I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind was like a blade.

Shen Feng stood in the shadow of a tall building in the distance, like a ghost in the dark.

The ghost's eyes penetrated the curtain of night and quietly stared at He Chunpeng's villa.

Not long ago, that was his stage, but now, everything has ended.

He tilted his head jokingly: "Hehehe... Ladies and gentlemen, the performance is over, hehehe..."

He lowered his head and let out a weird laugh from his throat.

As he laughed, his shoulders swayed slightly in the night.

"The fourth one... Hehe, there are still ninety-six, hehe..."

Shen Feng's enemies, those who can be named, are exactly one hundred.

Among these one hundred people, the so-called social elites, there are dignitaries, philanthropists, gangsters...

Almost all walks of life.

They may have intersections, or they may not know each other.

The alliance is like a huge mechanical instrument in the dark.

Each member is a gear, turning mechanically.

But due to the darkness, no one can see the appearance of other gears.

In addition, he has another enemy.

Another enemy who is not an enemy - Zhong Haiyang.

Ten years ago, Zhong Haiyang mistakenly regarded a phone call as a prank.

If...

If Zhong Haiyang at that time was willing to pay attention! Maybe it can't save other things, but maybe, it can save Shen Feng's sister Shen Xiaoyu!

But everything is irreversible.

He just thought it was a prank call!

Although Zhong Haiyang has been punished since then. Exiled here, his career has plummeted.

But Shen Feng can't let it go.

He wants to punish his soul in this way!

This is the case with Liu Ruxu, Wu Jun, and Hu Delin.

This is also the case with He Chunpeng!

He will let Zhong Haiyang fully experience the abyss of despair.

The irony of fate is that Zhong Haiyang became so persistent because of the Shen family tragedy.

But now, the masked man he is tracking is the survivor of the Shen family tragedy.

Zhong Haiyang, without knowing it, is trying to hunt down the man who is trying to avenge his family.

Every effort and every decision he makes unconsciously collides with Shen Feng's revenge plan.

It also collides with his own path to redemption.

What will happen when he learns the truth of everything one day?

As Shen Feng said: Your hell has just begun!

"Everyone, let's play together next time, goodbye." Shen Feng spoke again.

There was a hint of playfulness, a hint of provocation, and a hint of reluctance in his voice.

He was enjoying the last moment of this game, enjoying the pleasure of dancing at the cusp of the storm and controlling everything in danger and excitement.

Shen Feng took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

The mobile phone was not his, but He Chunpeng's.

He casually threw the formatted mobile phone into the snow on the ground, then put his hands in his pockets and turned away.

The figure gradually blurred in the night, like a stroke in an ink painting, gradually blending into the background.

His farewell was like a silent drama, and what was left after the curtain fell was silence.

Behind him, the police in the villa area were still searching everywhere.

The beams of flashlights intersected in the darkness, cutting the curtain of the night.

In the villa, the police officers led by Zhong Haiyang were still busy.

They tried to solve the mystery and try to find the mysterious masked man.

But they didn't know that the real murderer had already gracefully withdrawn from the game under their noses.

In the night wind, there seemed to be a whisper of Shen Feng: "The story has just begun..."

...

The next day.

The morning light shone through the window of the task force office and sprinkled on the messy desk.

The tired faces of the police officers looked even heavier in the new day.

Last night's failure was like a huge rock pressing down on everyone's heart, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Zhong Haiyang sat at the end of the conference table, his eyes bloodshot, obviously he had not slept all night.

He Chunpeng's autopsy report was spread out on the conference table, and Zhong Haiyang and the members of the task force sat around.

The report recorded the results of He Chunpeng's autopsy in detail, and every line of text seemed to be silently telling the tragic scene of the crime.

"According to the autopsy report, He Chunpeng had suffered a fatal injury of slashing his throat before being burned." Forensic doctor Cheng Sixue pointed to a detail in the report.

"It is clearly stated here that the wound on the throat is deep and neat, almost cutting off the trachea and carotid artery."

Wang Qian frowned and added: "This means that he was already dead when he was burned, and burning is more like an aftermathmeans of disposing of the body."

"No." Cheng Sixue shook his head: "Although this is a fatal injury, the victim will not die immediately, but will die after a painful and bloody struggle."

Someone asked: "If cutting the throat is a fatal injury, why did the murderer burn the body? To cover up the evidence?"

Cai Xiaoming slammed the table in anger, his voice full of anger: "This is not just covering up evidence, it is a provocation!"

"He wants to tell us that he can control everything!"

Cheng Sixue sighed and continued: "According to the evidence of the on-site investigation, the murderer poured gasoline on He Chunpeng after cutting his throat."

"Then use a rope as a fuse to ignite it, and the fire will spread little by little."

"Until the end, ignite the dying He Chunpeng, causing him greater pain. "

Everyone's expression changed slightly.

They had seen many cruel criminals.

But there were very few who were so cruel and could remain so calm.

Zhong Haiyang's eyes swept across the faces of the team members one by one, and finally fixed on Lu Meihua.

"Officer Lu, please tell me first, the important clues you found last night."

Zhong Haiyang's voice was hoarse, revealing a trace of fatigue.

Lu Meihua nodded, she put her mobile phone on the table, and the screen showed a photo of the wall clock.

"We were fooled by him." Her voice was calm, but with a trace of unwillingness: "The wall clock in the villa was set ten minutes ahead, and all of us were misled by this time difference."

Cai Xiaoming slammed his fist on the table and said angrily: "That bastard, how dare he play with us so blatantly! "

Zhang Yiyang was leaning lazily on the back of his chair with a U-shaped pillow.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his voice lazily: "He not only dared, but also did it. His plans are always so precise, but they are always full of risks."

"Why is that?" someone asked.

Zhang Yiyang shrugged: "Pursue excitement and follow through to the end."

"For such a criminal, he enjoys the pleasure of killing and the excitement brought by the uncertainty in the "game."

"Although this kind of excitement may be dangerous to him, I have seen countless and experienced many cases. Almost all criminals of this kind have this mentality."

Zhong Haiyang said: "We can't be led by his rhythm. Now, we need to re-examine the case and find his flaws. "

Lu Meihua nodded, and then looked at the police officer in charge of physical evidence management.

The police officer nodded in understanding, and soon, all the evidence found last night was displayed in front of everyone.

The evidence was packed in evidence bags of varying sizes.

An empty mineral water bottle that was once used to hold gasoline, two strands of hair, a small piece of translucent substance that was almost the size of dust, and a section of burned rope.

These were almost all the meaningful evidence collected last night.