Starting from you are my glory

"Snapped!"

Just when everyone was shocked by Zhang Sicheng's vicious roar, Wei Zhengrong, who had been silent until now, strode forward, stretched out his hand without warning, exerted all his strength, and gave Zhang Sicheng a big mouth.

According to Xiao Ming's later recollection, Master Wei's slap made him, who was holding Zhang Sicheng hard behind him, tilt to the other side uncontrollably.

The strength is so great.

It's a pity that Zhang Sicheng's teeth are still in good condition. Except for the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, not a single tooth has been lost.

"What right do you have to hit me!"

The interrupted Zhang Sicheng was like a bad wolf, "It was you back then!"

"If it weren't for you! Why would Xiaofu think of divorcing me!!!"

"If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!"

"She died because of you!!!"

"I'm sorry, Xiaofu." Faced with Zhang Sicheng's almost personal roar, Wei Zhengrong did not refute, but nodded tiredly, "My choice was wrong from the beginning."

"My subsequent choices were even more wrong. I am responsible for Xiaofu's death."

"I won't argue."

"But him!" Wei Zhengrong suddenly raised his voice, pointing at Zhang Shanshan who was so calm that he didn't look like a person outside the door and said: "He is your and Xiaofu's son!"

"He was a kid 11 years ago!"

"He is innocent!"

"Why don't you even spare your own child?!"

"Child?" Zhang Sicheng glanced at Zhang Shanshan outside the door, "My child?"

"I am his father, and he can report me to you! Then what kind of son is he?!"

"I'm not his son." Wei Zhengrong was about to speak when, outside the door, Zhang Shanshan, who had been silent from the beginning, spoke.

"Since you pulled that belt off me 11 years ago, I no longer have a home."

While walking and talking, he took off his shirt as he talked. In the early autumn, which was already getting colder, he only wore a coat more than in summer. Within a few seconds, Zhang Shanshan, shirtless, appeared in front of everyone.

"see it?"

On his back, there were dense scars, old and new, all of which were accusations of the abuse he had suffered.

"When you first hit me."

"I still wonder if I did something wrong."

Everyone who was originally shocked by the scar came back to their senses because of Zhang Shanshan's words.

"My grades have always been very good. I take care of myself every day. I have not shown any of my longing for home and the true meaning of the name father in front of you!"

"But even so." Zhang Shanshan stretched out his arm and scratched across the scar bit by bit, stumbling and not smooth at all.

"What I got was a lasting beating and a lifeless place to call home."

"When I figured it out, I knew that since I was beaten for the first time 11 years ago, I no longer have a home."

"Shanshan." Wei Zhengrong's eyes dodge, not daring to look at the scars. He is a criminal police officer who has been transferred from the army. What kind of stab wounds and gunshot wounds have he not seen? But today, the scars of different colors on the pale skin made him afraid to look directly.

It's shameful, it's impossible to face it, and it's a merciless ridicule to myself!

"My name is not Shanshan."

"I changed my name."

"My name has been Wu Jia since 11 years ago."

Zhang Shanshan, no, Wu Jia walked up to Zhang Sicheng and stared into Zhang Sicheng's eyes calmly.

"Hahahahaha!" Zhang Sicheng, who had already calmed down, started laughing again without any warning. He was so hysterical that he started coughing while laughing. The coughing was so violent that it made people feel like he was going to die in the next second. The illusion of coughing out your entrails.

"No, no." Zhang Sicheng calmed down and took a few deep breaths, "Even if you change your name without leaving any trace, there is no way to erase the fact that you are my son, Zhang Sicheng!"

"You come from me!"

"You!" Zhang Sicheng's high-pitched voice echoed in the room, "You will definitely follow the same path as me!!!"

"Snapped!"

Another slap sounded, and red and swollen marks appeared on his face, but it was not on Zhang Sicheng's face, but on Wu Jia's face. It was not slapped by others, but by himself.

"Look."

"That's the difference between me and you."

Under Zhang Sicheng's disbelieving gaze, Wu Jia rubbed the redness and swelling on his face and chuckled, "I admit it."

"Under your words and deeds day after day, year after year, especially when I first knew your true identity as a murderer."

"The first time I knew that you were the cause of my mother's death."

"I felt like my whole world was falling apart."

Wu Jia's expressionless narration made Wei Zhengrong feel the coldness in his heart.

"From that day on, every night, the devilish crooning sounded in my ears and I opened my eyes."

"What I saw was boundless darkness."

"Loneliness, guilt, and overwhelming blood overwhelmed me layer by layer."

"I even saw Mo Lan, Liu Meng, Du Mei, and my mother among them."

"They were all reaching towards me and making inexplicable shouts. I wanted to retreat and hide, but it was no use!"

Wu Jia's originally flat voice began to tremble, as if he was now in it.

"Just when I was at a loss, the devil's voice sounded."

"He told me that as long as I, like you, kill people, complete art, and fulfill my natural mission, I can escape from this state!"

"Pah!!!" A more violent slap sounded, even causing Wu Jia to hit the table and chair.

"But it's not right." There was blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Zhang Sicheng with wide eyes in front of him, Wu Jia smiled and said, "I'm not you."

"I am me."

"The whispers of the devil have not died away."

"Your blood is still flowing in my body."

"But." Wu Jia took out the key from his pocket, and before anyone else could react, he stabbed the sharp part into his palm.

"Shanshan!" Wei Zhengrong belatedly took the key away from his hand and shouted to Lao Lu to get the medicine box and bandage it quickly.

"No need." Wu Jia took his hand away from Wei Zhengrong's and said in a calm tone: "Please call me Wu Jia."

"Officer Wei!"

The distant title instantly made Wei Zhengrong freeze on the spot, and memories suddenly began to flood back. He remembered that winter afternoon in the NTU laboratory, when he was playing with Wu Jia now and Zhang Shanshan back then.

At that time, Shanshan was such a pure, lovely and good boy!

"Look." Wu Jiali raised his bleeding hand in front of Zhang Sicheng, "Half of this is yours."

"I can't deny it."

"This is the mark you imposed on me. From the moment I was born, I can't get rid of it in my life."

"But I'm different from you."

"You are a murderer and I am not."

Wu Jia shook his head, put his palm to his mouth, smelled tentatively, then stuck out his tongue and licked it gently.

"It doesn't smell good at all, and the taste is even worse."

Under Zhang Sicheng's confused eyes, Wu Jia casually took out a tissue and pressed it hard on his bleeding palm.

"You get pleasure from killing people, and you rely on her screams to make up for the emptiness and fear in your weak heart."

"I'm different."

"Although I am weak, I punish myself to curb the evil thoughts in my heart."

"Rely on the remaining happiness from childhood to resist the erosion of darkness."

"As you can see, it's difficult, it's tough."

Wu Jia sighed, "Actually, I decided to report you today. Standing at the door of the Public Security Bureau, I felt as if I was frozen, with good and evil constantly intertwined in my heart. It was a really difficult step to take!"

"But I finally took that step!"

Wu Jia smiled happily, "Although you are seriously ill and won't live long, I still want to see you accept the trial of the law and bring comfort to the people you killed and their families."

"It also gives me more strength to resist the darkness!"

"If this increases, the other will not increase."

"I firmly believe that I will resist or even defeat the darkness. At the worst, I will not be as cowardly as you and indulge in the darkness."

"So, I'm different from you."

"Zhang Sicheng!" This was the first time, the first time in this life, and it might be the last time in this life. Wu Jia shouted at his biological father in front of him: "You and I are different!"