Chapter 105:

It's too late to record the show. Ordinary children have already fallen asleep, but Van Galo also took Xu Yiyang through this bustling city, blowing the cool breeze of summer night.
Xu Yiyang is very happy, in fact he has never been so happy, and he is happier every day. He wished to accompany his big brother forever on this neon road, see the scenery on both sides, and appreciate everything in the world. But no, he stared at the time on the dashboard and spit out two words firmly: "Oh, ah!"
"Ah, quacking is still hungry! Let's go home." Fangalore changed the driveway and entered the highway.
After returning to the community, Fangallo was waiting in the car, and Xu Yiyang got into the back hill to catch little bugs. Don't get me wrong, Van Gaal did not mean to hire child labor, but he has a special physique. Wherever he goes, the creatures will be uneasy and retreat, so it is difficult for him to catch living creatures. He was surrounded by his magnetic field day and night, so there was no too fierce reaction, otherwise he would have jumped out of the tank and escaped.
Half an hour later, Xu Yiyang walked out of the dark Houshan with his head full of grass scraps, shaking a small bottle full of mosquitoes in his high hand, and his eyes were staring at his elder brother.
"So much? It's amazing!" Fangallo took the bottle and gave a thumbs up.
Xu Yiyang, who was expecting, grinned and smiled extremely brightly.
Holding hands one by one, and slowly climbing up the stairs.
The two houses were moved away within a short period of time. The building seemed a lot quieter, but the atrocities hidden inside continued. The woman on the fourth floor is still being scolded by the whole family today. She cries in despair and exchanges for more violent treatment, and then the voice is weakened. The seventh floor is particularly quiet today, as if there is no one at home; the fourteenth floor and tenth The seventh floor was naturally empty and silent like death; on the eighteenth floor, a woman with shaggy hair and a thin body was standing at the door anxiously, reaching out several times to knock on the door, but retracted timidly.
When she made up her mind to leave, two figures suddenly appeared in the stairwell, silently, frightening her.
"Oh!" She clung to the root of the wall and whispered shortly, but then exhaled slowly when the voice-activated light was on: "Mr. Fan, you are the original one!" Her lifeless face and bruised body were completely exposed Under the light, the eyes of Fangallo and Xu Yiyang were also attracted by the scars.
She seemed to be very ashamed, so she tied a knot in her chest to try to hide these indecent marks. She was only in her twenties, but her temples were prematurely white, and the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes were carved day and night by the suffering, showing the cruel outline of years.
She blushed and whispered: "Hello Mr. Fan, I am a tenant on the seventh floor. My surname is Lu. My name is Lu Dan. I recently watched your show. I know you are a psychic, so I think," she The back of the spine is getting more and more quagmire, as if he can't bear the weight of life. He took a few deep breaths before speaking dryly: "I want to ask you, will my life change? Can you help me predict my future? ?"
Fangallo pierced her true thoughts: "Do you want to ask, can you leave your husband alive?"
The woman suddenly raised her head with a terrified expression, and then looked at the child subconsciously, fearing that such a cruel topic would cause the child to be adversely affected. This shows how kind-hearted she is, almost always thinking about the feelings of others. But it is these women who are most vulnerable to domestic violence, because their kindness, thoughtfulness, and weakness are the breeding grounds for nourishing sin.
Fangallo turned a blind eye to her panic and fear, and said bluntly: "I can tell you that if you don't leave him, tragedy will be inevitable."
The woman did n’t seem to be surprised by the answer, and she shook her head while crying:
But I ca n’t leave him, he will kill my family, and he said it. I, what should I do, Mr. Fan, please Please help me, please tell me what to do! "She looked at the handsome young man with a pleading look. If the children were not there, she would wish to kneel and give him a few heads. She also imagined that the frog was cut away from the dark prison and regained her freedom and light.
People who have never suffered endless suffering will never be able to experience this mood. God knows how she burst into tears when she saw the frog released by Mr. Fan, and how to get rid of the shackles of fear, ran to the eighteenth floor desperately for help. She has no way of life, she really has no way of life.
Fangallo shook his head and whispered: "The only person who can save you is you. You have to divorce him, and then never leave. You can't look back. This is the only way I can show you, but can you do it? Do you have that? Courage? "
The woman just shed tears and did not speak. Obviously, she couldn't do it. She didn't have the courage. During the day-to-day battering, her spine bones had been broken and completely broken. The idea of ​​rebellion was not even dare to rise.
"Divorce, go away, these things have to be done by yourself. No matter how much others help, it's a futile attempt. Go back." Van Gaal sighed softly, then pushed open the door and took the child's hand into the extremely cold space.
The woman was shuddered by the sudden cold air coming out of the room, and when she recovered, the other party had closed the door and isolated her spy. She stood silently for a long time, and stumbled away until her tears were drained. She knew that there was only endless suffering for herself, where would there be such a thing as redemption? Everything in the show must be fake, just as those on the Internet said, it is a beautiful lie made by the screenwriter.
After entering the house, Fangallo and Xu Yiyang both came to the balcony lit by a dimly lit lamp and stared silently at the frog in the fish tank.
"Who feeds today?" He stooped and fiddled with the top of the fish tank.
Xu Yiyang held out his fist and shook it up and down.
"Okay, guess a punch." Fangallo readily agreed. However, he is a psychic, and no one can beat the psychic in guessing a fist, so Xu Yiyang lost three times in a row, and could only watch as he slapped three mosquitoes into the fish tank with a small mouth curled up to hang an oil bottle.
Guessing the fourth time, Fangallo hooked the corner of his lips and deliberately hit the child's fist with scissors, so the child smiled with his mouth covered and threw a bug into the fish tank. They play such childish games every day, but they never feel bored. This cold and lonely home gradually becomes lively and full of vitality in life.
Van Gaal lost three in a row, and then filled the two large and small bathtubs with water, urging the child to go to bed. Before going to sleep, he will inject a little dirty air into the fish tank, a little bit every day, and slowly test the endurance of the frog. He will protect it, but he will also let it grow until it is without him, it can also face this cruel world alone.

When he didn't have a job, Fangalo's life was really leisurely. He sent Xu Yiyang to school in the morning, picked him up at night, took a ride on the road, came back to raise frogs, finished studying together, doing homework, and then fell asleep. But tonight, his house door was knocked again, and as soon as he opened it, the woman named Lu Dan fell to the entrance, crying and begging: "Mr. Fan, please help me, I He's about to be killed! I really have no way out! "
The corner of her eye was cracked by her fist, and the blood slid down her cheek into her neck, dyeing most of her shoulders; her exposed skin was covered with bruises, which were all pumped by the belt; there were several rounds on the back of her hand. The ulcerated wound was burned by cigarette butts; there was a circle of blood marks on the wrist, which was tied with a rope. She suffers from this kind of inhuman torture every day, and the atrocities are constantly escalating, I don't know when it will be.
Lu Dan was crying desperately: "Mr. Fan, don't underestimate me, I also want to resist, but I don't know how to resist, I can't beat him at all. He will kill my father, mother and younger brother, people like him Really everything can be done. Mr. Fan, you can do it without me. If you have n’t heard my shouting for three days in a row, could you please call me to the police? I must have been killed by him, I It may not last long ... "
Only those who have no way to go will say this, but she is too weak and too kind. She did n’t dare to watch chickens when she was a child in Dalian. How could she deal with her husband ’s brutal man? Although it may seem ironic to say it, sometimes goodness can also become a mistake.
Van Gogh looked at the woman who knelt at her feet and was about to faint, and finally sighed long, "Do you trust me?" His expression was serious.
"I trust, except you, I don't know who I can ask for help." Lu Dan nodded weakly.
"Then you don't have to ask anything, let your husband eat it. When you think it's okay, give it back to me." Fangalo put a sesame seed into the woman's palm .
Lu Dan's eyes were blurred by tears, and he couldn't see clearly what the gray sesame seeds were, but he clenched involuntarily. He asked in a panic: "What have I already eaten, how can I give you back? Is it poison? Will it die? "
"At a certain moment, your brain will tell you—enough is enough. Hearing such a voice, it will naturally return to your palm, and you can return it to me. It is not a poison, it is just The manifestation of desire, when you see your husband and your own desires, you will understand what to do. "
Lu Dan could not understand these words, but nodded blankly. As she clenched the sesame seeds and was about to leave, she suddenly asked, "Mr. Fan, are you afraid that I will not return it to you?"
Fangallo smiled indifferently: "I'm not afraid, no matter where you go, I can always find it. What's more, are you sure that you dare to keep it after seeing the essence of desire?"
Lu Dan did not know why, but still stood at the door and bowed deeply, and then stumbled away. She knew that her husband would drive out to find a friend to drink after venting his anger, and go home in the middle of the night, or eat something to fall asleep, or dig her up, and torture her again through the catalysis of alcohol. pause.
When he is happy, he will beat her; when he is unhappy, he will beat her; when he is awake; when he is not awake, he fights harder, as if she exists only to take care of his daily life and let him vent all kinds of animal desires. He never treated her like a flesh and blood. Perhaps in his heart, she was just a damaged item that could be replaced at any time.
He would even send a warm circle of friends after breaking her leg bones, and said in a good husband's tone: "Your wife broke her leg when she was doing sports yesterday. Why are you so careless? The doctor said that his wife was short of calcium, and her bones were a bit loose. 】
His friends praised this message, but they didn't know how when she lay on the hospital bed and saw a large box of calcium tablets he bought, how the inner fear swallowed her soul.
If you make up the body, you can play even harder-she seems to be able to hear the most real and ruthless voice in his heart.
The more she remembered the bitterness after marriage, the stronger the resentment in Lu Dan's heart, she mixed the sesame seeds into the laver rice rolls, sprinkled with real white sesame seeds, drizzled with delicious sauce, and placed it in the refrigerator. She sat in the dark and waited, at more than three o'clock in the morning, her husband finally came back, drunk halfway, but the consciousness was sober enough, and shouted to eat supper.
Lu Dan shook his hand and passed the seaweed rice roll, he ate a bite, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Lu Dan put his ear on the bathroom door, paying close attention to the movement inside. She thought it was a poison, and she would die if she ate it, but the man did not die, but instead started yelling and venting her anger. Like every day in the past, he shouted irritably: "Lu Dan, Lu Dan, where did you die? The shower gel is gone, don't you know how to change? Lu Dan, Lu Dan, you come in!"
Lu Dan didn't dare to go in, he ran out by himself, grabbed his wife's hair without wearing any clothes, and punched her belly and head with her fists, hitting her most vulnerable places. The familiar pain struck and shattered Lu Dan's hope of rising. Is it useless? Is that thing useless?
She realized that she might have been cheated, but at this moment, the mutation happened suddenly: her husband had grown another pair of hands, drilled from his armpit, green skin, skinny skeleton, blood vessels and The muscles are extremely developed, just like a pair of devil's hands. They began to beat her, punching one punch after another, and the huge force could almost smash her bones.
She almost fainted with pain, but somehow recalled clearly what Mr. Fan said-it is not a poison, it is just the manifestation of desire.
What is the manifestation of desire? She barely raised her head and looked at her husband, who had become a monster, through a layer of blood mist, and suddenly remembered that the other party had said countless times during the rage: "I do n’t hate how long my hands are. Mother-in-law killed! "
So the desire of the husband is violence, and one pair of hands is not enough, do you want more pairs? What is Mr. Fan preparing to feed this kind of thing to this devil? Let him kill me alive? Lu Dan thought of it in severe pain, then smiled in despair.
Is this what Mr. Fan called the help? Give her a dead end and cut off all her pain directly? It turns out that no one in this world can be trusted? Fortunately, it ’s a hundred if you die, and you wo n’t have to endure endless pain anymore! It ’s okay to be cheated or beaten, but it ’s all over anyway!
Thinking this way, Lu Dan even put down the hands protecting his head, and closed his eyes silently to bear the rain-like beating. She gave up her last struggle and last hope, and she was completely disappointed in human nature.
When the man was tired, he found that he had grown a pair of strange hands, so he made a horrified cry, then patted his head, and said to himself: "I must be drunk, hallucination, everything is hallucination! Where would someone grow four hands! I have to go to bed, and I will return to normal when I wake up. "
He staggered into the bedroom and slept soundly. The gray hands pulled a few times beside him, tearing apart the sheets and quilt, and slowly stopped moving. Lu Dan was lying on the floor with blood stained, his breath was weak, and his consciousness was faint, but he didn't die after all. Today is another day struggling on the brink of despair.
At six o'clock in the morning, a powerful biological clock woke up the semi-comat Lu Dan. She knew she should prepare breakfast, otherwise she would have to be beaten up a second later. Thinking of the strange hands, she began to tremble, and then fell into deep regret. If she knew that the sesame seeds were such a weird thing, she would never swallow her husband. She thought Mr. Fan was a good person, but did not expect ...
But soon, she was endlessly guilty of good nature: because I was thinking of poisoning her husband, was she retaliated? People really can't do bad things!
When she struggled to get up, her husband screamed in horror in the bedroom. After a while, he rushed out like a headless fly wandering around the house, borrowing cabinet doors, full-length mirrors, sliding doors, windows, etc. Check your body with various reflective surfaces.
"What is this? What the is this?" He grabbed his hair and looked like he was about to collapse. The gray hands waved beside him, ripping all the things that he could reach.
It was at this time that the man's cell phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID, he immediately depressed his heart and panicked, trying to speak in a calm tone. He kept nodding and said he must be able to sign the order worth hundreds of millions of dollars, but looked down at the strange hand after he dropped the phone.
He had to wear expensive and fit suits to go to work; he had hundreds of millions of bills to talk about; he was about to get a promotion and a salary increase, and he could not make any mistakes, otherwise he would lose his job, cut off his supply, and fall from the wealthy middle class to the bottom of society ! So he must let himself go out like a normal person today! It was indeed very happy when these hands beat people, but in the daytime it became his nightmare!
He was rushing around the house, pulling his hair, and the whole person was about to explode anxiously. When he stepped into the kitchen ninety-nine times and looked at the shimmering knives, he finally made a certain determination: "Lu Dan, come here and help me cut off these hands!"
Lu Dan, who was lying on the ground breathing silently, thought he had heard.