11 keys

The iron cabinet in front of me was pale white under the fluorescent light, with mottled red paint numbers on it, 014. I took a deep breath to calm my heartbeat, took out a thin piece of metal from my wallet, and inserted it into the keyhole.

Day five, cabinet five, I'm running out of time.

After Zhao Hui's secret was discovered by me, she told me intermittently what Ma Zheng had done to her. After that, I went to the office, listened to Ma Zheng's class, and held meetings with him as usual. I pretended nothing happened, and I was still a good student of Teacher Ma.

I told Ma Zheng that Zhao Hui was seriously ill with tuberculosis and would have to take a year off from school. Ma Zheng smiled very kindly, and said softly, "I've heard about it, and the procedures are all done, right? Tell her to meditate and cultivate, and come back next year, the research team welcomes her."

Ma Zheng knew everything, he knew that Zhao Hui was pregnant, he knew who the child was, and that Zhao Hui would give birth to the child, but he didn't know what I was going to do.

The door of the iron cabinet opened, the hinges made a sharp noise, and there was a smell of sweat and rust coming from the door. I was so excited, there was a pair of trousers, a white shirt and a bag of underwear hanging in the locker. This is his attire for class today.

Ma Zhengnian is not confused, but he looks like he is in his early thirties, without a beer belly and not bald. When I first joined the research group, he heard that I was in the swimming team of the college and asked me to swim several times. Every time Ma Zheng showed off his well-proportioned figure, and whipped his legs together, he could also attract the admiration of the girls around him.

I face the pile of clothes in the closet and let my breathing steady. I suppressed the desire to flip the suit trousers, and first firmly remembered the shape of the trousers on the hook, and even every fold of the shirt on the side. I want to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Lift your wrist and look at your watch, it's half past six. There is still time. Gently I reached into the cabinet and turned the pants over. A gloomy metallic sheen flashed out. It was a key chain, one end hanging from the belt, and the other end sunk in the trouser pocket. I looked around, it was dinner time, and there was only an old teacher-like person wiping himself tremblingly. No one is looking at me.

Successful middle-aged men tend to be self-disciplined and hardworking. Ma Zheng leaves the office every Tuesday and Thursday at 6:00 pm to go swimming for an hour and a half, and then goes straight home. I'm so glad he's been able to stick to this habit. He asked me to swim five or six times, and always used lockers 12 to 18. This habit is not difficult to understand. I also have my own preferred changing area, and I always use a few lockers. But Ma Zheng may have forgotten how simple the lock of the locker is, and the key of the locker can be copied with just a piece of aluminum skin. Also, there is not a single surveillance camera here.

I gently lifted the key chain and pulled out a bunch of keys. It was very heavy, and the sound of metal clashing echoed in the iron cabinet, which was a bit ear-piercing. I unhooked the whole bunch of keys from my belt and put them in my satchel. Then use the aluminum skin cut from the soda can to lock the cabinet, and then walk out of the swimming pool quickly.

Brother Jiang saw me riding a bicycle from afar and greeted me. I always recharge my mobile phone bill and buy popsicles with him, so I'm familiar with it.

Brother Jiang also runs a business: key distribution.

I told Brother Jiang that the house I rented with my girlfriend lost her key, and I didn’t want to bother the landlord to provide a door and a few drawers. I took four keys out of a bunch of metal hedgehog-like keys and handed them to Brother Jiang. He didn't get suspicious, he just said that the keys to the anti-theft door are more expensive. After a while, the noise of metal cutting was heard. The new key that was gradually taking shape was shining with silver light. I remembered myself observing the keyhole in front of the old anti-theft door of Ma Zheng's house a few days ago. I never thought I would be a thief in my life.

After receiving the key and paying, I pretended to complain about the high price, and then rode my car back to the swimming pool.

The new key came in handy two days later in the morning.

The faculty and staff quarters were built in the 1990s, and there is a musty smell in the corridors. The walls are full of telephones for plumbing and certificates, like numbers turned into creepers. I lay down at the gate of 302 and listened, but there was no sound. Professor Ma has just gone to work and won't be home until eight o'clock in the evening.

I put on my woolen gloves, took the key and inserted it, the new key didn't work very well, I twisted it hard a few times, clicked, and the door opened.

Professor Ma's home is alarmingly tidy. The TV, fan, telephone, and sofa are all covered with white cloth, and there is nothing on the window sill and coffee table. The light yellow morning light shines in, and the house is as pure as a newborn baby. There was no one in the house, and Ma Zheng's wife was not at home—she was so mentally ill that she had to live in a mental hospital. This is what Zhao Hui told me.

I ignored the living room and found the study room, which contained a large writing desk with a gray and white Lenovo computer monitor next to it. The study room was also empty and tidy. The books on the bookshelves were arranged like a row of fences. There was no dust on the wine-red floor, reflecting the morning light from the window.

I went behind the desk, and sure enough, I saw a chest of drawers with a lock. Fortunately, I was equipped with three small keys, and when I tried the second one, the drawer opened.

Inside the drawer are neatly coded English papers. There seems to be something under the paper. I gently moved a thick stack of papers and saw what was underneath. That was four USB sticks and a pack of CDs.

I took out a T42 laptop from my backpack, connected it to the power supply, plugged in the mobile hard disk, turned it on, and the hard disk creaked. I decided to start copying from those four U disks.

There were yellow labels on the first two USB flash drives, and they were plugged into the computer. Inside were photos and some documents of Ma Zheng going abroad for a meeting. There was no video I was looking for, but because it didn’t take up much space, I simply copied them all.

The third USB flash drive was bare with nothing posted on it. I clicked on the drive letter, and five .rmvb files appeared on the screen.

The fan started humming, and the screen showed that it would take more than 20 minutes for the copy to be completed. While waiting to copy, I click on the top file in the file listthe one on the face. The player interface jumped out.

In the video is a Ma Zheng's face. The ruddy and healthy male face took up most of the screen area, the golden glasses were trembling slightly, and the eyes behind the eyes were shining. The face shook, then turned away from the camera and walked out the door. In the picture is the bedroom of a hotel suite, clean but not luxurious. After waiting for a few minutes, the door opened again, and Ma Zheng walked in with a girl on the shoulder.

The girl bowed her head, her shoulders shaking. There was a cramp in my chest, it was Zhao Hui.

The girl was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the camera. Ma was crouching down, slowly taking off the girl's shirt and bra, and a pair of white breasts jumped out. The performance of the camera is good, and you can see the two maroon nipples are slightly tilted and clearly appear on the screen. Zhao Hui didn't resist, just lowered his head and let Ma Zheng play with it.

Ma Zheng lifted Zhao Hui's calf, took off her sneakers, held her feet in white socks in his hands, lowered his head, and came out of the camera's field of vision.

I couldn't see how Ma was playing with Zhao Hui's feet, but I could see Zhao Hui suddenly raised his head, stretched his neck, opened his mouth, and twisted his body.

Ma Zheng stood up, gently unbuttoned the girl's jeans, gently lifted Zhao Hui's hips, took off the jeans, and carefully folded them aside. Zhao Hui's body only had a pair of goose-yellow underwear. Ma Zheng leaned down like a swimmer and buried his face between Zhao Hui's legs. Seeing this, I came back to my senses and plugged in the earphones. Ma Zheng's humming sound came from the earphones, but Zhao Hui was silent and did not make a sound. Ma Zheng's head twisted between Zhao Hui's crotch for more than a minute, then turned around and walked towards the camera, and the picture disappeared.

The REAL PLAYER logo appeared on the screen, and I looked at the copying progress and started the next video.

Zhao Hui is still in the picture, naked. She was sitting on a sofa with her legs spread apart on either side of the armrest. She had a mass of black pubic hair between her white thighs, a faint bulge beneath her pubic hair, and two crimson labia.

Zhao Hui stared blankly at the camera, something behind the camera to be exact, as if staring at me from the screen.

I know who is behind the camera.

Zhao Hui seemed to have received some instructions. She held the sofa back with her left hand, and reached between the two labia with her right hand. She put her index fingers and middle fingers together and slowly pulled outwards. A black rope-like thing slowly poked its head out of the girl's flesh hole. Zhao Hui stopped when the rope stretched out for a finger. He frowned and looked at the camera, then nodded to the camera, took a deep breath, pinched the rope, and pulled it hard. A brown ball slowly drilled out from the two fleshy lips.

At this time, the squeak of the zoom motor of the camera rang out, and the camera zoomed in to Zhao Hui's genitals: the brown ball was covered by a net made of black thin threads, and a head protruded from the vagina. The surface of the ball was uneven and stained with crystal clear slime and little white foam. "Ah... um..." Zhao Hui groaned in pain from the earphones. With a bang, it was like opening a bottle of champagne, and the brown ball was completely pulled out, bringing out a mucus. There was a small hole in the middle of the two labia, and the pink tender meat turned over on the edge. The small meat hole squirmed open and closed a few times, and squeezed out some liquid, sticking between the two labia. There was a rapid gasp from the earphones. The gasping sound was very similar to Zhao Hui's groaning when he climaxed.

A few seconds later, a big hand with white cotton gloves appeared in the camera and brought the mass of things pulled out of Zhao Hui's vagina to the camera. The fingers are shaking slightly, I guess from excitement.

In the shot is a small walnut, wearing a silk mesh bag for fruit. The silk thread of the net bag was covered with mucus and became a strand of rope. The grooves and folds of the walnuts were filled with the filthy water secreted by Zhao Hui's vagina, shining brightly.

The owner of this big hand never showed his face.

12 not love

I lay panting on the double bed in Xishanyuan, the linen sheets soaked with sweat. Chen Ying lay on top of me, licking her tongue around my nipples. Her hair fell into my armpits and it was itchy.

I moved my legs and found a slippery patch under my crotch, which was Chen Ying's love liquid. Just now she rode on top of me and wriggled for a while, and the kinky juice overflowed between our crotch. Chen Ying looked up at me, her eyes were full of contentment, then she stuck out her tongue, licked along my chest to my bloated belly, and then slid all the way to a mass of pubic hair, her saliva drew a line on my body. Chen Ying picked up my soft penis and held it gently. I could feel the touch of her tender lips across the umbrella crown, and there was a sizzling sound from her crotch.

"There's so much water on it, isn't it dirty?" I asked her. Just after a fight, my penis was covered in her cum and my cum, and I felt pity for Chen Ying's taste buds.

"Woooooo..." Chen Ying wanted to say but couldn't, which was very funny.

She spat out her penis and said, "It's not dirty, don't you like to eat this water too?"

I wanted to laugh when I heard it, and reached out and dragged her to me. There was juice up and down her lips. I stuck out my tongue, Chen Ying blinked, opened her mouth slightly, and wrapped my tongue with two lips, I could taste the saltiness in her mouth.

As we stirred our tongues, the bedside phone rang and I took a look. Chen Ying thoughtfully burrowed back into my crotch and went to eat my cock. She knows when not to look at a man's phone screen.

It's Lin Cheng. In WeChat, Lin Cheng sent a video. I haven't opened it yet, and another text came.

"Husband, I miss you, it's been a long time since you came to see me!" Then there were four emojis in a row, the kitten hitting someone with a hammer or something.

I clicked on the video, and it was a pink female vagina. A finger with sky blue nail polish gently massages the vaginafresh feeling. Soon, a burst of numbness spread in the lower body, and I ejaculated.

After ejaculating, we hugged and panted together, I stuck out my tongue to stir the girl's small mouth, Lin Cheng moaned. I saw her legs were still twisting uneasily, and her petite buttocks were rippling. I know what she is waiting for.

I held Lin Cheng's face in my hands, looked into her eyes and said, "Let's leave the first time to my future husband."

"Why? You are my husband..." Lin Cheng acted coquettishly.

I didn't answer, and waited for a while until my cock completely softened.

Lin Cheng was a little disappointed, pouted, and said that it was specially washed for me. My stomach hurt when I took the first tube. Later, I used the fragrant intestinal lotion, and it didn't smell bad. I gagged her mouth, frowned and said, don't say it, don't say it.

"Did you dislike me?" Lin Cheng frowned and said.

I smiled and didn't answer. I lay quietly for a while, as if I could hear my own heartbeat.

I got up and wiped my crotch with the towel beside me, and started to get dressed, Lin Cheng looked at me blankly. I put on my shoes, fastened my belt, and lowered my head to kiss the girl on the lips. Then he said to her, "I passed by the bank when I came here, and I transferred 200,000 yuan to you, enough for you to spend for a while." Lin Cheng still looked puzzled. What a silly girl.

"After you graduate, you can take the postgraduate entrance examination or find a job. Find something you like to do, and find a boy who loves you." I continued, emphasizing the word boy. Lin Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into tears. I looked into her watery eyes, and my nose was a little sour.

"It's your wife... Did my lover find out?" Lin Cheng sat up naked and asked me with his head raised.

"She already knew. It's none of her business." I made my tone as gentle as possible. Lin Cheng's tears trickled down, dripping on her kneeling thigh.

I took a deep breath as if making up my mind, and turned my back to Lin Cheng and said, "I'm in love with...a person."

After finishing speaking, before Lin Cheng could persuade him to stay, he opened the door and left.

This was the last time I saw Lin Cheng.

In the next few days, Lin Cheng would appear masturbating from time to time. I simply deleted Lin Cheng's WeChat account, and my mind was cleared up a lot. Before leaving get off work, I glanced at the calendar next to my desk and sent Chen Ying a WeChat message: "Period?". "Well, just now," Chen Ying replied quickly. So I decided to go home, and I haven't been back for a long time.

Lan Xin was very happy to see me, and asked where my father was on a business trip. I was vague and unable to lie to my children. I cooked a plate of fried cumin beef for Lan Xin, and the little girl ate so much that her mouth was covered with oil. I watched Lan Xin eat meat with a puffy face, feeling a little sad, and said in my heart that it would be great if I hadn't met Chen Ying that day.

It was late at night, and I was lying next to Zhao Hui. She turned her head and looked at me bitterly, and said, "I'm ovulating today, so it's rare for you to come home...". I turned my back and said that I was tired and I would do it tomorrow. Zhao Hui didn't say anything, and seemed to fall asleep after a while. Just when I was half asleep and half awake, Zhao Hui's faint voice came from behind:

"If you really want to leave, I won't stop you. You can't be chained to me for the rest of your life because of that incident."

This passage seems to have come from afar, with the cold taste of autumn air, and got into my ears. I woke up suddenly, turned over and hugged Zhao Hui tightly, stroking her slender waist with my hand, the silk nightgown was as smooth as tears. I felt my body trembling in my arms.

In the darkness, I seemed to see the end of a difficult journey: the two children walked over the thorns, through the fields, hills and sea, and came to a village. They unloaded their bags, let go of each other's hands, and said how much they cherished each other.

13 innocent

The afternoon sun was shining pale outside the window, the videos of the two USB disks had been copied, and there were more than a dozen CDs left.

The buzzing sound of the CD-ROM spinning at high speed floated in the empty study room, like the lamentation of wild animals. The first disc was a video of a strange girl masturbating. The girl has an ordinary appearance, but her moans are quite moving. The girl in the second CD looked familiar to me, and I recalled carefully that it turned out to be the keynote speaker at the previous lecture, named Jiang Rui.

The girl's posture was almost exactly the same as Zhao Hui's, with her feet resting on the armrest of the sofa, her pussy wide open, rubbing her clitoris with one hand, and thrusting a pen in her vagina with the other.

Jiang Rui was a former student of Ma Zheng, and later went to the United States to study for a Ph.D., and just came back two months ago to give two lectures. I still remember that during the coffee break after the report, Ma Zheng proudly introduced Jiang Rui to his peers and several of our students. Sister Jiang smiled gracefully, and explained her doctoral project to the professors in a calm tone.

Jiang Rui masturbated with a pen for ten minutes, and tremblingly, she climaxed. The senior on the screen leaned her head back on the back of the sofa, with her toes hooked tightly and trembling. The video ends here.

The heroine of the next CD is Jiang Rui. She lay on the big bed, curled her legs upwards, and clasped her thighs with her hands, exposing her fluffy pussy. This video is not clear, I guess it was shot with a pinhole camera. A minute later, a bald middle-aged man walked over with his back to the camera, leaned down and buried his head between Jiang Rui's legs, the sound of sucking water mixed with Jiang Rui's groans. The man licked for a while, then came back to his senses and walked towards the camera. The fat belly swayed from side to side.

I was surprised when I saw the man's appearance, it turned out to be Yu Jianping, the vice principal. Yu Jianping has a deep foundation in the higher education system, and his wife is the daughter of a retired senior official. Many people in the university are vying to curry favor with him.

Yu Jianping walked to the side, walked back to the bed with an object in his hand, put it aside, and lay down. I guess it's condoms. Jiang Rui got up and straddled Jianping, bent down, as if giving Yu Jianping oral sex. Jiang Rui turned her back to the mirrorHere comes a baby, crying non-stop, and being carried to the sofa. Ma Zheng stood by the side with his hands down and looked at the child kindly.

This was Ma Zheng's original plan. When Zhao Hui told me about the plan, I felt like a hammer slammed into my chest and I didn't catch my breath for a while.

Gao Yan, Ma Zheng's wife, went crazy after a miscarriage. She had to live in a mental hospital and could no longer bear children. Of course, this is just Ma Zheng's speech, neither Zhao Hui nor I have ever met her.

But Ma Zheng has always wanted a child.

He heard that Zhao Hui was pregnant, and was overjoyed. He took Zhao Hui to the hospital to find Director Lin. After counting the weeks, he confirmed that it was his. At the beginning, he was a little embarrassed. After all, Zhao Hui's family background was not like Gao Yan's, so he couldn't marry. But he wanted to keep the child. Ma Zheng ran to the Second Affiliated Hospital a few times and came back and told Zhao Hui a plan:

Ma Zheng asked Zhao Hui to say that the child was mine, and asked her to go to Director Lin of the Affiliated Hospital for a pregnancy test in the future.

Zhao Hui was missing for three weeks, and she had sex with me after she came back. Due to the time difference in the past few weeks, when Zhao Hui gave birth, it seemed to me that it was not yet her due date.

Before giving birth, Zhao Hui only needed to say that she had a stomachache and went to the Affiliated Hospital to find Director Lin in the hospital to give birth to the child. Director Lin will regret to inform us that the child died prematurely. When we are sad for a while, we will forget this little life that we have never met.

Zhao Hui told me that Director Lin was the head of the obstetrics department of the affiliated hospital, and it was not difficult to fake the death of premature babies. Indeed, there have been several news stories of obstetricians using such tactics to sell babies.

I can't imagine what it would be like when Zhao Hui gave birth if Ma Zheng really succeeded. In ten months of pregnancy, enduring nausea, dizziness and fatigue, as well as the severe pain of childbirth, the beloved flesh and blood was born to be held in the arms of a demon. When Zhao Hui was crying in my arms, I always wanted her to forget Ma Zheng. But I know that if her child is really taken away by Ma Zheng, Zhao Hui will never be able to wake up from the nightmare.

Ma Zheng didn't tell Zhao Hui how he would raise the child. Self-support? Marry another female student from a poor family? Or simply marry the accomplice Director Lin? Zhao Hui asked, and Ma Zheng said with a gloomy face that she didn't need to care so much, he would take care of the child.

I walked out of the dilapidated unit door and took a deep breath of the air outside. The aroma of the earth mixed with the smell of the fumes from the dinner made me cry. The backpack behind me is heavy, and inside is a T42 computer, a 40G mobile hard disk and a charger. It feels a lot heavier than before.

I have a plan, it's not very thorough, it's very risky, but after watching these videos, I decided to complete it -- for Zhao Hui, for the children, for Jiang Rui, for Gao Yan, for those who I can't name girls.

I remembered that a few days ago, I accompanied Zhao Hui to a small hospital near her home for an ultrasound, and a white shadow appeared on the ultrasound screen. Zhao Hui struggled to get up, regardless of her stomach full of B ultrasound lubricant. Zhao Hui and I interlocked our fingers, looking at the white shadow, the big head, the faint legs, it was a cute baby. The B-ultrasound screen flickered, and the black and white patterns were like rolling clouds. There seemed to be a child growing up in the cloud, with flickering big eyes, called Zhao Hui's mother, and my father, with a milky voice. The child ran and plunged into my arms, with a sweet scent all over his body, exactly the same as that on Zhao Hui. I came back to my senses and looked at Zhao Hui, who was looking over her head, and found that her face was full of tears.

I gave up the last thought of letting Zhao Hui induce labor - it wasn't the child who was damned.

In the whole thing, many people were at fault, but only the child in Zhao Hui's belly was innocent. I made up my mind to give birth to this child, and then deliver it safely into Zhao Hui's arms.

On the way back to school from Ma Zheng's house, I looked up at the sky. On a rare sunny night, I could see stars in Beijing.

The North Star hung high ahead, as if looking into my eyes.