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The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

The criminal investigation suspense drama "Black Soil Without Words" has come to an end. Unexpectedly, the most eye-catching actor in this drama is not any protagonist, but the supporting role in the play, the villain Jin Zhuhua.

This sloppy and ruthless female killer attracted everyone's attention as soon as she appeared, and successfully got out of the circle with her neurotic hot temper, sloppy buried image, and decisive and ruthless skills.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Regarding the life experience of the female killer Jin Zhuhua, there is no explanation in the play, only through a phone call to her home before she was finally shot dead by the police, it can be judged that she also has a son Cancan in her hometown, who is taken care of by her mother.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua
The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

From this, it is reasonable to infer that Jin Zhuhua may have been a single mother, and the son was cared for by his mother. She usually made a career of killing pigs to support her children and mother, and later engaged in the killer business in order to earn more money.

Therefore, I want to write a side story for Jin Zhuhua, adding the story of Jin Zhuhua before she came to Lanhe, so that her life will be more complete.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

The following is in the tone of Jin Zhuhua's own narration to unfold this extra story:

Seeing several police cars running towards me, my heart suddenly stabbed fiercely, and a thought floated out of my heart, and I couldn't hold it back: I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this time!

Damn, death will die, but before I die, I have to listen to my precious son's voice again.

Before the police car arrived, I hurriedly called my son and mother.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

The phone was connected, and it was my mother who answered it. I didn't know what to say to my mom, and I didn't have time. I just want to hear Cancan's voice again.

However, when I asked Cancan if he missed his mother, Cancan actually scolded me for being a bad person, saying that I had done something bad, and he didn't want to talk to me, a bad mother!

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Cancan, Cancan, do you know that your mother is a killer, all to earn money for you to spend, thinking about letting you and grandma live a good life.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

As soon as I finished the call, the policewoman got out of the car and chased after her. I ran into a house and took the little girl hostage. I have only one thought, live, escape, escape home to see my Cancan!

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

The moment I asked the little girl to open the car door, I thought I would be able to escape again, but this time, it seemed like I didn't have that good luck. A bullet flew in with a whizz and hit me in the head, as if it had been hit by the policewoman.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

At the moment of falling, I saw my son's bright face, but why didn't he smile?

I started the game console from Liangzi Jiashun, which was originally given to Cancan, but now, I can't give it to my son......

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

My name is Jin Zhuhua and I am from that small town called Yanbian. My family is rural, the family is very poor, and my father's old man is an alcoholic gambler, and he beats his wife and children all day long in addition to drinking and gambling.

For as long as I can remember, my mother's body and face have always been blue and purple, and her legs are limping. I also have a sister who got married early, and that old thing scolds me all day long for being a money loser, and scolding my mother for not having a son.

When I grew up, and that old thing beat my mother again, I stepped forward to protect me, and he even beat me together. Once I picked up a kitchen knife and tried to kill him while he was drunk, but my mother took my hand and begged me to let go, saying that he was my father after all.

Phew, is he worthy of being a father!

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua
The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

One day, when my father beat my mother again, I smashed everything in the house that could be smashed, and then I picked up a stick and gave the old thing a stick!

The old thing was actually scared by me.

I just turned 18 years old, and that old thing forced me to marry an old man who was 20 years older than me for money. It's Cancan's father.

When I first got married, Chanchan's father treated me well, and I thought I could finally start living a good life.

Who knows, the good times won't last long, and after less than half a year of marriage, this man will show his true colors. I didn't expect him to be a virtue with my bad gambling dad!

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

He also likes to get drunk all day and hit me when he gets drunk. At that time, I was already pregnant, and I endured it for the sake of the unborn baby.

After Cancan was born, he was happy for a few days, saying that he finally had a son, and he had a future.

But after a few days, he made the same old mistake again, and still poured himself half to death all day long. And, as soon as you get drunk, hit me. I'm like my mom, I don't have a good place on me all day.

I really wanted to stab him to death, but Cancan was still young, and I still endured it again and again for the sake of the child.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

After having Cancan, in order to make money, I learned to kill pigs from Liu Tuzi, who killed pigs in the village.

At first, Liu Tuzi saw that I was a woman, and he laughed at me and said, "You are a woman, can you hold a knife, and do you dare to kill a pig?" I didn't say a word, and when I picked up the knife, I tied up the fat pig to be slaughtered as a knife.

Liu Tuzi was stunned on the spot, and after he was done, he said, Okay, I'll accept your female apprentice.

I've found that I naturally like to touch knives. The moment I stabbed the knife into the pig's body, I felt very happy, as if it was not a pig that I stabbed, but my bad gambling father and the drunkard husband.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

It didn't take long for me to become an apprentice, I killed the pig cleanly, a fatal knife, and the pig didn't have time to snort, so I became my knife. There are even more people who come to me to kill pigs than Liu Tuzi.

Liu Tuzi said to me with a wry smile, it is really the apprentice of the church who starved to death the master.

But the good times were short-lived.

That day, I opened the drawer and found that the 5,000 yuan I had worked hard to save for a long time was gone! That money was originally the money I had saved for Grandma Cancan's medical treatment.

I forgot to mention that my gambling ghost father once got drunk and drowned in the river. It happened that Cancang was young, and I had to work to earn money, so I took my mother over to help me take care of the children.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

At this time, Cancan's father happened to come back drunk. When I saw him carrying a good bottle of wine and a good cigarette, I understood: he had taken the money!

This money-loser, unproductive drunkard!

I rushed over and snatched his bottle and slammed it to the ground! The shattered glass ballasts flew up and scratched my face.

Cancan's father grinned in distress and said, "My good wine," and then, he picked up the bowl on the table and smashed it on my head!

I stuck out my tongue and licked it, it was fishy and salty, and I suddenly laughed.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Cancan's father looked at me and smirked, picked up a stool and came to beat me, scolding me for "burying", "stinky woman" and "cheap woman" while beating, and there happened to be a fruit knife on the table, I copied it with my hand, like killing a pig, and stabbed it into this man's heart.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

I laughed out loud as he softened and slowly collapsed like a rotten persimmon, and the blood gushed more and more. Laughing so much that tears and snot came out.

My mother was holding Cancan, who was more than a year old, and hurriedly used her hand to block Cancan's eyes, muttering to me while blocking it, are you crazy?

Yes, I'm crazy.

After the police took me away, a doctor gave me a test and said that I had schizophrenia, the kind that was not serious. So I'm mentally ill, right?

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

The neighbors all came out to testify against me, and a policewoman also examined my injuries, proving that I had indeed been subjected to domestic violence by that dog for a long time.

Later, I was sentenced to three years in prison, suspended for three years.

Cancan's father died, and me, my mother and son, the three of us depended on each other, but I felt that life was much happier. I still make money by killing pigs, but since I found out that I killed Cancan's father, there are not as many people looking for me to kill pigs as before.

But one day, a man came to me and asked me if I would like to solve the problem for him. If it is done, give me 10,000 yuan.

10,000 yuan, that's a lot! I agreed without saying a word.

It turned out that he told me to kill someone. Killing kills people, and it's no different from killing pigs anyway.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

After doing this, I bought myself a butterfly knife. This knife is so good, I love it. When I have nothing to do, I take it out and practice until this knife is as obedient as my arm.

The moment of killing is the happiest time in my heart, watching those dog men who usually look like dogs fall down one by one, lying on their stomachs, kneeling, and falling to the ground, that cowardly look, it's so relieving!

By the way, I never kill women. Just kill those dog men.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

After that, during the busy farming season, I would farm and kill pigs, and when the farming was slack, I would take over a job and kill someone for the gold owner.

When those gold lords saw me for the first time, they all reacted the same as Lin Xiang, they all looked at me without believing me, are you okay.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua
The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Damn, why are you questioning my professionalism?!

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Yes, I'm a rural woman, I'm uneducated, I'm not as beautiful and talkative as the female killers in those movies, and I know how to design escape routes and destroy all evidence.

I just do things intuitively. After finishing the work, I got the money and quickly withdrew.

Every time, I do my job beautifully. There is a financier who praises me, don't look at you and bury you, don't bury yourself when you work.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

With money, my mom and I have a much better life. I want to do a few more votes, and when I have saved enough money, I will wash my hands and concentrate on killing pigs and taking good care of my son and mother.

But I didn't expect that I was planted on the land of the Lan River!

Lin Xiang's dog thing, looking like a dog, the cowhide was blowing loudly, and he bragged that there was no one he couldn't send away safely, but as a result, I couldn't get out of the Lanhe, and he wanted to hit the old lady with a car.

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Just because you want to kill the old lady too? The old lady will let you die first!

I heard that Lin Xiang has been fascinated by a fox spirit for half his life, called Wang Ping's fairy old lady.

Okay, Lin Xiang, if you dare to move the old lady, I will first ask for the life of your beloved goblin, and let your intestines regret it!

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Why? Why did they all bully me!

The finale of "Black Soil Without Words" side story: the spiritual confession book of the female killer Jin Zhuhua

Who would have thought that before I could find Wang Ping's goblin, the police would come.

That little policewoman, white and clean, didn't expect her marksmanship to be good, and one shot would kill me. I can't go home, I can't see my cans.

Cancan, waiting for me, in the next life, my mother will definitely have a good baby and be your good mother.

(Text/First Dewdrop)

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