Detective: Start with capturing and retrieving the dog

Chapter 143 Personality Rewriting
Led by Huo Lan, Han Xin came to the door of a bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

"Dong Hao, someone is looking for you." Huo Lan knocked on the door and said.

"Who will look for me? Let him go as far as he can!" Zhang Donghao growled inside, "You go too!"

But Huo Lan still opened the door, then turned to Han Xin and said, "You have seen the situation, you can talk to him yourself."

The moment the door was opened, Han Xin smelled a stench coming towards his face. It was a smell of sweat mixed with damp and rotting meat, which made him a little nauseous.

Zhang Donghao himself was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone in his hand.His hair was long, his body was dirty, and there was water and some food on the bedside table, as well as a large amount of painkillers.

Even Han Xin never thought that he would see such a miserable scene.

But when he saw it was Han Xin, Zhang Donghao was stunned on the spot, unable to utter a word: his expression was very complicated, mixed with surprise, doubt, unwillingness and shame, obviously at this moment he knew that he had lost.

"To be honest, I never thought we would meet in this way." Han Xin said, pulling a bench from the side and sat down. "Then let's talk. What do you want to say to me?" ?"

"Kill me if you have the ability." Zhang Donghao gritted his teeth and said, "Anyway, living like this is better than dying."

"Wrong." Han Xin smiled slightly, "You dare not die, and you don't want to die. You want to take revenge on your parents for treating you back then, but when you find out that your parents really want to abandon you, you are afraid again."

"If it wasn't for them, would I have become what I am today?!" Zhang Donghao roared.

"Don't blame others, if you want to blame, blame yourself." Han Xin turned to look at Huo Lan, "Your family conditions are better than most people, even if you are like this, your mother has always taken care of you .What else can you blame her for?"

"She made me become like this!" Zhang Donghao said through gritted teeth.

"You did it yourself." Han Xin said coldly, "Your disease was discovered very early, as long as you keep exercising, you can live like a normal person. But you want your parents to think that they caused you to be like this Yes, you want to make them feel guilty, and then enjoy that twisted vengeance when they apologize to you."

Zhang Donghao's breathing quickened, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Han Xin, but he couldn't speak.

"As a result, the most unexpected thing happened at this time." Han Xin raised his legs and smiled, "Your parents gave birth to another daughter, which is your sister. So you are afraid, and you know that your parents have given up treatment. Well, you don't dare to be unscrupulous anymore, you can only vent your anger on the Internet."

But although Han Xin said it mercilessly, he also had a headache in his heart: how should he punish this guy?

Zhang Donghao has no ability to bear criminal responsibility for his virtue. Even if he really induced others to commit suicide and succeeded, the court will not sentence him in the end.

After all, Zhang Donghao's current situation is equivalent to going to prison for the rest of his life.

However, Han Xin can't just let him escape punishment like this, he needs to be taught a lesson.

But what to do?
He can't post it on the Internet. Posting this kind of video on the Internet is to code the characters, and it is illegal to lead Internet violence.

After thinking about it, Han Xin suddenly had an idea: Maybe he can refer to the practice of "Moriarty".

Of course, it is the opposite.

Moriarty magnifies the evil in human nature, and he in turn magnifies the good in human nature, turning Zhang Donghao from a bad person into a good person artificially.

If Moriarty could do it, he should too.

The essence of the law punishing a person is actually to make him regret what he has done.

Han Xin can't punish Zhang Donghao with the law, but he can be punished in another way.

Thinking that Han Xin had already made up his mind, he went outside and had a talk with Huo Lan.

"Has he been like this since he was a child?" Han Xin asked curiously.

"That's not true. I didn't have any other problems in the past except that I could steal money. It was mainly after I knew I had the disease." Huo Lan shook his head and said, "The money he stole didn't actually use it to do bad things. It’s like going to an Internet cafe, treating friends to something to eat.”

"What about the child?" Han Xin pointed to the younger sister downstairs, "What does she think of my brother?"

"Her name is Zhang Chenxi." Huo Lan smiled. "This child makes me feel more at ease. She always said that when she grows up, she will take care of her brother. She is also good at studying and very sensible."

"I see." Han Xin nodded, "That Zhang Donghao's disease..."

"Actually, as long as he works hard to recover, he can still stand up again, but it's too painful and he doesn't want to train. He has undergone two surgeries on his knee, and now he can barely get down and walk." Huo Lan sighed worriedly, "He He is already resistant to all kinds of painkillers, and he has developed a lot of bed sores because of lying still. This child may not live long."

Han Xin pondered for a while, and then continued: "Can you let me talk to him alone?"

Huo Lan nodded, turned around and went downstairs, while Han Xin returned to the room and sat down again.

"What else do you want to say!?" Zhang Donghao roared angrily, "You won, you found me, so what?! Come on, call the police and arrest me! Take me to jail and shoot me! "

"Do you know what the flowers your sister and your mother planted downstairs are called?" Han Xin pointed out the window.

"The ghost knows what they are planting, anyway, I wish I could die soon!?" Zhang Donghao snorted coldly.

"That's actually not a rose, but a flower called 'Shijunzi'." Han Xin said with a smile, "Its flower language is 'good health', which means I hope you can recover soon."

Zhang Donghao froze for a moment, then fell silent.

"Ankylosing spondylitis is actually not a disease that cannot be cured. The famous singer Jay Chou also has this disease, but he lives well." Han Xin continued, "Did you know that your sister said that she will take care of you when she grows up?" ?Although you think she was used by your parents to replace you, but I dare say that she must have a good relationship with you, right?"

"She...is very annoying." Zhang Donghao turned his face away and said, "She always comes to annoy me when I am playing games."

"But she gave you pure, unconditional love." Han Xin added, "Because you are her brother."

Starting from Zhang Donghao's sister and his childhood experience, Han Xin gave Zhang Donghao psychological counseling, letting him understand how different his life could have been, and that he himself ruined his life.

When Zhang Donghao let go of his vigilance, Han Xin started hypnosis and imposed psychological hints on him.

The psychological hint he exerted on Zhang Donghao was his younger sister Zhang Chenxi.

Because the root of Zhang Donghao's hatred of women comes from his hatred of his mother and the threat of his sister to his survival, as long as he let him get rid of his hatred of his mother and the threat of his sister, his psychological problems will naturally be solved.

So whenever Zhang Donghao complains about his life again or shrinks back, he will think of his sister's love for him.

"Why did you do this?" Zhang Donghao looked out the window and asked lightly, his expression seemed to have regained his composure, and the anger in his heart had been extinguished.

"Don't get me wrong, this is not your salvation, but your curse." Han Xin stood up and said, "You must find a way to atone for your sins and repay the debts you owe. Otherwise, this sense of guilt will torture you lifetime."

Then, Han Xin turned to ask: "How many victims do you have under your hands?"

"Fu Minhui is my first target." Zhang Donghao said flatly.

"So no one has died because of you." Han Xin replied, "Then go apologize and reconcile, and take responsibility yourself."

Zhang Donghao looked out of the window silently, and after a while he said, "Can you call my mother?"

After listening to Han Xin's brief explanation, Huo Lan went upstairs soon.

Han Xin didn't want to disturb the conversation between the mother and son, so he waited downstairs.

At this time, Han Xin suddenly felt someone tugging on his sleeve, and looked down, and saw the cute little girl looking up at him.

"Are you going to arrest my brother?" Zhang Chenxi looked at him innocently.

Han Xin didn't answer directly, but squatted down in front of her, and said with a smile, "Do you like brother?"

"I like it!" Zhang Chenxi nodded with a smile, "He is very good at playing games, and he also helped me type up the segments of my account. The classmates in my class are very envious of me."

"Have you played mobile games at such a young age?" Han Xin sighed, "Remember to supervise your brother in the future?"

"Supervisor?" The little girl asked puzzledly, "What do you supervise him for?"

"Mom will tell you." Han Xin touched the top of her head, "I will tell my mother later, and uncle will leave first."

Even if this matter is over now, Zhang Donghao will either desperately endure the pain to recover and turn his life around, or he will continue to behave badly and live his life in guilt.

No matter which path he chooses, he will suffer greatly.

But Han Xin didn't think it was a redemption for Zhang Donghao. The so-called redemption was for his mother and sister, but for Zhang Donghao it was a curse.

After all, what better punishment is there for a bad guy to be turned into a good guy against his will?
Just when he was about to leave the villa area, he saw Huo Lan pushing Zhang Donghao who was in a wheelchair, and Zhang Chenxi was watching the flowers they planted in the yard together.

Artificially distorting a person's personality from evil to good, Han Xin doesn't know whether what he is doing is right or wrong, but he is a bit resistant to this ability: this sense of "taboo" makes him shudder.

On the way back to the caravan, he received a call from Ling Yan.

"He apologized to me." Ling Yan explained over there, "He explained his situation to me, and I think he is also quite miserable. Do you think I should reconcile?"

"You can decide for yourself," Han Xin replied.

(Monthly ticket thanks list is as follows)
　Thanks Wu Ming for the reward.

　　Thanks to Luoye 18710, book friend 20200414200749340, and the second battalion commander's Italian cannon monthly pass
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