I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 154 Did you remember?
The fear after raping a woman and killing someone left him no time to put on his pants, so he fled the village in a hurry wearing only his underwear.

The man pushed the bicycle, walked a dozen steps with his body tilted, then slowly got on the bicycle and rode leisurely out of the city.

At that moment, the man looked calm on the surface, but in fact his heart was in turmoil. He knew that he had already killed many people, and if he was caught this time, he would be dead.

Therefore, every step taken on that road is like walking a tightrope on top of a cliff. If you are not careful, you may fall into the abyss and there is no way back.

He felt that every step of the road, which was more than ten steps long, was a performance of his life. However, he still had to perform patiently and had to act as if nothing had happened in order to escape the dragnet.

If he panicked at any step and the police noticed his flaw, he would be caught immediately, and once caught, he would be sent to the gates of hell.

When the man got on the bicycle, he breathed a sigh of relief. He thought, I have escaped from another dangerous situation.

After he was out of the police's sight, the man rode away on his bicycle as fast as a fish that had escaped the net and as panic-stricken as a dog that had lost its home.

After confirming that he was out of danger, he was a little scared, but also full of relief. He wondered how he could have such courage and bravery, and how he could be so calm and composed in the face of the police's interrogation. But for a long time afterwards, he would be terrified whenever he thought of the scene of being interrogated.

From then on, the man hid in the countryside for a long time. He believed that the countryside had a large and diverse population and people's vigilance was not high. It would be much safer to hide there, and he never dared to go into the city easily again.

Ever since the man evaded the police's questioning, he seemed to have become particularly timid. Even in the countryside, he acted like a coward.

During the day, he wandered between villages, occasionally committing petty thefts and using the stolen money to support his life; at night, he sometimes slept in an abandoned well house in the wild, sometimes lived in a temporary shed built by farmers in the fields to watch over their crops, and sometimes curled up in a hut made of sorghum stalks at the entrance of the village.

When he needed to do laundry, he would stay in a small hotel in town for a night or two and leave as soon as the clothes were dry.

The man's meals were even simpler and sloppier. When he had money, he would go to the village market to buy salted duck eggs, lamb skewers, cucumbers and other things he thought were highly nutritious. Sometimes he would also buy some meals from small restaurants or street food stalls. When he had no money at the moment, he would go to the fields to steal corn cobs, sweet potatoes or fruits such as melons, pears and dates grown by the farmers to fill his stomach.

The worst was yet to come. After the autumn harvest in the countryside, the sky was clear and the fields were vast, making it difficult to steal and there was no place to hide.

In addition, the man was still in shock and did not dare to steal easily. He was often left with empty pockets and stomachs, and felt dizzy and hungry.

He didn't dare to go to the village to beg for food, fearing that he would be discovered and unable to escape. Every time this happened, he missed his parents and his childhood very much.

When I was young, although my family background was high and the economic situation was not good, my life was stable. I didn't have to hide from place to place or live in fear all day long.

He remembered that when he was in junior high school, the dry food he brought from home was often not enough. A week's dry food was finished in 4 days, and he would go hungry every weekend.

But at that time, he was very ambitious, and he was determined to study hard, get into college in the future, and change his poor life. Although he was a little hungry, he was happy. One Sunday, he went home to get some dry food. He was so hungry that he felt his belly sticking to his back. When he trotted back home, his mother had already prepared a pot of bean and flour noodles for him. He didn't even bother to wash his face, but picked up the bowl and ate 4 bowls in one go.

He thought, how nice it would be if he could go back home, snuggle in his mother's arms, and eat a meal of bean curd noodles made by his mother! However, because he took a wrong step, he went further and further down the wrong path, and he had killed many people. He was now in a hopeless situation. He didn't dare go home, nor did he dare to see his elderly parents. He was afraid of getting them into trouble, and even more afraid of being caught. He was afraid that once he went home, he would never be able to come back.

Sometimes he thought that once a person reached this point, life would be worse than death. He also thought about death, but he did not want to commit suicide because he felt that suicide must be very painful. If he could find a way to escape the suffering of the world forever without suffering, he would definitely try it. But before he found this method, he would still struggle in the world and survive for the time being.

People need to eat to live, even if they are barely surviving, they still need to fill their stomachs. But what can they use to fill their stomachs? Since there is no food to eat, the man can only go to the fields to find something to fill his stomach. He is like a dog, digging here and there in the fields where farmers have planted sweet potatoes. After a long time of digging, he finally found some potatoes that the farmers missed when they harvested. He wiped the mud off with his sleeves and stuffed them into his mouth to eat.

The snow came particularly early that year and was particularly heavy.

The man was so busy that he didn't notice the change of seasons. The sudden cold snap was another heavy blow to him. Every evening, he stood alone in the cold wind, shivering and feeling lonely, helpless and frustrated.

The man, with no money in his pocket, no food in his stomach, and no warm cotton-padded clothes on his body, was like a wild dog in the snow. He hunched his head pitifully, hugged his arms, and shivered with cold. His once ferocious eyes showed despair.

In the distant village, every household was eating New Year's Eve dinner, and occasionally children were setting off fireworks.

The man huddled in an abandoned shack, watching all this through the broken window.

He's been to jail, more than once.

He had been sent to a labor camp for stealing a bicycle, and was sentenced to five years for attempted rape. He also smashed stones in prison for five years, but such a long time in prison did not make him realize anything.

But at this moment, looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance and the abandoned house where he was lying.

He got it.

It’s like enlightenment in Longchang.

Why am I destined to be poor when I am born, while some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth?
Why should I be homeless while you enjoy peace?

Why can't I even find a place to eat, while you guys can eat as much meat as you want?
What makes me run around like a shameful stray dog ​​all day long, while you guys are living freely and comfortably like human beings?

I was bullied in the village and looked down upon at school. I ran away to work and worked hard for a whole year, but my boss refused to pay me. I was so angry that I stole an iron pot from him and sold it for thirteen yuan, and then you sentenced me to three months of re-education through labor.

why? !

Why does stealing a pot result in a three-month sentence, but withholding wages is nothing?

why? !

Why are the words women say always lies? All their talk about love is bullshit. She said she would wait for me, but in the end she still marries a rich man.

They have everything, and I have nothing.

The problem is society, not me!
Since I can't get those things that originally belonged to me, I will just rob and kill!

The man was lost in his hallucinations.

"Boom!"

Another punch hit the man's cheek from the side.

The young man's fists were powerful, especially since he was wearing metal knuckles on his hands.

The man's entire face was a riot of colors, and his head could barely stand up.

Even though he was a man, he continued to shout and curse.

The man on the interrogation chair was now in a state of madness. His eyes were empty and he didn't know where he was looking. He seemed to be trapped in an endless illusion. He struggled desperately with the handcuffs and roared angrily.

This scene left all the police officers in the command hall stunned.

I've never seen the interrogation footage of the "prophet" before, and now it's being broadcast live to everyone?

This is both pointing at the tiger and opening the window, stripping off clothes and splashing water. Is this legal?

Many people glanced at Lao Zhu in front of them, and seeing that the big leader was unmoved, everyone just watched and pretended not to know.

This was a common practice a dozen years ago, and it is still the case now.
However, the suspect's reaction was too great, as if he had a mental breakdown. His crazy appearance could be described as a drug addiction or a rabies attack.

This famous consultant Jiang is indeed an extraordinary person who does extraordinary things.

"Leader, this~~~"

Pei Sanmin, who was standing in the corner, couldn't help but speak. As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, and finally he couldn't help but walk in front of Lao Zhu.

"Director Zhu, is there any problem with Consultant Jiang?"

He was not worried about the murderer's life or death. If he was really a devil who had killed 70 people, he should be executed by slow slicing. What did it matter if he suffered a little?

What he was worried about was that if something went wrong with this beast and he died in the interrogation room, Jiang Hanwen would have to bear the responsibility.

As a die-hard fan of Jiang Hanwen, Pei Sanmin absolutely did not want to see this happen.

"Now Consultant Jiang is the highest decision-maker in this case. Everyone has to listen to him, and I can't have any opinions."

Old Zhu patted Pei Sanmin on the shoulder.

"Director Pei, you don't know much about Consultant Jiang. He is a very measured person."

Old Zhu is not worried at all about anything going wrong with Jiang Hanwen. Who is Jiang Hanwen?

Old Zhu is the only one who is so cautious and ruthless in his life. How could this guy get himself involved in a case? Is he kidding me?

Besides, the bald guy is so muscular that there might not be anyone stronger than him in the entire hall. It's not something to be surprised about just this little trick.

Moreover, Jiang Hanwen always used magic attacks to break through the psychological defenses of the suspects.
Seeing that Lao Zhu looked confident, Pei Sanmin didn't say much. He quietly stepped aside and nervously watched the surveillance footage on the big screen.

But Jiang Hanwen's actions in the interrogation room left everyone puzzled.

The young man in the windbreaker in the picture burst into tears when he saw the man on the interrogation chair yelling and cursing.

Everyone thought he would continue to beat him.

But unexpectedly, the next moment.

The young man suddenly walked to the window, closed it, then walked to the door and turned on the central air conditioning.

He poured a cup of hot tea from the thermos and placed it on the interrogation chair, and finally put the down jacket back on the man.

After doing all this, the young man sat back in the main judge's seat and looked quietly at the man on the interrogation chair.

The interrogation room is closed and the central air conditioning is surprisingly effective.

In just two or three minutes, the temperature in the house rose to over 20 degrees.

As the temperature rose, the man's shouting became quieter. He subconsciously wrapped his down jacket around him, and his eyes seemed to regain some spirit.

Waited for a while.

He calmed down completely, holding the paper cup with both hands, and drank the hot tea in one gulp, then leaned back in the interrogation chair with satisfaction, as if he had drunk some nectar, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and he was not even aware of the blood oozing from the curled skin on his face.

"Thank you!"

It was the man who spoke first. The corners of his mouth turned up, and his expression was sincere.

"Who am I talking to now, the poor fellow hiding in the shabby house collecting firewood to keep warm, or the beast rushing out and climbing over the wall to kill people?"

The young man poured himself a cup of tea.

It can be seen from the look in the man's eyes that the cruel, brutal and inhumane personality at the beginning has become stressed and hidden, and now he is the coward curled up in the dilapidated house.

Extremely treacherous and evil, extremely wise and extremely foolish, extremely brave and extremely cowardly, as long as a character is extreme to a certain extent, then this person must have another completely opposite extreme personality.

Just like the harmony of yin and yang, an extremely radical personality that controls the body and mind will quickly lead to madness and destruction and will not last long at all.

Since this beast was able to kill dozens of people and yet remain silent and hide among the crowd for more than ten years without making any mistakes, he must have hidden himself very well and had woven a logically self-consistent memory for himself, and he has lived to this day with peace of mind relying on this memory.

Jiang Hanwen's series of magic and physical attacks just now had already shattered the opponent's turtle shell.

All that remains is to pull out the x-head hiding in the shell.

"To be honest, you have a talent for painting. You can paint lotus flowers in a pond on the mud wall quite well. You are also a good student. Tsk, what a waste."

"how do you know??"

There was some confusion on the man's face. How did he know about his childhood?

Moreover, the person on the other side was obviously a young man, but he spoke in an old-fashioned tone, as if he was older than him.

But the problem is that he didn't find it abrupt or strange.
It seemed as if he was an elder and a wise man, and what he said was so natural.

"Yang, you are right. There are problems in society, and they are huge."

The young man continued talking without raising his head, but his hands were not idle as he was making tea, and he took out a bag of tea from the drawer.

The man's heart skipped a beat.

"You think so too? Aren't you a policeman?"

The man shook his head and shook the blood off his cheek.

He felt very strange now. The young man in front of him was beating him so cruelly, but he couldn't get angry with him.

He could only remember that when he was starving and cold, the other party gave him cotton clothes and hot tea, but wasn't all this caused by him?

Why? The man felt that his brain was a little confused.

"Are you scared?"

The young man asked suddenly.

The young man looked up at him with burning eyes.

"Scared, scared to death."

The man answered subconsciously.

The conversation between the two people began in this inexplicable way.

"When I killed the first one, my hands were shaking. You know, I spent five years in prison and five years working in the mines swinging a sledgehammer. My hands are very steady now."

"But I was still afraid. My parents loved me, my brothers and sisters loved me, and I had never killed a chicken since I was a child. But when I killed the second one, my blood rushed up, I felt hot and excited, my throat was dry, and then I couldn't stop. Later, I became numb after killing so many chickens."

"You can't use a knife to kill someone. There's too much blood. And if you can't kill them in one go, they'll still scream."

The man's face was confused and his eyes were darting around.

"No, no, no, I didn't kill him. He did. He killed him."

"Old woman, little kid, you're screaming so loudly, I'm scared!"

"So you use a hammer instead?" Jiang Hanwen took a sip of tea and spoke calmly.

"Yes, I'm used to swinging a hammer. It's easy on the hand, and the hammer is very convenient. I killed him with one blow without even a sound."

"So, why did you want to Qjian? She's a little girl! Don't you know? Don't you know?"

The young man's eyes gradually turned cold.

"That, that's not me! I didn't do it!" The man was terrified and waved his hands desperately.

"You don't remember anything, do you? If you forget, I can help you recall."

There seemed to be dark energy flowing in the young man's eyes.

"No, no, no, I remember, I remember, but that wasn't me."

The man's voice trembled and his body shrank into a ball.

"Lotus."

A name came out of the young man's mouth.

The man in the chair shuddered.

"Yang, you have been hiding for too long. You have made up a story in your head that makes sense."

"Have you ever wondered why the woman you loved had already given birth to two children when you were released from prison?"

"Is it possible that she never promised to wait for you?"

"No! Impossible! She promised me? SHUT UP!!!"

The man jumped up from his chair like a lit explosive or a cat whose tail was stepped on, and yelled frantically at the young man.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The young man did not get what he wanted, but instead refused to give in.

"Is it possible that not only did she not agree to it, but you have never even met each other. All of this is just a figment of your imagination, just like you didn't hide in the abandoned house to watch the fireworks that night, but sneaked into the village and killed them."

"No! No!" The man opened his mouth and gurgled, as if he was about to lose his voice.

"Is it possible that it wasn't your father who didn't agree to the marriage, but the Lotus family thought your family was too poor and turned down the marriage. You were heartbroken and couldn't continue studying in high school. Your grades plummeted, so you ran away to work. Then you were cheated along the way and became destitute. You were caught stealing a bicycle, burglary, and attempted rape, and were sentenced to five years in prison."

"It sounds much smoother this way, doesn't it?"

"Haha, you idiot! You can't even make up a logical story!"

The young man laughed, walked up to the man and grabbed his hair.

He pulled his head up and faced it towards him.

"look at me!"

"Let me ask you this! You committed rape, and He Hua still cried and said she would wait for you to come out and give birth to a baby for you?!"

"Do you believe it?!"

"You ask that beast to come out and tell me how he made up such a ghost story?!"

"Say!"

The young man’s hands were extremely strong, and the man’s hair was pulled so hard that his scalp was stretched tight.

His words were almost like a fatal blow.

The man on the interrogation chair was rendered speechless.

"Hehe, hahaha."

The man was grabbed by the hair by the young man and his face was covered in blood.

But suddenly he grinned, his teeth bared, and it was a sad smile.

"You're right. Which woman would wait for a poor rapist? Hahaha, I can't even make up a story to fool myself. Hahaha, I'm really a loser!"

After the man finished speaking, his body tilted, as if someone had pulled out his spine.

The cunning, madness and tyranny in him all disappeared.

"Do you remember it?"

The young man said solemnly.

"I remembered."

The man muttered.

"I am a beast, a beast that has killed dozens of people. I dare not look for rich people, and I only dare to harm the elderly, the weak, women and children."

(End of this chapter)