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After a full month, I waited for the right moment to take action. The elderly, who could still move, were gradually declining under my "meticulous" care. I calculated the payment by the day. My time was the death knell for Yama. Timing was crucial; it was about taking a life.
This time, it was an old lady. She had only one daughter who had already started her own family, with children in school and no one available to care for the elderly woman. She could only leave her in the old house and hire me to look after her. I pretended to say things like "It's hard for everyone; the elderly don't want to burden their children," but inside, I was sneering. These people spoke so grandly, yet they were just hoping for the old lady to die sooner so they could live more easily.
I chose the fifth day of the lunar month, a clear and bright day, preparing to send the old lady on her way. As usual, I put on a new pillowcase and covered her face with it, sitting calmly beside her. While fanning myself, I chatted with her about things I no longer remembered. It was just my miserable life story—my deceased parents, how I was deceived by men, my lack of support, destined to be alone in old age...
I wished her a good journey; these unfilial children had nothing worth remembering. It would be better for her to die early and be reborn as someone new. After finishing everything, I skillfully tidied up the scene. While whistling and mopping the floor, the police and the old lady's daughter burst through the door and pinned me to the ground—my hands were cuffed behind me by the police, my face pressed against the damp floor as I stared blankly at the crowd that rushed in.
The police took photos for evidence while the old lady's daughter handed over a video to them. She rushed at me, hitting me while shouting, "Are you even human?! My mother is an immobile elderly person; how could you be so cruel as to kill her..."
The police held her back, telling her not to get agitated and that I would face legal consequences. I looked shocked: "You hired me to send your mother on her way, didn't you?"
She slapped my face hard: "You beast! I wish my mother a long life!"
She clutched her mother's body and cried out in anguish, nearly fainting. Watching her weep uncontrollably, I suddenly couldn't tell if her sorrow was genuine or not.
I was completely bewildered and muttered, "What did I do wrong? Wasn't I hired by you to kill? Otherwise, why haven't any of you children come by in one or two months? Why did you show relief at your mother's death? Isn't this how business works... If you don't want to care for an elderly person, you'll find someone like me to do it... Isn't that an unspoken agreement?"
The old lady's daughter screamed and fiercely lunged at me, demanding that I pay for her mother's life: "You heartless beast! My mom raised me all by herself, working hard to put me through college. After my husband died, she felt sorry for me having to take care of the child alone, so she secretly went to a nursing home, refusing to live with me... If it weren't for her paralysis, she wouldn't have come back! My daughter is going to live on campus when school starts, and then I could bring my mom back home... We've relied on each other all our lives. My mom promised to live until she was a hundred; I haven't even taken her on a trip yet. She's been talking about wanting to see Tiananmen for so long... Please give my mom back to me..."
I let her pull my hair and slap my face; strangely, I didn't feel any pain at all.
It took two police officers working together to pull the heartbroken woman away from me. Before they separated us, she bit down hard on my arm like a furious beast.
I looked at the old lady's body and then at this woman who was crying her heart out; their eyes were so similar.
The headboard of the old lady's bed was filled with photos of her and her daughter, from infancy to adulthood, showing how the child grew up while her hair gradually turned white.
Time is truly merciless; if my mom were alive today, she would also have a head full of gray hair.
Suddenly, I couldn't remember what my mom looked like anymore.
Could it be that this time, I really chose the wrong person?
The old lady shouldn't have died; she hadn't even been to Beijing yet.
I took out my phone from my pocket, intending to delete the photos of myself with the old lady, but a police officer snatched it away from me.
He flipped through the pictures one by one, his face showing signs of horror. The old lady's daughter and another police officer rushed over—there I was with more than twenty elderly people, faces pressed together, heads touching in affectionate photos.
I was smiling brightly while they had their eyes tightly shut.
I felt like a true filial son or grandson, freezing the moment of murder at the last second of their lives.
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