Starting from you are my glory

"Ah."

At this moment, Zhang Sicheng was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, radiating all his evil towards Lu Xingzhi unscrupulously, but what greeted him was Lu Xingzhi's sneer that didn't even move his expression.

"Just a painting can make you like this?"

"It's just a dead object. It's just you who transformed the painting into a god. It's the evil thoughts that already exist in your heart that control you. At the same time, you accept the manipulation of evil thoughts willingly and degenerate!"

Now that you've opened your mouth, don't just shut it up!

Lu Xingzhi took advantage of the victory and pursued it, slamming the table, "The paintings, the guidance, and the responsibilities you talk about are all just excuses for the crimes you committed!"

"Poor excuse!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Facing Lu Xingzhi's almost violent move to uncover his fig leaf, Zhang Sicheng behaved like an exiled old wolf king, sad, miserable but more aggressive.

"You know in your heart whether I'm telling you nonsense!" Faced with Zhang Sicheng's deathbed counterattack, Lu Xingzhi acted even more forcefully, pointed at Zhang Sicheng, and said loudly: "Wu Jia lost her mother when she was young, and then she was abused by you grow up!"

"Look at him, he clearly knows the evil thoughts he has due to his misfortune, but he takes the completely opposite approach to you!"

"You swing at Moran!"

"Swing towards Liu Meng!"

"And the killings of Du Mei and Bai Xiaofu were all used by Wu Jia to swing at himself!"

"This is the biggest difference between him and you!"

"This is also the biggest difference between humans and devils!"

"Desire is meant to be controlled. Those who are controlled by desires are the devil, and those who control desires are humans!"

"Evil thoughts are also a type of desire!"

"Impossible!" Lu Xingzhi's words completely broke his spirit, which had been unstable since he became seriously ill. He kept mumbling, shaking his head crazily, as if he was denying what he just said through his actions.

"He is my son!"

"What he went through is what I went through back then!"

"He will definitely follow the same path as me!"

"I want to blind you!" Seeing Zhang Sicheng's situation, the experienced Lao Zhu immediately understood that now is the best time to interrogate.

"When Moran was killed by you, why couldn't you see your ambition at a glance!"

"Hehehehe." After hearing what Lao Zhu said, Zhang Sicheng, who was still denying it, suddenly laughed nervously, and then murmured in an almost sick tone before Lu Xingzhi and Lao Zhu could react.

"How is it possible to see through me?"

“Every time I spend several months checking out the spots.”

"Especially Moran, when I discovered in the library that she also liked those novels, I had already started to set her as the first piece of art I wanted to create!"

Just as Lao Zhu was about to continue asking, Lu Xingzhi stopped him and said, "Let him speak for himself. We don't want to interfere."

Zhang Sicheng's current situation is very similar to what Wu Jia said before. After getting sick, he was unable to control his thoughts and actions, and would constantly talk about the most profound things in his mind.

For Zhang Sicheng, nothing is more important and profound than the killing of three innocent women 11 years ago and the indirect death of his then-wife Bai Xiaofu.

So, in the small interrogation room, Lu Xingzhi and Lao Zhu turned into listeners and recorders, following the oral accounts of the parties involved in the murder, combined with the details and scenes in the process of solving the case, as if they were personally there, and returned to 11 years ago. Before, start with the Moran case and understand the entire process.

......

"Xiaofu." In the cemetery on the outskirts of the city, the lonely Wei Zhengrong placed a bouquet of flowers in front of Bai Xiaofu's tombstone. Looking at the blurred photo on the tombstone, he took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped it hard and skillfully. got up.

"I saw Shanshan today."

"I'm sorry, 11 years ago, your death was like the last straw for me."

Wei Zhengrong choked and took a deep breath before continuing, "I chose to escape."

"Although in the past 11 years, I often think about the serial murder case, the families of the victims who cried hoarsely in front of me, and their grief and piety when they begged me to catch the murderer and bring him to justice."

"Also, the letter you sent me, and Zhang Shanshan who was crying like a tearful person outside the emergency room of the hospital that day."

"It's all my fault!" In the empty cemetery, Wei Zhengrong also took off his last disguise, tears sliding down the folds on his face in steps, "When I received that call, I rushed out to investigate. When I was young, I met that beast Zhang Sicheng, but I chose to ignore it because of my own guilt!"

"If I could have persisted at that time and crossed the threshold I set for myself, maybe you wouldn't have died, and Shanshan wouldn't have fallen into the hands of that devil and beast for 11 years!!!"

"Shanshan him."

"I don't recognize him anymore. I can see the traces on his face. He is still the same as he was when he was a child, but he has built a thick wall in his heart and is trying hard to restrain himself from being overwhelmed by negative emotions such as darkness and misery. At the same time, he also buried his true heart deeply in it, and I can clearly feel his alienation and isolation from the crowd."

"You don't know, when he was talking to that beast in front of me today, the words that came out of his mouth were so transparent and so calm. They were so transparent that it made me feel bad, and they were so calm. I’m shocked!”

"Also, the way he suppresses the malice in his heart is too extreme. The pain caused by physical suffering can only be of temporary use. It is slight and short-lived. It will also produce pathological dependence and satisfaction. When he gets used to this feeling, the malice will If he crosses the defense line he tried his best to build without being noticed, then it will be too late!"

"I am anxious."

After talking for a long time, Wei Zhengrong took off his glasses and wiped his face vigorously with a handkerchief, "Xingzhi told me."

"Although Shanshan can still restrain and control himself now, he has suffered a lot after all. Maybe a small thing in life will completely crush and defeat him."

"But don't worry, since I meet Shanshan again 11 years later, I won't let him lose from my hands again!"

"I'm already looking for the best psychology experts in our southern city. If they can't be found in Nandu, I'll take Shanshan to a bigger city, no matter what."

Wei Zhengrong took a deep breath and looked directly at the black and white photo on the tombstone with a calm smile, "I will definitely take good care of Shanshan!"

"This is my promise to you."

"It's my own salvation!"

......

"Do you have any plans for your life and future?"

In the director's office, Director Huo took a candy from his drawer and handed it to Wu Jia, who was sitting obediently on the sofa.

"Are you working now?"

"Thank you." Wu Jia stood up, took the candy and put it on the coffee table, "I worked for a while before, but I resigned more than two months ago."

"Yeah." Director Huo pondered for a while, "Then do you need me to introduce you to a job?"

"Although it may not be suitable for you, it can at least serve as a transitional role."

"Earning some money can not only support yourself, but also help you accumulate some funds. In the process, you can also find a job you like without any delay."

"No need." Faced with the olive branch handed over by Director Huo, Wu Jia shook his head, "Although I no longer have a job, it doesn't mean that I don't have a way to make money."

"You may not believe it. Although my grades are not good and I only went to a technical secondary school, my computer skills are not bad. During this period, in addition to taking the necessary time to confirm the contents of the recorder, I will go to Internet cafe, pick up some programming jobs online."

“I earn much more than I did before working.”

"That's good." As long as you don't isolate yourself, you won't go to extremes easily. "But have you ever thought about doing something else?"

"After all, the Internet cafe is a mixed bag."

Director Huo was worried that the child in front of him had finally escaped from the shadow of his bastard father and would not be led astray by the unscrupulous people entrenched in the Internet cafe.

"I'm going to open a flower shop."

Speaking of this, Wu Jia's expression softened visibly, which showed that his words just came from the heart, "I have already scouted the places."

"I'm going to take advantage of this period of time to take over that store."

"After all." Wu Jia glanced at the interrogation room uncontrollably.

"I can't live in that place."

Not only because of the seizure, but also because of the past that he deliberately buried.