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1 minute later.

"Bad guys...go to death...go to death!"

3 minute later.

"Go to hell……"

5 minute later.

"Bad guy...bad guy... woo woo woo woo..."

"Zhao Ming" rolled his eyes again, and fell limply to the ground.

Zhang Xian pulled the opponent's eyelids, making sure that the black and white had returned to the original state, and then he was slightly relieved.

His hands reached into his pockets.

There was a fight just now, I hope the duck cubs are safe.

The duckling looked a little scared.

It shrank itself into a duck ball, its yellow fluffy fur was shaking and shaking, and even lost a few.

It remembered the experience of being beaten in the past, but it was miserable.

"Don't be afraid, there is a first time for everything."

"Squeak... squeak..."

It feels like this is not the first time for it, but it is so big, how do you know it is not the first time?

Duck duck is so uncomfortable...

This person's fingers are so comfortable...

Before he knew it, the duck dumpling had been opened by Zhang Xian and turned into a piece of duck cake.

While rubbing the cubs, Zhang Xian thought to himself that this would really relieve stress, no wonder many people like to keep pets.

After confirming that one person (Zhao Ming) and one duck were all right, he began to look for the possible direction of the evil thing... and so on.

Zhang Xian picked up the scissors that were under the rock.

These scissors are the ones held by the boy in the painting?

There is likely to be DNA on it, which can identify the deceased.

Did the evil thing lose its sanity and kill people, or did it kill people because it was afraid of the truth being revealed?

"Zhang Xian!"

Suddenly a flashlight shone into the yard.

Zhang Xian raised his hand to block the light, and asked in surprise, "Changyue?"

"Well, I called you several times, but no one answered. I asked an acquaintance to use GPS to locate your mobile phone, and then I found it."

Tang Changyue was still worried in the end.

His voice was panting slightly: "Why did you come here?"

"Check the evil god, follow the vine to find the melon." Zhang Xian replied, "I didn't expect that this is the place where the raw materials for the evil god statue are produced."

"That's it." Tang Changyue nodded, and Zhao Ming was taken aback by the flashlight, "Who is this person?"

"The reporter I met halfway."

"Is it okay?"

"I can't see it for the time being." Zhang Xian didn't know if Zhao Ming would have any sequelae.

"I can't see it either." Tang Changyue said honestly, he was talking about Zhao Ming's face that was beaten like a pig's head, and then turned to the topic, "Did you find anything?"

Zhang Xian looked at Tang Changyue, and slowly showed the scissors:

"Yes. A painting."

— There is evidence, but I want to hear you tell the truth.

Tang Changyue was visibly stiff.

Afterwards, he showed a wry smile: "Nothing can be hidden from you."

His shoulders slumped little by little.

Regardless of the uncleanness of the floor, Tang Changyue sat down directly, covered her face with her hands, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhang Xian did not interrupt the silence.

He knew that Tang Changyue needed some time to sort out his mood and thoughts.

At some point, the moon hung in the middle of the sky, covering the earth with a thin layer of silver light.

It treats everything equally, and also shrouds Zhang Xian, Tang Changyue and Zhao Ming under the faint moonlight.

The mountain wind stopped, and the voice of the old crow only floated in the distance.

Unknown birds and beasts chirped, sparsely.

Zhang Xian saw the grass shaking, and a hedgehog crawled over.

Not long after, a snake walked out along the courtyard wall.

In fact, they have always existed and been active, but only when the moon comes out to illuminate the earth, people can see and know their existence.

The same is true for distinguishing evil things. Only when certain conditions are met can people see and know.

After a long silence, Tang Changyue finally spoke:

"Do you know why I like to wear women's clothes?"

His voice was very soft, with an erratic taste.

But the next three words, he said sonorously:

"I hate him."

"...he drank too much, got upset, and lost money in business, so he walked into my room and pushed me down... When he was happy, he asked me to go to the warehouse...Using wood as props, tying me up, and letting me pose Take various poses..."

"From the age of four, every month...sometimes two or three times a day...I couldn't rest when I had a fever, and he praised me for being warm inside..."

"... I take sick leave almost every day... The teacher came to visit the doctor, and he beat me when he turned around... While he was drunk, I cut his thing with scissors... There was a lot of blood, he wanted to kill me... I cried Trying to dodge, he didn't catch up, lying there panting, calling me a beast...I..."

"...I stabbed it a lot more, blood flowed all over the ground, he didn't have the strength to scold me, and gradually stopped moving... He died, and I was finally free... free..."

Zhang Xian was speechless.

This is what a father does to his own son.

This was the son's unbearable, and he tried to find a way to make the final counterattack.

The childhood trauma is unforgettable and cannot be healed. Tang Changyue avoids her original gender and creates another self to numb her emotions and fool herself.

"So, are you going to send me to jail?"

After saying everything, Tang Changyue turned her head and asked Zhang Xian softly.

Zhang Xian looked at Tang Changyue with the eyes of a monster:

"You were eight years old at that time, right?"

"Correct."

"Our country's criminal law stipulates that minors under the age of 12 do not bear criminal responsibility for committing crimes."

Tang Changyue: "..."

Feeling a little choked.

Zhang Xian patted Tang Changyue's shoulder, speaking earnestly:

"I have an offensive question - do you still have evidence?"

Tang Changyue shook her head: "I lost all his belongings and burned them."

"Except for this pair of scissors?"

"Except for this pair of scissors," Tang Changyue said, lowering her eyes, "it is my savior..."

His voice suddenly stopped.

The body was stiff at first, and then trembled slightly: "Where did this come from?"

Zhang Xian followed his gaze and saw a lot of papers in the pile of rubble, which seemed to be photos, and a tattered wooden box.

It was the wooden box that he took casually and contributed a lot of strength when tossing the scissors.

Zhang Xian wanted to hook him over with his cane to take a closer look, but Tang Changyue grabbed him firmly:

"Don't, don't look! Disgusting!" The voice was shrill and shrill.

Zhang Xian: "?"

Tang Changyue spoke incoherently: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it... I've been looking for it for a long time... I thought it was all gone... I thought... it shouldn't be! It shouldn't be! It's not right! It's not right!"

From his reaction, Zhang Xian could guess what it was without looking at those things.

"So that's the case." Zhang Xian responded, and then fell silent, waiting for Tang Changyue to calm down.

After a long silence, he added: "Sorry to force you to face it."

How painful and helpless Tang Changyue was when encountering such a thing.

But just now, Tang Changyue inevitably recalled that pain.

The thorns stuck deep in my heart can never be pulled out.Even as time passes and the surface heals, the interior must leave traces of cruelty.

Tang Changyue showed a shallow smile: "I know it's okay to say, but..."

He couldn't continue, the smile stopped on his lips, and the tears slowly rolled down his face.

Tang Changyue blinked, and crystal clear teardrops hung on his eyelashes, it was very pitiful that they couldn't fall.

Zhang Xian took out his pocket and found that he had changed his clothes, but his handkerchief was not on him.

There were wet wipes in the bag, but the bag was in Zhao Ming's car outside the yard.

Zhang Xian got up: "I'll get a wet towel to wipe it for you."

Tang Changyue didn't move, and gave a low "hmm".

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Xian took four or five steps, there was a loud shout from behind:

"I beat you to death!"

Zhang Xian hurriedly turned around, stunned to see the horrifying scene.

Zhao Ming grabbed a stone, rushed forward and beat Tang Changyue on the head violently!

In desperation, Zhang Xian flew forward, hugged Zhao Ming's waist, and knocked him down with skillful strength.

"You are haunted by evil again!" Zhang Xian tried to exorcise the evil with force again.

Zhao Ming kept struggling: "I didn't! Let me go! He is!"

Zhang Xian was startled, and turned his head to look at Zhao Ming.

Under the moonlight, Zhao Ming's eyes were black and white, and he was clearly conscious.

"His name is Tang Changyue, and he is my friend." Zhang Xian told Zhao Ming clearly.

"So what!" Zhao Ming yelled, "Before I was controlled by him, I saw him look like this! This is an evil thing, it will definitely transform, don't be fooled by him! It's him who just wanted to kill us both."

This time, Zhang Xian hesitated.

"Changyue." He looked at his friend and asked for confirmation, "Is that so?"

"Zhang Xian." Tang Changyue called Zhang Xian by name, "You don't believe me?"

"It's a question of whether to believe it or not!" Zhao Ming shouted hastily, "It's because you can't beat us, and you deliberately played tricks!"

"I, how do I prove that I am the real person?" Tang Changyue held the back of her head, looking very embarrassed, "We... what we said in the hotel during the day, let me repeat it? If I am the evil thing in your mouth, I must not know what we said during the day. What did you say?"

"I don't know what you two are talking about. If you use some illusion to confuse him and make him believe that what you said is true, I can't judge." Zhao Ming is worthy of being a reporter. Tricky.

"Then how do I prove it? Tell me a way." Tang Changyue's mood was originally low, but now it's even worse, and she was agitated to the point of getting angry.

"I'm not an evil thing, how do I know how to prove the evil thing!" Zhao Ming was very difficult.

Zhang Xian looked at Tang Changyue and Zhao Ming, struggling.

He can be sure that this Tang Changyue is the one from the hotel, the one with him last night, and has never changed.

But Zhao Ming was haunted by evil things, and it is very likely that he saw the true colors of evil things.

Evil... Tang Changyue...

— Evil God Statue!The death of the anchor!

Like a bolt of lightning, it split into Zhang Xian's brain.

If the evil thing can really be summoned by the pen fairy.

If the evil thing is related to Tang Changyue, it is related to a murder many years ago.

Tang Changyue didn't want people to find out the truth, so...covered it up?

"Stop arguing."

Zhang Xian said with a final word: "Changyue, if we want to clear the suspicion, let's catch the real murderer."

Zhao Ming immediately retorted: "They are all the same person, where are we going to arrest them?"

Zhang Xian: "You can keep an eye on Changyue to see if there is anything unusual about him."

"This can't trouble me." Zhao Ming said angrily, "I will definitely catch your little braid——Zhang Xian!!!"

He was about to throw away the stone in his hand—the stone used to smash Tang Changyue—suddenly he yelled, "Look quickly!!! Look, look, look!"

Zhang Xian took a closer look and saw a small off-white, wet and sticky thing on the sharp corner of the stone, which looked like bean curd residue.

Zhang Xian felt erratic all over.

"Changyue, put down your hand."

Tang Changyue's impatient expression faded away.

He slowly put down the hand that had been covering the back of his head.

His hands were also covered with off-white sticky things, like some finely crushed bean curd residues.

"Turn around."

Zhang Xian felt his voice was terribly hoarse.

Tang Changyue laughed stiffly, that unusually handsome face, at some point, turned pale, like a plastic mannequin in a store.

He turned around slowly like a puppet.

There was a bit of dampness in the wine-red hair.In that wet place, there was an obvious depression. There wasn't much blood, but a lot of gray-white brain tissue could be seen.

"hiss--"

Zhao Ming took a sharp breath, took a few steps back, and fell down.

Zhang Xian's breathing also stopped for a moment.

"It's ugly."

As Tang Changyue spoke, she slowly turned back.

"Zhang Xian, I'm sorry..."

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