Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 60 The Ungrateful Wolf 17
This provoked Qi Sufeng's anger, making it much easier to get her to speak again.

Every interrogation sentence was laced with verbal provocation and rebuke. She was like an overturned trash can, dumping out all her malice and cursing each "filial child" in a gloomy tone.

"They're all disgusting bastards! Their mothers take care of everything for them, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation. But they're born bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong, born to seek out men who are on their side, and then they beat up the people who treat them the best! When their mothers and grandmothers are bullied and feel embarrassed, the men are secretly pleased, and they act as their henchmen. In the end, they shamelessly use this as a pledge of loyalty, and are picked up and praised by their fathers and grandfathers. Don't you think these kinds of children should be taught a lesson?"

"Should this kind of child be loved? Every mother loves her child and assumes that children should naturally love their mothers in return. The worst revenge they can take is to suffer for a while, lie in bed, lock themselves in the kitchen and cry, and plan to ignore their child for a couple of days. How is that enough? Society is so cruel to every adult, why should they be allowed to escape? Ungrateful children should be punished accordingly!"

“They haven’t been taught enough lessons. They’re very obedient in front of me. They’ll kneel down and apologize when I tell them to. Even if I beat them hard and pinch them until they bleed, they won’t dare to cry out. They’re very good at reading people’s expressions.”

As she spoke, a blissful smile appeared on her aged face.

Officer An sneered: "So you gained a sense of accomplishment and control from all these things, is that it? Like many Zeng Haos kneeling in front of you, crying and begging for forgiveness, saying that you are the one I love most, and that it wasn't intentional for him to kick you when he helped his father?"

"Other serial killers, even if they want to gain a sense of accomplishment, choose victims who are high and mighty, successful and famous. Only you, your revenge is so childish. Actually, you just can't forget Zeng Hao's betrayal, right? So even if you set fire to him and killed him, even if you left that place of heartbreak and lived with your parents for several years, you still can't swallow that anger. But even though you are 'mentally unstable,' you can still distinguish between the strong and the weak. Just like your son Zeng Hao, you bully the weak and fear the strong. You don't dare to kill a tall and strong man like Zeng Qingxiang, so you can only hurt your child."

Qi Sufeng stared at him menacingly: "What kind of morally upright person are you pretending to be here? It's only because you weren't the one who got hurt. You're a good policeman, but are you a good father? A good man? Do you know that your son might do the same to his mother and grandmother? You don't know, and you probably don't care. Zeng Qingxiang didn't care either. That child's name is Yu Dong, right? His father didn't care either, and he was even holding the child and happily saying that his son was really strong. If I weren't so weak, I really would have killed that man surnamed Yu. Both father and son are dogs, bastards."

"Do you know how difficult life is for women who are in the positions of mothers and grandmothers? Why make things even worse for them?" Zheng Yan said earnestly.

"Whether the child's bad behavior was caused by being taught bad things or was born with malice, it's someone else's business. The children were born with great difficulty, and no mother would want to solve problems by killing someone. What you've done over the past ten years has actually added malicious speculation and public ridicule to their already difficult lives. Do you think they would thank you? Don't spread your mistakes around to make yourself seem great."

Qi Sufeng was taken aback by his words, then her eyes bulged, and she shouted in a rough voice, "I'm helping them teach those ingrates a lesson! It's better not to have kids like that! Those bastards are all ungrateful wretches, the scum of society. They might grow up to be the murderers who killed them. I'm helping..."

Officer An rudely interrupted her: "Your crimes are undeniable. We don't want to hear you go on and on about your grievances and your greatness. Just tell us the details and location of your crimes. Where was the basement you used to imprison those children eleven years ago?"

"...Oh, you want to know this. Why should I tell you? If you're so capable, let that child from back then revisit the place based on his memories and find it." Qi Sufeng's laughter and anger switched particularly quickly, making her somewhat neurotic.

Seeing their serious expressions, she leaned forward, propped herself up on the table, and said maliciously, "Or you can have that fat guy who escaped this time come and keep me company again, and I'll tell you."

If Zhu Muyang were to come, the child would be terrified.

"You won't agree?" Qi Sufeng continued to laugh, her wide-open mouth revealing her not-so-clean, loose teeth. "It's okay, actually I don't know where this basement is. I didn't do what happened eleven years ago. Has anyone seen my face? Has anyone found the rope from back then? Who knows if you just don't want to bother investigating further, so you insist on pinning these two similar cases on me?"

This was a threat; even facing certain death, she still thought she held the upper hand and wanted to make demands. Officer An was about to reprimand her when Qi Sufeng suddenly changed the subject, her face contorted as she said, "But if you tell me who suddenly appeared and saved that child that night, I'll tell you everything."

Zheng Yan's expression hardened: "This is not something you should know. I advise you to tell the truth!"

Outside the interrogation room.

The sunlight streaming obliquely into the police station entrance dissipated amidst the hurried footsteps of passersby, and gradually night fell once more.

Tan Jia kneaded dough in her hands, just like the victims' families sitting stiffly in the corridor, waiting for the final moment when the murderer would be caught.

There was a moment of silence in the corridor, so quiet that she wondered if she could hear the unstable breathing of the family members.

As the rain began to fall outside, the sound of the rain gradually drowned out all other subtle noises, and the cool breeze dispelled the waning heat of early summer, while the creeping chill made one's knees stiff.

When the interrogation room finally opened, Liu Maoshui and the others stood up abruptly. Having sat for so long, they were so excited that they almost lost their balance and nearly lunged forward. Their hateful and angry gazes swept over the people being held behind them.

"Sister Qi?" Liu Maoshui murmured, incredulous. "It's you? Sister Qi?"

Qi Sufeng had stayed up all night and was exhausted, looking even older than before, her cloudy eyes never lifting.

Liu Maoshui rushed over, pushing aside Zheng Yan and the others, and desperately reached out to grab her, his eyes red with anger as he demanded, "Sister Qi! That's my only son! You even held him when he was born! Why did you do this? Ah, why?! What did he do to offend you? He's only six or seven years old!"

He was stopped by the police, but Qi Sufeng was still pulled twice and almost fell down, the handcuffs on her hands clanging.

“He was indeed well-behaved when he was first born, chubby and fair-skinned. I remember your wife almost had a difficult childbirth with him,” Qi Sufeng grinned, her face smiling, but her tone was full of malice. “But you only cared about giving birth and not about raising him. Look at what he’s become. He punches and kicks his own mother and insults the elderly. He’s so annoying. You can tell what a child will be like at three years old. I’m helping you eliminate potential problems in advance. Otherwise, when they grow up, it will be you parents who get killed.”

Liu Maoshui's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. Tears fell before he roared. He seemed unable to bear the shock and took two steps back, bumping into the other family members behind him who were trembling with anger.

Qi Sufeng sighed, "Look at you all, why are you crying so bitterly? Before the child died, I didn't see you loving the child much. Some of you cheated on yourselves, some beat women, some beat the children. You didn't spend much time with the child at home, and you never seriously educated him. Sometimes you went out to find other women or gamble, and some didn't come home for days. How come you suddenly love him so much after he died?"

(End of this chapter)