At the start, remove human limitations and start killing!

Inside the basement.

Zhang Ping sat on a bench, cigarette smoke rising in the dim light, looking at Su Han with a mocking expression.

Su Han finally raised her head.

After taking a deep breath, he asked in a hoarse voice,

"Xu Li, and my sister, what exactly did they say to each other?"

Zhang Ping raised an eyebrow, his contempt deepening.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled, the smoke swirling in the light.

"Oh, so you're finally ready to accept reality?" Zhang Ping crossed his legs and swayed gently.

"Your girlfriend, Xu Li, said."

"You've never had a good relationship with your parents, and you often break things at home."

"They even made threats, saying they'd kill them sooner or later, and your neighbors confirmed that."

At this point, Zhang Ping paused, carefully observing Su Han's expression.

But they found that the blood-stained face remained completely unmoved.

"As for your sister Su Yuyun..." Zhang Ping deliberately dragged out his words.

"She's got a pretty tough life."

"I had seventeen broken bones and ruptured internal organs, but I still managed to get to the hospital."

"He's lying in the ICU now, but he's not dead yet."

Zhang Ping flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued.

"But it's no different from being dead."

"The doctor said that even if she survives, she will be completely paralyzed and will need to be taken care of by others for eating, drinking, and toileting."

"My life is ruined."

At this point, Su Han's eyes flickered slightly, and his gaze sharpened.

"She said, 'I'm the murderer?'"

"Otherwise what?" Zhang Ping scoffed.

He then pulled out a few sheets of paper from his folder, stood up, walked over to Su Han, and unfolded them.

See for yourself.

"This is the statement your sister made herself while she was sober."

Su Han's gaze quickly swept across the document.

The descriptions were nothing more than things like "Su Han was wielding a knife and slashing wildly like a madman," "His parents were begging him, but he couldn't hear them at all," and "There was blood everywhere."

Some of the descriptions are extremely gory.

But the core meaning is very clear.

Witness Su Yuyun identified the murderer as her younger brother, Su Han.

Su Han remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Ping's mocking expression deepened.

He retracted his statement, then reached into his pocket and rummaged through his phone, pulling out several recordings.

"Don't you believe me?"

"Don't panic, I knew you'd react like this."

"Fortunately, we are particular about the integrity of the chain of evidence, so we also have recordings."

He clicked the play button.

A woman's soft, raspy voice, tinged with a sob, played slowly.

"I really didn't know he would do this. I had only heard before that he hated his parents and said that things would be better if they didn't exist, but I thought he was just saying that..."

This is clearly the voice of Su Han's ex-girlfriend, Xu Li.

When did I say such a thing?

Why did Xu Li frame me?

Su Han felt a surge of anger welling up inside him, but he managed to suppress it in this situation.

Meanwhile, the sounds of fear continued in the recording, incredibly lifelike.

"Patrol officers, you absolutely must catch him!"

"Su Han is such a terrifying person. I get chills just thinking about it. What if he did something to me one day..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Zhang Ping then clicked on another section.

The voice in this part is much weaker, barely a whisper.

But every word was filled with deep-seated hatred.

"I saw it with my own eyes. It was Su Han. He killed my parents and beat me like this..."

"I don't understand why he would do that..."

"We were so good to him..."

That's my older sister's voice.

Su Han closed her eyes.

This is my older sister, whom I grew up with.

She knew Su Han's character; how could he possibly do such a thing?

There must be some misunderstanding or other problem involved.

The recording gradually finished playing in the quiet basement.

A deathly silence fell over the room.

"Do you believe me now?" Zhang Ping put away his phone, his playful expression fading slightly.

Instead, there was an extremely serious indifference.

"The chain of evidence is complete, with both witness testimonies and physical evidence."

"Su Han, what else do you have to say?"

Su Han remained silent.

He kept his head down, lost in thought, with only the slight rise and fall of his chest proving that he was still alive.

Zhang Ping paused for a moment, and his expression gradually darkened.

"Damn it, they don't know what's good for them..."

At this time.

Suddenly, a creaking sound came from behind.

The iron gate was pushed open again.

A burly man, also dressed in patrol uniform, walked in unhurriedly, carrying two lunch boxes.

"Brother Yu," Zhang Ping turned around and greeted him.

This man's name is Yu Qiang, and he is also a member of the patrol team, one of the workers.

Yu Qiang nodded, his gaze falling on Su Han.

"This kid hasn't signed it yet?"

"He's incredibly stubborn," Zhang Ping spat. "All sorts of irrefutable evidence are laid out in front of him, but he just won't admit it."

"Looks like I didn't use enough force before." Yu Qiang's face turned cold.

Put down what you are holding

He then picked up a solid wooden stick from the corner of the wall.

The wooden stick was about half an arm's length thick, covered with bloodstains and congealed bloodstains, and showed some wear.

It revealed a fierce aura.

Yu Qiang, carrying a stick, walked up to Su Han.

His face was cold and ruthless.

"You little brat." Yu Qiang gently poked the wound under Su Han's ribs with a stick.

"If you don't sign soon, we won't have much patience left."

"The higher-ups want a perfect case."

"If you just sign obediently, everyone will be saved trouble."

"After all, we can't waste everyone's time just because of one person, can we?"

"If you really don't want to sign..."

Yu Qiang slowly raised the stick, and under the light, the bloodstains gleamed even more.

"We'll have to work overtime all the time."

He raised the stick halfway up the air, about to bring it down.

But at that moment, Su Han finally raised his head.

In his blood-red eyes.

All emotions, whether pain, hatred, or madness, were suppressed.

Only a calm remained, as calm as the sea.

"I believe it."

These three words were spoken very softly, yet they were exceptionally clear.

Yu Qiang's hand, which was holding the stick, suddenly stopped. He exchanged a glance with Zhang Ping, and both of them looked surprised.

"What did you say?" Zhang Ping wondered if he had misheard.

"I said I believed it," Su Han repeated.

"I am the murderer, I confess, I sign."

The basement was silent for a few seconds.

Then Zhang Ping, who initially showed some restraint, began to laugh louder and louder, eventually turning into unrestrained mockery.

"Hahahahaha!"

"I thought you could really hold your tongue, but you still confessed, didn't you?"

"If only you had been this sensible earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much for nothing."

Yu Qiang grinned and casually tossed the stick into the corner of the wall.

"You're smart to back down, kid."

"Put him down, and once he signs the confession, our work is finished."