Second view(4)

Once, I ate at his house back to his own home halfway, a van without license plates painted graffiti suddenly targeted straight at me, I was not prepared, was hit on the guardrail.And then woke up in the hospital, all over the body multiple fractures, internal organ damage, serious head injuries, leaving a deep scar on the inner thighs, recuperated almost eleven months of injuries, was lucky to survive in the health I did not skimp, eleven months spent four hundred thousand dollars.

Mr. said I had no one at home and convinced me to stay at his house, where he and his wife were already living in separate rooms, and he made a trip to my house to pack up his things.The collision left me with aftereffects, mobility problems, I have not had the opportunity to visit my parents, after the hospital only to learn that my parents accidentally took more than the dose of medication, the rescue failed to pass away.He helped me take care of my parents' affairs, advised me to get well, and gradually took over the property from me.My life was meaningless, and I could not wait to die in that car accident.

In the fifth year, the serial killer struck again, killing Mr.'s wife, and he inherited a fortune, which was not much compared to my share of the savings.

He thought he had a good hold on me and kept me at home.He told me the murderer was him, that he killed my parents, not only did he give them false papers but he gave them overdoses and cajoled them by pretending to be me, he orchestrated the tragedy at his girlfriend's house, he killed my neighbor brainwashed the janitor and guided others to cyber-violate me, and he drove his car into me just to make a happy person like me experience what it would be like to lose everything.

He was jealous of my life, jealous that I could have everything he could never hope for, just to bring me down and see what would happen to me.

He even took me to see the whole process of his crime, I could hear him talking and he explained it to me!I was chained to a chair, blindfolded and gagged, he said he was going to kill someone who talked too much today, said he was going to force him to choose between himself or an innocent, strange old man, and as he leapt off the rooftop in desperation, he took off my blindfold, the friend who had introduced us that day, the reason he was being watched was because he'd been helping me to investigate one thing after another.

His late wife, who was supposed to be his partner, saw the sex and money and forced a successful marriage, which turned out not to be a happy one, instead I had a very genuine relationship with a girlfriend who loved me.

I've met a lot of people who were victimized by him, who chose themselves to be hated by everyone afterward, but they couldn't help it, they had to do what they did.They were guilty and remorseful, but it wasn't what they wanted, and they were miserable.

That night, which happened to be the anniversary of my parents' death, we poured wine on each other, and he got drunk first and told me that he approached me with ill intentions, that he raped me and drugged the wine, and that the second wedding wine was also drugged.

I was outside the door blowing the wind, suddenly felt that this is a good opportunity, he bought the security guards around the perimeter, can not release me out, I use his computer to forge messages to the security guards, and found that he posted the whole process of the crime in a group chat called the work group, planning, stepping on the spot, the implementation of the crime, aftermath, detailed and clear, the people in the group also give him advice, I was the first time to copy the things on the computer.

Packing things, I heard Mr. screamed miserably, to the living room, a young man who looked about eighteen years old stood there, he saw me not the slightest panic, smiled at me, revealing white good-looking teeth."In advance, the person is not counted as my murder oh!It was her, she poisoned him first, and I was too slow to come over and give him a hard time.Do you know where he put those things?And that door outside, it doesn't open very well, remember to change it, it's all rusted."

I handed out the flash drive, "I copied it all off the computer, the car's running low on gas, isn't it?"He looked up at me, "You spying on me?""I heard you, Ferrari, you're so young to be able to drive a luxury car, and you don't know to cherish it."I didn't bother to say more and subconsciously lectured him.He scratched his head, "Sorry, I left the house in a hurry and forgot to fill up the gas."

I filled up his car with gas, opened the door, destroyed the surveillance, notified the security guard, and he was still rummaging around inside."Get out, there's nothing anywhere, just stuff you're not supposed to know about."I chortled, and he went out sharply, taking the book I'd left in the living room on his way out.It wasn't anything important, just some life stuff.I didn't leave, went back to bed and slept, and when I woke up the next day you guys came over and took me away.