Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 56 is true.
The interrogation room was dimly lit, with a few table lamps in the corner emitting a faint white glow.

The man was still dressed in a meticulously tailored charcoal gray suit. Even though he was imprisoned, he remained calm and composed, with not a single hair disheveled.

Wen Cheng confessed to his crimes without hesitation. He said calmly, "I know that criminal investigation technology is very advanced now, and the police will find me sooner or later. I never thought about escaping. I just wanted to make the old man suffer for a few more days."

“Wen Yu trusts you a lot. He told you about his relationship with Xu Yuan and even discussed with you how to use Situ Hui.” Wei Qingsong’s tone was also calm and even.

"So I gave him sleeping pills beforehand, and he didn't suffer much as he passed away." Wen Cheng's expression was extremely calm, as if he were stating something commonplace.

A hint of coldness flashed in Wei Qingsong's eyes: "He regarded you as his elder brother, yet you killed him."

“I know I deserve to die, but if I had to choose again, I would still kill him. I have no regrets.” Wen Cheng showed no shame whatsoever.

Wei Qingsong was silent for a moment, then looked at Wen Cheng expressionlessly: "Our officers found Situ Hui in a dilapidated house in the suburbs. She has something to tell you. Would you like to hear it?"

Wen Cheng paused, then replied calmly, "I don't want to."

Wei Qingsong, however, did not do as he wished. She spoke slowly, word by word: "She said that people cannot always live in the past. She returned to Tangzhou, the place where the nightmare began, because she wanted to rediscover her brave and pure self."

“Not everyone can have their wishes fulfilled. If she continues to stay in Tangzhou, she will only be treated cruelly by the old man.” Wen Cheng’s answer was calm and composed, but his eyes revealed a deep sense of helplessness and sorrow.

“So, you’re still stuck in the past, trapped in the cage of nightmares.” Wei Qingsong’s voice became low and hoarse as she slowly said, “She was happy to see you again, but you two have become strangers to each other. If she could, she would wish time could turn back. She misses the strong and innocent A-Cheng from the orphanage back then.”

Wen Cheng looked slightly dazed, his lips trembling slightly: "I don't want to hear it."

"I have been entrusted with this task, and I must fulfill it faithfully. This is what Situ Hui asked me to tell you. That's all I have to say," Wei Qingsong said indifferently.

She paused, then said, "If you had heard these words earlier, things probably wouldn't have come to this."

Wen Cheng remained silent for a long time before coldly saying, "I never make meaningless assumptions."

“But I feel that this is inevitable.” Wei Qingsong said in a calm voice, “Hatred and prejudice have not completely taken over your sincerity, otherwise you would not have sent that letter to Xu Yuan.”

"You want Xu Yuan to leave Tangzhou City for his own good, because you know Wen Chenghua's methods too well, and you are worried that Xu Yuan will be exposed sooner or later, and you don't want Xu Yuan to be hurt as well."

She paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, "You probably didn't expect that it was because of that letter that we were able to determine so quickly that Wen Yu's death was related to you. Your lingering kindness and conscience have completely exposed you."

After Wei Qingsong finished speaking, he got up and left, followed closely by the police officer who was taking his statement. In the large interrogation room, only Wen Cheng remained.

Wencheng sat motionless, the light in his eyes flickering, as if he were struggling, or perhaps he was lost.

After a long silence, he sighed softly and murmured to himself, "Did I do something wrong?"

But who will make up for his dark and twisted childhood?

Wei Qingsong leaned against the window in the stairwell to get some fresh air.

The most complex thing in the world is the human heart. She couldn't see through it, and even her teacher probably couldn't see through what each criminal was thinking.

When Lu Jingming came out of the monitoring room to look for her, he saw her leaning there with a forlorn expression.

He slowed his pace, strolling over gently, his voice so soft it barely stirred the air: "What are you thinking about?"

Wei Qingsong took a deep breath and said, "I'm thinking that family education is really important. The environment in which a child grows up largely determines what kind of person he will become in the future."

"In the process of studying criminal subjects, my teacher and I found that the vast majority of criminals, apart from those 'born criminals' with perverted tendencies flowing in their veins, are influenced by social factors after birth, among which the most far-reaching influences are family and school."

"In these two recent cases, both the victims and the perpetrators faced the same problem: they lacked love and warmth during their upbringing, which prevented them from developing healthy personalities. If someone had loved them a little more, wouldn't these tragedies have been avoided?"

Lu Jingming pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "You're right. This is an issue that everyone, and even the whole society, needs to reflect on."

Wei Qingsong looked into the distance, his gaze distant, as if piercing through the sky and reaching the clouds: "Does the blood flowing in one's veins determine the kind of person one becomes?"

Lu Jingming pondered for a moment and said, "No. Human life is constantly evolving, and a person cannot be defined simply by blood and genes."

Wei Qingsong laughed: "Your answer was very academic, which is not like you at all."

Lu Jingming raised an eyebrow, recalling her usual long-winded speeches, and said calmly, "One who stays near ink gets stained black."

Wei Qingsong remained noncommittal, staring intently at him: "Then, our Teacher Lu, could you please enlighten me? Do you think that we have no choice in our lives from the very beginning?"

Lu Jingming paused slightly, then said softly, "When we come into this world, we cannot make our own choices, but our lives are always in our own hands, and no one else needs to decide for us."

Wei Qingsong was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Lu Jingming, when did you become so knowledgeable about humanism?"

Lu Jingming looked at Wei Qingsong, his dark eyes gleaming with a deep, hazy light, like the rippling of a clear spring.

He smiled faintly and said, "You study people's hearts, but everyone is different. You can't see every facet, nor can you guarantee that every facet you see is true."

Wei Qingsong's pupils contracted slightly. She looked at Lu Jingming for a long time before softly asking, "Then, are all aspects of you real or fake?"

Is his cold and aloof demeanor, his aloofness, his occasional tenderness, and his deep thoughts genuine or feigned?
Lu Jingming gazed at her, his eyes gleaming. Without hesitation, he said, "I can't be sure in front of others, but with you, every side of me is genuine."

Wei Qingsong was taken aback; she hadn't expected him to admit it so frankly and readily.

"Then why are you so rude to me?" Wei Qingsong frowned slightly, dissatisfied.

Lu Jingming gently curved his thin lips and said, "Because you are Wei Qingsong."

Wei Qingsong: "???"

She finds it hard to understand.

Wei Qingsong stared straight at him, trying to discern something from his expression.

His eyes were like a deep pool, seemingly endless, making it impossible for her to see clearly or guess what he was thinking.

Wei Qingsong was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, leaned forward, and kissed his lips.

She longed for this flavor, as refreshing as ever.

She kissed him urgently, as if venting some emotion in her heart, or as if trying to get some answer from him.

Lu Jingming was caught off guard by her kiss. His eyes reddened slightly, but he did not stop her and just let her kiss him.

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