It was too late for Liu Ming to save the poem manuscript, and his years of hard work were reduced to ashes. He stared at a wall in a daze, then roared, rounded his fist and hit himself hard on the head. Finally, he left home in a daze.

At that moment, he had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Liu Ming set up a street stall in Yanjing to sell pirated books and his collection of poems. He was stiff all day and no longer peddled as usual. An old man who practiced calligraphy read his collection of poems and said: It's just that

These are romantic, rubbish, and devoid of thought.

Liu Ming felt that the old man's words were extraordinary and said: Please give me your advice!

The old man said: The most avant-garde literary concepts and the most avant-garde artistic ideas are just three words.

Liu Ming asked: Which three words?

The old man didn't say anything. He dipped his big pen in water and wrote an "f" on the ground, then a "t", and finally a "c".

Liu Ming was thoughtful, and for the next few days, he kept thinking hard about the old man's words.

The most avant-garde literary concept and the most avant-garde artistic thought are three words: ftc.

FTC may be the abbreviation of "imitating the Tang Dynasty" or "subject matter", but Liu Ming has never figured out what it means.

One day, Aru found Liu Ming. She pretended to be passing by and chatted for a while. Aru said: You help me hold the baby while I go to the toilet to relieve myself.

Aru never came back. Liu Ming later asked the owner of the ramen shop and learned that Aru had eloped with the store clerk.

That day, the cultural law enforcement officers confiscated the pirated books sold by Liu Ming. Liu Ming held Xiawa'er in his right hand and fought desperately with his left hand, but he couldn't get back a single book. This made Liu Ming worse, and the cost of selling pirated books was still

He borrowed it from Mark, but now he lost all his money, and he also had a child that he couldn't support.

Liu Ming was so disheartened that he thought of death.

As Mark told the police, Liu Ming committed suicide.

Before committing suicide, he sold all his belongings and told Mark about his future affairs.

In the basement where Liu Ming rented, the old man who collected scraps negotiated a price with him and loaded everything on a tricycle. Only a cardboard box in the corner was left, which contained a collection of Liu Ming's poems. The old man who collected scraps would knit it.

The bag was spread on the ground, he took out a steelyard and said: Two cents a pound.

Liu Ming's collection of poems, which he had devoted his whole life to writing, was sold by the pound for two cents per pound. He had mixed feelings, including despair, heartache, sadness, and sadness, all of which surged out of his heart.

In the end, he became more determined to die.

Before he died, Xi Wa'er sat on Liu Ming's bed, playing with a balloon. Liu Ming and Mark had this conversation:

Mark said: Brother, if you want to commit suicide, are you kidding?

Liu Ming said: I can't live anymore. You see, I sold all my poetry collections as scraps. I came to you because I am your only friend.

Mark said: It’s better to live than die, you have to think about it, brother.

Liu Ming said: You don't need to persuade me. I can't pay back the money I owe you. I've already written an agreement and given it to you.

Mark said: What agreement?

Liu Ming said: I voluntarily donate my body to dedicate myself to art. You can make me into amber. When I am alive, I am worse than a dog. After I die, I hope that countless people will pay homage to me.

Mark said: Okay, I don’t think you are joking. Die early and take care of your child. Don’t be a human being in the next life.

Liu Ming said: Yes, being a tree or a cloud is better than being a human being.

Mark said: What should I do with this child?

Liu Ming said: Xiwa'er's life is miserable. His father doesn't want him. His mother ran away with someone and left the child to me. I originally wanted to train him to be his successor and teach him to write poetry... You can help find a family.

, give your baby away, try not to send it to an orphanage.

Mark said: My brother and sister-in-law are barren and have always wanted to adopt a child. I can give them the baby.

Xiwa'er shouted: Dad.

Liu Ming said: Go to sleep, kid. Alas, you’d better stop writing poetry when you grow up.

Xiwa'er fell asleep after a while. Liu Ming looked for a lighter and wanted to smoke, but he took out a few stickers from his pocket. They were all poems written by him. He looked at them, sighed, and put the stickers away.

He opened it, slapped it a few times, and stuck it to his chest. Xiwa'er, who was sleeping on the bed, turned over and exposed his belly. Liu Ming casually put the last sticker on Xiwa'er's belly.

Liu Ming said: I have called you dad so many times, but I have left you nothing but a poem.

At that time, Liu Ming was wearing plastic gloves, which were given by the small restaurant so that diners could chew the sauce bones and eat the small shrimps, so the police did not find any fingerprints on the sticker.

Liu Ming pinched the cigarette box and found it was empty. He said, I have been quitting smoking for several years. Before I died, I couldn't smoke even if I wanted to.

Mark said: As you said, I have to fulfill your dying wish and buy it for you.

Liu Ming said: There is nothing for sale in the middle of the night.

Mark said: Where is your next door neighbor’s house?

Liu Ming said: She is an actress and does not smoke.

Mark said: I haven't met the actress yet.

Liu Ming said: Okay, I've eaten and drank enough. It's time for me to hit the road. You can go out for a while and help me collect the body in ten minutes.

Mark said: I can’t move you either.

Liu Ming said: I didn’t sell my bicycle, but I kept it for you. I also prepared a knife for you, which I sharpened.

Half an hour later, Mark returned to the basement and saw Liu Ming hanging on the iron frame bed with his own belt, while Xiwa'er was still sleeping. This shows that the entire process of hanging himself was silent, and Liu Ming tried his best not to make any noise.

Sound. His corpse was gruesome. His belt was tied to the guardrail of the upper bunk of the iron frame bed. His height was higher than the guardrail, that is to say, he may have curled up his legs and shrank his feet-maintaining this strange posture until

Hang.

Mark took a deep breath, calmed down, and began to dismember Liu Ming's head and limbs with a knife.

At this moment, his friend's body turned into money in his eyes, and he realized that the amber body could be sold for a good price.

Dismembering a corpse requires a good mental quality. Mark was very calm. He went next door to borrow a snakeskin bag, but found some foam paper in the aisle. Mark wrapped the body, loaded it on the bicycle, woke up Xiwa'er, and then

Then we returned to the dormitory of the closed resin handicraft factory. At that time, as the special case team speculated, Xiwa'er was not dead yet. He was sitting on a bicycle with a red balloon in his hand.

The workshop of the handicraft factory is covered in dust, but the equipment is still usable, and there are still resin raw materials in the warehouse that have been sealed by the court.

Xiwa'er sat on the floor of the workshop with Liu Ming's head in front of him. The little boy let go of the balloon, touched Liu Ming's hair with his hand, and called "Dad."

Liu Ming can no longer see this world.

Xiwa'er raised his head, with tears in his eyes, looking at Yang Ju's busy figure in the abandoned workshop. He used an electric stove to melt the resin, fix the mold, and put some additives on the lathe.

Xiwa'er stood up, staggered over, hugged Mark's leg, looked at Liu Ming's head, and called daddy.

Liu Ming said: He is dead.

Xiwa'er walked over and looked at Liu Ming. This ignorant child didn't know what life and death were, and he burst into tears.

Mark was worried that people would hear his crying, and that the cry of a child in an empty workshop might call the police. In addition, he didn't know how to deal with it, so he simply strangled the child to death and made it together.

I got the amber and plan to sell it in the future.

Although Mark denied everything, the special case team compared his finger marks and traces of nail polish, and the police from the same state went through great troubles to find Aru. Both witness and physical evidence exposed Mark's lies.

The truth about the Amber Child Corpse Case is revealed!

No one knows what Liu Ming was thinking when he hung himself on the iron frame bed with a belt and was on the verge of death.

He recalled that when he was a boy, he wrote poems on the snow during the heavy snow and the frozen world. The entire hillside was covered with pure white snow, and there were poems he wrote with wooden sticks on the entire hillside. In those past years,
Chapter completed!