Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen

For a whole week Lindsey watched carefully what was going on in Mr. Harvey's house.The murderer who murdered me was also spying on everyone all the time, and Lindsay was just doing her own thing. Lindsay had previously agreed to train with the school's men's rugby team. Both Mr. Dewitt and Samuel encouraged her to join the men's rugby team. She was determined to give it a try. Therefore, she trained with the players to prepare for this important challenge.To show his support, Samuel trained with Lindsay, knowing that he would never make it, and often joked that the training would only make him the fastest guy in shorts.

Samuel could indeed run, but when he got on the field, he couldn't control the football beside him, not only couldn't see the ball, but he couldn't kick it accurately.Samuel often accompanies Linxi to run around the house. Linxi watches carefully every time she passes by Mr. Harvey's house. Samuel runs in front to help Linxi set the speed, so he doesn't notice her actions. Mr. Harvey, looking out from the green house, noticed Lindsey's snooping, and felt very uncomfortable.Although it has been nearly a year since the incident happened, the Shamon family has been keeping a close eye on him.

The same thing happened in other towns. Although most people can't see the abnormality, there is always a girl's family who suspects him.He already knew how to deal with the police. He looked innocent and pretended to be impressed by the police's investigative work. From time to time, he raised some irrelevant clues, as if these useless information could help the police solve the case.This coping style was flawless, and the police never suspected him.He thought how beautifully he had mentioned the Iris boy to Fenemont.Falsely claiming to be a widower has also worked time and again, and recently when he thinks of a victim he's thinking of, he's referring to her as his wife.He is not afraid that he will not be able to remember, as long as he thinks of his mother, the face of the victim will naturally come to mind.

He goes out for an hour or two every afternoon, first to do the shopping, and then to drive to the Forge Historic State Park.He walked first on the paved road and then on the woodland paths, and sometimes he found himself among groups of schoolchildren who had come to visit George.Washington's former residence, everyone looked around curiously, as if they would really find George in the house.A silver wig from Washington.Seeing the child's serious appearance, he was heartened. School teachers or commentators would occasionally notice him standing aside. He looked kind, but he was an unfamiliar face, which always attracted questioning eyes.He has a thousand excuses to answer people's inquiries: I used to bring children here, or I know my wife here, and he knows how to lie about family is the most effective, and the woman will smile when she hears it.Once, when the narrator was explaining a campaign in the winter of 1776 to schoolchildren, a fat, nice-looking woman tried to strike up a conversation with him.

That time he lied that he was a widower and mentioned a woman named Sophie.The woman of Sicchiti, who he said was his dead wife and his only true love.These words attracted the fat woman like a delicacy, she talked endlessly about her kitten, her brother, her brother has three children, how much she loves them, etc., and he listened quietly, imagining her dead body in his basement look like. Since then, as soon as he saw the inquiring eyes of the school teacher, he quietly walked to other places in the park.He watched the mothers push the stroller and walked on the dirt path with high spirits; he saw the student couple who skipped class making love in the dense field or the hidden path.There is a grove at the highest point of the park. He sometimes parks his car here, and sits in the car watching the lonely man park the car next to him.The men in suits, or flannel shirts, and jeans parked their cars, got out, and walked briskly into the woods, sometimes looking back curiously at Mr. Harvey, if they were close enough, through the Through the windshield, they would see Mr. Harvey with the furious, insatiable lust that was the face his victims saw.

On November 26, 1974, Lindsey saw Mr. Harvey go out. She slowed down and gradually separated from the other running boys.If someone asks later, she can say that she is on her period, and everyone will shut up.Some people were opposed to Mr. DeWitt's decision. They thought how girls could participate in regional rugby games. Lindsay knew that this excuse would make the opponents catch him, but she still decided to do it. I looked at my sister with admiration in my heart.Woman, spy, athlete, lone ranger, at this moment, she is the embodiment of these roles. She leaned over, pretending to have a stomachache, and walked limply. The team members turned their heads and asked her what was wrong. She waved her hand to indicate that it was all right. At the far end of the road, she straightened up after seeing everyone turning.There is a row of tall pine trees next to Mr. Harvey's house. The pine trees have not been pruned for many years, and the branches and leaves are very thick.She sat under a pine tree and continued to look tired so that the neighbors would not be suspicious.After sitting for a while, she felt that the time had come, she shrank her body, and hid herself between two pine trees like a ball.She waited patiently here, and the team members would run around again. She watched everyone pass by her, and her eyes followed them. After a while, the team members ran across an open field, took a shortcut and ran back to the school, and finally She was alone.She had already figured that she had forty-five minutes, and after forty-five minutes Dad would worry about why she hadn't come home yet.Lyndsey's agreement with her father was that if she trained with the boys' rugby team, Samuel had to send her home by five o'clock.

It was a cloudy, late-autumn day that gave goosebumps to her legs and arms.She gets hot when she runs, but as soon as she gets to the bathroom she shares with the hockey players, she starts shaking and doesn't feel better until she takes a hot shower.Standing outside Mr. Harvey's house at this time, she not only felt cold, but also got goose bumps from fear. While the boys took a shortcut back to school, she crept cautiously to the other basement window.If she was caught, she had a story in mind: she chased a kitten here, and the cat disappeared between two pine trees. The gray kitten ran very fast, all the way to Mr. Harvey. Home, she followed without thinking.

She could see the basement from the outside, and it was dark inside.She tried to push the window open, but it was locked from the inside and she couldn't open it from the outside, the only way was to break the glass.She quickly figured in her mind that breaking the glass would make some noise, but at this point in the project, she couldn't stop there.What's more, Dad sat at the desk and watched the clock waiting for her to come home. Time was running out, and she took off the sweater, tied the sweater to her feet, sat down, supported her body on her arms, and kicked the glass with her feet.Once, twice, three times, the glass finally made a slight cracking sound.

She scrambled inside and scrambled cautiously down the wall. She found a few footholds, but when she got a few feet off the ground, she had to jump off and land on shards of glass and concrete. The basement looks neat and very different from my basement.My basement was full of cardboard boxes filled with Easter eggs and Christmas bulbs/decorations, and my dad built a wooden shelf for all the holiday stuff, but the boxes were still piled on the floor. Cold air was blowing in from the outside, and the cold wind blew past the gleaming broken glass on the floor and flowed to all corners of the basement.She saw Mr. Harvey's easy chair and the small table beside it, and also the big alarm clock with numbers flashing on a metal stand.I wanted to point Lindsay to the passage in the ceiling so that she could see the small animal bones in the passage, but I also knew that although Lindsay could draw the structure of a fly's eye and performed very well in Mr. Bert's nature class, But when she sees the bones, she will definitely think that they are my remains. Therefore, I am also glad that I can't guide her. It is better for her not to see those bones.

Even though I couldn't be there, and she couldn't feel my pushes, pulls, and guidance, she still didn't feel good being alone in the basement.There was a certain atmosphere in the dark, cold basement, which made her shiver uncontrollably. The basement window was wide open, and she stood just a few feet away from it, but no matter what happened, she could only keep going, not turning back.She desperately told herself that she must keep calm no matter what and concentrate on searching for clues, but at that moment, she missed Samuel so much, he probably thought that he would see her at the end of the run, so he would continue to run back to school to wait for her.If he couldn't wait for her at school, he would probably be suspicious, but he probably thought she was going to take a hot shower first, so he also decided to take a shower, and then wait and see.But how long will he wait?She looked at the stairs leading to the first floor, and then walked up the stairs carefully. She wished that Samuel was here, following her step by step. With him by her side, she would not feel so alone.But she deliberately kept it from him, and she didn't tell anyone that her actions had surpassed the legal boundaries, and could even be called breaking the law, which she knew very well.

If caught, she would say she needed some air, which is why she went upstairs.She climbed up the stairs step by step, with some fine white powder caught between the toes of her shoes, but she didn't notice. She turned the doorknob and walked to the first floor. It has only been five minutes since just now, and she still has forty minutes, at least she thinks so.Dim light came in through the closed shutters, and the room was hazy.Standing in the exact same cubicle as mine, she hesitated again.Suddenly, she heard the evening paper slamming against the door, and the boy who delivered the paper rode a bicycle past the door, dropped the newspaper and rang the bell. Linxi told herself that she had already entered the house, as long as she looked hard, she might be able to find what she wanted.She can take things home like trophies and give them to her dad. From then on, not only can she get out of my shadow, but her parents won't stare at her all day long.Lindsey has always been competitive, and even when we are separated, she still wants to outdo me. She saw the dark blue and gray slate floor at the gate, the same slate floor at my house, and she remembered crawling after me when she was a baby, and I was just learning to walk.She saw me staggering happily into the next room, and she remembered wanting to follow, and she remembered me laughing at her in the living room, and she was inspired to take the first steps in life. Mr. Harvey's house is much more spacious than mine. There is no carpet on the floor, and it feels colder inside.She walked over the flagstones into the adjoining room, which in my house was the living room, with a polished plank floor, and her footsteps echoed, echoing wherever she went. Memories flooded her mind like a flood, and she couldn't help but think about it, but each one was a painful memory.Buckley straddled my shoulders, and the two sisters staggered downstairs; I held a shiny gold star in my hand, and with my mother's support, I put the star on the top of the Christmas tree, and she stood aside to watch, Jealous of my getting the Christmas tree; I slid down the second-floor banister and urged her to join me; my sisters and I begged Dad for a story after dinner; Hallodi kept barking and our family ran after him.There are also countless birthdays and festivals where we are pulled to take photos with unnatural smiles on our faces that freeze our faces.We wore identical velvet or plaid dresses, with stuffed bunnies and painted Easter eggs, and leather shoes with straps and very stiff buckles.Mom tried to get focus, we kept smiling as much as we could, pictures always came out blurry, and we had bright red dots in our eyes.Lindsey kept the items, but none of them captured the moments before and after the photoshoot.We play at home, or fight over toys, and nothing captures the moments that belong to our sisters. She suddenly saw my back passing the next room, which is the dining room in my house, and the place where Harvey built his doll's house in Harvey's house.I always run ahead of her like I did when I was a child. She quickly caught up with me. She followed me through the downstairs rooms, and despite her rigorous training for the football team, she was still out of breath and dizzy by the time she reached the front porch. We used to see a boy twice our age at the bus stop, and I remembered my mother often pointing at him and telling us: He doesn’t know he’s very strong, so be careful when you meet him.If you treat him kindly, he will give you a big hug. He has a pitiful face and smiles honestly, as if he wants you to hug him too.We didn't see him at school after one time when he picked up a little girl named Delphine and he held him so tight that when he let go the little girl fell hard to the floor.It is said that he was sent to another school, and no one mentioned him again.At this time, I pushed hard in the yin and yang world, hoping to make Linxi notice me. I really wanted to help her, but I was afraid of hurting her too much. Lindsey walked to the entrance stairs and sat down on the stairs. She closed her eyes and held her breath, thinking about why she broke into Mr. Harvey's house.She felt that there was a strange and dull atmosphere around her, and she was trapped in it, like a fly trapped in a spider's web, surrounded by silky and dense spider webs.She knew that her father ran into the cornfield driven by some force, and now this force was gradually approaching her.She originally hoped to help her father find some clues. With these evidences, she and her father could regain their old intimacy, and her father's investigation would have a direction, and she could also confidently ask Ryan for a theory.But at this moment, she seemed to be watching herself fall into a bottomless abyss with her father. She has twenty minutes. Lindsay was the only living person in Mr. Harvey's house, but she was not alone. She had other companions besides me.Mr. Harvey planned many murders here. Besides me, there were ghosts of other girls in the house. Although Lindsey didn't know it, other victims gradually appeared in front of me.Standing in heaven, I call out their names one by one: Jackie.Mel, Delaware, 1967, thirteen. Following Jackie's silhouette, I saw an overturned chair with the bottom up, and she was lying on the side of the chair, with only a tattered T-shirt on her body, and a small puddle on the ground near her head. blood. Flora.Hernandez, Delaware, 1963, age eight. He just wanted to touch her, but she screamed loudly. She was small at the age of eight. Her left sock and shoe were later found, but the body was nowhere to be found.Her bones were buried in the basement of an old apartment building. Leah.Forks, Delaware, 1969, age twelve. He and Liya lay under a highway bridge, and he quietly killed her on a sofa chair.The sound of traffic on the bridge made him drowsy, and he fell asleep lying on her body unconsciously.Ten hours later, a homeless man knocked on his hut built with discarded door panels, and he woke up suddenly, hurriedly packed up his belongings and Liya's body, and fled. Sophie.Cichetti, Pennsylvania, 1960, 49 years old. Sophie was his landlord, and she divided the second floor into two rooms, one of which was sublet to him.He liked the semicircular windows on the wall, and the rent was cheap, but she loved talking about her son so much that she insisted on reading poetry to him.He went to her room to have sex with her, cracked her skull as soon as she started talking, and dumped the body in a nearby creek. Lydia.Johnson, 1960, six years old. She was the youngest victim waiting patiently in a small cave he dug in the hills near the quarry in Buck County, Pennsylvania. Wendy.Ricky, Connecticut, 1971, thirteen years old. Wendy waits for her dad outside a bar, and he rapes her in the bushes, then strangles her to death.That time he regained consciousness, not groggy after committing the crime like before.He heard voices, and the voices were getting closer, and he pulled Wendy's dead body towards him, facing him, and nibbled her ear.Oh man, I'm sorry, he heard someone apologize to him, it turned out that two drunk men walked to the nearby bushes for convenience, and they thought they had interrupted his good business. I saw tombs floating in the air, with gusts of cold wind blowing in front of me, and the chill was overwhelming.Mr. Harvey left behind many mementos, the spirits of his victims attached to these reminiscence-laden objects, and floating spirits can be seen all over the house.But I ignored them that day and hurried back to Linxi. Lindsay got up together, and I followed her right away, and we walked up the stairs together, and she felt like the protagonist in the zombie movie that Samuel and Hall loved to watch: eyes straight ahead, kicking forward and backward , go forward step by step.She went into a room upstairs, which in my house was my parents' bedroom, and she couldn't find anything in the room.She went to another room, which in my house was my bedroom, and here Mr. Harvey's. There are most things in this room, and she must try not to mess up the furnishings in the room.She groped among the piles of sweaters on the rack, expecting a knife, a gun, or a ballpoint pen that Halladi had bitten, but found none.Suddenly, she heard a sound, which she could not identify and paid no attention to.She turned and continued to walk towards the bed. The bedside lamp was still on, and Mr. Harvey's notebook was placed under the lamp. She walked over to look and heard another voice, but she still ignored it.The car drove into the house, the brakes screeched, and someone slammed the door shut. She flipped through her notebooks, which contained sketches of beams and columns, drills, towers, and arches, and she looked at various measurements and summaries, none of which meant anything to her.She turned to the last page, and finally heard footsteps outside, getting closer and closer to her. When Mr. Harvey took out the key and opened the door, Lindsey saw a pencil sketch, a small sketch of a sunken burrow with a shelf on one side and a fireplace in it. Mr. Harvey also drew How to get the smoke out of the hole.Lindsey saw Mr. Harvey's slender handwriting on the paper: Stortfords Cornfield, and couldn't take her eyes off the sketch.After my elbow was found, she would not have known that the owner of the cornfields was named Storfords if she hadn't read the news report about the possible crime scene.Now she knows what I've been trying to tell her all along: I died in this hole, I struggled and screamed in the hole, and I died. She tore off the sketch, and Mr. Harvey had gone into the kitchen to get something to eat. He made a liverwurst sandwich, his favorite, and washed a plate of green grapes.He heard the rattle of the boards, and stiffened, and the boards creaked again, and he straightened up, knowing in his heart that something must have happened. The grapes rolled to the ground, and he stepped out with his left foot, trampling the grapes to pieces.Lindsey rushed to the shutters, trying to open the tightly locked windows.Mr. Harvey rushed up to the second floor in two steps. Lindsey squeezed out of the window and jumped onto the roof. He rushed to the landing on the second floor and was about to catch up with her.Lindsey doubled over and rolled off the roof, crushing a drainpipe by the side of the house, and by the time Mr. Harvey rushed into the bedroom she had fallen among bushes, weeds, and a mess of manure. But she was unhurt, thank goodness she was unhurt!Fortunately, she is young and strong.He walked to the window and was about to climb out of the window when she stood up unsteadily.He stopped suddenly.He saw her run to the bushes next door, the numbers 5! 5! 5! 5! 5! 5! 5!It looks very eye-catching. It turned out to be Lindsay in a football jersey.Shamon. When Lindsey came home, Samuel was sitting in the living room with his parents and grandmother. Oh my God.Mom first saw Lindsay through the small square window on the door, and immediately yelled. As soon as Mom opened the door, Samuel rushed between Mom and Lindsey.When Lindsay walked into the house, she didn't even look at her mother, and even ignored her father who was limping over, and rushed directly into Samuel's arms. God!OMG!OMG!Mother looked at the dirt and scars on Linxi's body, and couldn't help exclaiming. Grandma came and stood beside Mom. Samuel put his hands on Lindsay's head and smoothed her hair. where have you been Linxi turned her head to face her father. She was very excited before, but now she looks calmer and weaker. She seems to be a size smaller.There was only one thought on my mind that day: Thank goodness she's okay. dad? What's the matter, baby? I actually went, I broke into his house.She trembled slightly, desperately trying not to cry. Mom suddenly said loudly: What did you tell me? But Linxi still didn't look at her, she didn't look at her mother from the beginning to the end. I found this for you, I thought it might be useful. She crumpled up the sketch and held it tightly in her hands.It is more dangerous to jump down with something in hand, but she still completes the mission. It occurred to Dad that he had read a sentence earlier in the day and said it aloud, looking into Lindsay's eyes. In the state of struggle, a person's ability to adapt is the fastest. Lindsay gave the sketch to Dad. I'm going to pick up Barkley.Mom said. Mom, don't you even want to take a look? I don't know what to say, your grandma lives with us, and I have a lot of shopping and a turkey to roast, and no one seems to know that there is a home to take care of.I have a family, a son, and I'm going out. Grandma followed her mother to the back door, but had no intention of preventing her from going out. As soon as Mom went out, Lindsay reached out to hold Samuel's hand. Dad looked at Mr. Harvey's sketch and thought exactly like Lindsay: I might die here.He looked up. Do you trust me now?he asked Lindsay. yes dad. Dad thought to himself, thank God, and then got up to make a phone call. dad.Lindsay said again. What's up? I think he saw me. God bless, my sister was fine that day, this is really the best gift from God.I was walking home from the big balcony at Paradise Square, and I was shaking with fear at the thought of my parents, Buckley, and Samuel possibly losing her, and besides, I was selfish and wanted her to be here for me.Fernie walked towards me from the dining room, and I barely looked up. Suzy, she said: I have something to tell you. She took me under an old-fashioned street lamp and led me into the darkness.In the dark, she hands me a piece of paper folded in four. Wait for you to be stronger, then spread it out to have a look, and go there for a walk. Two days later, I walked to a field according to Fernie's map. I often pass by here. Although I think the scenery is very beautiful, I have never gone to see it.The path is marked with a dotted line on the map. I nervously searched for the mark among the rows of wheat in the field. Suddenly, I saw it right in front of me. I leaned between the wheat stalks and walked towards it slowly. The map gradually disappeared without a trace. I saw an old, graceful and beautiful olive tree standing before my eyes. The sun was high in the sky, and there was a clearing in front of the olive trees. I waited for a while, and soon I saw the wheat field on the other side undulating, and someone was walking across the wheat field to here. Small for her age, as she was in life.She wore a cotton dress, the skirt and cuffs a little frayed. She stopped and we stared at each other. I come here almost every day and she said: I love hearing the sounds. Only then did I realize that there were rustling sounds all around, the wheat swaying in the wind, rubbing against each other, rustling. Do you know Fernie? The little girl nodded solemnly. She gave me the map to get here. So, you must be ready.she says.This is her paradise, she can do whatever she wants and do whatever she wants.I sat on the grass under the tree and watched her twirl quickly, her skirt swinging into a small circle. After the circle, she came to me and sat next to me out of breath. My name is Flora.Hernandez, she said: What's your name? I told her my name and couldn't hold back the tears, I finally met another girl he killed. Others will be coming soon.she says. Flora was dancing in circles again, and other little girls and women were coming from different directions across the wheat fields.We told each other our grievous experiences, each with a full mouth.Every time I say it, the sadness in my heart lessens a little.I also told them what happened to my family.The sorrow of mortals is real, and sad things happen every day in the mortal world. Sadness is like flowers or sunshine, which cannot be hidden even if you want to hide it.