing. Schiller took the fishing gear and the fake bait he made last night and went to the lake.

He walked all the way down the lake, and sure enough he saw the neighbor who loved lure fishing in the upper reaches of the stream. When he sent him the invitation, Schiller knew that his name was Feite. He was 53 years old and was a professional. Retired special engineer.

Schiller stepped forward to chat with Fitt, and the opening remarks were his housewarming party, and Fitt was obviously very interested in it. He thought he could bring a big fish he caught, and Schiller happily agreed.

Then they talked about the main topic of the day, which is fishing. According to Fit, there are very rich fish resources in this lake and this stream, especially at the junction of the lake and the river. Lure fishing enthusiasts Never disappointed.

Then he emphasized to Schiller that only lure fishing is allowed in this water area, and any type of real bait is not allowed. The implication is that if you are the kind of fisherman who relies on making nests to catch fish, Dude, it’s better to go away as soon as possible.

Schiller introduced himself to Feite and said that he used to be busy with work and really had no time for fishing. Recently, the school moved and he planned to develop a hobby when he had some free time.

Feite became more enthusiastic and began to introduce to Schiller that his fishing spots were usually on a large, rugged rock on the south side of the stream, which was the only way for fish to migrate.

Then he said with some confusion: "I don't know what happened recently. There has been no movement in the fish school. I suspect that the gang of electric fish bastards threw nest materials into the lake again. If it still happens like this, I will have to go find the community police officer." "

"Oh, by the way, did you bring the fake bait?" Feit looked back at Schiller and asked.

Schiller took out the fake bait he had made. Fit took it over to look at it and said with a surprised expression: "Did you make it yourself? Professor, this is really amazing."

He looked at the fake bait carefully, and then said with some confusion: "What are these hairs? Wild boar hair? Or the hair of some kind of long-haired animal?"

"It's the mane of a bull moose." Schiller pointed to his neck and said: "It's the hair under their chin. It always gets wet when they drink water. The shape reminds me of the hair swimming in the water. Fish."

Under the mild sunlight, the fake bait takes on the shape of a semi-fusiform with a thick upper tip and a thick lower part. The brown-black hairs stand upright and sparkle with a soft luster in the sunlight.

"Full of creativity." Fite handed Schiller the bait and said, "Let me show you my awesome boys."

As he spoke, he lowered his head to set up the fishing rod, walked to the black cloth bag next to him, and rummaged through it. Schiller stood there.

Soon, Fite straightened up, but what he took out was not a bait, but a long shotgun, with the black muzzle pointed at Schiller.

"Don't move." Feit shook his beard and stared at Schiller with squinted eyes. "Don't play these tricks with me. I know that it's not moose hair, but human hair."

"And how do you know that, sir?"

"Who do you belong to? The FBI? These idiots have been chasing me for more than thirty years and they still haven't given up?"

"I am not anyone's, sir. Have you heard about the recent mysterious corpse dumping case?"

"You suspect I did it?"

"Oh, of course not." Schiller smiled and shook his head and said, "You won't be so wasteful, you won't let any of them remain."

Feite's expression darkened, and Schiller turned the bait in his hand and said, "Did you take a closer look at the invitation I sent you?"

Feite stared at him inexplicably, and Schiller had to say more bluntly: "In fact, I really like your article "Twelve Wonderful Uses of Human Surplus Value". This fishing bait is made using the method you introduced. It’s done, not bad, right?”

Feite immediately showed a clear look and said, "Who are you? You're not the wasteful kid who wrote "Chemical Preparations Can Help You Solve All Trouble", are you?"

Schiller just smiled at him.

Suddenly, Fit's expression changed. He stared at Schiller blankly and said, "Professor? Are you a professor???"

"Should I say long time no see?" Schiller said with a smile: "Mr. Gourmet, you haven't published any decent articles in a while. Have you run into any trouble?"

After realizing Schiller's identity, Fit instinctively took two steps back, and his Adam's apple moved.

Schiller took a step forward, and Feit immediately yelled at him: "Don't come over, or I'll shoot! Why are you here for me?"

"I'm not kidding, sir. I moved to this community and invited everyone around here to my housewarming party. I really want to learn fishing skills today."

Feite looked at him with a gloomy expression.

"Okay, by the way, I'm here to introduce a business." Schiller turned around and looked at his house, across the lake and lawn. It was the only house sitting alone on the skyline, in the hazy light. It seems a bit dreamy.

"I just heard you said you wanted to find a community police officer?"

Feite looked at him silently and said, "You don't think I'm afraid of dealing with the police, do you? Or are you afraid?"

"Of course I'm not afraid, but I don't recommend that you include him in your recipe book."

"Why?"

"Of course it's not necessary. Did you catch any fish yesterday?"

"Yes, I caught three nice big ones."

"Then you've tasted it."

Feite's pupils shrank suddenly and he said: "You killed him and threw him into the lake? Why did you do that? We need people to maintain law and order!"

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"Of course there will be someone to maintain law and order, and it will be the same person." Schiller looked down at the bait in his hand and said, "If you don't believe it, let's make a bet."

"What bet?"

"I know you've wanted to do this for a long time."

"What?"

"Taste the taste of justice and the rule of law." Schiller raised his eyes and looked into Fit's eyes and said: "When justice melts in your mouth, you want to know what else they will say to your heart. You thought before You’ve done it before, but you weren’t sure, so you never put it into practice.”

"You are really crazy." Fite shook his head and said, "I never thought that the person who organized this club would be a pimp."

"I told you I'm not."

"Then how do you know about me... Do you want to say that you can read minds?"

"This is a much more reliable guess than me being a law enforcement officer. In fact, I am a psychologist."

"So you can read minds?"

"No, I'll say it again, I won't, but I can analyze the source of your problem. Maybe it's a childhood accident. People who don't deserve to die die, people who don't deserve to live live, and justice and the rule of law bring you nothing. , you have not received justice, so you want to devour them to see if there will be a different taste."

"You're just crazy."

"There must be some sensory stimulation, I guess...a fire? You were very hungry at that time, and the smell of cooked protein was so fragrant and tempting that you couldn't resist the urge to eat that came from human instinct. From then on, you I have been searching for that scent, always looking, always looking..."

Fite slowly lowered his gun.

Soon the two of them sat side by side on the stone. Fite stroked the handle of the shotgun and said: "I haven't written anything for so long. I am just brewing to say all this, but I don't know how to express it, or say Words are too pale for this.”

"Who died? Your brothers and sisters?"

"My brother." Feite sighed and said, "It's my biological brother. Our biological parents died in a car accident. A couple who made a living by adopting children and collecting insurance money adopted us. At that time, the law was not perfect. This kind of There’s a lot going on.”

"They abused you?"

"Yes, not only do I have to help them work on the farm, but it is also common to not give them food. I have been very hungry since I was a child. Whenever I get any food, I will eat it up as quickly as possible. My father will only The people around me mocked me and said I was a greedy hyena, stupider than a pig in a pigsty."

After thinking about it for a moment, Fit said: "My brother has always protected me and helped me with the heavy and tiring work. He would also stop the two of them when they were beaten. He was even pushed to the ground and knocked unconscious several times."

"I have discovered since I was a child that I am different from others. I will not have any feelings for the lambs that I have raised for a long time. I am indifferent when I watch them being slaughtered. I don't even feel much pain when I am beaten. I just always feel hungry."

"I started a fire," Fitt said. "I was fed up with it and wanted to burn it all down."

"The two of them tried their best to put out the fire, but in the end everything was still swallowed up by the flames, including my brother who was locked in the room. I listened to his screams outside the door, but what attracted me most was the charming smell of meat."

"Were your parents burned to death?"

"No, I didn't let them die. 99% of their bodies were severely burned. I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, their appearance at that time made all the police, firefighters and doctors scream."

Schiller suddenly laughed, and Fitt also laughed. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "They are conscious and asked the hospital to try their best to save themselves, but they have no money for skin grafting. I can imagine what they will become like later."

"And your brother..."

"He is free." Feite supported his head with his hands and said, "I saw him falling asleep in the flames. Someone took away his soul and headed to a peaceful place. I wish he could leave his body behind. , it was the most alluring aroma I have ever smelled, but unfortunately I found nothing when I went back.”

"Did your parents' affair come to light?"

"They killed four of their previous adopted sons, all through unfortunate fires. The fifth one was my brother, but the police found nothing, and they still haven't, but that doesn't matter anymore."

"You throw all the inedible parts into the lake," Schiller said. "The water has a deeper meaning to you."

"The skin and flesh are boiling in the flames, and the bones should be eroded in the water. This is a balance that allows their souls to rest in peace."

"You sound like a priest."

"I'm just doing the job that the priest failed to do." A light appeared on Feit's face, "All the turmoil in this world comes from this. People don't know how to balance the heat and cold, and let their desires burn. Everything, treat others like ice.”

"Are you tempted by the fragrance, or do you just want them to experience what they did before they were alive?" Schiller asked.

"There is no conflict. It is my instinct that is tempted by the fragrance, and it is my reason that wants to make them suffer."

"The primitive hunger and the transcendent sense of responsibility have forged a new you, allowing you to take a big step towards civilized society, making fire, cooking food, and enjoying both physical and spiritual satisfaction."

"Tell me what you are going to do?" Fate said, "Even if our houses are close, you have come so far, it should not be just to show me that you can read minds, right?"

Schiller no longer wanted to refute, he just said: "I said, let me introduce you to a business."

"I am not interested in doing extra work."

"You don't need to do any work, I just provide you with food and pay your garbage disposal fee."