How can there be such a dangerous world of Conan

In the darkness, a dusty, smelly man chewed bread.

Flickering flickeringly on the TV, telling what happened to the captured prisoner boy A.

"The name is used as a proxy, and the face does not need to be shown."

However, the victim announced his name, appearance, and even information on the scene of the corpse.

The murderer has no relatives and reasons, and was born in an orphanage, so civil compensation is impossible.Age 13, according to juvenile law, criminal responsibility is impossible.The ending of boy A seems to be very traditional, handed over to the family court, sent to the juvenile reformatory, if the treatment goes well, he will enter the juvenile hospital, and after a few years he will be released on parole as if nothing happened, and set foot on society again!

The media praised it, and together it embodies the importance of education, teaching the murderer to be a good person full of humanity like us, what a perfect story.

It makes people cry, lamenting that the world is always full of kindness.

Hidden under this story is the despair of the relatives of the victim who have nothing.

The man named Tetsuya Tomita was in great grief. He thought he had never done any bad things in his life, but he suffered such a terrible blow and lost everything overnight.

As a human being, for the first time in life, the desire to kill another person arises.

But that's wrong, people can't kill.

Even if the other party is a devil who commits all kinds of crimes, regards human life as worthless, has only animal nature, and seems to come from hell, he cannot kill.

Even if the other party is a devil who does all kinds of evil, regards human life as nothing, has only animal nature, and seems to come from hell, can't kill?

suspect?Why can't people kill?

The man was confused, and with such a confused mentality, he posted a post on the Internet.

Got help quickly.

"Kill him!" "Little bastard!" "Kill him and you are a hero!"

Replies like this one after another.

Not only that, but also got such information.

"No one can understand your feelings, police officers, prosecutors, judges, lawyers, scholars, politicians, and the public. They only care about why a child would do such a cruel thing, and no one cares about a victim like you.Even the police officer in charge must just be sad while watching it, and live happily afterwards, after all, it's just someone else's business.I take it for granted that people cannot kill, but there are demons in human skin in the world, right? 』

After that, the man got all kinds of help.

The murderer's identity, location, and course of action are almost everything. He even prepared a detailed plan for Tomita Tetsuya, how to make an alibi, how to kill without leaving clues, how to evade legal sanctions, and how to divert the attention of the search .

"Who are you? Tetsuya Tomita typed this line tremblingly, with gratitude, fear, expectation, and disgust.

The person who sent the message has no good intentions in his heart, and Tetsuo Tomita can clearly feel this, so there must be some kind of sinister purpose in it.

"I?I am the tiny despair crawling beside you with a smile on your face, the puppeteer who returned from hell. 』

hell?

The man made up his mind, and suddenly it seemed that the world changed color, it was no longer gray with nothing, but a world full of colors that made others happy.

The man hummed, washed his body, his face, shaved his beard, and unskilledly arranged his appearance. Finally, he put on gold-rimmed glasses, picked up the hunting gun he used for hunting, and put on a black-gray windbreaker to hide the hunting gun.

According to the information provided in the letter, he came to the family court. Wearing a windbreaker, wearing golden eyes, full of elite atmosphere, Tomita Tetsu entered the family court without any hindrance, and found his goal in it.

The family court is not a formal court, but the juvenile court stands out the most. Judges, investigators, defenders, and prisoners gather around a round table, which symbolizes harmony and harmony, and shows that all parties are equal, showing an attitude of negotiation, usually like this .

But if the juvenile delinquent is an extremely vicious murderer, even judges and defenders will be afraid.

On the round table, juvenile A was wearing a lot of handcuffs and shackles, and the judge and investigator were obviously farther away from juvenile A.

Tetsuya Tomita walked into the juvenile court, looked around, and walked towards the judge's position in order to avoid possible accidental injury.

"You are?" the judge asked with a confused expression.

Tetsuya Tomita ignored him, and asked boy A: "Are you Yasushi Matsunaga?"

His voice trembled, and even though he tried his best to keep him as quiet as possible, it was too difficult to do with human power.

Matsunaga nodded.

The man who got an affirmative answer spoke again.

"My name is Tetsuya Tomita."

"An advocate?"

Such an answer is a matter of course, Tomita Tetsuya has long been prepared.

But even so, I felt great grief, as if I was in the deep sea, struggling desperately.

Pull back the windbreaker to reveal the shotgun hidden inside, and pull the trigger at Matsunaga.

Tetsuya Tomita is holding a shotgun, and the shotgun bullets placed inside are naturally used for hunting prey, a kind of fog bomb.

Being shot by such a fog bomb, the possibility of boy A surviving is very slim.

But Tetsuya Tomita was still worried, and made up his gun again.

"Wow!" The judge of the tribunal screamed in horror.

And Tomita Tetsuya bent down, and put the greatest hero who killed his wife, children and enemies safely on the ground.After that, he took off the windbreaker and put it on the boy A who was beaten to death by the fog bombs, trying to cover up the bloody scene as much as possible.

"I'm very sorry."

Tetsuya Tomita bowed and apologized to the frightened judges and investigators.

Slashing the enemy with his hands did not produce any pleasure, Tetsuya Tomita had long since lost any emotion, and all he had in his heart was despair.

It’s just that I don’t know why I want to sing, and sing my son’s favorite song during his lifetime.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells. What a fun skiing tonight, we're on the sled."

The man sang, recalled, laughed and cried unconsciously.