Wang Beard is a killer and a poet. He kills pigs in Menghai, Yunnan.
No one knows Wang Beard's real name, only his surname is Wang - of course, this surname is also very likely to be fake. After all, Wang Beard himself is like a ghost, and no one knows his origin.
How did he become a killer? Coincidentally, this has something to do with his hobby—writing poetry.
Wang Hu's modern poems are well written, with the characteristics of hazy and impressionism, at the same time rough in the mountains and wet sadness. In several states on the border of Yunnan, he is a well-known mountain poet.
Because of a poetry meeting, he and many poets who have never met before gathered in the beautiful sand of Haikou. Yes, it's a purely literary party. However, this meeting changed the life of the pig butcher Wang Beard.
"I heard you kill pigs?"
"Yes, for many years."
"Then have you killed anyone?"
"not yet."
"Want to try it?"
Wang Beard hesitated for a while, and finally looked up at the man who approached him, an old scar on his face with a story.
"Why are you looking for me?"
"The knives of the night are like water, clear;
The water at night is like a knife, cold"
"Oh, one of my bad poems."
"I saw murderousness and potential."
After coming back that time, Wang Beard's trajectory expanded from the slaughtering stall to the Golden Triangle. To the east of Menghai is Laos, to the east is Vietnam, to the south is Myanmar, and to the south is Thailand.
Wang Beard's passport, in quadruplicate, travels between the borders, the knife is his water, and he cannot do without it every day.
Recently, Wang Beard was a little distressed because of a girl.
Yes, he fell in love with someone he shouldn't have.
He killed a drug dealer in Burma's three-needle zone, and the buyer of the business was a family member of the police. However, there was a girl beside the drug dealer at that time. She was thirteen or fourteen years old. She was very thin and had big eyes. She seemed to have gone through a lot of ups and downs. However, there is still simplicity in his eyes. She loves to laugh, like Hepburn.
Wang Beard loves her just because of Hepburn. That's his ideal type.
Wang Huo usually wears a beard, and his hair is cut into a flat inch. There is no joy or anger in his eyes, he does not like to laugh, his voice is low, and he speaks less.
Every time he kills, he has to smoke a cigarette, and when the cigarette goes out, he starts.
Usually it only takes 30 seconds. His method is to be quick and precise, like a passer-by, passing by and quickly wiping his neck. When the victim feels a chill, the bleeding cannot be stopped.
There were no survivors who passed the king's beard spatula.
Of course, he doesn't have any grievances.
As a professional border killer, Wang Beard's principle is to understand every person he needs to kill, including his temperament, his food and clothing hobbies, his stories, his relatives, and even his eccentricities.
But this time, the little girl is not in the range of back tones.
Wang Beard was caught off guard. He fell in love with a superfluous man.
The rough king beard began to feel sad. He likes the rain in Bangkok. Every time he wants to come, black clouds cover the city, the whole city is shrouded in the dark sky, and then the wind blows and the rain falls.
This feeling is just like Wang Beard's emotion. Usually hidden and invisible, once it occurs, it will be full of storms.
The little girl is just the opposite, like the wind in spring, like the night in summer, like the lake in autumn, like the snow in winter.
Wang Beard wanted to be with her all the time. However, border killers cannot travel with their family members - after all, murder is not tourism.
In the days of gathering less and leaving more, Wang Beard began to think wildly.
He thought of his 20-year-old self. At that time, Wang Beard was very thin, a standard literary youth, wearing a white shirt, studying abroad, and looking innocent.
Later, with the disillusionment of ideals, the destruction of life, and the carving of time, Wang Beard grew old. People under forty look like they are in their fifties.
Because of his neglect of words, he has forgotten many words. I also like to speak in short sentences.
The rainy season is over soon, and Wang Beard's summer is coming to an end in an instant.
The little girl is still in Menghai, in his yard, growing flowers, reading books, and playing the piano.
Wang Beard was walking alone on the beach in Pattaya, and he was going to kill someone. On the day of the storm, Wang Beard disappeared in the green sea shrouded in black clouds with the turbulence of the ship. It was late at night, and he did not call the little girl as scheduled.
Yes, Border Killer King Beard, disappeared on the border. Like those he had made to disappear, there was no more news.
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