Starting from you are my glory

"Take him away!"

The entire house had been thoroughly searched, and all the evidence had been safely put away. After Lu Xingzhi and Lao Lu confirmed that everything was correct, they waved to Xiao Ming.

"be honest!"

Zhang Sicheng still wanted to struggle in his hands, but that was just the last act of madness. His current state was more like incompetent rage, racking his brains to say something to Wu Jia, but he didn't know where to start.

"You come back to the bureau with us and make a note." Lu Xingzhi glanced at the hesitant Wei Zhengrong and the expressionless Wu Jia, and sighed in his heart.

Wu Jia nodded, said nothing, and followed Xiao Ming out.

After checking the entire room again, he led the team back to the Public Security Bureau.

"How's it going?" Bureau Huo, who was wandering around the office, saw a large group of people returning. Because Zhang Sicheng had been temporarily detained in the interrogation room, Old Huo, who was still unclear about the situation, looked at Lu Xingzhi nervously.

"Everyone and everything was brought back."

"Over there with the physical evidence, Lao Lu has already taken it for examination. He is in the interrogation room. Let him show off his kung fu before going back."

"Okay, okay!" Bureau Huo patted Lu Xingzhi's shoulder excitedly, "If the results of the interrogation are consistent with the information we got, then the truth about the unsolved serial murder case 11 years ago will be completely revealed!"

"Those victims who have not yet been able to find justice, and their families who have been looking forward to it all day long, can now live a stable life!"

Lu Xingzhi didn't say anything, but just nodded to show that he understood. Wei Zhengrong behind him was even more in a daze. Zhang Sicheng's words and Wu Jia's performance just now made him, who was already working hard, feel uncomfortable again. Small blow.

"Come and sit in my office for a while."

Instructing Xiao Ming to take Wu Jia to another office to make notes, Lu Xingzhi brought the silent Wei Zhengrong to his office and closed the door.

"What do you think?"

Lu Xingzhi, who was filling the teacup with tea leaves, stopped what he was doing. Wei Zhengrong's question seemed to have no beginning or end, but Lu Xingzhi knew that he was asking what he thought of Wu Jia.

"A twisted childhood."

"The murderer's father."

"A mother who died because of her own father."

"There's abuse and no friends."

Every time Lu Xingzhi said a word, Wei Zhengrong's back bent a little more.

"It's all my fault." Wei Zhengrong couldn't sit still and leaned on his chair, blaming himself with a dull look in his eyes: "I should have cared about Xiaofu when she died."

"Even if we went to visit him, he might not be the Wu Jia he is now."

"But it's not without good news." Lu Xingzhi thought for a while and analyzed: "It starts with the fact that he said something different from him in front of Zhang Sicheng today."

"He can walk openly and openly in the sunshine. Although he will inevitably suffer comments from the people around him, this is much better than being in the shadow of Zhang Sicheng every day and uncontrollably sliding into darkness."

"You have read more psychology books than me." Wei Zhengrong rubbed his cheeks tiredly, "My mind is in a mess right now."

"Tell me."

"Wu Jia, how will this kid go in the future?"

"I don't know." Lu Xingzhi shook his head. What flashed through his mind was the image of Wu Jia beating himself and stabbing himself with a key.

"He was cruel to himself. From a positive perspective, it was to suppress the criminal consciousness in his heart and prevent himself from being controlled."

"But it also gives us a reminder from the side."

"That is, he is now on the verge of losing control. A slight inadvertence, even a small thing that everyone is accustomed to in life, will become the last straw for him."

"At that point, the consequences are completely unpredictable."

"Do you have any good suggestions?" Wei Zhengrong rubbed his swollen head, "He has grown up. I remember you told me that childhood misfortune takes a lifetime to heal."

"How can Wu Jia be cured if he is like this?"

"I do not know."

This was the second time today that Lu Xingzhi shook his head and said he didn't know. It was also the first time in his more than ten years as a police officer that he felt that the complexity standing in front of him was even more difficult to deal with than those hidden in the darkness!

"I would suggest that he needs professional psychological intervention and treatment."

"But we cannot predict what the ultimate outcome of this treatment will be."

"And it must be done with his own consent. After all, he looks relatively normal now and is not a suspect or criminal."

"I understand." Wei Zhengrong nodded, "I'm going to ask someone to see if there are any experts in psychotherapy in Nandu City."

"Old Wei." Seeing Wei Zhengrong about to leave, Lu Xingzhi did not stop him. He just walked up to him and consoled him in a sincere tone: "Don't carry it yourself if you have something to do."

"You still have us!"

"I know." Lao Wei was silent for a while, said this, and then left the police station.

"Lao Zhu!" Lu Xingzhi looked determined, took Lao Zhu and went straight to the interrogation room where Zhang Sicheng was detained.

......

"Bang!" Lao Zhu violently slapped the table in the interrogation room and shouted loudly to Zhang Sicheng, who had his hands cuffed in front of him: "Are you mute?!"

"Why didn't you answer my question?!"

Ten minutes have passed since the interrogation began. Zhang Sicheng's expression has not changed at all, his face is lifeless, and his lifeless eyes are facing the two people in front of him without focus.

Still no response, Lao Zhu's anger became increasingly uncontrollable. He glanced at the camera in the corner, and his urge to take action became stronger and stronger.

"Click."

The door of the interrogation room opened. Xiao Ming glanced at Zhang Sicheng expressionlessly, then handed the recorder in his hand to Lu Xingzhi, bent down and said to his ear: "Wu Jia said, let the recorder record Let him listen to it, maybe it will work."

"Where's Wu Jia?"

"The transcript has been prepared, and I am sitting in Director Huo's office right now."

"Okay, I understand." Lu Xingzhi nodded, and then after Xiao Ming left the interrogation room, he raised the recorder in his hand towards Zhang Sicheng.

"I want to know Zhang Shanshan..."

"No, it's Wu Jia." The deliberate and obvious slip of the tongue caused Zhang Sicheng to react a little, but not much. It was limited to the movement of his two eyes, but it did not escape Lu Xingzhi, who had been observing him.

If it works, keep going!

"Wu Jia put this under the bed in your bedroom. Let me think about it."

"It took about 63 days of recording."

"That's how he got all the information to report the crime."

"After all." Lu Xingzhi shook the recorder in his hand. This action made Zhang Sicheng's eyes focus and start to rotate following the shaking.

"You would only talk about your criminal experience 11 years ago when you are sick and unconscious."

"But the timing of your attacks is irregular, and there are a lot of repetitions and sometimes indistinguishable mumbling."

"It was really hard to put this all together in the end."

After Lu Xingzhi finished speaking, he paused and carefully observed Zhang Sicheng in front of him.

"It's very difficult for Wu Jia. I have to go to your room every day during the day to confirm whether you were ill last night, whether you shared the details, and whether the details were repeated."

"I think it hurts him every time I hear it, even though he took off his shirt today and the bruises on his back and body looked shocking."

"But I believe that the scars in his heart are far more than what can be seen on his body combined!"

"He is my son!" Zhang Sicheng gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out from between his teeth like a curse.

"He should have gone through the same experiences and suffered the same hardships as I did when I was a child!"

"This way he can understand the meaning of that painting, finally find his true self, and see through this false world!"

"Painting?" Lu Xingzhi asked directly without hesitation: "Is it that painting by Hans?"

"That's the painting." Zhang Sicheng is now acting like a devout believer, embracing his faith. Holiness and sincerity appear on his face, but the filth and evil, darkness and desire inside are also at the same time. Behind him, Lu Xingzhi and Lao Zhu were baring their teeth and claws towards interrogating him.