My monsters are going to heaven

It was late at night after the trial of the widow Wang.

Wen Yuan held the dossier and notebook between his hands, and walked out slowly while rubbing the acupuncture points at the corners of his eyes.

There is a bit of happiness in my heart.

This is also a big progress.

Several police officers on night shift took Widow Wang away and temporarily detained her.

Wen Yuan thought of something and stopped one of them: "How is Zhang Ruoshan?"

The police officer's eyes flickered: "Some, uh... I don't know how to say it. Boss, you can take a look and you will know."

Special holding room.

This place mainly detains some important murderers who have not yet been tried. Each cell is a cramped single room, and the iron doors of the cells are specially reinforced.

On the empty aisle, a dim light fell.

The police officer led Wen Yuan to walk up there, and the entire corridor was filled with the sound of their footsteps, making it seem empty.

room three.

This is where Zhang Ruoshan was detained.

The iron gate is made of thumb-thick steel bars, through which every corner of the narrow cell can be seen clearly.

The single bed in the cell was empty.

Wen Yuan looked elsewhere suspiciously, and finally saw someone in the corner.

In the corner, Zhang Ruoshan's tall body was curled up in a ball, motionless.

Sleeping like a wounded beast.

"Ruoshan?" Wen Yuan called out.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Ruoshan's eyelashes moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

The next moment, he howled and jumped up from the corner, rushed towards the iron gate, his body was blocked by the iron gate, and he slammed into it with all his strength, making a loud bang bang sound, and the iron gate was shaken unceasingly.

Wen Yuan was startled, took a step back, frowned and said, "Ruoshan, calm down."

Zhang Ruoshan didn't seem to understand what he said, he was like a crazy beast, roaring from his throat, slammed into the iron gate again and again with red eyes, and soon his head was bleeding.

The police officer pulled Wen Yuan aside and said in a low voice: "Boss, you see, since he confessed, he has been greatly stimulated. Here..." Pointing to his forehead, "Something went wrong. He was just in a trance for two days, but today he just went crazy. I wanted to let him out in the morning, but he suddenly wanted to bite, and now I can't even let him out."

——Although this veritaserum can allow people to confide the truth without conscious control, it is still in the experimental stage because the technology is not yet mature. At present, if the dose is not properly grasped, it may cause the experimenter Mental disorder.

The words of the doctor invited by Adjutant Liu rang in Wen Yuan's ears.

I understand.

He looked expressionlessly at Zhang Ruoshan, who was still slamming into the door without pain and fatigue, and said indifferently: "If you had told me honestly early in the morning, you wouldn't have caused this."

"Boss, it's useless for you to tell him these things now, and he can't understand." The policeman said, "In two days, the superiors will ask him, what should they say?"

"How to say?" Wen Yuan asked back, "What else can I say. Just tell the truth. In order to hide the truth, he killed people and silenced him. He became ill with fear of crime and became insane."

"Yes."

The two left the holding room one after the other, and the loud crash of the iron door continued to be heard behind them.

Before turning the corner, Wen Yuan took a last look at the other end, and felt that with his friendship with Zhang Ruoshan, there should be some pity.

But there is no disturbance in my heart, which is a little strange.

——Maybe because the person living there is no longer Zhang Ruoshan, but just a lunatic.

Blame yourself.

Wen Yuan dragged his tired body and pushed open the door, didn't even bother to turn on the light, went straight to his bed in the dark, and fell asleep.

After sleeping in a daze for a while, he felt something was wrong and slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and he felt that there seemed to be a dark shadow on the chair by the bed.

Sit up alertly.

"Inspector Wen, don't come here without any harm." The black shadow chuckled.

Wen Yuan broke out in a cold sweat.

this sound...

Chen Jinzhi number three?

"How long have you been here?" he asked in a low voice.

"Before you come back." No. [-] replied flatly, "Detective Wen is really dedicated to his work. It must be very hard to come home so late."

"I don't know what to do when I come to my humble house late at night."

"Have you considered the cooperation I told you in the hospital last time?"

Cooperation……

Wen Yuan thought of it and couldn't help laughing.

I was too lazy to deal with him, and asked directly: "Who are you? A person of unknown origin, why should I talk about cooperation. How dare I cooperate with you?"

"Instead of asking me, you might as well ask who Adjutant Liu is."

Wen Yuan was unmoved, and continued to ask: "What is your relationship with the Chen family? You are not Chen Jinzhi at all."

"Oh? I'm not Chen Jinzhi?" No. [-] asked back, "Then who is the real Chen Jinzhi?"

"The real Chen Jinzhi is dead." Wen Yuan said, "He died more than half a month ago."

"What?" In the darkness, the chair made a soft sound, No. [-] seemed a little stunned, and after a long silence, he spoke again, "How did he die?" This sentence was a bit vicissitudes, and it sounded like he had aged all of a sudden. Average ten years old.

"Your Excellency, who has many eyes and ears, should have heard about a male corpse in a box picked up from the river outside Jinling Town, right?"

Three did not deny it.

He was silent for another moment, sighing.

"I told him not to come back a long time ago, but he always refuses to listen, Yuan Nie."

let him?

Wen Yuan touched the kerosene lamp and lighter, and asked, "So what is your relationship with him?"

No. [-] laughed ferociously, his voice was quite different from the gentleness before, it sounded like a knife being sharpened on a whetstone: "Of course I'm also from the Chen family."

Jinling Town.

The sky is bright.

Wu Qingyue stepped on the grass on the embankment and walked unhurriedly to the back hill of the town.

He lives on a cargo ship all year round.

Cast some new molds when you're bored, or admire your collection over the years.

Sometimes Zhou Xiaosheng and the others would send some faulty models to him for repair.

This job is neither very busy nor leisurely, but it can make ends meet.

Just now his cargo ship saw a crow hovering over the ship.

It must have been sent by that person.

Thinking of this, Wu Qingyue got off the boat, followed the crow all the way, and walked up the mountain through heavy dew.

The back mountain of Jinling Town is not far away, but it's not too short. Wu Qingyue was already out of breath when he climbed to the top of the mountain.

The man was leaning on a slanted branch of an old pine, plucking a pine nut in his hand.

Hearing Wu Qingyue's footsteps, he turned his face slightly and glanced over with a half-smile.

Wu Qingyue's whole body was slightly chilled by this glance, like a thin layer of cold air covering him.

He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled politely: "Master Guijun."

"I remember, your surname is Wu?" Kimporo asked with a slight movement of his thin lips.

The last time we met in a hurry, I didn't have time to ask about many things in detail.

Anyway, that person has already planted a guiding nail on him, and he can find it even if he escapes to the ends of the world.

"I'm next to Wu Qingyue."

"Wu Qingyue." Kim Poro read out every single word in a deep voice, as if savoring the name with his lips and teeth.

Every time a word was read, Wu Qingyue could feel like a thin hammer being tapped lightly in his head, causing palpitations.

Three words, that is, three knocks.

He unconsciously replied, "Yes."

"My heart is nearby right now?" Kimporo's light-colored eyes suddenly lit up.

He said in a low voice: "I can feel it recently, it is somewhere not far away."

Hiding in a nearby corner, beating gently.

Every jump seems to be calling him, the old master.

Wu Qingyue adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose again, and said awkwardly: "This... I don't know either." I can change another one for you. I have the delicate heart of a businessman and the staunch heart of a general..."

"Then what else do you know?" Kimporo mocked playfully and interrupted impatiently, "How much do you know about me and about him?"

"When I was young, my family was ruined. I almost died at sea. He saved me. Every few years, he would visit me."

Wu Qingyue pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "He once asked me, is there any person in the world with a heart that can be invulnerable to swords and guns, without joy or sorrow, and looks down on everything? I said, no one in the world has such a heart. , only the ghosts of purgatory who have undergone thousands of tortures."

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Kim Poro with clear eyes: "A few months later, he brought you to me to take your heart away. At that time you were in a long sleep, and I didn't know what you were I exchanged your heart for him. I also exchanged a heart for you. I didn’t know that he actually went to Purgatory until he said that he had just escaped from the gate of hell.”

"Oh?" Kim Poro raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "So, he brought me out of the ghost gate? Then I... have to thank him."

Wu Qingyue just smiled and said nothing.

Kim Poro lowered his eyes and pondered: "You said last time that you don't know his name."

Wu Qingyue said: "He said that once a name is known, it is most likely to be turned into a shortcoming, so he never reveals his name to others. Instead of giving me a fake name, it is better not to say it."

"I understand, let's go." Kim Poro nodded, waved his hand, and looked down at the pine nut in his palm.

Wu Qingyue turned around, hesitated to speak.

After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but stop, turned around and said, "At that time, you were not the only one he brought out from the gate of hell."

Jin Poluo didn't look at him, and said with a smile: "Purgatory is said to have three thousand evil spirits, but in fact there are far more than that. If there are more, it is not too many, and if there are few, it is not too few."

The sound of footsteps stepping on the blades of grass sounded softly behind him, gradually drifting away.

When the sound of footsteps disappeared completely, all expressions on Kimporo's face disappeared, neither joy nor anger, nor worry.

Raising his head, his eyes reflected Jinling Town at the foot of the mountain.

Purgatory.

No one mentioned this place in front of him for so long that he almost forgot about it.

He couldn't remember who he was, let alone why his soul was sealed with these 81 shackles, and he couldn't even remember why he fell into purgatory.

There are only trivial memories of being tortured in purgatory as evil spirits in my mind.

Many early memories, along with his mana, were quenched into the complex and changeable seal, leaving only some vague pictures.

I'm afraid that they can only recover one by one if they continue to break through the seal behind them.

With the cracking of the previous dozens of seals, he gradually remembered some old things recently.

There are eighteen floors in the purgatory.

Far more than that actually.

At first, he seemed to have suffered various punishments on the first few floors, from whipping to cooking, from mountains of knives to sea of ​​fire...

Every time the body is torn into pieces or minced into a pulp, it will return to its original state and accept those punishments again, repeating the cycle.

Soon, when those punishments could no longer make him feel much pain and let him groan, he was sent to a new place.

endless hell.

He couldn't tell which level of purgatory this was, he only knew that it was dead silent.

Here, every day you sleep, you wake up for 100 years.

His whole body seemed to be embedded in a glacier, unable to move.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness in the field of vision, but the sun, moon and stars can be seen.

Other than that, there was nothing here as if it had been forgotten by time.

No people, no ghosts, no sounds, nothing happening.

The longer he stays, the more he can feel the endless loneliness and fatigue, which are continuously devouring his soul.

Desperate.

It didn't take long before he found that he was forgetting things faster and faster, and there were more and more blanks in his mind.Only at this time did he realize that this place could still devour his memory.Those memories that were leaked by the seal were eaten away bit by bit by this place.

If this continues, he will become a thing that is not even as good as a maggot here. He doesn't know why he was born, he doesn't know why he died, and he doesn't know what to do here.

At first he could count the sunrises and sunsets.

As time goes by, every sunrise becomes a torment without hope for him.

He had to start to miss those little ghosts who cried annoyingly and the group of ghost officials who were always expressionless when they were tortured on the first few floors - at least there was a lot of excitement there.

Endless loneliness and despair are ten thousand times more terrifying than pain.

"Master. Croak!"

Cang Luo's voice awakened Kim Poro from his memory.

His eyeballs rolled, and he looked at the crow on his shoulder.

It was his loyal servant.

"Master, Young Master Lu has gone out for a stroll."

"Yeah." Kimporo said lightly.

follow him.

He doesn't care much about this kind of thing now, and he can't run very far anyway.

The chest suddenly contracted suddenly, and the color of the eyes suddenly became very light, no longer blue-gray, but gray-white like smoke.

Soon, the grayness in the eyes faded, and the eyes gradually settled a deeper color, and a burst of ecstasy rose from the depths of the pupils.

He could feel that his heart was getting closer and closer to him.

But he also knew that it might not be too early to be happy about this matter.

There is no such person in the world who can enter and leave the gate of ghosts, take away a few evil spirits from purgatory and escape unscathed.

Never a good opponent.

Kimporo lowered his eyes and softly chanted a silent mantra.

After a while, dozens of light-colored gray shadows gradually floated up on the ground under the tree, and soon turned into dozens of gray human figures, kneeling together: "Master."

The filthy atmosphere in these mountains and forests are all his servants.

"Wait, go and find me someone."

As he spoke, a figure slowly appeared in Kim Poro's eyes.

Just now when the surname Wu recalled that person, the outline of that person rose from the depths of his eyes.

Kim Poro read the faint figure and locked it firmly in his eyes.