Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

Dad woke up at four in the morning, the house was quiet, Mom was lying beside him, snoring softly, Lindsey went to the gifted camp, and Buckley was the only child left in the house.The younger brother covered his head with a blanket and slept like a rock. Dad looked at Buckley in his deep sleep and wondered how someone could sleep so well.In fact, I am similar to Buckley. When I was still alive, Linxi and I often joked about Buckley. We clapped our hands, dropped books on the floor on purpose, and even knocked on the lid of the pot, just to see if Buckley would wake up. come over. Before leaving home, Dad went into the room to check on Buckley. He just wanted to make sure that his little son was okay, and to feel the warm breath against the palm of his hand.He put on thin-soled joggers and light tracksuit, then helped Halla put his collar on.

It was early in the day, and he could almost see the air he exhaled.In the early hours of the morning he could pretend it was still winter and tell himself that the seasons hadn't changed. He could also walk the dog past Mr. Harvey's in the morning.He slowed down a little so that nobody but me would notice him, and Mr. Harvey wouldn't be suspicious if he woke up.Dad believed that if he looked hard enough and long enough, he would find the clues he needed between the window sashes, on the green-painted surface of the house, or by the side of the driveway lined with two large white stones.

The summer of 1974 was drawing to a close, and my case was still deadlocked.The police couldn't find the body, couldn't catch the murderer, and the case went almost nowhere. Dad thought of Luana.Singer once said: When I am sure, I will kill him quietly and quietly.He didn't tell his mother, because mother would probably panic when she heard it, and when she was panicked, she would tell others about it, and father guessed that she would probably tell Ryan.Fenemont. From the day he visited Luanna and came home to find Ryan waiting for him, he felt that his mother was becoming more and more dependent on the police.Dad didn't think the police could come up with any theories, but whenever Dad criticized the police, Mom always caught Dad's loopholes right away and put him off by telling Ryan that it didn't mean anything and that I believed the police would find out.

Dad thought to himself why do people trust the police so much?Why not trust your intuition?He knew the murderer must be Mr. Harvey.But he thought that Luanna said to wait until it was confirmed, which meant that he had to wait until the evidence was conclusive before he could act. What's more, although Dad knew who the murderer was from the bottom of his heart, from a legal point of view, the so-called knowledge was not beyond doubt. ironclad evidence. I was born and raised in the same house as Mr. Harvey's, a boxy, big box, and because of that, every time I visit someone's house, I always get a sense of meaninglessness. jealous.I dreamed of a house with big windows, a high cupola, an open balcony, and a sloping ceiling in the bedroom.I like the big tall trees in the yard, the little storage room under the stairs, the tall, lush hedge outside, and the little holes in the hedge where you can climb in and sit.In my paradise, I have balconies and spiral staircases, iron railings outside the windows, and crisp bells ring out from the clock tower every hour.

I am familiar with the floor plan of Mr. Harvey's house.My blood stained his clothes and skin, and my spirit followed him into the house, leaving my warm bloodstains on the floor of his garage, which later turned black and dried.I am also familiar with bathroom furnishings. In my bathroom, my mother painted battleships on the pink walls to welcome Buckley who was late; Mr. Harvey's bathroom and kitchen were spotless, with yellow paint on the walls. tiles, with green tiles on the floor, and Mr. Harvey likes to keep the temperature down very low.Upstairs in my house is Buckley, Lindsay and I's room, upstairs in Mr. Harvey's house is almost nothing, he has a straight chair on the second floor, sometimes he goes upstairs and sits on the chair, the next door Watch the high school in the distance through the window and listen to the band practice wafting from the other side of the cornfield.He was most often in the back room on the first floor, either in the kitchen for a doll's house or in the living room listening to the radio.When lust arose, he drew sketches of caverns, or tents, or other monstrous structures.

For several months, no one came to bother me about my affairs.By that summer, he only occasionally saw a police car parked in front of his house.He was smart enough not to change his normal routine, and he pretended to be okay when he walked to the garage during the day or picked up letters from the mailbox outside. He set several alarm clocks, one told him when to draw the curtains, and the other told him when to close the curtains, and he also turned on or off the lights at home according to the instructions of the alarm clock.Occasionally, a child came to sell chocolate bars or asked him if he wanted to subscribe to the newspaper. He always replied politely, although his attitude was kind, his tone was business-like, and no one would be suspicious.

He arranges everything carefully so that he feels at ease.These small items include a wedding ring, a letter in an envelope, a shoe heel, a pair of glasses, a cartoon character eraser, a small bottle of perfume, a plastic bracelet, my Penn stone, and His mother's amber pendant.He didn't take out these things until the dead of night, when he was sure that no delivery boy or neighbor would knock on the door.He counts everything like a rosary. He has forgotten who it belongs to. I know the name of each owner.The heel belonged to a girl named Claire from New Jersey, who was smaller than me, and Mr. Harvey tricked her into the back of the van. (I don't think I'd follow anyone into the backseat of the car. I just wanted to know how Mr. Harvey dug a burrow in the ground that wouldn't collapse. It was out of curiosity that I followed him.) He didn't Bully Claire, only to rip off the heel of her shoe before letting her go.He tricked her into the backseat of the car, took off her shoes, she cried so loudly that he had a splitting headache, and he told her not to cry, he said if she didn't cry, he would let her go.He took off her shoes, and the little girl stepped out of the car barefoot, silent at first, but then began to howl again, he grabbed her back, and at the same time took a knife to loosen the heel of the shoe, after a while, someone forcefully He slammed on the rear door, he heard men talking, a woman yelled to call the police, and he had to open the door.

What the hell did you do to this kid?The man questioned loudly, and the little girl burst out of the back seat while crying, and the man's friend hurriedly helped her up. I'm helping her fix shoes. The little girl was crying hysterically, but Mr. Harvey looked calm.But Claire has seen his strange eyes, and I have seen the same eyes moving up and down my body.He has an unspeakable desire, and the price for satisfying his desire is our lives. Claire and I could see men and women standing around the car in bewilderment, but they couldn't see what was going on.Mr Harvey handed the shoes to one of the men and hurried away.He left a heel of a shoe, and he would often pick up the heel of this small leather shoe and slowly rub it with his index finger and thumb. This is his favorite rosary for calming the nerves.

I knew which part of the house was the darkest, and I told Clarissa I had been there all day, when I had only been there for about forty-five minutes.There is a passage about two feet between the roof of the basement and the floor of the first floor. There are many pipes and wires in it. With a flashlight, I can see that it is full of dust. This is the darkest place in the house.There is only dust and no mosquitoes here, but my mother is like grandma. Once she saw a small ant, she immediately called the insect repellent company the next day. The alarm clock at Mr. Harvey's house rang to remind him to close the curtains, and the next alarm clock reminded him that the neighbors were asleep and he should also turn off the lights in the house.After turning off the lights, he went to the airtight basement. The basement was completely impervious to light, and there were no gaps. The neighbors couldn't see anything unusual, and they couldn't point out that he was weird.He used to like to crawl into the narrow passage between the basement and the first floor floor. After killing me, he has no interest in the passage, but he still likes to stay in the basement, sitting in a comfortable chair, staring at the narrow passage leading to the kitchen floor. Passage, fell asleep just looking at it.At four forty in the morning, Dad passed by the green cottage of Harvey's house, where Mr. Harvey was sleeping in the basement.

Joe.Iris was an ugly little bully who used to strangle Lindsay and me underwater and we hated him so much.We don't even go to swimming class parties because of him.Joe has a puppy. Whether the puppy is willing or not, Joe runs around with the dog all day long. The puppy is small and can't run fast, but Joe doesn't care at all. Get up, it's sad to watch.One day the puppy suddenly disappeared, and the kitten who was often tortured by Joe also disappeared. Since then, there have been frequent reports of pets missing around the house. I followed Mr. Harvey up the ceiling passage and suddenly found the remains of animals that had been missing for a year.Joe was sent to the military school. After that, everyone let the cats and dogs out in the morning, and they all came home safely in the evening. Therefore, the neighbors thought that the disappearance of the small animals must have something to do with the boy in the Iris family. No one knew about this green house. The owner of the house is the real culprit, and everyone can't imagine that Mr. Harvey is so perverted. He sprinkled lime on the corpses of cats and dogs, so that the corpses can be turned into bones as soon as possible.He counted the bones and forced himself not to look at the letter in the envelope, the wedding ring, or the bottle of perfume. Only in this way could he curb the abnormal desire in his heart.In fact, he most wanted to go upstairs in the dark, sit on the straight chair, and monitor the high school in the distance.The cheers of the cheerleaders resounded through the sky. He liked to listen to the cheers and imagine the tender body of the cheerleader. He also liked to watch the school bus stop at the street corner, and the neighbor's elementary school students jumped off the bus.Only by counting the bones can he resist these urges.He also peeped at Lindsay for a long time. He knew that Lindsay was the only girl in the men's rugby team. Lindsay often jogged near the house in the evening, and Mr. Harvey hid at home and watched her for a long time.

What is most incomprehensible to me is that every time he has an impulse, he tries to control himself.He killed small animals in order to sacrifice some relatively worthless lives, so as to prevent himself from harming children. In August, Ryan decided to keep his distance for his own sake and that of my father.Dad has called the police station too often these days, and the district police find it very disturbing.Dad's actions not only failed to help the police solve the case, but made the entire police station resent him. The first week of July, Dad called the police again, which really pissed off the police.Everyone at the Bureau has heard of Jack.Shamon told the switchboard lady that when he passed Mr. Harvey's house for a walk this morning, the dog barked loudly. Mr. Shamon explained the whole process to the switchboard lady carefully. Keep roaring.Everyone at the Bureau laughed at the incident, and everyone said Mr. Salmon and his big stupid dog were out again. Ryan stood on the steps of my house finishing his cigarette, and although it was still early in the day, the humidity of the day before had begun to take its toll.This area often has heavy thunderstorms in summer. This week, the weather report has said that it will rain every day, but so far it has only been very muggy. Ryan can obviously feel the humidity, and his whole body is sticky with heat.His visit this time was not as innocent as it used to be. He heard a girl singing softly in the house, and he dropped his cigarette on the concrete by the hedge, stamped it out, and pulled the heavy brass knocker on the door, which opened before he could knock. I smell your cigarettes.Lindsay said. are you singing That thing will kill you. Is your dad home? Lindsey stood aside to let him in. dad!Lindsay yelled into the house: Ryan is looking for you! You weren't home a while ago, weren't you?Ryan asked. I just got back. My sister was wearing Samuel's softball shirt and a pair of oddly shaped track pants, and my mother had been nagging that Lindsey had come home from camp with nothing of her own on her body. I believe your parents must miss you very much. Don't be too sure, Lindsay said: I'm not bothering them at home, they're probably happy. Ryan thought she was right, at least Mom seemed less nervous when he came over these days. Lindsay: Buckley built a town under his bed and he made you its chief of police. I have been upgraded. They simultaneously heard Dad walking upstairs, and then Buckley pleading.Lindsay could tell that as long as Buck used this voice to speak, no matter what he asked, Dad would probably agree. Dad and Buckley came down the stairs, both smiling. ryan.Dad said hello and came forward to shake hands. Morning, Jack.Ryan said: Barkley, how are you doing this morning? Dad took Buckley by the hand and pushed him in front of Ryan, who squatted solemnly in front of my brother. I heard you named me Chief of Police. Yes, Uncle Ryan. I don't think I'm qualified to be the director. You are more qualified than anyone else.Dad said happily.He likes Ryan.Fenemon came to sit at home, and every time Ryan came home, Dad always felt that everyone had reached a consensus. During the entire arrest operation, there was a group of people behind him to help him, and he didn't have to fight alone. Children, I have something to talk to your father about. Lindsay took Buckley into the kitchen. She promised to help him get some cereal, and she wanted a drink called jellyfish.Samuel had shown her how he put rum cherries in the bottom of the glass, then added gin and sugar, and they sucked the juice and gin from the cherries and stained their lips with the juice of the cherries I got red and my head started to feel dizzy. Want to call Abigail over here?Would you like a cup of coffee or something else? Jack, Ryan said: I don't have much news from my visit, in fact, I don't have any news.Can we sit down and talk?I watched Baba and Ryan walk to the living room. The living room was deserted, as if no one had been there. Ryan sat on the edge of a chair and waited for Daddy to sit down. Jack, he said: I came today to talk about George.Harvey. Dad's face brightened: I thought you said you didn't have any news. I really don't have any news.From the standpoint of the police and myself, there is something I must tell you. Please say. Please don't call again and tell us anything about George.Harvey thing. but I must ask you to stop here, no matter what you say, we still can't connect him with Suzie's death.The dogs barking in front of his house, and the bridal tent in his backyard are not evidence. I know the murderer is him.Dad said. I agree he's a weirdo, but as far as we know he's not a murderer. How do you know he's not a murderer? Ryan.Fenemont continued talking, but Papa's thoughts were only on Luana.What Singer had said, and what it was like to be standing at Harvey's doorstep.He felt a chill emanating from the room, which, of course, must have emanated from George.Harvey.This man was sneaky and prime suspect in my murder, and the more Ryan talked about it, the more Dad believed he was right. You decided to stop investigating him.Dad said flatly. Lindsay stood quietly by the door, just as she had stood by the door that day when Ryan and another policeman came with caps with bells in their hands.Lindsey had the exact same hat, and from that day on she tucked hers away quietly in the box of old dolls in the back of the closet, and she would never let her mother hear the same bell again. Standing in the living room is our father, we all know that he only has us in his heart, he puts us in his heart, and loves us so much that he can't bear it.His heart was beating as fast as a piano key, and it seemed very quiet at first glance. With the touch of an invisible hand, the atrium kept opening and closing, sending out warm and regular pulses.Lindsey walked from the door to Dad. Hi Lindsey, we meet again.Ryan said. Detective Fenermont.Lindsay spoke. i just told you dad You tell Dad the police are about to give up. If there is any good reason to suspect that the person Are you finished?asked Lindsay, suddenly taking on the role of wife and also the most responsible eldest daughter. I just want to tell you that the police have investigated every possible lead. Dad and Lindsey heard Mom coming down the stairs, and I saw her too.Buckley rushed out of the kitchen and hugged Dad's leg. Ryan, mom saw Ryan.Fenemont, reach out and pull your nightgown tighter. Did Jack pour you a cup of coffee? Dad looked at his wife and Ryan.Fenemont. The police quit.Lindsay put her hands on Buckley's shoulders as she spoke, and gently pulled him toward her. Give up?asked Barkley, who always draws out the end, like fruit candy, and doesn't stop until it's flat. What? Inspector Fenemont came to the house and told Papa to leave them alone. Lindsay, Ryan said: I didn't say that. Say what you want.Lindsay said that my sister just wants to get out of here now. She really hopes that the gifted camp will never end. She, Samuel, and even Artie can stay in the camp forever.When Artie wins a how-to-perfect murder contest using an icicle as a murder weapon, Lindsay wishes everything was as simple as it was in the camp. Let's go, Dad.she says.Papa slowly pieced together things that had nothing to do with George.Harvey has nothing to do with me, he saw something strange in his mother's eyes. Recently, Dad often stayed late in the study alone more and more. Late that night, he stayed alone in the study and felt that he was about to collapse.My death has dealt him a great blow, and the development since then has been beyond his imagination. I feel like I am standing in the crater of a volcano that is about to erupt, he wrote in his notebook, Ryan.Fenemont says Harvey is not suspect, and Abigail thinks he's right. While he was writing in his notebook, the candle in the window kept flickering, and even though there was a lamp on the table, the flickering candle still distracted him.He sat on an old wooden chair left over from his college days. The chair creaked, and the familiar sound made him feel a little relieved.In the company, he couldn't even do the most important thing well. During the day, he looked at the columns of numbers, knowing that he had to make a form, but he felt that these numbers were meaningless, and he often made mistakes at work. The frequency was so high that even himself are afraid.To make matters worse, he is afraid that he will not be able to take care of the two children around him. He has this kind of worry about the one I just disappeared, and it has become more worrying recently. He stood up, stretched, and tried some of the exercises the doctor had taught him.I watched him stretch, and he was so soft, I'd never seen him do those poses.He can be a dancer without being an accountant; he can be on Broadway with Luanna.Singer dances together. He suddenly turned off the desk lamp, leaving only the candlelight in the window. He sat in the low green easy chair that had become his favorite corner.I often see him sleeping here, the study is like a secret room, the easy chair is like a warm womb, and I stand quietly by the side and wait.He stared at the candle and thought he didn't know what to do.Every time he tried to make out with Mom, she ducked and moved quietly to the other side of the bed, but she seemed to come back to life when the detectives came to visit. The candlelight was projected on the window, flickering like a ghost. He had long been used to the ghostly candlelight. The real firelight overlapped with the ghostly shadows. He stared at the two beams of light and shadow, thinking about all the things that happened today, and gradually fell asleep. We were about to fall asleep when both he and I saw a light flashing outside the window. The light seemed to come from afar, and the white light slowly moved across the lawns of nearby homes, heading in the direction of the school.Dad saw the light, it was past twelve o'clock, and the moon was not full that day, and it was as dark as usual around the house, and the trees and houses looked hazy under the dim moonlight.Sometimes Mr. Steady came out to ride his bicycle late at night, and he could see the twinkling lights from a distance, but Mr. Steady would not ride his bicycle to ruin the neighbor's lawn, let alone he would not come out to ride so late. Baba leaned forward a little in the easy chair, watching the lights from the study gradually move over the fallow cornfield. Bastard, he whispered: you murderous bastard. He grabbed a hunting jacket from the study closet, which he hadn't worn since his unsuccessful hunt a decade earlier.At this moment, he hurriedly put on his jacket and went to the locker by the gate to find a baseball bat he had bought for Lindsay before she got into football. Since I disappeared, my parents have left a light for me at the entrance.Even though the police had told them eight months ago that I would not be coming back, my parents still couldn't bear to turn off the lights and kept them on all night.At this time, Dad turned off the light first, then took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob of the door. He turned the doorknob and walked out the door, only to find it was pitch black outside.He shuts the door and stands in front of the house with bat in hand, and I'll keep quiet and wait for the words to come to mind again. He walked across the front yard, crossed the street, and walked to Eutrative's house where he had first seen the light.It was pitch black, and as he passed the Eutrull's swimming pool and the rusted swing, his heart was beating very fast, but there was only one thought in his mind: George.Harvey killed the little girl I adored, and other than that, he was numb. As he approached the football field, deep in the cornfield to the right of the field, he saw a faint light.The police fenced off the cornfields in this area, cleared the fields, and leveled the fields with an excavator. Dad was not familiar with this area. He grabbed the bat next to him and could hardly believe that he was about to He shot and hurt someone, but he soon stopped hesitating. He knew that Harvey was the murderer, and he knew what he should do. The wind helped him, the wind blowing from the field into the cornfields, sending his pants legs flying in front of his legs, pushing him forward, leaving everything behind.As soon as he entered the depths of the cornfield, he immediately focused on the lights in front of him, and the sound of the wind became his best cover. The strong wind blew across the barren field, and the howling wind drowned out the sound of his footsteps on the corn stalks. His mind was full of nonsensical thoughts: the kid speeding down the sidewalk on roller skates, the smell of his father's tobacco, and Abigail's dimple that pierced like a beam of light when they first met. his confused heart.The light of the flashlight suddenly went out, and the cornfield was completely dark. He took a few steps forward, then stopped. i know you are there.He said. I flooded the cornfields, I lit the cornfields with fires, I sent hailstorms and rains of flowers, but Dad still didn't get the warning.I was exiled in heaven and could only watch from the sidelines. I have come for revenge.Dad said tremblingly, his heart was beating faster and faster, his blood poured into his chest, and his anger was rolling in his heart like a fire. He inhaled and exhaled, his mood became more and more excited, and my mother's smile was gone, replaced by mine. smile. There's no one else here, and Dad said: I'm here to wrap things up. He heard the sobbing, and I wish I could just turn on the spotlight the way a school auditorium lights up.Every time an event is held, the lighting person always clumsily turns the lights on the right side of the stage. If I were to turn on the lights, Dad would see a trembling and crying girl in front of him. Eye shadow, wearing handsome leather boots, but at this time she was so scared that she wet her pants, after all, she was still a child. Dad's tone was so hateful that she didn't recognize his voice.Brian?Clarissa asked tremblingly: Brian, is that you?She is full of hope, and hope is the only barrier that protects her. As soon as Dad let go, the bat in his hand fell to the ground. Hello?Who is there? Brian, skinny as a scarecrow.Listening to the call signs, Nelson parked his brother's old car in the school parking lot.He's been late for work lately, and often dozes off to class or dinner, but he's always in good spirits when he's peeking at Playboy or a pretty girl walks by.There's a girl waiting for him in the cornfield tonight, and he's going to be on time.He walked forward slowly, the strong wind blowing past his ears just provided the best cover for what he was about to do. Brian found a large flashlight from his mother's first aid kit under the sink. He took the flashlight and walked to the cornfield. He said afterwards that as he walked, he heard Clarissa crying for help. The father made up his mind after eating Scale Tuo, and walked towards the weeping girl resolutely.Mom is knitting gloves for me, and Suzie needs a pair too, it's cold in the cornfields in winter!Ah, Clarissa, Suzy's silly friend!They often discuss makeup together, make little jam sandwiches, and she has bronzed skin. He blindly rushed at her, knocking her to the ground in the dark.His mind was filled with her screams, echoing in the empty fields, and the sound touched his heart.Suzy!Suzy!He screamed back. As soon as he heard my name, Brian started to run, and he rushed forward without being dazed.The light of the torch flickered across the field, and for a brief moment it fell on Mr. Harvey, but no one saw him except me.Hiding in the cornfield ridge, he was just caught by the light as he crawled forward, and he hid quietly in the dark, listening to the young girl's sobbing again. The flashlight hit Dad. Brian thought he had found the target, and grabbed Dad from Clarissa. He beat Dad on the head, face and back with the flashlight, and Dad shouted and wailed. Brian suddenly saw the bat next to him. I tried my best to push the boundary between heaven and earth, but the boundary was unbreakable.I wanted to reach out and lift Dad up, away from all this, and bring him to me. Clarissa staggered to Brian, Dad's eyes met Brian's, but Dad could barely breathe. You bastard!Brian had clearly decided that Dad had bad intentions. There were murmurs in the fields, I could hear my name and taste the blood on my father's face.I wanted to reach out and touch his cracked lips and lie with him in my dead cornfield. But in heaven, I can only turn around and leave.I was trapped in a perfect paradise, tasted bitter and bitter blood, but could do nothing.I want Daddy to stay up all night and never forget me, but I also want him to let me go.The green easy chair in the study still had the warmth of my father, and I blew out the candle that was flickering faintly in the window, the only little permission I was allowed.