Second View(1)

Second view.

What do you see?

There's a knife on the table, a trail of blood on the floor, and a body on the couch.

And the murderer?

Standing off to the side, watching, wiping his fingers intently with a handkerchief!

What did you do?

Opened the gate, filled the car with gasoline, destroyed the surveillance and sent Ta away.

Why did you help Ta?

What goes around comes around. Ta represents the righteous side.

Why?

Ta is a warrior. If Ta doesn't do it, countless others will come forward to fulfill this mission.

Will you?

Of course I would!

It's murder. It's against the law.

Yes, but so what? The one who deserves to die can't just live in peace, right? He doesn't deserve to live.

Aren't you afraid of going to jail?

Let alone going to jail, or being killed in the most brutal way, no one would hesitate to trade their life for the death of an evil person.

Please cooperate with our investigation by describing what you saw at the time.

Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?

Who cares if it's true or not when it's all been investigated to this extent!

Listen, I'm the one who knows the most. Should I start from the beginning?

It's good to hear the murderer's motive.

Will you write it down?

Of course, I'll start now.

Can you write it down faster?

I'll do my best to write it down fast if you want.

Are you sure you want to know?

There's no doubt about it. I'm curious.

Curiosity often leads to disaster.

I'm quite sure. I'm willing to listen at any cost.

You're not afraid of trouble coming your way?

I have no family, my only friend died of a serious illness last year, I live in a flat dormitory, I have little savings, no consequences.

Okay, so I'll start now?

Please, I'm all ears.

Five years ago, I first met Mr.He was a talented lawyer, in his thirties, tall, handsome, eloquent, humorous and successful in his career.By chance, a mutual friend of ours helped introduce us to each other.At that time, I was living a very comfortable life. I had just come back from studying abroad, had a casual position in a company invested by my family, lived on the top floor of a high-class apartment, had a weekly housekeeper to clean the house, and had a few nice cars.It can be said that I was a simple young man who had no idea of the dangers of the world and society, plus I kept myself clean, never caused any trouble to my family and was the only son of my family, so I had a very straight path in life.

If life had been that good, I would still be living in a gorgeous house, driving a cool sports car, and enjoying a carefree life.My husband, who is ten years older than me, often invites me out for small gatherings, and after a few times, we become familiar with each other.He had a lot to talk about and was always able to give me some inspiration and encouragement.I invited him to my home for dinner, but also took the initiative to drive to his office to pick him up, his colleagues asked me half jokingly and half seriously told them that I was his brother, his colleagues also helped me to go in to find him.

That night we had a good chat, and then I talked about my ambitions in life.I was still young at that time, it is not strange to have ambitions, the result is that he laughed, smiled out a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and asked me a question that made me instantly unload my breath: "Will you leave behind your present work and life to realize your ideals?"I couldn't leave my present pleasant life and couldn't make up my mind to suffer to fight for it.He pulled me and poured me many more drinks, and suddenly he pulled my arm very close to me.I felt something wrong and jerked hard, not missing the flash of loss in his eyes, of course, but I was a poor drinker and my head was so dizzy and heavy that I just wanted to fall asleep.He sent me back to my room to sleep, a sleep that lasted until noon the next day, and my body ached all over, as did my head, and I was sweating, but I didn't care, and simply cleaned up and lamented that I couldn't drink so much in the future, and that it hurt to walk.

I took him home frequently, and for convenience I told the security guard registering at the bottom of the building that he was my brother, and that in the future there would be no need to register, and that he would be able to come in and out of my apartment quite naturally.I still worked at my home company, except that his problem that day made me no longer able to get my spirits up, and life did seem monotonous and uninteresting, nothing new at all.My coworkers knew that I was the son of a major shareholder, and were polite and even a little curt, hoping that I would put in a good word for them in front of Dad.My old friends were busy with their own affairs, some were taking over the family business, some were preparing to emigrate abroad, some were making business connections, and none of them had time for me anyway.I always ask him out, he is the only friend I can get out when I ask him out, we are as close as real brothers, I even joked that I want my dad to recognize him as his godson.