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The "housekeeper" suddenly identified the detective as the real insider of the killing show, and everyone couldn't help being stunned.

think carefully……

"It seems to make sense."

"Is this called playing with people's hearts?"

"Or is it a thief calling for a thief?"

The detective sneered: "You fools."

He turned to the "steward": "What about the evidence?"

The "housekeeper" pointed to the computer: "Then check to see if there is any video of your crime in the hard disk."

The detective continued to sneer: "So what, you still say that the video is fake, and I might cheat my death, right?"

"I joined forces with the doctor. You can tell whether you are really dead or fake."

"Oh? Are you so sure that I die before you two?"

"Have you forgotten the perpetual calendar applet?" "Housekeeper" prompted.

The two sides were at each other's lips and refused to give in to each other.

Suddenly, they heard old Henry's voice: "Let's read it first and then talk about it."

——Old Henry was already sitting in front of the computer at some point, clicking his mouse.

The projector is already on.

The first thing that appeared was the cover of a medical record, on which the words "XX mental hospital" were shocking.

Open the first page of the medical record, and the photo on it is a college student!

The people who were moving couldn't help but slow down—in fact, only the doctor and the detective were moving. The detective was stopped by the "housekeeper"'s cane, the doctor wanted to turn off the computer, and the poet crawled and tried to turn off the projector.

Now that what they see is not their own fault, they are not so anxious.

The reason for admission to the hospital at the beginning clearly stated that when the college student was seven years old, he strangled his own brother to death with his own hands, then went berserk afterwards and was sent to a mental hospital.

After flipping through a few pages of the medical record, it was written that she refused to admit the past because of too much pain. The doctor also thought it was a good thing for such a young child to forget, and used hypnotic suggestion to lock the memory and completely forget it.

Name: Jiang Yiyi.

Condition: PTSD.

Things Forgotten: Killing Blood Relatives.

Seven-year-old children do not have the legal capacity to act. To put it bluntly, they will not pay for their lives and will not be sentenced.

"It's so fierce..." When the "housekeeper" and the detective probe were fighting for the projector, the doctor suddenly pushed the poet over, and ran towards the computer and old Henry by himself.

"When I was trained as a housekeeper at the age of 16, I was told that women should be given priority, and women should be courteous. This lady, your behavior is too much..." Old Henry said while stopping the doctor.

The two wrestled.

While the video was still playing, the screen flickered, revealing the medical records in black and white again.

As soon as the camera turned, the one who appeared this time was the doctor who was on the phone in the office.

"...Yes... cut it off, don't tell me it's not necessary, is it reasonable not to amputate it here... You can read the medical record and write it more serious... Emphasize it with the family members, in order to save life... Well, that's all."

The doctor hung up the phone and clicked the mouse a few times at random, and many pictures and videos of disabled people with amputations immediately popped up on the computer screen.

Her originally cold gaze became excited when she saw the disabled struggling to get on and off the wheelchair, walking, rehabilitating, massaging, and barely doing things with their mutilated limbs.

She clicked the mouse again and clicked on the monitor.

In the ward, the patient who had just woken up learned that his limbs had been amputated. He couldn't believe it. He cried out in surprise and twisted his short body.

The doctor stares eagerly at the screen recordings, screenshots, and price tags on the dark|dark web.

Name: Guan Baoxin

Position: Chief Physician of General Surgery in XX Private Hospital.

Sideline: devotees, intentionally create a large number of disabled videos for profit.

The poet, who was trying to intercept the housekeeper, was stunned.

"It's you!"

he screamed.

"I was amputated in your hospital!"

If he hadn't woken up to find that his legs were gone, he wouldn't have been disheartened and stopped doing rehabilitation.Know that some paraplegics can walk after rehabilitation, and he... what a great opportunity he missed!

Regardless, the poet crawled towards the doctor, hugged her legs tightly, picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, and smashed it hard at the doctor's head!

One, two, three...

Blood splashes.

The doctor was so engrossed in fighting old Henry that he was caught off guard.

She screamed and passed out in pain.

With tears all over his face, the poet mechanically smashed the ashtray into several pieces.

There was a big hole in the doctor's head, and there were brain fragments like bean curd flower bleeding red and white.Her body twitched and she was still breathing, but anyone who saw the injury would know that it was hopeless.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

The poet paused, gasping for breath.With a loose hand, the fragments of the ashtray rolled aside.

Old Henry couldn't help taking a deep breath: "I can't see it, you are cruel enough."

The poet's hands trembled, and he covered his eyes and howled, "You ruined me!"

"—You ruined me!"

Another sharp female voice coincided with the words of the poet.

The video is still playing, and now there is a corridor, the camera is at a high place, clearly showing the people below.

The poet is in a wheelchair and seems to be in good spirits.

A few girls and boys stood opposite the poet, and they all took videos with their mobile phones.

"Why do you fabricate that my sister is a mistress and say that she has a chaotic life? It has been forwarded 58 times. I want you to apologize!"

"Is there any evidence to prove that this article was written by me?" The poet said calmly.

"The illustration in the article is my sister showing my dad a new house. Can't girls buy a house by themselves? Can't they drive a luxury car by themselves? Why are you thinking so dirty!"

"Is there any evidence to prove that I took that photo?" The poet continued calmly.

"Won't your conscience ache!"

"I should ask you this, it is against the law for you to flesh me out!"

Name: Gao Le.

Former occupation: Internet cafe owner.

Current occupation: chief writer of network information maintenance company (marketing account).

Deeds: Candidly took photos, made things out of nothing, made up stories to attract attention, did not repent after being exposed, bit back, and launched cyber violence, forcing victims to die socially.

Old Henry looked at the poet in a daze, and snorted coldly: "Sure enough, he is not a good person."

"I, I just want to earn money for food." The poet anxiously defended, "With no income, what should I use to buy a wheelchair, what should I use to support Ah Jin, and what should I use to support myself?"

"You are still honest and upright." Old Henry didn't kick over because of his good self-cultivation.

Of course, there is another reason: he has to fight first.

—The detective has knocked the butler to the ground.

When the "housekeeper" shows his skills, he often takes the initiative by surprise.Because he has a weak leg after all.

Facing the detective who is proficient in fighting skills, it is reasonable to lose at this time.

Old Henry's intervention was one step too late.

The "housekeeper" bumped his head against the coffee table and lost his breath.

The detective punched the "steward" at the temple, wanting to mend it.

"—Stop!" Old Henry yelled to stop, while holding onto the detective tightly and dragging him back, "Speak up, all of you!"

In the chaos, it seemed that I heard a woman's groan|groaning.

"Hmm..." The college student rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes.

The forehead was swept by the fragments of the ashtray, and there were traces of blood.

"What happened?" The college student looked bewildered, and suddenly showed an expression of disbelief, "This is..."

As long as she looked up, she could see the curtain.

The video was replaced by a new surveillance video to play.

This time the picture is all black and white, and it looks old.

In the picture, the living room of a villa is shown.Although there is no color, but looking at the decorative lighting and furniture texture, we can know that the money and taste are good-this is not important.

Suddenly, an adult dragged a little boy and passed in front of the camera.A little girl hurried to the side, desperately pushing and shoving the adults, but was thrown aside by the adults.

The little boy took the opportunity to kick and beat the adult, and the adult held the little boy's nose tightly.Not long after, the little boy stopped moving.

The adults bent down to listen to the little boy's heart, and tried to press for rescue and give artificial respiration, but the little boy remained motionless.

The adult turned around in the living room a few times, the little girl jumped up and beat the adult again, and the adult suddenly carried the little girl onto the little boy.

He firmly grabbed the little girl's hands and strangled the little boy's neck.Amidst the little girl's struggling and crying, she pressed down hard.

The college student's breath stagnated, and a chilling chill spread throughout his body.

It's like... like a shudder from the depths of your soul.

There was a weeping, impotent little girl, spinning around in the atrium of her heart, knocking on the iron door of her prison.

"Save my brother!"

"help me!"

"Save us!"

"Save us!"

After the adult strangled the little boy to death with the help of the little girl, he did not leave.

He stuffed a piece of candy into the little girl's mouth, took out a pendant, swung it around in front of the little girl's eyes, and kept saying something.

The little girl's emotions gradually calmed down, her eyes moved back and forth following the pendant from left to right, and her expression gradually became numb.

Not long after, craziness appeared on the blank expression.

The adults put the boy into the large landscape fish tank in the living room, and put the little girl beside the tank.

He snapped his fingers, turned and left.

The little girl woke up and plunged into the fish tank.She thumped in the water, tightly hugging her brother's neck...

A moment later, a hand reached out to the surveillance camera, and the screen went black.

"—Ah!" the college student shrieked while holding his head.

The lock of memory is unlocked.

She didn't kill her brother!

The murderer hypnotized her and planted everything on her.

At that time, the criminal investigation technology was not yet developed, and the key surveillance evidence was taken away, and the murderer escaped the pursuit like this.

"It's so noisy!" The detective sneered while wrestling with old Henry, "So you are that little girl. It seems that my hypnosis is quite effective..."

"Murderer! You are the murderer!" The poet also changed his face, "Among us, only you have really killed someone!"

——No wonder you keep playing with rhythm and have bad intentions.Because he did commit murder.

"Well, if only you were less impulsive." The detective sighed, "Why can't you believe the stories I made up. I can be a detective who is passionate about justice."

"Tell this to the police!" Old Henry said angrily.

"Do you think that after knowing my secret, you can leave alive? Old man." The detective suddenly grabbed old Henry's neck with force, and twisted it hard!

Even the furthest poet heard the snap of a neck bone.

Old Henry took a few steps back, fell to the ground, and died soundlessly.

The detective turned to the poet with a half-smile: "Oh, if you want to blame it, blame your own dirty butt. Have you figured out how to die?"

He approached the poet step by step, the poet moved back in a panic, the detective stepped on his thigh, and he couldn't escape.

"Forgive, forgive me..." the poet begged, "I won't say anything, I won't say anything... Please, please forgive me!"

"I really want to forgive you, but it's a pity—how can a bottomless writer who dares to start a cyber storm reassure me?" The detective said slowly, looking at the crying college student, "This time, I have to borrow your Use your hands—you have a history of mental illness anyway.”

He wanted to do it again.

The author has something to say: Brother Yan: Playing dead, don’t cue...

Author: What is the truth?I believe everyone is familiar with the special world, but what is the truth about this, let the author take you to understand it together.

The truth is that the special world cannot be deduced according to common sense.You may be surprised why the special world cannot be inferred according to common sense?But this is the case, and the author is also very surprised.

This is about the truth, what do you think, please tell the author in the comment area to discuss together!

(Hahahahaha I'm sorry, let me laugh first, this is the classic speech template of the Princess, don't take it too seriously)