ex-husband high energy

2 hours ago.

Zong Ming sat at the stainless steel table in the first interrogation room. Opposite him was Wang Hao, the protagonist of the freshly released 822 gun robbery murder case.

After one night, Wang Hao shriveled like a dehydrated vegetable, his eyes were sunken, and his face was ashen. It seemed that the shot killed not only the madman's life, but also his vitality.

Now that things have happened, Zong Ming doesn't know if he can still get the truth he wants from him. After all, for a person who is determined to die, there is almost nothing that can impress him.

"Are you looking for me?" Zong Ming took out a cigarette case from his pocket and threw one to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao's hand was handcuffed in a welded metal ring on the table. He raised his eyelids and glanced at the cigarette, took it to the corner of his mouth, and said, "Thank you."

With a flash of fire, green smoke curled up, Wang Hao coughed a few times with his red face suppressed, and got used to the smell of tobacco: "Do you still want to know the answer to the question you asked me last time?"

Zong Ming lit a cigarette for himself, and said, "I have nothing to exchange with you. The nature of your case is too bad. There is no room for change. Do you even recognize the four previous murders?" The case is all right."

Wang Hao shook his head and said, "You don't have to exchange anything with me. From the moment the time-space freeze was triggered, I never thought about living."

Zong Ming raised his eyebrows, and Wang Hao said: "Yes, super brain, if you define it like this, I have this ability." He took a deep breath of cigarettes and said, "For me, life has already been completed. It is a nightmare with no end in sight, and there is no big difference between being alive and dead. I used to think that everything was getting better, my dad was old and couldn't touch me anymore, and the studio received seven-figure orders. I also have someone worthy of my love..."

He looked at the erratic blue smoke at his fingertips, paused, and shook his head: "It turns out that the world has not changed from the beginning to the end, and I am still the one with the worst luck and the one who was teased."

Zong Ming sighed silently, and pushed the ashtray in front of him.Wang Hao flicked the cigarette ash clumsily: "I don't need any immunity, and I don't want to win your sympathy. I just want to find someone to tell all this... I have always wanted to know, at this point, what am I? Righteousness or evil, or just being driven crazy by something in my mind, and turned into a monster that I can't understand." He looked at Zong Ming almost helplessly, "Maybe the process of telling me can let me find the answer."

Zong Ming said, "Speak."

Wang Hao began his low-pitched narration: "Your guess is right, I used the 'super brain' to control that lunatic and ordered him to kill the first three victims."

Like all weak and introverted children, Wang Hao has been the target of school bullying since he was a child.This situation was a little better in elementary school. After all, he was in Shihu Town at that time, and everyone sympathized with him, a motherless child.When his grandparents passed away, Wang Jian took him to Xiyan City to attend junior high school, and the real nightmare began to come.

Short, shy, a foreigner, a poor family... all the dangerous keywords are almost concentrated on him. At first, only one or two children laughed at him, and later the whole grade students took pleasure in teasing him.

The first victim was the leader among them. When Wang Hao surpassed his grades for the first time and became the number one in mathematics in his grade, he gathered a group of buddies to stop Wang Hao on the way out of school and punished him severely.

"Boys in the rebellious period can be demons." Wang Hao put out the almost burnt cigarette butt in the ashtray, and said solemnly, "You can use your best imagination to guess what they did to me. That was even worse... From that day on I found myself unable to speak properly in public, not even in class. I was terrified but no one cared and my dad thought it was better and I would never be beaten again Time to beg for mercy or talk back."

He coughed a few times, Zong Ming brought him a bottle of water, he opened it and took a sip, and continued: "The situation got worse and worse. When I was in the first year of high school, I became afraid of even going out to eat— —Because I didn’t dare to order food. The head teacher found out about my problem, and contacted a doctor through the Youth Psychological Assistance Center to give me psychological intervention. At first, it seemed to have some effect, and I became calmer. Occasionally, I could talk to the teacher one or two times In a word. But then the nightmare came again, when I was 16 years old, I found out that I had a sexual problem."

In fact, in this era, the public is already very tolerant of personal choices such as sexual orientation, but obviously Wang Jian does not think so.As a late blooming child with mental disorders, Wang Hao realized that he had become the kind of person his father hated the most, and his fear was even greater than when he found out that his mother had committed suicide.

What's even more unfortunate is that his first love is an out-and-out scum.

"I may not be a person who is good at hiding emotions, especially for the person I have a crush on." Wang Hao said, "I don't know how he found this out. On the eve of the last competition in the third year of high school, he took the initiative to ask me out. I confessed that he knew I liked him, and he liked me at the same time."

"I'm very scared. I think my dad will kill me if it gets to the ears of my father, but at the same time I'm very happy." He took a second cigarette from Zong Ming's cigarette case and held it between his fingers , "I am rarely happy and always feel that it is a luxury emotion. But it felt so good that I couldn't resist, so I admitted my crush and accepted his confession."

"What happened next can only be described as dog blood." He lit himself a cigarette and continued, "He invited me to his house the day before the competition, had sex with me, and then put the I locked myself in the room, trying to make me miss the game. It’s a pity that I have a natural obsession with the exam, even though I almost broke my leg when I jumped from the third floor, I still caught up with the exam.”

"You should have seen his expression at that time. When I walked into the examination room, he seemed to have seen a ghost." He smiled lowly, then withdrew his smile, and said sadly, "But in the end he succeeded, I had a fever of 39 degrees in the exam room, and I couldn't insist on answering all the questions, and he got the qualification for walking TOP2... Last time you asked me if I was jealous of him, no, I'm not jealous at all, just hate. I know First love always fails, but I didn't expect it to be in such an unbearable way."

He paused for a while, then shook his head: "I have to kill him, he made my first love die so ugly, to describe it in one word, it's called death without a whole body."

Zong Ming watched him finish smoking a cigarette silently, and asked, "What about the fourth person?"

Wang Hao said: "You should have found out, right? He is my boyfriend. We were together before we opened the studio. That apartment is not only a studio, but also our home."

He took the third cigarette, but he didn't smoke it. He just held it between his fingers and rubbed it unconsciously: "I love him very much. If there is anything in this world that can make me happy, it is when I am with him. Whatever you do, whether you are playing, working or even quarreling, as long as I think of him, I feel that life is sweet."

He was silent for a moment, as if he was recalling those short but beautiful days, and slowly, a trace of despair appeared on his haggard face: "I killed him. You were right last time, I can no longer control myself , let alone control the knife in his hand. I don’t know when, the lunatic has part of my emotions, but he can’t identify the authenticity of this emotion, he will only execute it faithfully, and use death to execute it.

He put the crumpled cigarette on the ashtray: "If I hadn't quarreled with him that day, if I hadn't seen the lunatic after the quarrel, maybe everything would have been different... But it was too late, he didn't return all night , When I arrived at the farm, it was already too late. The lunatic beat him all night and threw him in the pigsty. When I saw him, I only had time to say the last word to him."

"He said to me, 'Don't cry'."

There was a long silence in the interrogation room. Wang Hao sat there motionless, looking coldly at his hands that were handcuffed on the table, as if they were covered with something that made him shudder, such as the blood of his lover.

After a long time, with a "snap", Zong Ming lit the lighter: "He didn't know you had this ability, did he? He didn't know that everything he suffered was related to you."

"Yes."

"Then he is lucky." Zong Ming said, "He will love you until he dies."

Wang Hao choked up, buried his face in his hands, and made a hoarse sound of breath rubbing in his throat.

Zong Ming suddenly felt a little stuffy around him. Looking around, an invisible string in his mind subconsciously tightened—subconsciously told him that something dangerous seemed to be spreading.

Is it Wang Hao?

Zong Ming patted him on the shoulder and handed him the water bottle.

Wang Hao took a sip of water, seemed to feel the oppressive heat, tugged at his collar, and said in a hoarse voice: "You once asked me where I got this ability, if possible, I would rather be alone until now Both are mutes who can't speak in public..."

He coughed a few times, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and reached for the cigarette case, but his hands shook uncontrollably: "It was when I was about to enter my sophomore year, and I was receiving the sixth period of psychological treatment. Send me an address through the campus network... ahem!"

He coughed as if he had choked on something.Zong Ming sat opposite him, and found that his face turned blue at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes began to protrude due to suffocation...

"Bai Xiaolei!" Zong Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he jumped up and tapped the alarm, "Call the doctor!" At the same time, he tried his best to stimulate his super brain, trying to find the attacker who invaded the interrogation room .

Wang Hao pinched his neck and collapsed on the chair, his eyes rolled: "He, they... came... I swore, I can't say..."

Zong Ming quickly opened his handcuffs, picked him up and laid him flat on the ground.Wang Hao's pupils began to dilate, thin bloodshot eyes flowed from the corners of his eyes, his fingers unconsciously grabbed Zong Ming's sleeves, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his pale mouth: "Oh...it's true...the other shore...light... gorgeous……"

Zong Ming felt a powerful, indescribable energy completely submerge the entire interrogation room. His own power was as small and powerless as gravel in front of the powerful torrent. He could only watch it engulf Wang Hao, and his weak Life is withdrawn little by little, disappearing in the depths of darkness.

Big drops of sweat trickled down his temples, and Zong Ming didn't notice it. He mechanically pressed Wang Hao's body, which had begun to cool down, until a familiar figure walked into the interrogation room, dispelling it like a gentle light. Only after seeing the darkness that had engulfed him just now, did he realize that he had failed, and once again lost the truth that was at his fingertips.

He let go, panting heavily, looked at Levi's standing at the door, and said helplessly, "He's dead."

The author has something to say: I have never posted so many lunch boxes at the beginning of an article...

Levi's: Dad, I'm a little scared.

Uncle Cat: It's okay, come on, put on your protagonist halo, and blind your husband.