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"You can trust me."

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! You are all lying to me, you are all lying to me..."

Song Yuzhi insisted on dragging the wheelchair back. Jiang Xun, who noticed his movement, stepped on the ground first. The inertia caused the wound on the latter's leg to be pulled when the two exerted force at the same time. He gritted his teeth and grunted, forcing Song Yuzhi to stop. Down.

"Brother Punisher, how are you doing?"

Jiang Xun's face was pale, biting his lower lip and shaking his head, he waited for the pain to subside before looking at Lan Ling. Looking at his expression, it was obvious that his patience was exhausted.

"Little girl, playing hard to get is not good for police uncles. Do you think that after you stabbed me a few times, I can still act as if nothing happened. Seeing that you are a minor, I will fight for your leniency." Do you want to deal with it? After taking off this police uniform, I am an ordinary person like you, and my life is almost gone. Why should I give you room, because I am a policeman, so I deserve to be stabbed? If you don’t want to say it, forget it, and find death yourself No one has to stop you. What I can tell you clearly is that I am willing to risk my life to prevent you from jumping on the train. The good intentions have bottomed out. If you miss me like this, you will have plenty of time in prison for the rest of your life. I regret it."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Song Yuzhi, who pushed him out of the interrogation room, and just as he went out, the crying behind him suddenly stopped.

"You said that you would help me, but is it worthwhile for you to speak...?"

"You were yelling just now that you wanted to kill me, but you changed your face very quickly. As long as you don't mean what you say, then I will naturally mean what you say."

Everyone at the scene was stunned by his words, only Song Yuzhi and Lan Ling understood what he wanted to express - no matter what Lan Ling said or did before, from now on, she can no longer answer Jiang Xun's questions. If there is any concealment, once he finds doubts, he will deny all her words and overturn all the progress made. At that time, even the last person who trusts Lan Ling will be gone, and she will be really helpless.

Lan Ling is also aware of this point, although she did something impulsively to hurt Jiang Xun, but soon calmed down, knowing that Jiang Xun is the only person around who can help her.

If she still hesitated about this after hurting someone, then after Song Yuzhi interrogated her, she no longer doubted it.

In fact, this is exactly the result Song Yuzhi wanted. He did find some clues. As he said, the way to obtain information is not through formal channels, and it cannot be brought to the table. At most, it provides a general direction. That's all, stimulating Lan Ling and letting her explain everything by herself is the shortcut to this case. Jiang Xun is also aware of this, so he left that sentence to Qiantui.

Fortunately, Song Yuzhi understood his deep meaning and lived up to his expectations.

"There is a sentence, you are wrong, I have passed the age of 14, and I am no longer a minor who does not need to bear criminal responsibility. If this secret has not been exposed, maybe I will not be obsessed with having to explain it to you That's it."

Lan Ling's mood recovered, she was protecting her head with her hands bound by handcuffs, tears were drying up on her face, she was exhausted after venting hysterically, her expression was a little dull, she pushed away the criminal policeman who was holding her shoulders, and looked up Leaning back in the chair, he took a few deep breaths.

"I am 14 years old this year. Since I was born, my mother has concealed my real age and gender, hugged the girl who was born on the same day as me in the next ward, and registered my birth certificate. At that time, the control may not be strict. Well, maybe the hospital is not a good hospital. In a daze, my mother changed me to a girl in name, and she has been treating me like she raised a girl, asking me to grow my hair and braid it. Wearing a floral dress..."

As he spoke, he stroked his bare buttocks, feeling the joy of having regained his freedom.

"Since I was a child, I have not been very popular with others. No one wants to play with me or communicate with me. My mother doesn't accompany me very much. I was brought up by my grandma, but my grandma doesn't like me either. She thinks that I was raised by my mother so shamelessly that she always insulted me with hurtful words. My life was too miserable when I was a child. There were only sandbags with exposed stuffing and rubber bands tied with countless knots. My favorite toy is the doll my mother gave me on my birthday. I have one every year. I am reluctant to play with it. I put it outside for fear of getting dirty, so I lock it in the cabinet and take it out occasionally. Take a look, give it a hug... But I'm a fucking boy, should boys play with such sissy things?"

His statement from the heart was very emotional, and the emotional detective was moved by him, and his eyes were already red.

"My dad's name is Cheng Yi. I didn't lie to you. His name is Cheng Yi. I didn't see my mother often since I was a child, but as soon as I got home, she would have a big fight with my grandma, and then drink. I was so drunk, I was afraid of her when I was a child, but I was not so afraid when I grew up, in my eyes, she is a poor woman, a stupid woman who is so pitiful that I can't let go..."

Lan Ling laughed foolishly, her eyes suddenly became farther away, as if she could see farther and deeper places through Jiang Ping.

"She is so stupid, she hasn't come out of the shadows for so many years, even she has become my shadow, I want to get rid of her, and also want to free myself, so I killed her."

"Your mother died of cyanide poisoning. You didn't show up at the scene that day. Even if you confessed the motive for the murder, you are not qualified to kill. This alone is not enough to make us turn our attention to you. Why do you want to?" Cover up the murderer, or rather, why did you cover up Chen Dongsheng?"

Jiang Xun's voice was weak, but every word he said was irrefutable.

Lan Ling smiled wryly, a frustrated look appeared on her face at that moment, and she looked at him, full of helplessness.

"I don't want any murderers who come to my door, are you pitying me?"

"It has nothing to do with it."

"But even this is meaningless. Chen Dongsheng is dead. Don't you want to try your best to find only one murderer who is already dead? I will give you a chance to close the case now. As long as you say that I did it, everything will be fine. It can be solved, if you are happy, I can be happy too, isn't that good!"

The long-term emotional depression caused Lan Ling to be more manic and irritable than ordinary people after the collapse, and her mental state was extremely unstable. She slapped the table and yelled: "You really deserve to die. I should have killed you at that time. You might as well die. You really deserve to die!!"

Jiang Xun's violent temper may not be much better than him, and he was very angry. Seeing his frowning and chest heaving reaction, Zhou Mi said through the earphone: "If the situation is not good, let him come out. The suspect will piss himself off sooner or later."

But just when Song Yuzhi was about to take him out of the interrogation room, his emotions calmed down again, and he pressed Song Yuzhi's hand on his shoulder to stop the other party from moving.

He squinted his eyes to observe Lan Ling's every move, looked at Lan Ling who was madly banging her head against the small table, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Lan Ling, don't you think that you can only protect yourself if you go to prison?"

Lan Ling's movement of bumping her head continued, but the momentary hesitation had disrupted his rhythm, so that he quickly lost his sense of proportion, dodging Jiang Xun's eyes in a panic and bewilderment, and pushed away sensitively. Interpol who stopped him from self-harm.

"He can't just go to jail and check his real identity. The purpose of his mother's painstaking efforts to forge a false identity for him will not be purely out of bad taste. While blocking one way for him, he will definitely find another way. His real household registration may be under the name of someone related to his father, the name 'Cheng Rang' appeared on Oscar that day, go check it out."

Song Yuzhi was about to nod in response, but Lan Ling let out a heart-piercing cry.

"No, no, I have nothing to do with him, you shoot me, you let me go, I've had enough, what are you going to do... I have already said that I kill people, I kill me Kill me, if this is not enough, I can say whatever you want me to say, please..."

Song Yuzhi said coldly: "Why did Feng Jianjun appear near the scene on the day of the crime, what is your relationship with Chen Dongsheng, and where did your family's ashes come from?"

"Old man Feng was tricked by me, because he was one of the people who hated my mother, and he had a motive to kill her. If he went, as long as someone proved that I was not there, no one would suspect me .Chen Dongsheng is my grandma's little boy. They have been together for several years. They have been abducting and selling children. Some of them who can't be sold will be maimed and thrown out to beg, and let them fend for themselves. The ones in their hands will be taken to the wild to be buried. In the past few years, the management has been strict. Developers often dig up children’s bodies in the wasteland, and they frequently make news. As a den, the incinerator was hidden in the basement..."

With Lan Ling's current state, it is difficult to distinguish whether he is telling the truth in a stable consciousness or a story made up after being confused. In any case, it is better for him to just speak than to keep silent.

Jiang Xun's attitude eased, and his eyes signaled several vigilant criminal police officers to relax their guard.

He poured a glass of water for Lan Ling, and when he placed it in front of Lan Ling, the other party suddenly grabbed his hand, everyone was shocked, Song Yu only wanted to pull him back, but Jiang Xun raised his hand to stop her again.

He found that Lan Ling didn't use any force, and she didn't intend to hurt anyone. The palms that were clenched in cold sweat were trembling slightly against his wrists, obviously she was afraid of something.

"I'm sorry..." He heard Lan Ling say in a barely audible voice, "I'm sorry, I don't want to kill you, but if you live, I will die, I'm very scared... only you can save me now, I They don't believe what I say, but you will believe me, right, right..."

He looked at Lan Ling's red eyes, and sadly begged for his trust, saying that it was impossible to remain indifferent.

"How do you know that Chen Dongsheng is dead?"

"I... I saw..."

"What do you see?"

"I saw him in the sewer, being... no, no, I can't say it, I will be killed if I say it, can't say it, can't say it..."

Lan Ling nervously pushed Jiang Xun away. The latter was unprepared for a while, and it was difficult to react when he had not adapted to the reduced mobility after the injury. Song Yu stood between the wheelchair and the corner of the table and looked out of the one-way glass. The reflection in the interrogation room was reflected.

But he always felt that in the depths of the darkness, there seemed to be a pair of eyes peeking out.

The author has something to say: Open a new advance receipt!The title of the article is "After I ran away from home, I was taken back to the wolf's lair by the boss", click on the author's column to save it, it is the story of Shen Guan and Song Xiaogongzi's mentor Wen Sinan, black-bellied uncle Gong x pure paranoid wolf dog shou, I hope you like it~

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When Shen Guan was 16 years old, he fell in love with Song Shensi at first sight. He never felt that a man could be so attractive to him. He didn't know that this man was a man of gold and jade until he was cooked.

It was raining heavily on the day he was kicked out of the house. He sat on the side of the road and saw a beautiful umbrella. He couldn't help hiding in the square inch of the world, his wet face stuck to the warm hand holding the umbrella, like a bird A poor dog that people want.

"Uncle, can you take me home?"

Thank you for reading the text, the little cute duck~