The oily moon

You anonymous people once out of the interrogation room will feel regret that words should not say so. The weather in July has been hot, wet hands a press on the chair will appear five fingerprints. Three years ago, a pair of park chairs got up and walked away from a man and woman who hated him, and there was a wet circle where the woman had sat. He thought he had discovered a secret. "Yo anonymous!" The interrogator snapped his name. "Hmm." He responded, and immediately added, "There!" "Did you kill someone?" "Yes." "Killed how many people?" "How can I remember that, who keeps count?" One, two ...... one is a fat woman, waist thresher like thick can not hold, two big tits drooping down to the waistband of the pants. Rainy day came a man and a woman, not father and daughter, and will never be a couple ...... stinky man should have died early but went to the toilet. The woman will die first. The man came back a bit did not die, but also a kick in his cross crotch ...... but in the end is also dead. Women white face, it's good. You anonymous wrenching finger search up memory, then found the interrogator face all white, immediately interrupted by yet another memory, will be wet hands hanging down chagrin up what was said. Although that department a sincere. "Eight." He said cowardly.

The river formed a silver band that stretched out in front of him; the poplars and green willows, which had already cracked and lost their shells of life, fell backwards rapidly. The hot red sun really has oil, sweat all into beads along the tip of the nose slip, greasy. The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the temple gates that appeared from the side of the mountain beam, to the ancient cypress and pine floating cloud-like leaves immersed in the curling bell, and so, you anonymous and two armed criminal police officers took a three-wheeled motorcycle, backtracking the Han River to the Beavis ditch.

For the woman's genitals, the countryside has a vernacular call, simple to a sound, X, the name is very unpleasant. So another sound is substituted, but this sound is not written out, so it has to be replaced by "瘪". Some scholars say that Chinese culture is mainly expressed in two aspects, one is about eating and the other is about deflated. If You'an and his folks were to learn, they would certainly agree with this view.

You anonymous knew the source of his life, although as a child he asked his mother, who replied that he had fished it out of the water. "How did you get it?" "I fished with a strainer and found it." "Do people get it like this?" "Yes." The mother's expression was extremely serious. This serious expression made a deep impression on Younjin, so that later, when he grew up and matured a certain muscle, he was indignant at the deception his mother had given him.

On summer nights, the low four-walled huts were stuffy as steamers, with fleas, mosquitoes, and bedbugs, and the bachelors concentrated on a dilapidated old theater building at the edge of the village's water fields. The wind came and went, and the men could count the stars in the sky, once with a different number. Another can talk about mysterious things such as women and the reason why it is a sign of women. You anonymous people's youth university starts from here.

If you look far from the highway by the Han River to the North Mountain, which Younon people are used to. Just see there an orientation of the absolute best. An oval-shaped gully. The soil is dark red and full of miscellaneous trees. Large oval in another small oval set. Which is another wall of earth peak, pointed, red as frosty leaves, the wind and rain has not been depleted. The outer edge of the large oval, the edge of the gully, two human feet stepped out of the white road is very conspicuous, the intersection of the road was born an ancient acacia, acacia shade quiet, such as a cloud. And below the oval is a thin and long ditch full of reeds, disorderly, dip a seemingly thin woof of dark water four seasons not dry.

This is a "deflated" place made in heaven and earth. The point of the village is the point of "deflated". But the bachelors who live in the world of "deflated" do not enjoy that culture, and the living feel very boring. Once hiding in the reeds, you anonymous people overheard a couple burning incense in the ditch and said, "Son, you come out, we are three rooms and a courtyard, grow up to give you a daughter-in-law, you come out!" He thought that his mother and father must not have prayed here according to the custom, otherwise he would never have come to this world, and he would never have been the son of his father and mother. He was almost angry with his mother, who gave birth to him without consulting him and deceived him with the words "fishing to".

It is 50 miles from Yiajia Gou to the county town. From the county town to Yiajiagou is fifty miles. Fifty miles down the Han River, but the deep stream-like Chishui River. A bridge over the river, eighteen stone roller and thresher piled up piers, traffic between the mountains and the city, but also connect the barbarism and civilization together, the river seven years and eight years to overflow. In one year, the river was full of water and the bridge collapsed by half, and five of the eighteen stone roller threshers were lost, so the people of Beavis went downstream to explore the mud and sand. Finally, the stone roller and thresher were found in the upper reaches of the river, and you anonymous people were baffled and indignant until this summer, when the "Cultural Revolution" movement came. The people of the village ran like thieves to the South Mountain stone cave. The father did not run, the people of the armed struggle slapped the father a slap. "Good slapping, slapped me an iron ear shit!" Dad went with it, carrying a homemade long barrel clay gun on his back.

The stone cave was excavated in the early years of the Republic of China, in the bare half stone cliff, from the bottom can not go up from the top can not come down, the cliff wall is cut with stone nest carrying stone vertebrae set up on the board, you can walk, walk through a page of the board to draw off a page. You anonymous caught ten bats, and an owl, and looked up far away in the smoke and fog shrouded home. He suddenly heard his mother's voice when he coughed out a mouthful of phlegm as big as chicken shit.

A long snake as thick as a stiff handle is sucking up a golden-haired squirrel on the stone advice outside the cave.

"Huh? Ah?!"

Mother screamed in panic. How come the squirrel didn't run away and stare at the snake step by step to move closer? "Is the squirrel stunned?"

He picked up a stone and threw it over, the snake ran away, and he almost threw himself over when the stone was thrown over. During the night Niang sneaked down the hole and went home, just after the victory of one faction over the other, and twelve men, a platoon of those with guns, pinned Niang down on the bed and gang-raped her. The naked daughter-in-law fainted and died in the hall, and the master climbed over from the bed in the building, covered her eyes with a red cloth, and began to apply a half-bowl of sin to the swollen dough-like points with a baked hot shoe sole. The old man died after hitting the cloth stone.

This is a rather secluded courtyard. The east side is - a bamboo bamboo, the more the sun shines, the more green leaves, no wind you feel the armpits Jinjin cool. A bamboo whip crawled through the water eye of the courtyard wall, only five days old, has climbed to the bottom of the steps like a yellow snake lying rigidly in the brick crevices multiplying fungus grass. A sparrow's wet foot stepped over the corrugated, weaving its claws with the scattered bamboo leaves to form a "personal" character. You are standing half dumbfounded, and the mood that was suddenly happy was suddenly as dead ashes like haggard wood. The only thing that could be heard, rough and angry, was the sound of digging, the sound of pulling out stones, and the clanging of the stiletto. The stone mill at the corner of the west courtyard was overturned, and on the earthen wall at the corner, a wooden wedge was hung with the "dark eyes" of a cow. The cow was wearing a "dark eye" in the mill path through life, in the first three years fell down and died. And every one of the rafter eyes left by the wall of the courtyard wall is stuffed with hair nests ...... You anonymous people keep a motionless posture standing in the courtyard, silently watching the hired people sweating like rain digging, as if in search of some gold cellar, nervous, and wet hands.

"Can you let me talk?" He finally couldn't stand the silence before the bomb went off.

"Speak!" The interrogator looked at him.

"Digging is not even the place to be." He pointed to the whacking cloth stone at the bottom of the steps and said, "It's all down there, where it used to be a seepage well. Then the sewage was poured to the outside of the yard."

So, eight dead bodies were dug up. The fishy smell filled the courtyard and swarms of flies followed. The bright, intense light cast across the wall slanted into the damp, narrow soakaway pit. People's eyes widened in fear, and when they covered the pit with a mat, they found another arm at the bottom of the pit at the same time.

Eight and a half? The interrogators had goose bumps on their faces.

"What kind of person is that arm?"

"What man's?"

"How many more people have been killed?"

He really can't remember, whose arm could it be? Tilting his bulbous head, his mouth sank into a deep black hole. There was a period when there were many scrap collectors on the north bank of the Han River. "Who has rotten copper and iron hair nest wine bottles broken paper minions -!" A yell, he carried - the axe to do just chopped wood posture at the door should, my house has! The buyer then entered the house, catching the cigarettes handed over, lit on. "The bottles are under the cabinet." As soon as the head was bent, the axe head gently hit the back of that head, it fell. He went over and took the lit cigarette from the mouth of the dead.

Scrap collectors are men. You anonymously examined the arm, the arm wrist with a green plastic ring. This is a woman's arm, can not afford to wear a watch, and no silver bracelets, ugly beauty!

It is dusk, the evening sun is very good, he was over the bridge of eighteen stone roller thresher, let the soft wind on the face to imagine a live. Look at the distant county on the other side of the bridge and see the slight dust floating. There are three women coming from the haze. They all had fat bodies. The muscles in his body twitched and hated, listening to them talk about the business of weaving straw bags, cursing the high price of straw and the shortage of goods. "I have straw at home!" He said voluntarily. "How much?" "Not much, about seventy pounds, enough for one person!" But the three women looked at each other and went away. The next day competed the fattest one, said they all want to buy but afraid of each other to buy it so the day before did not promise, asked him to keep her secret. The fat woman died. He put her in the cupboard during the day and carried her to the bed at night, and then she rotted and grew maggots and had to be cut up. But he did keep her secret.

"You raped the corpse? A broken body?!"

A slap on the face made you anonymous mouth and nose bleeding, and was taken back to the county by a three-wheeled motorcycle. You anonymous people for the second time in his life has been on a motorcycle, handcuffed hands, head stuffed under the bucket shell, sweat like rolling beans down. What he regretted was not being able to see the eighteen stone roller thresher bridge. This evening the clouds were burning more and more red, the placid water on the Chishui River, and the duck-tipped boats floating at the confluence with the Han River, had been corroded to a golden color.

My father, through bravery, became a captain of the armed forces. The captain could carry a box gun, and could have a female secretary who wore a yellow blouse with a wide belt. The female secretary has a pair of hanging eyes. Father would not want mother.

"You defeated my people!" Father took a cigarette and burned her face, pulling off a handful of hair from her head. He smashed the water jar, smashed the back wall of the bed, and went crazy like a wolf, and Dad left by the door. The anonymous man jumped out and hugged his father's thigh and bit him, and he fell in the dust with a slap on his cheek and a spark in his eye.

"If you were my son!" Father in the sparks said, "Go with me to rebel! Rebellion has everything!"

He said, "I will kill you!" A mouthful of spittle with blood and even a tooth spit out.

Father he laughed and picked up his teeth and put them on the high eaves, saying, "It's good to leave your teeth high up, you can kill me is my son!"

You anonymous people and mother live in three earth houses, mother often startled that someone into the courtyard, paralyzed with fear, the lower body on a puddle of blood to. When it was dark and guns crackled outside, she had to go down to the bed in the dark with her dry and thin legs to feel if the window was closed. The door was closed, and there was a thick log across it.

Every night was cold and long. The wind blew the bamboo forest on the east side of the courtyard, and it was unsettling. The bamboo grows particularly vigorously in this year, diffusing over the wall, and the dark, heavy shadow presses against the window like a ghost. You anonymously got off the bed quietly and walked at night to a village by the Han River to look for a faction stationed there. "Who?" "Me!" "You're a dog!" "Your mother is a bitch!" A gunman in the darkness approached and pulled the bolt. "If you move me, my father will kill you!" The man did not move, turned his head to chase away the line of people. He could see that there were eight men carrying five prisoners, who were tied up and all had a small stone mill on their backs. They were going to the Han River to "cook dumplings". He went into the village and found the room where his father lived. The door was closed, the light was still on, and when he looked through the window, he saw a man and a woman on a large kang with peas on the floor and a plank of wood, swaying around happily. In the night breeze, he set fire to a stack of straws in front of the door.

He fled to sit on the dead willow by the Han River, watching the fire burning half red, but strangely smelled a fragrance, the smell of wolfsbane flowers in the rocks on the riverbank stimulated him to inhale a mouthful of air, and lost himself in the river. The next morning he washed up on a sandy beach, arched out in the mud and water, and for the first time caught a fish and ate it alive.

You are the only person in the ditch who is too short, seven points like a person, three points like a ghost. The home was empty and poverty-stricken. The mother learned that her husband had been sleeping with a female secretary, and in one night she drank rat poison and bled out of her eyes. After a broken cabinet sawed four legs to bury my mother, daytime eating thin porridge and bran, playing with that one tendon at night was long and huge, and lost proportion with the body. Summer night moon star, the world silver glow, he floated in the shallow pool of Han River, that thing erect, actually cut out the bottom of the water silt like a plow furrow ditch marks, the river willow red thin roots tangled together. Then I ran into a woman passing by the shore, "I and you that!" Pointing to the shore two dogs in coitus. The woman slapped him a slap. This slap has since slapped away his normal bravery, and his father was ridiculed by the village people for enjoying a few more women in the revolution, resulting in his son not being able to see the meat or drink the soup. The world was originally large, and these years made it even more empty and desolate, so he was insignificant in Beixia Gou, and did not seem loose when he left, nor was he crowded when he returned.

Occasionally, someone noticed that he was in the business of selling meat.

"To make money ah?"

"......"

"To make money from women?"

"......"

Someone bought all his meat on the eighteen stone roller thresher bridge, and agreed that he would sell him meat exclusively. His meat is very cheap. And then pick the meat to the bridge, called the son of God called the raw joy, in previous years washed down the bridge pier thresher flood, the draught line high residue in the half-cliff save the next record, his brain wandering.

To the east, is the prosperous county, the south city gate outside the ferry groups of women pounding mallets laundry, under the skirt is also not wearing pants? To the west, a diffuse is the mountainous region, the fields of the dirt road tangled, fighting for three or five day twilight return people, women come straight face to face, tits shaking like carrying two bags of water ...... he calculated his age, will live thirty and forty years ......

I picked a high day to go to the county, the county people despised him, he also hated the county people more. I heard that a dumpling store at the city gate was very beautiful, so I went in to buy and eat, and I met an old lady who was still interested in talking to him about her life. She was as fat as a ball, sitting down and standing as tall, sleeping down must also be as tall as sitting down, every time always praise that the dumpling filling is particularly oily, particularly fragrant.

"Do you often eat here, too?"

"Not much."

The old lady was chatty and boasted to him that her husband was a director in the county government. She said her son worked for the county public security bureau. She said she could still eat four taels of dumplings at her age. Then she asked him about his life and lamented that he had no daughter-in-law. From no daughter-in-law to no daughter-in-law's pity.

"The widow at the corner of Middle Street sued a man next door for raping her. Do you think that's possible?"

"......"

"How is that possible? You take this, you poke it into the cap of a pen!" The old lady was so excited that she pulled a pen out of her pocket and removed the cap, and she took the cap and asked him to poke the tip into it. He was baffled, stabbing her left to the right and right to the left.

"Look at that, does it work? It must be adultery, or maybe it was the man who forced her with a knife and killed her!"

You anonymously agreed in silence, but his face turned iron blue.

This time in the restaurant again ran into the old lady, she brought her little granddaughter to eat, eat full of oil.

"Grandma, I don't want to eat the oil beads floating around." The little granddaughter shouted.

"You have to eat the oil pearl flower, one oil pearl flower is like a sun!"

"Grandma, the sun is round, and the flower is half round."

"Half round? That's the moon!"

"Ahhh, the oil moon!"

The child was shouting like a child, and you anonymous people suddenly realized that the bowl full of oil beads flowers are half-round like a small moon. The brain pinched a pain, put down the chopsticks and fled, no longer to this dumpling store to eat.

The blazing fire destroyed the stalks of straw, burned down a bright two dark three tiled rooms. But the captain and his secretary escaped in time, only the shirt and pants turned into ashes. When the anonymous people learned that their father was not dead, they "revolutionized" and joined the other faction. Although he was not able to kill anyone in the martial arts struggle, others killed people and let him stab the cracked head with a stick and smash the gold and brass incisors with a stone.

The gun was very long and was carried on the shoulder and hit the knee. The two factions were pitted against each other on the Han River, the sun setting in the dusk of a large circle in the center of the river, the wind and birds chirping, the water chirping, the black barrels of guns raised on the fortifications on the riverbank. In the trenches, they talked about the "revolution", about killing and women, about how hot they were and how they put down their guns and masturbated with their pants down. He said: "I do not have children? Hm, if I do not spoil this thing, ten or twenty children are standing in rows!" Said, loneliness and cold silence did not lift, then wait for the sky a dyed black, will be aimed at the opposite bank of a certain target. At that moment he was startled by a shot.

A cold shot from the opposite shore had knocked down a messenger carrying a lantern for food on this side.

"He deserved to carry the lantern with his right hand?!" Hitting a lantern a foot to the left of the lantern is certainly not fatal.

"Wouldn't the left hand carry it to the right?"

"Pick with a stick!"

You anonymous people silent, two eyes dead on the opposite bank found a little red light, suddenly bright and bright, the trigger hooked. There are shouts: "The captain was hit! Hit the upper lip!"

Dad's upper lip has been cracked since then, like a rabbit's mouth. He shouldn't have smoked paper cigarettes with glee after hitting the lantern-bearing messenger.

The next day, a truck pulled the captain and the secretary to the county hospital for surgery. The truck was loaded with steel plates. The situation was tense and urgent, and the truck was moving as fast as the wind, and the dust was flying on the long dirt road, like a huge fuse was ignited. In a sharp bend, the car's steel plate due to inertia and misaligned slide, two people's heads, silently removed from the neck. The driver suddenly saw in the mirror in the corner of the car two stake-like person, the panic, stop the car to see when there is really no head. Turned back to the road back to the soft turn on the wet ground two bloodless heads rolled together, the face is still smiling and laughing.

"You anonymous!"

"There!"

"Why did you kill someone?"

"......"

"The motive and purpose of the killing?"

"......"

One hand was wet again. The floor of the interrogation room was covered with bricks, and a group of ants coming out of the cracks of the bricks were fighting fiercely for a piece of bun grain, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries. A light knock, so down, in fact, very simple. Close the door, the wick will be lit, the four walls of the dark wall but can reflect his dark shadow. The man's face may be painful, or laugh lines are still there, watching, he has to sit down to eat a cigarette roll in silence. The man can leave it alone, while the woman has to strip off her clothes. The whole body cool hard off, with their shoulders to carry the head of the deceased, and then try to use their hands to remove the two sleeves of the deceased, which often made him a head of sweat.

"Are you trying to kill people for money, or for rape and murder?" The interrogator asked straightforwardly.

And how to honestly confess? The case is always about a motive and purpose, and You Anon denied that he was trying to get money. "It is impossible for a rich man to come to my house." He thought that as long as he could come to the house, he had the desire to kill, such as the lice found on the body can not get killed? After killing the body search, although you can get 10 yuan 20 yuan, or even 10 cents or 10.05 cents. Because of rape and murder, naturally, only women, "kill not all women ah."

Unintentionally smelled another kind of fragrance, such as the burning of the house of the father and secretary after the Han River smelled the same. He tilted his head and saw that outside the window was a flower garden with many peonies and peonies. The flowers continue to live by the wind spreading the pollen, which puts the genitals on the head. The deflowering of a ditch so big deflowering. He did not know the purpose of his killings and could not finish honestly confess.

"Oil moon!" You anonymous suddenly muttered.

"Oil moon? What does oil moon mean?!"

He snapped awake, thinking of him and his mother in the stone cave, thinking of his father beating his mother, he had a small mind's eye. Can not go to the implication and pitted other more people. He hooked down his head hand was wet again.

The oil moon, became an important clue to the excitement and headache of the case officers, they began to soft hard, taking turns of interrogation. But the transcript is always "oil moon" three words. He was detained in a special cell, meals were brought in, urine and feces were brought out, and he could not be beaten. He could not be beaten, and he had to be given wine to drink.

One day, he said he wanted to go to the 18 stone roller thresher bridge. The case officer thought that this trip must be related to the oil moon. The prison van took him there. He stood in the upper reaches of the Chishui River and couldn't figure out how the stone roller threshers would wash into the mud and sand upstream after the bridge was broken. He washed his face and neck with water and rubbed off a lot of mud and dirt, holding it for himself to see and for the case officer to see. "You want to confess?" "Confess what?" "The oil moon!" He said, "I confess that I coaxed you to come here I want to see the bridge."

The Yoan had never had a dream, and certainly no nightmare to speak of. But one winter noon he slept on his bed and seemed to feel that he had a dream. He dreamed that there were many women who came to his bed to have intercourse with him, and then he became impotent and could not see the flowers, like a candle with tears. He fell into a deep sleep and dreamed again, but just now, they were all men, and they called him a wolf in a trance. He recalled that his mother was harvesting wheat in the field and fell down on the wheat bale when she was tired, and a wolf crawled close to his mother's body and gave birth to him in a bloody way. When he woke up, he was in a cold sweat, the house was silent and empty, and the noon sun was shining down through the tiles. He couldn't get up, he was dismembered, his legs were legs and hands were hands.

"Mother, mother!" He felt that Mother was still sleeping on the other side of the bed and sighed softly. "Mother, did you and the wolf give birth to me?"

Mother did not say a word. He made to think about the impotence just now, and felt the fruit wilted like a rope head, and thought that Mother knew everything about him. "Mother, is it this thing that makes me kill? I don't want him! I'll cut it!" He rustled around the bed, grabbed a razor knife, cut off the thing at the root of his leg, and flung it to the bed.

"Mother, I really cut it! Don't you believe it?"

He sat up and found that there was no mother at the other end of the bed. Mother had died long ago. The cut on the floor of the kang was actually still alive, bouncing around.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, since he had no more desire to kill, but he often felt the urge to kill again. From Beavis Gap to the county, from the county to Beavis Gap. Where I see a man and a woman, I always feel familiar. The people he once killed? I stood timidly to one side, waiting for people to crusade. "It's a ghost!"

He was finally afraid of ghosts.

He went to the monastery down the hill and asked to become a monk.

But the abbot would not accept him. Short and ugly, with a murderous face, illiterate in literature and ink, the abbot stood under the ancient cypress and pine at the mountain gate, and after some questioning he was whisked down the steps.

You anonymous began to burn incense table in the open space behind the house in front of the door, he had to draw a circle on the ground after each night, a circle of to a person's, drawing vaguely remember the model, on the silent burning paper. This strange phenomenon amazed the people of Beixia Gou. Surprised once, and then surprised once again, there are doubts. For half a year, there were rumors that people were missing. Someone reported the strange half of the man to the Public Security Bureau. Public Security Bureau called to him a forced questioning, he did not deny that he had killed people.

You anonymous people finally have a crime: hysterical murderer. The court sentenced him to death.

After the sentencing, he was asked what he had to say, and he stood up to the microphone and said, "I made a big mistake, and I want to make a contribution to the revolution in my lifetime. The serious meeting was very tumultuous, and someone gave a laugh.

"Do you know about the oil moon?" He looked at the laughing man and said.

It was a night, the night sky was clear outside the door of the sentencing room, and the half-moon had a silvery glow.

"The oil moon is the human oil bead flower."

"Human oil bead flower child?"

"Vegetable oil, flower seed oil, castor oil, soybean oil, lard, lamb oil, oil bead flower are round, human oil is half round."

The declarant did not understand the meaning of the dead prisoner's words and almost forgot to pursue the question.

"The one dumpling store at the mouth of the city was selling human dumplings. The owner of the store must also be sentenced to death. He caused people to go and eat them. You've probably all gone to eat them ......"

The sentencing room was dead silent for a long time, and suddenly there was an uproar, and the sentencer stood up with a white face to issue discipline: no one can spread half a whisper about this matter. The prisoner was asked to put his fingerprints on the sentencing book, and he felt sick in his stomach and almost vomited something out. You anonymous finally confessed everything, fingerprints are very serious. But the fingerprints are not round, half round, a red oil moon.