My Little Stepmother for Perfect Murder

Dancing Skeleton in Mourning Clothes

My parents divorced, my mother was very calm, my father proposed divorce, and she only asked After explaining why, my father said: "I don't love you anymore, I fell in love with someone else, I'm sorry." My mother signed the divorce.

I cried and asked my mother why she got divorced like this? My mother said, "If you love someone, you must make him happy. If I can't give your father happiness, then let him be happy with someone who can give him happiness. This is the only last thing I can do for him." I cried. Then ask your mother what should you do? My mother said, "My happiness is dead, and I can't help it. This is fate." I asked my mother what should I do, and my mother said, "Mom is still your mother, and father is still your father, but we are no longer together. I'm sorry, mom is not strong enough, mom can't face it, mom is leaving, will you leave here forever, will you go with mom or stay with dad? I'm sorry, please forgive me, I am not a good mother, I can't give you a complete family. , I'm sorry, but I can't help it." Then I looked at my mother's beautiful face with tears streaming down my face, and saw deep lines appearing on her smooth forehead. I said, "Mom, I'll stay, you wait for me, I will be here 4 years later Go find you!" Then I watched my mother's back disappear at the boarding gate, and I watched the plane soar into the sky. I swore that I would take revenge, and I would take revenge on that couple.

That year I was 18 years old, a senior in high school, and my mock test results were great. I have always been a good student, ever since I was a child. Before that, my goal was Tsinghua University, my parents’ alma mater. There were several top picks in liberal arts, science, and individual subjects. The teachers all thought that I would be the next top pick. I have always been their pride. However, my world collapsed. My parents asked me to choose who to follow. I chose I killed my father, not out of love, but out of revenge. I want my hands to be stained with the blood of that vixen's whole family. Watching my mother’s lonely back get on the plane and flee to France. I swore at the airport to the blue sky as the plane passed by, "I want that vixen's family to be ruined. Even if I die, I will bury her whole family with her!"

Failure in the college entrance examination is inevitable, and I am immersed in a kind of life every day. I couldn't extricate myself from the desire to kill for a long time, but because of my good foundation, my score line reached the key line. In order to retaliate, I gave up going to a key university in other places and stayed here to study economics at an ordinary university.

I waited painfully for that bitch to surface and stand in front of me. I had to be ready for everything before she stretched out her fox tail.

I practice karate, Sanda, and Taekwondo. If I see her one day, I will break every bone in her body.

My double major is in interior decoration. When she marries my father, I will definitely give her a beautiful hell.

I go to the electronics, machinery and computer classrooms every day to audit, and I want her to experience the pain of being alone in this information society one day.

I went to medical school to face those horrific corpses and learn anatomy. One day, I will make her into a specimen.

I took the bar exam so that one day I could kill her and stand at her funeral and smile.

I studied French, German, and Japanese, and passed English Level 6 in my freshman year. In order to join my father’s company and gain control of all the property, I can’t do anything in this world without money. I went to my father's company to gain experience, and accumulated bit by bit, I wanted to master everything.

Father, the broad shoulders of my childhood were once my only sky; mother, the warm chest of my childhood, the warm sun in the sky. Father, the eternal haze in my life. He took away my sunshine. He killed an innocent girl and used hatred to create a vicious black widow killer. I love him. He gave me life. I hate him. He, he killed my life, he killed my mother, he carved out her heart, let her heart die, and left me a walking corpse, taking away the smile from our faces. The relationship between me and my father is gone. He has taken away the life he gave me. I am a fetus born in the mother's body, and he has taken away everything he gave me.

I want revenge, I want him to know the pain of losing a loved one, I want him to die alone, with no one to accompany him, with gray hair, and die in regret.

I am willing to give everything I have, my life. If there is retribution, thunder will strike me to death. I will definitely take revenge.

A beautiful girl emerged from the water with such a pure face. She was only 4 years older than me. She graduated the year I entered college. She was a "kind" and good girl. , my father told me that she had to go far away in order not to destroy our family, and he worked hard to keep her. At the dinner party when we first met, my father carefully introduced her, thinking that I was still the innocent little princess in his hand. My blood rushed to the top of my head. In June of that spring, in order to keep this woman who was about to leave after graduation, my father filed for divorce from my mother. I would never miss Tsinghua University for the rest of my life. That was my childhood dream. My parents My alma mater, the goal I had worked hard for for 18 years, turned my life upside down. I lost my original father, could never see my mother again, and buried my innocent self. From then on, I became a psychologically abnormal pervert, and I never lost my life. I lost my life as a normal person, and from then on I used myself as a fleshless tool for revenge. All of this was brought to me by the beautiful love between this woman in front of me and my father. I will repay you twice as much. Regardless of whether she was intentional or not, whether she was an angel or Satan, whether their love was real gold or diamonds, they hurt me and my mother, and I want them to feel the pain forever.

I smiled and said, "It's not easy for you." I raised my glass and said, "Dad, you were also here back then. On your wedding anniversary to your mother, you said that you would love her until death! Never leave her! "I saw their smiles froze on their faces, I threw the wine on that bitch's face and left. I want revenge, but I don’t have to hold back. My father’s princess has always been the sun that Nietzsche said. If I hold back, I will directly insert the knife into the chest of that bitch, but I will not lower my head and call her stepmother! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I know my father. After my mother left, I was the crystal princess in his hands. I am supreme, bitch, blood is thicker than water. You are a dewy couple. We are connected by blood. I chose to be with my father at that time. Apart from me, Owe and gratitude, he doesn't know that every word of the love I say to him is wrapped with a sharp knife! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Sure enough, the father just said sorry to the bitch, saying that the child was young and ignorant. Haha, just wait, the ignorant kid has a knife in his hand! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Of course that bitch understands. She wants to marry into a wealthy family. If she offends the little princess, her future will be more tortuous. Men may not love their wives, but they will definitely love their children and want to be stepmothers. You must first learn to tolerate! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

During the Spring Festival of my freshman year, they wanted to get married. Of course I objected to it. I left a letter and ran away from home. In fact, I just went shopping during the day and stayed in a five-star hotel at night. Nothing else. For money, I could take the entire city. I was hired by a hotel. I was originally a good girl who was diligent and thrifty. This was taught by my mother. After she left, I gave up this virtue. That bitch ruined my family for money and married into a wealthy family. I want her son. Can’t get it either! A week later, I stayed up all night at an Internet cafe, and of course my father could find me. I had QQ open, and my father was a member, and there was a reminder on his cell phone. He found me with the help of the police right after he left, and he hugged me and cried. I just I want to use the word "sb" to describe him. Tears are so cheap. I shed all the tears in my life during the summer vacation when I was 18 years old. I will never cry again in this life. My expressionless face frightened my father. He told the bitch that marriage should be slowed down and the children must accept it first. Of course I would accept it, but at a suitable time, the initiative must be mine. Mastery, I am only a freshman, everything is not mature yet, they cannot get married now.

The second time they proposed marriage, I looked like I was going to commit suicide. In fact, no one knew my father’s schedule better than me. I was in his company, and due to my hard work and status, my subordinates had already been in charge. I know all the department managers and my father’s schedule better than anyone else. Just in case, I called my father when his car was still 5 minutes away from home and told him that I would die if they got married. In fact, I had I had already seen the military telescope, the astronomical telescope, and his car. When my father's car entered the yard, I took out the razor blade, placed the written suicide note, put eye drops in my eyes, and said to myself that I was neurotic. I was walking around the house, and my father rushed in the door. Then, everything was like a third-rate urban romance drama, crying, begging, and promising, and I sabotaged their marriage plan without any damage. I was a sophomore that year.

Of course, two years is not a short time, and the bitch can’t wait any longer. She desperately wants to get married and get a status, and her father has promised to give it to her, but my father can’t ignore me. In fact, I can't help them get married privately, but I know my father better than that bitch. If he loves her, he will give her a glorious wedding and have an explanation for her. This is why he is willing to divorce. He will not be wronged. She, therefore, must be legitimate and honorable. My father loves me, and he must get my blessing, or at least my understanding. He will not marry her in my situation. This is my opportunity, and I will wait until the time is right. , I want everything to be under my control, so I have added something to my father’s health tea a long time ago. My father pays great attention to maintenance and drinks health tea all the time. My mother used to buy the tea, but now I buy it. Damn it. She didn’t know that her father drank health tea and thought it was just ordinary tea. However, the tea she bought was mixed with health tea and drank by her father. I bought a male contraceptive pill through my classmates in the United States. It is an oral preparation with a fruit flavor. It can kill male sperm and cause infertility. I added it to my father’s health tea, which is already fruit-flavored. . I understand my father, he loves his children, and now it’s me, and the children the bitch will have in the future. If she has a child, the father will marry her. They had children before, but the father was not divorced at that time, bitch. I was still in school, so I aborted it. The bitch thinks she can get married as soon as she has another child, but they can't get married until I think it's time for them to get married.

When I committed suicide in my sophomore year, I told my father very clearly that they could only get married after I graduated. I couldn’t let my classmates see the joke. After graduation, I left China and went to France to find my mother. What did they want? That's all. Of course my father agreed. Anyway, they were together and the only thing missing was the wedding. The bitch had no choice but to agree. If she didn't agree, my father would think that she was a bad stepmother who wanted to force her child to death.

So I prepared my murder with peace of mind, and 2 years passed like this.

In order to do my graduation project, I asked my father to buy a villa with two floors. I told him that after I left, they could get married and the original villa would be mine, because it was all about my mother. Of course they We all agreed. No woman is willing to live in a house that another woman has lived in. Of course I will design and decorate the new villa. I am recognized as the best decorator in the industry. I won an award in my sophomore year. Of course my father is willing to have me. This work is his new house. I have worked hard for 4 years for this day. The villa was my graduation exhibition. I graduated with the highest marks and got a three-point contract. In fact, I had negotiated it in advance, just for my plan. This gives me a reason to stay here. I want to finish the contract before leaving. Of course my father supports it. He doesn’t want to lose his daughter, so it’s better if I don’t leave. The bitch has nothing to say. She doesn’t want to cause trouble. Me staying here will have no impact on her wedding plan. The villa I designed has allowed her to earn a lot of face in front of her relatives and friends. No one can buy my design. .

The wedding was held as scheduled, but I, a hot potato, had to live with them because I donated the original villa to an orphanage. My reason was high-sounding, "I was going to go there." France, I will never come back again, I will not sell that villa, it is the best memory of my life, I donated it to an orphanage, so that children like me who have no home can have a place to live." Of course, My father's guilt towards me flooded over again. In fact, this was part of the plan I had prepared long ago. I was going to enter their lives and ruin it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

I moved into a new house as I wished, and the health tea I gave my father returned to its original state. I wanted that bitch’s child to suffer more than me, and I wanted that bitch to watch her child suffer. Soon, the bitch got pregnant. Congratulations. My father seemed happy, but I was happier than him. My plan was perfecting step by step.

As the saying goes, "7 live and 8 don't live." The medical explanation is that "preemies born at 7 months are more likely to survive, but those born at 8 months are more likely to die." My plan was implemented in the first trimester of pregnancy. For 8 months, I wanted her to have her intestines and stomach broken, and she would never have children of her own, and she would never have any children or grandchildren. I did it.

One fine day in the 8th month of the bitch’s pregnancy, I gave my father a fax as planned. It was a contract he had been waiting for. I wasted a lot of effort. I just got it done, because this is part of my plan. The two sides have been having trouble talking about money. I have been procrastinating and counting the days. Finally, the bitch is more than 8 months pregnant. It is the dangerous period. If something goes wrong, I will Even adults taking care of their children are finished.

What a good time. I have been investing my own money since my freshman year. I usually ask my father crazily for money. In fact, I save it all and invest it. I work crazy part-time jobs, do karate and Sanda. , a Taekwondo coach, a tutor, selling computers, doing repairs, doing decoration design, working as a sales girl, selling cosmetics, working as a livestock in my father's company, my monthly income is 6 figures, everything I do is It's for revenge. I took out my own money, added it to the contract, and collected the amount the other party asked for. I went to France to sign a contract with them privately, so that I could find a better place to meet next time. I then modified the contract and faxed it to my father digitally, telling him that he would fly in person. I went to France to sign a contract and gave him a very acceptable price. I paid the difference privately. Of course he went. It was a piece of fat. I arranged a good place for him to get off the plane and drive. It takes more than 50 hours, and it’s still driving a BMW, and it’s all winding mountain roads. There are no hotels in that place, so you can only stay in other people’s homes. There are less than 30 households there, and there are no more than 3 telephones. The native French spoken there is even understood by Parisians. I didn’t understand. I told my father to go there and wait. The factory was built there. I saved so much money because the land was cheap. I bought him a plane ticket, one-way. The reason was that I didn’t know how long the negotiation would take. As soon as he got on the plane. , I booked all the air tickets from France back to China within two weeks in the name of my company, and worked as an intermediary to resell them to travel agencies. The travel agencies monitored the people who booked the air tickets, in order to keep an eye on my father and prevent him from coming back. This is money. Useful, nothing can be done without money. I reported the loss of my father's credit card. I was the one who applied for the card. I promised him to pay for his mobile phone bill. Of course, it was impossible. I wanted to completely trap him in France. Of course he would meet the other party's person. The location was I've made an agreement and they can communicate slowly. I'm going to carry out my revenge plan.

It was a nice day, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was a murderous night. No need for a knife to kill someone!

In the villa with two floors, the bitch lives upstairs. I arranged it when I designed it. She absolutely likes that room. It is all decorated to suit her preferences. I secretly asked my father to find out. Her preferences, and my father thought I could accept her, what a joke! Sure enough, she chose that room for her new house. It was a room on the second and a half floors. Its biggest feature was that there were many stairs. I worked hard during the day and carefully waxed the handrails of the stairs three times. The real light was discernible! The kitchen is downstairs, one floor down, the basement up, and the dining room is on the first floor. The biggest feature of the entire building is that it is full of stairs. If she wants to eat, she has to walk more than 100 stairs. Of course she will not go hungry. Children must be nutritious even if they don’t eat. This is something I prepared a long, long time ago.

I heard her footsteps coming out of the room. I stood across the door from her, and I came out too. I wanted to watch the last supper. I applied wax 10 times on the stairs and spread it. There was a layer of fine sand used for planting flowers. There were a lot of flowers at home, and the police investigated. The little sand was scattered when moving the flower pots. Watching her rolling down, I admired my design so much. The visual art is so beautiful. I placed a crystal table at the top of the stairs, which was also prepared for her. There were dozens of large cloisonné vases on it. Jin, in order to support it, I made hundreds of models before I finished it. The crystals were specially prepared by me. They were cut into extremely sharp triangles in advance and then spliced ??together. In order to bear the weight, they were put together in several layers. In the sunlight, they are beautiful. It's extremely dazzling.

I slowly walked downstairs and saw her lying among the fragments of crystal and cloisonné. She was so beautiful, especially the red of blood and the orchid of cloisonne, coupled with the brilliance of crystal, so beautiful! I called 120 and called an ambulance. Before the ambulance came, I broke the controller of the automatic door of the villa. I saw her face twisted in pain. The tears on her face seemed familiar. I had shed tears before, but That was a long time ago. I haven't cried in a long time and I have forgotten how to cry. The bitch talked to me and said "help", I just looked at her and hoped she wouldn't die now, because I have a more wonderful meal for her to taste. She has to suffer, but she cannot die.

The ambulance came. Her eyes lit up when she heard the sound, but she still had to endure the pain for a long time because they couldn't get in. I asked them to open the door through the intercom. That was the door I chose carefully. , it takes some effort to knock it open. I watched her struggling desperately, and I said, "Hold on, for your child," and sparks ignited in her eyes again. In fact, I want to spend time suffocating the child in her belly. I want to ensure that the child dies. I want to She won't be able to give birth in the future. If her womb is destroyed and her body is hit hard, she'd better go crazy, commit suicide, or die right in front of me.

Finally the car came in, and I followed him to the hospital for the operation. I was given a bill to pay. I left the hospital, threw the bill and the mobile phone card into the river, and went to the place where mobile phones were sold. I sold the phone because I didn’t want my father to find me. The explanation was that the phone was lost. I went to eat, had enough food, and called the bitch’s parents. They were in another city. I met them at a wedding and they were so happy that I couldn’t stop talking. , told all their relatives and friends that my daughter had married a good man, and that her father was about the same age as my father.

I told them that their daughter fell down the stairs. At xx Hospital, the time is calculated very accurately. They can catch the last bus if they go out immediately. In other words, there is no time to take a taxi. Call my father. It turns out that they really didn't have time to fight. I told them how to get to the hospital, which was a nonsense address of course. Then I covered my face and went to a small road near the station to wait for them. The station was under construction and it was a must-go. They could only get a car from there. I was 1.75 and very thin. I tightened my chest and covered my face. Only my eyes were exposed. I had a few bricks in my backpack. I saw them. I didn’t say anything. I took out the knife and gestured. I collected the knives. , my father used to buy me all kinds of knives when he went to the country. They were very practical and took out their wallets. I kicked the old man on the waist. I knew his waist was not good, so I tried my best. I am confident that he will use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. The old woman wants to run. How can she outrun me? I caught up to her and hit her neck with a brick. She would never leave the bed for the rest of her life. I went to a nearby IC phone booth to make a call and used a homemade voice changer, which I used to get my degree in electronics during my senior year.

I went back to the hospital, and they arrived before me. What a coincidence, it was also the same hospital, so I didn’t have to spend money to transfer them to another hospital. After the operation was completed, the doctor regretfully informed me that the baby was gone. Of course I knew that. The doctor said that she would not be able to have children again. I expected the result. The nurse asked for a bill to arrange the ward. I said that I had no money. You Throw her on the road, and then I go to her temporary room to see her. She hasn't woken up yet. I wait slowly. I have plenty of time. While waiting, I know that her parents' operation failed, just like I think, one is semi-paralyzed and the other is completely paralyzed, the spine is broken. She woke up, and I said that you can’t have another baby without you. She looked at me stunned, as if she didn’t believe it. I said that your parents had an accident on their way to see you, and they are both in the hospital now. They just had a surgery. After the operation, it was in the intensive care unit next to you. I didn’t pay them and they and you were immediately thrown onto the road.

I looked at her face and stretched out my hand, hit her hard, and opened my bow from left to right. I said that I have always wanted to hit you, and today is the day. My nails are very long. I left them specially for today. Her face, which was already bloodless, was bleeding. It was me. She screamed, but I closed the door very well. I said you have today to thank. Me, you must thank me, because I have planned 4 years for today. Your immortal parents, I have practiced for a long time to be so accurate. They will rely on you for the rest of their lives, but you don’t know who to rely on yet. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! I slashed her neck with a knife and she fainted. I left the hospital, got in the car, and went straight to the airport. A few minutes after taking off, I boarded the plane. Now I am in France. I don’t know how my father is doing, and I don’t know what will happen to them in the future. I only know that I took all the money from my father’s passbook because the password was my birthday. In the past four years, I have fired all the talented employees one by one. I used the company's money and said it was investment, but in fact I transferred it and donated it. The last contract I signed was for myself, not the company, so the CASE belongs to me, the company contract. All the money was swallowed by me.

I am not a human being, I am a beast, because the father who gave birth to me was an old beast. I killed an unborn child who was half of my blood. I extended my claws to two innocent or innocent children. Guilty old man. But I am really happy, dying of joy in their pain. This is the so-called perversion. I have become extremely perverted and will never be able to return to a normal state. If God retaliates, I will have no children or grandchildren. Good death, then I am also very happy, because I have died long ago. I am a dancing skeleton in mourning clothes, laughing and stepping on the corpses of my father, his lover and his children.