blackstone code

Chapter 2147

The Commonwealth is rich in psychopaths and criminals.

Is it purely for cultural reasons?
Not necessarily.

There are many first-generation immigrants among some perverted serial killers. They immigrated to the Federation from other countries as adults, and then gradually became psychopathic, and had criminal thoughts, and finally put them into action.

Culture may be part of the incentive, but more of it is the social environment.

Most countries have a clear concept of right and wrong, what is good and what is bad, and they will tell people very clearly.

But in the Federation, the concept of right and wrong, values, have been confused and blurred.

If independent individuals cannot quickly adapt to the federal society, they will be distorted, distorted, and eventually become psychopaths.

Because here you don't know what is right.

A teacher molested a schoolgirl, and the lawyer's defense turned the victim into a suspect!
"To lure the teacher to make mistakes as a threat to ask the teacher to improve his grades" is the defense lawyer's point of view, and he successfully used his ability to persuade the judge.

Let the judge believe that the teacher did something inappropriate, but none of this came from his subjectivity, he was just seduced and made a mistake that all men may make.

Business owners falsified documents to embezzle workers' pensions, and workers who went to the company boss to make a case were thrown in jail for trespassing on private land.

Views of right and wrong, morality and ethics, have been crushed in a capital-first society, and there is not even a dross left.

There is no absolute right or wrong here, as long as you have money, even if you kill someone, there will be many people to help you solve this problem.

From first-degree murder to manslaughter to self-defense, it only takes a certain amount of money.

In such a society that does not distinguish right from wrong, good from bad, and has no moral and ethical constraints, either you follow the trend and become a part of it.

Or, slowly metamorphosis.

The metamorphosis is not caused by anyone, it is the evil result of the development of the federal capital society.

When incompetent people are trapped in some kind of painful vortex, they have no other good way to change the status quo except abnormality.

The little president didn't know this, he just simply thought that he might be a pervert, because he could find something that made him happy from the process of torturing his wife.

Lynch looked at the restless little president, smiled and shook his head, "You just found your own sexuality, it's not a psychopath."

"At least you didn't seriously hurt anyone!"

The little president hesitated, "But I hurt her, I don't know what's wrong, it's like being possessed by a demon."

"I get annoyed when I see her, thinking about...", he said in silence for a while, but soon he realized that Lynch was his best friend.

As the best friend, there is nothing he can't say to him, "...I just think of her sleeping with other men!"

"I'm disgusted and hate her licentious life, so I will want to hurt her!"

"It hurts her!"

"And then I can get some satisfaction and pleasure from it, and I don't think I'm normal."

Lynch, who has experience dealing with these adolescents, asked, "So when you hurt her, did she say no?"

A rhetorical question made the little president's thinking start to follow Lynch's. He was stunned for a moment, and then began to recall.

After a dozen or 30 seconds, he replied in a hesitant and uncertain tone, "She only said 'please' and 'don't hurt me'. Is this considered a rejection?"

Lynch shook his head, "This is obviously not a rejection. I believe you are a kind person. If she really refuses, she can leave."

"But you see, she may have just verbally expressed a willingness, but she didn't actually make an act of refusal, right?"

"She didn't fight back when you hurt her, nor did she refuse to be hurt by you and leave directly."

"Did you limit her ability to act while you were doing something to her?"

"For example, help her, or do some other measures to make her irresistible?"

The little president replied quickly, "Of course not, she can leave at any time!"

In his memory, it does seem to be the case.

At no time did he tie her up to humiliate and hurt her severely, but she obviously looked in pain, but she was unwilling to leave to bear it...

This made the little president even more confused.

Lynch spread his hands, "Look, she could have left any time and she didn't, so you can't hurt anyone."

"And...how is she doing?"

The little president recalled those things in confusion, "I don't know."

"Her voice sounds like she's in pain, but sometimes she... cooperates with me."

Speaking of the little president, he became a little excited, "I don't know what's wrong with me, it's like being tempted by the devil."

"I will swear, swear very viciously, to humiliate her..."

Lynch thought for a while after hearing this, and gave a more pertinent suggestion, "Don't leave tonight, I will take you to meet someone tomorrow, she may give you some help."

"It's very presumptuous to ask, during these processes, will you exchange body fluids?"

The little president nodded and said yes, "Yes."

Only then did Lynch say, "To be honest, you are not considered a psychopath, but a relatively rare sexual fetish."

"Although it's an uncommon fetish, I think you need some professional guidance to keep it from going in the wrong direction."

Hearing that Lynch had suggestions and solutions, the little president was relieved.

He didn't even dare to let his mother know, and now there are only three people in the whole world who know about it.

Him and his wife, and Lynch.

Of course, there might be one more person tomorrow, but generally speaking, this made him feel at ease, and he didn't need to bear the uneasiness and pain because of keeping secrets on his own.

This also makes him feel that Lynch is a person who can be relied on and can solve all his problems at the same time.

At night, the two slept in separate rooms.

Lynch didn't want to be woken up by painful groans in the middle of the night, and at the same time, he needed to let the little president have a good rest time.

The next day, Bu Paine and even the federal newspapers reported on Lynch's birthday party, the invited guests, and even the million-dollar Slem model.

Some newspapers called Lynch the "King of Slem" to reflect his status in the city of Slem!

Representatives of banks, representatives of major consortiums, presidents of the Blackstone Capital Department, and shareholders of the Blackstone consortium...

As for those celebrities and politicians, it is even more unclear.

It's like a microcosm of federal high society, and you'll find most of them there!

Someone commented on Lynch's birthday party in this way, giving it a high evaluation, and at the same time let everyone realize that although he is still the same Lynch from the lower city of Sabine City.

But from yesterday, there have been earth-shaking changes!
In the morning, Lynch dealt with some work matters. In fact, he didn't have so much busy work to do at this stage, if he didn't want to work.

Almost all companies are managed by professional managers, and the board of directors composed of his people and shareholders can ensure that the direction of the company's operations does not deviate from the right track.

There will be a summary at the end of the year and the beginning of the year to let everyone know what we did last year and what we will do next year.

All of these have been audited, and everyone is like a part of a precision instrument, cooperating with each other efficiently.

Except for the work that requires Lynch's personal signature, he can do nothing else.

After eating a little something at noon and taking a nap in the afternoon, Lynch played ball with the little president for a while.

The little president was already going out with Lynch in the afternoon, but he waited until evening.

Fortunately, his day today was not boring. Lynch's manor contained many works of art from Penteo and Gafla.

There are many collections of national treasures among these things, and now they are all collected by Lynch and placed in his showroom.

In addition to these, there is also a game room where you can play ball. Sports are also one of the ways for young people to quickly become good friends.

After dinner, Lynch took the little president and his wife to the city.

In the liveliest area, there is the most secluded small complex, which is a private club.

It provides personal and customized services for a handful of the most powerful and wealthy people in the Federation.

The Duncan family was its major shareholder before, and it was rumored that some people smuggling and slave keeping were also involved here.

After the downfall of the Duncan family, some minority shareholders increased their shareholding, and after several rounds of reorganization, they began to operate again.

Although Lynch has no shares, his words are just as effective here.

"Mr. Lynch, there are two more, please come with me..."

A female manager who looked to be in her thirties appeared in front of them and led the way for them.

This place is like a small villa area. Although each house is not very big, it is very delicate.

They are separated from each other by vegetation walls, and apart from being able to see the buildings in the courtyard from the main gate, they can't see more.

Whether entering or leaving, the governing body here will stagger the time very well.

There will be no embarrassing incidents of guests coming and going to meet each other here.

Some people say that the ugliest crimes are hidden here. Law enforcement agencies such as the Federal Bureau of Investigation have not found any traces of crimes after several investigations. Now the reports are only recorded and will not be processed.

Under the leadership of the manager, the three of them entered a house with an area of ​​more than 200 square meters and two floors.

There are many... instruments of torture in the room?
The moment the little president's wife turned on the light in the room, she wanted to escape.

But the little president took her arm.

A lady who also looked in her 30s and was dressed strangely walked in through a small door on the side.

Her eyes fell on Lynch and the little president, and then she stood aside, lowering her head...

(End of this chapter)