God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

This is breaking news. A well-known philanthropist killed his mother himself. Once this secret is exposed, it will not only be criminally responsible, but may even affect the stability of the entire society.

But Wen Xichun still wants to know the real reason why Mr. Zhou killed his mother.

He doesn't seem to be born with an anti-social personality, and he can't even see a bit of malice from his kind face. Thinking of the scene where he was surrounded by dolphins on the deck, Wen Xichun has always believed that people who can be liked by animals are born with kindness temperament, at least not a treacherous person.

"My family was not happy. My father was drinking and cheating at home. My mother suffered from mental illness due to this long-term mental and physical violence, and she had a serious tendency to violence. She often beat me and my younger brother, even my seven-year-old son. She stabbed her younger brother to death with scissors."

Hearing this, Bai Jian silently hugged her body tightly, with a serious expression on her face.

Perhaps the embarrassing memories came to my heart again because of this sentence.

"Actually, she wakes up occasionally, and when she wakes up, she will feel self-blame for her violent behavior. She is a good mother. I can only say that fate tricks people."

Fred pushed back his glasses, and a deep furrow formed between his brows.

Old Mr. Zhou smiled self-deprecatingly, and said softly: "Later, she was afraid that she would attack me as if she had killed her younger brother when she got sick, so she gave me a fruit knife and told me that when she got sick again and When it gets aggressive, kill her with this knife so that even if the police come, I can get away with being defensive and underage."

He slowly raised his hand and showed the scar on his hand to everyone, his eyes were moist and red: "This is what my mother bit when she was ill. She strangled my neck and didn't intend to save me a way out. At that time I really... just wanted to live."

Bai Jian turned her head. Fortunately, the room was dimly lit and no one could see the tears running down her eyes.

"Later, I left my hometown and came to the capital. I started from the bottom and went step by step to today. I ran for the head of a charity organization and helped tens of thousands of people every year. I thought this could make up for my inner self-blame and fear... But it seems that , you are just deceiving yourself."

Mr. Zhou's experience is somewhat similar to Yang Huirong's, they both gave up the bottom line of human beings when they were forced to. But then again, if they were not forced to, who would bear the pain to kill their own relatives.

"Most people in the world are pursuing a good life, but for some people, even living has become a luxury." Mr. Zhou sighed softly, "My confession is over."

As soon as the words fell, lonely applause resounded impressively, echoing continuously in the huge room.

Alfred clapped his hands vigorously, with a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth:

"Compared to Mr. Zhou's cruel and extremely violent past experience, my crime seems a little insignificant."

Mr. Zhou pursed his lips for a moment, and a deep furrow formed between his brows. To him, this was a past he didn’t want to mention again, but in Alfred’s eyes, it became an art that could be judged by its artistic value. Behavior, it does feel offended.

"Someone said that if doing something makes you feel tired, then it is a far-fetched thing for you." Alfred took off his glasses, took out a glasses cloth from his pocket and wiped them carefully.

"Before the age of 26, I was always a joke. I re-examined for four years just to enter the top art colleges in China, but in the end I could only go to an ordinary second class. Even then, I never thought of giving up. I planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination. When I arrived at that school, I worked very hard since I first entered the school. I went to the library and studio every day. My roommate laughed at me for pretending. I was very excited at the time and told him that I had obtained the school examination certificate from a top art academy, but it was only because of my poor English. a bit."

Fred smiled: "Do you know what my roommate said at the time? He told me that even if I got a certificate from the Repin Academy of Fine Arts, it's not a classmate with him."

"The four years in college were the most painful four years in my life. I never thought that a group of adults would behave like junior high school students. I was forced to drink soda and was beaten. Going to the bottom of the bed and being stripped naked by the middle, I endured it like this for four years, trying to survive."

Speaking of this, Fred seemed to suddenly think of something happy, leaning back on the sofa and laughing, he tried to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "But I'm sorry, I really passed the exam, and I was admitted to the top of the inter-professional exam. The most powerful sculpture department in the Academy of Fine Arts."

Suddenly, the smile faded from his face, replaced by confusion and doubt.

"Later I talked about a girlfriend who was a ballet student at the conservatory next door. She was very beautiful and gentle. She invited me to her ballet performance. To be honest, that was the first time I saw her dance. A beautiful and elegant white swan captured everyone's hearts on stage."

"After that, she became my exclusive model. I created hundreds of sculptures for her, and received numerous awards. With those works, I entered the National Artists Association, and later became the secretary general of the association until... the chairman of the board. , I am no longer the trash who was bullied by others, and I am no longer the poor person who only watched his girlfriend dance and felt deeply inferior, but I don’t know why, since then I can’t create anything to make myself satisfactory work."

"I locked myself in the studio, didn't think about food and drink, welded the skeleton, put on the clay, pushed and turned the mold over and over again, but my works lost their soul, they were smashed by me, and I became a complete waste ,What should I do."

Having said that, Fred raised his hand and scratched his arm vigorously, his eyes were empty and unfocused, like those lifeless sculptures in his mouth.

"Later I realized that the soul of the work is my girlfriend. Without her, those works would be just a pile of mud. So, I killed her, broke all her joints, and sealed her body with bone nails." The joints put her in the ideal shape, she was covered with mud, and like this, the world's best "Ballerina" was born."

Wen Xichun raised his head, his gaze was like a torch. If he was lucky enough to leave here, this Fred would probably spend the rest of his life in prison.

"My girlfriend is a left-behind family. According to her description, her parents may have forgotten her existence. They haven't been back for many years. There are only her and grandma at home. So after she disappeared, no one asked about her. Only the school came to me to inquire once. , but that’s about it.”

Fred gradually frowned, as if talking to himself or to someone: "I love her very much, but I know that human beings are born, old, sick and die, and sooner or later there will be a day of parting. Instead of letting her face the pain , it is better to let me bear it alone, as long as she becomes a priceless treasure that will last forever, as long as she is loved by everyone, it is really a good thing for her."

"Stop giving yourself money!" Angrily, Bai Jian jumped up from the sofa, she looked very excited and trembling all over, "In this ridiculous joke, your girlfriend suffered pain before death After being tortured, after death, it was made into a sculpture and placed outside the exhibition hall for everyone to enjoy, and you are the only one who has profited from it and gained fame and praise from the beginning to the end, so why do you feel for her!"

Fred sneered: "People who are full of worldly atmosphere are not qualified to judge me, you are not worthy."

After that, he turned his head and smiled darkly at Wen Xichun: "Then Mr. Police, what is your crime?"

Wen Xichun seemed to be in a lifetime, and his mind seemed to be suddenly stuffed into a mess.

Yes, if it is said that those who are imprisoned and imprisoned here are all people who wear sins, then what are their own sins?

Suddenly, my sister's delicate and delicate face appeared in front of me. She was standing on the podium in uniform, with a gentle smile on her face:

"If there is any advice that everyone wants me to give, then I can only say that the life advice is to love your brother."

Wen Xiyuan, just hearing these three words will make her unable to move as if she has been nailed all over her body.

Crime, what is it?

The only reason why I show my affection to a surly and weird girl like Bai Jian is because I can see a little bit of my sister in her. Thinking about it this way, I should love my sister very much.

But I just can't remember what the crime related to my sister was.

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, with a tired smile on his face: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

There was a sound of "click", and a blinding light suddenly radiated from a corner of the room.

Everyone subconsciously followed the bright light and cast their gazes.

It was the wall-mounted TV above the fireplace, and Mu Bai appeared on the screen.

"What... is this?" Mister Zhou murmured.

After a blank period of half a minute, a line of big bold characters slowly emerged:

【February [-]rd Dinner Recipe: Sirloin Steak, Vegetable Salad, Freshly Squeezed Juice, Human Meat Stew】

"Who are you! What do you want to do, let us out!" Bai Jian shouted at the TV.

She didn't participate in the dinner, and didn't even pay attention to the last four words.

It's just that the other three people's eyes widened in unison.

Wen Xichun recalled that Yao Jingrong once said that the organization looks like human flesh, but Songyue is not a training base for murderers, so it should not be possible, so at that time, he guessed that the dish that resembled human flesh tissue might be shark meat Or the meat of other primates.

But now someone told them that what they ate that night was either shark meat or a certain part of the human body.

After retching, Mr. Zhou quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth. If his stomach hadn't been emptied long ago, he could spit out two meters of rice overnight.

There was another "click", and the TV screen suddenly went black, only the ridiculous faces of a few people were reflected on the screen.

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Many place names in the article have been virtualized, and some private settings have been added, so don't take it seriously.