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"What did you say?" Qiao Qiao looked at him in a daze.

Their eyes met, Qiao Qiao stared into Xing Xin's eyes blankly for a moment, then smiled.

"You probably misunderstood. Aren't you all abroad before? How did you meet me?"

Xing Xin didn't speak, he looked away, and his eyes fell on Qiao Qiao's press card on the table.

The bottom is blue and white, and a two-inch photo is pasted in the middle. The hair is not teddy, and the mouth is not smiling. haggard.

Xingxin continued to look down... [Ministry of Social and Humanities——Qiao Qiao]

It was an unfamiliar name, and he probably remembered it wrong.

Qiao Qiao's press card is of course fake. A few days ago Gao Qian took him to take a photo of his ID, and then found someone to make a fake card for him. At the time of taking the photo, Qiao Qiao was in his most unstable state. As ugly as it can be.

Qiao Qiao clicked on a picture, intending to continue asking questions, when he turned his head and saw Xingxin looking at his ID, Qiao Qiao looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he slapped the table and closed Xing Xin's pupils shrank for his own press card, startled.

"Does your hand hurt?"

"pain……"

Qiao Qiao pursed his lips and was about to cry, but Xing Xin laughed "puchi", curling the corners of his mouth, looking at the little reporter in front of him, feeling a little interesting.

After that, I continued to ask two questions, both of which were quite boring. According to Gao Qian’s words, the questions should be relaxed. After asking a question that made Xingxin hard to resist, I had to say two or three more simple and easy ones. for example……

"Have you ever had a puppy or a cat?"

Xing Xin's expression looked a little dazed, but in fact he was just wondering. He looked at Qiao Qiao as if he was looking at a serious mentally handicapped.

At this time, the prison guard next to him interrupted Qiao Qiao, his face was a little ugly, "I'm a little uncomfortable, go out for a while, I'll call Police Wang, why hasn't he come back after washing his face."

The prison guard next to him ate something at noon. It was the pickles he brought back from his hometown. It had been stored for a long time, but it didn’t look bad, so he ate a few mouthfuls. I feel sick to my stomach.

The prison guard walked to the door and called another prison guard. After half a minute, the other end was connected.

"Where are you? It takes so long to wash your face?"

"I'm in the bathroom. Your pickles are poisonous. If you eat them, you'll urinate."

The prison guard was dumbfounded. At this moment, Qiao Qiao poked his head out, "Brother Prison Guard, if you feel unwell, go quickly, I'm fine here alone."

"Uh... well, I'll be right back, you... don't get too close to him."

After the prison guard finished speaking, he turned around and trotted away, apparently in a hurry.

Qiao Qiao closed the door and sat back on the chair. Xing Xin's hands were handcuffed to both sides of the narrow table. He looked at Qiao Qiao, his brows slightly stretched, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid of you?"

"Because I killed 26 people, I am a death row inmate, and I have a history of mental illness." He seemed to be stating the facts, or in other words, the facts he was instilling in himself, and he was forcing himself to adapt to this identity.

Qiao Qiao couldn't stand Xing Xin's tone, which made people feel inexplicably disgusted.

He frowned and didn't respond to him.

He preoccupied himself with the problems of continuing to keep pets.

There are two pages in the draft of questions. He finished the first page, turned to the second page, and left the last two questions.

Qiao Qiao scratched the paper with his index finger and scratched it three times. He raised his head and asked, "What do you think about the LGBT group?"

This question was once asked by other journalists.

But why ask a murderer that question?

Because he killed a pair of male lovers and brutally castrated them.

But in fact, the perpetrator did more than that. The perpetrator pierced another boy's anus with an iron rod.

That photo was so bloody that it was kept at the bottom, so even Gao Qian didn't know about it.

Fortunately, the name of these two characters has been defined as the worst murderer in history, a devil on earth, a demon who should be shot...

Countless titles like this are all pressed on this name.

Countless bloody debts and the hatred of the world, it seems that he will not be able to repay when he arrives in hell and reincarnates hundreds of times in the eight levels of hell.

But so what?

He is not afraid, he is really not afraid, he knows what will happen to him, even if he dies, only he will understand.

Therefore, when he heard the little reporter's question again, he still gave the same answer as before.

"Those people deserve to die," he said.

After listening, Qiao Qiao smiled.

He leaned back in the chair comfortably, as if he had heard a very satisfactory answer, he turned the screen to Xingxin, clicked on the picture, and let him see it.

"This is your interview in London in 2014, when you represented your school at the City of London LGBT Pride that day, you said in the interview that everyone has the right to choose how to live, different social groups , To be able to fairly fight for one's own interests, express oneself, and Proud to be yourself. The true freedom is the blossoming of a hundred flowers."

"The villain is the same but not harmonious, the gentleman is harmonious but different."

Qiao Qiao closed his eyes, his voice overlapped with what Xingxin said in the interview clip.

He read this passage dozens of times, every syllable, every pause, and even the breathing rate during intervals were exactly the same.

He pursed his lips, opened his eyes, Xing Xin's voice stopped abruptly, and the scene changed, and a group of young men and women holding rainbow flags appeared in the picture. Outside the camera, a voice asked: "Isthatyourfriend"

Then Xingxin appeared in the camera again, he was smiling, his smile was bright and flamboyant under the sun, he nodded, flew towards his group of friends, took the rainbow flag, and walked forward.

"You said you were homophobic, so what does this video represent?" Qiao Qiao pointed at the screen.

Xing Xin showed a helpless expression on his expressionless face, and he said, "It doesn't mean anything, I said it, I have mental problems."

"Stop using this excuse again, I don't believe it." Qiao Qiao's voice suddenly rose, and he said, "I don't believe you are the murderer."

He seemed to have accumulated it for a long time. He looked at the last question. He pursed his trembling lips, took a deep breath, and asked, "Why do you have to bear these trumped-up charges? Why do you... why plead guilty? Why don't you plead guilty?" Resist?"

Xing Xin was taken aback, raised his head, and met his eyes.

Xing Xin's eyes became serious. He looked at Qiao Qiao. After a while, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "No one believes me."

"I believe in you." Qiao Qiao said, and then heard Xing Xin's smile.

He said: "Why do you believe me? Even I am about to doubt whether I really killed someone."

He lowered his head, with a slight grievance on his face, he said to Qiao Qiao: "My father begged me to confess my sins. He said that only in this way can I live."

Qiao Qiao was dumb and remained silent for a long time, the silence made people tremble with fear.

Xing Xin looked at him, Qiao Qiao's voice was dry, he pursed his lips, and suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbing Xing Xin's hand that was handcuffed on the table, Xing Xin paused, his eyes widened slightly, Qiao Qiao clenched it tightly His hand, palm temperature is very high.

He opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "In Anyin Village, what happened to you?"

Xing Xin looked at his hand held by Qiao Qiao without blinking. The little reporter's hand was much smaller than his. The back of his hand was white, and there were some calluses on his fingertips, covering the back of his hand, which was not annoying.

He was a little lost in thought, didn't hear the question just now, and came back to his senses in a daze. Qiao Qiao asked again patiently, and Xingxin showed an expression of reminiscence when he heard it.

After a long time, he said, "I'm sleeping."

"sleep?"

"Well, I've been sleeping in my room all the time."

He was indeed sleeping in the room. In fact, since he came to Anyin Village, he has been dizzy because of acclimatization. Fortunately, his friend helped him to buy medicine. After that, he fell asleep.

But I never thought that when I woke up, the outside world would change.

It was like a scene that would only appear in a horror movie. He came out of the room, and there was no one in the empty hotel. He called his friend, the phone rang a few times, and then connected.

He only heard the word "hush", followed by a "puchi", like the sound of pork being chopped by a knife. He held up his mobile phone and looked at the front blankly. He took a step forward and saw the sound from the TV cabinet. The blood that spilled out of it.

With trembling fingers, a gap was slowly opened, and blood poured out overwhelmingly. The girl in the apricot yellow short skirt was twisted into a hideous posture and curled up inside.

Her face was towards Xingxin, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was slightly opened, staring at him firmly.

it was a nightmare...

Xingxin now recalled that his fingers were trembling slightly. He said to Qiao Qiao: "Whenever I see the cabinet now, I think of that girl. The expression she looked at me must have been very painful when she died."

Qiao Qiao clenched his hand tightly, and Xing Xin pursed his lips, and after speaking out what was suppressed in his heart, it seemed to make him feel better.

His eyes were staggered from the overlapping hands of the two, and fell on Qiao Qiao's face. He said, "If you really believe in me, help me find someone."

At this moment, the door of the reception room was gently opened, Qiao Qiao looked out of the door, Xing Xin stood up suddenly, his hands were imprisoned on the narrow table, he straightened his body, barely passed the small half of the table, but it was enough.

He leaned closer, put his lips against Qiao Qiao's ear, moved his lips slightly, and said three words.

Qiao Qiao's earlobes were red, and his heart was beating rapidly and irregularly. When he turned his head, Xing Xin had already sat back.

The prison guard, who was more comfortable, walked in. He glanced at the two of them, looked at the time, and said to Qiao Qiao, "It's almost time, reporter Qiao, how is your interview going?"

Qiao Qiao smiled at him, "I'm almost done." Then, he closed his notebook and stood up. He lowered his eyes and looked at Xingxin, "My interview is over, thank you."

Xingxin shook his head, his chin was raised, his expression was not so vigilant and indifferent, but a little loose, he said: "I should thank you, goodbye, Qiao Qiao."

Thank you for letting me know that there are still people who will believe me.

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