The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2586: Xiao Xiao Down (7)

Chapter 2586: Xiao Xiao Down (Seventy)

It was another sunny afternoon. The dark clouds stayed on the horizon for the first time in a long time. A thin layer of mist blocked the scorching sun, making the sunlight softer and gentler. The year-round sea breeze also became gentler.

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

He walked down along the lakeside and saw his neighbor who loved lure fishing upstream of the stream. When Schiller gave him the invitation, he knew his name was Fit, he was 53 years old and a retired special engineer.

Schiller walked up to Fite and started chatting with him, opening with his housewarming party, and Fite was obviously very interested in this. He thought he could bring a big fish he had caught, and Schiller readily agreed.

Then they talked about the main topic of the day, which was fishing. According to Fit, there were abundant fish resources in this lake and stream, especially at the junction of the lake and the river. Luya fishing enthusiasts would never be disappointed.

Then he emphasized to Schiller that only lure fishing is allowed in this area of ​​water, and any type of real bait is not allowed. The implication is that if you are the kind of fisherman who relies on baiting to catch fish, you'd better get away from it as soon as possible.

Schiller introduced himself to Fite and said that he was busy with work before and had no time to go fishing. Recently, the school moved and he had some free time so he planned to develop a hobby.

Fite became more enthusiastic and began to introduce to Schiller his fishing spot, which was usually on a large uneven rock on the south side of the stream, which was the only way for migrating fish.

Then he said with some doubt: "I don't know what's going on recently. The fish haven't moved. I suspect that those bastards who use electric fishing have thrown bait into the lake again. If it's still like this, I'll have to find the community police officer."

"Oh, by the way, did you bring the lure?" Fate asked Schiller, looking back at him.

Schiller took out the bait he had made. Fate took it and looked at it. He showed a surprised expression and said, "You made it yourself? Professor, this is amazing."

He looked at the lure carefully, and then asked in confusion: "What are these hairs? Wild boar hair? Or hair from some long-haired animal?"

"It's the mane of a bull moose," Schiller said, pointing to his neck. "It's the hair under their chins. When they drink water, it always gets wet. The shape of the hair reminds me of a fish swimming in the water."

In the gentle sunlight, the lure appears in a semi-spindle shape, pointed at the top and thick at the bottom, with each brown-black hair standing upright, gleaming with a soft luster in the sunlight.

"Very creative." Fite handed the lure to Schiller and said, "Here are my good guys."

As he said this, he lowered his head, put up the fishing rod, walked to the black cloth bag next to him and started searching. Schiller just stood there.

Soon, Fate stood up, but what he took out was not a fishing bait, but a long hunting rifle, with the black muzzle pointing at Schiller.

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

"And how did you know that, sir?"

"Who are you working for? The FBI? These idiots have been chasing me for over thirty years and you still won't give up?"

"I'm nobody's man, sir. Have you heard about the recent mysterious body dumping?"

"You suspect I did it?"

"Oh, of course not." Schiller smiled and shook his head. "You wouldn't be so wasteful. You wouldn't leave any of them."

Fate's face darkened. Schiller twirled the bait in his hand and said, "Did you take a close look at the invitation I sent you?"

Fate stared at him in confusion, so Schiller had to be more straightforward: "In fact, I really like your article "Twelve Wonderful Uses of Human Surplus Value". This bait is made using the method you introduced. Isn't it good?"

Fate immediately showed a look of understanding, and he said, "Who are you? You are not the guy who wrote "Chemical Preparations Can Solve All Your Troubles"? "

Schiller just smiled at him.

Suddenly, Fate's expression changed. He stared at Schiller and said, "Professor? You are a professor???"

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

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

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

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

Fate looked at him grimly.

"Well, I'm here to introduce a business as well." Schiller turned his head to look at his own house, across the lake and the lawn. It was the only house standing alone on the skyline, looking a little dreamy in the hazy light.

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

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

"Of course I'm not afraid, but I don't recommend you put him in your recipes."

"why?"

"Of course it's because there's no need. Did you catch any fish yesterday?"

"Yeah, caught three nice big ones."

“Then you’ve tasted it.”

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

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

"What bet?"

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

"What?"

"Taste justice and the rule of law." Schiller looked up into Fate's eyes and said, "When justice melts in your mouth, you wonder what else they will say to your heart. You have thought about doing this before, but you were not sure, so you never put it into practice."

"You're crazy." Fate shook his head and said, "I never thought that the person who organized this club would be a cop."

"I said I wasn't."

"Then how did you know me...are you going to say you can read minds?"

"That's a lot more reliable than the fact that I'm a law enforcement officer. I'm actually a psychologist."

"So you can read minds?"

"No, I repeat I won't, but I can analyze the source of your problem. Maybe it was a childhood accident. People who shouldn't have died died, and people who shouldn't have lived lived. Justice and the rule of law brought you nothing. You have never received justice, so you want to swallow them into your stomach to see if it tastes different."

"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 could not resist the urge to eat from human instinct. From then on, you have been chasing that aroma, always looking, always looking..."

Fate slowly lowered the gun.

Soon the two of them sat side by side on the stone. Fate stroked the handle of his shotgun and said, "I haven't written anything for so long. I've been wanting to say all this, but I don't know how to express it, or maybe words are too pale for it."

"Who died? Your brothers and sisters?"

"My brother." Fate sighed and said, "He's my biological brother. Our biological parents died in a car accident, and a couple who made a living by adopting children and getting insurance money adopted us. The law was not perfect in that era, and such things happened a lot."

"They abused you?"

"Yes. Not only did I have to help them work on the farm, but it was also common for them not to give me food. I felt very hungry since I was a child. Whenever I got any food, I would eat it up as quickly as possible. My father would only mock me and say that I was a greedy hyena and dumber than a pig in a pigsty."

Fate thought about it and said, "My brother always protected me and helped me do the heavy and tiring work. He would stop them when he was beaten, and he was even pushed to the ground and knocked unconscious several times."

"I discovered from a young age that I was different from others. I didn't have any feelings for the lambs I had raised for a long time. I was indifferent when I saw them being slaughtered. I didn't even feel much pain when I was beaten. I just felt hungry all the time."

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

"They both tried their best to put out the fire, but in the end everything was engulfed 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 faces made all the police, firefighters and doctors scream."

Schiller suddenly laughed, and Fite also laughed. He shrugged and said, "They are conscious and asked the hospital to try their best to save them, but they don't have money for skin grafts. I can imagine what will happen to them later."

"And your brother..."

"He is free." Fate supported his head with his hands and said, "I saw him sleeping in the flames. Someone took his soul away and went to a peaceful place. I wish he could leave his body behind. It was the most tempting fragrance I have ever smelled, but unfortunately I found nothing when I went back."

"Has your parents' affair been exposed?"

"They killed the four previous adopted children, all by accidental fires. The fifth was my brother, but the police never found anything, and still haven't found anything, but that's not important anymore."

“You threw all the inedible parts into the lake,” Schiller said. “The water had a deeper meaning to you.”

"The flesh boils in the flames, and the bones should be consumed in the water. This is a balance that will allow their souls to rest in peace."

"You sound like a priest."

"I am doing the work that the priest failed to do." A light appeared on Fate's face. "All the turmoil in this world comes from this. People don't know how to balance heat and cold. They let their desires burn everything and treat others like ice."

“Are you tempted by the scent, or do you just want them to experience what they did in their lifetime?” Schiller asked.

"There is no conflict. It is my instinct that is tempted by the aroma, but it is my reason that wants them to suffer the consequences."

"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 want to do?" Fate said, "Even if our houses are close to each other, you came all the way here. You don't just want to show me that you can read my mind, right?"

Schiller didn't want to refute it anymore. He just said, "I told you, let me introduce you to a business."

"I have no interest in doing extra work."

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