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The white light of the lamp on the table is facing Ji Haodong.

Mu Zixing sat down on the chair opposite, looked at him calmly, and the continuous interrogation didn't seem to have any effect on him except for making this man a little tired.

He was locked in a chair with a relaxed posture, not as if he was in prison, but more as if he had come to drink tea.

This was different from what Mu Zixing imagined a prisoner should look like, and the other party's smile made him feel provocative and eye-catching.

If it was him, he would never hand over Ji Haodong to the law for punishment.

He will definitely kill this man with his own hands to avenge his husband's relatives, his mother and partners.

But Lei Shao refused.

Although the other party didn't say anything, Mu Zixing knew the reason. From Lei Shao's point of view, no matter how much Ji Haodong lost his conscience, he couldn't erase the fact that he was related to Mu Zixing by blood.

The son kills the father.

He didn't want Mu Zixing to bear such a reputation.

In addition, Lei Shao's mother used to be a policeman, and the only way of life she gave Lei Shao was "integrity". Perhaps she would rather see him hand over his enemy to the police than Lei Shao killing his enemy himself.

Thinking of this, Mu Zixing's heart softened, and the hostility in his eyes slowly dissipated. He looked at Ji Haodong who was opposite him and asked coldly, "What do you want from me?"

"My son harmed my father, and I will be struck by lightning." Ji Haodong sighed.

Mu Zixing sneered, "Not necessarily, if you are going to die, you are doing harm to the people."

Ji Haodong raised his eyebrows. He probably didn't expect Mu Zixing, who was always gloomy, to be so sharp-tongued, so he laughed unexpectedly.

Mu Zixing leaned back in his chair, looked at him coldly and smiled.

After a while, Ji Haodong stopped smiling, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and said lazily, "It's actually nothing, I'm just curious, how long have you been preparing?"

"If you can destroy Rongxing, I underestimate you."

"If you just came to talk to me about this, then there's no need for us to talk any further." Mu Zixing said.

Ji Haodong raised his chin, signaling him to be calm, "It's not good to be so angry, son."

He said with a good temper, "You must have some questions to ask me when you come here, otherwise you wouldn't come to see me at all."

Speaking of which, Ji Haodong shrugged his shoulders, "Since this is the case, isn't it fair for us to exchange each other?"

Mu Zixing did have something to ask him, so he couldn't leave for a while.

"I can answer your question first." Ji Haodong said very sincerely.

"Did you do LA's death?" Mu Zixing asked.

Hearing this, Ji Haodong stared at Mu Zixing for a while, then laughed again, "Son, do you think I'm stupid? This is the police station, what do you think I'll admit?"

These words made Mu Zixing lose all patience. He stood up from the chair abruptly, then leaned over and grabbed Ji Haodong's collar, his hands were shaking uncontrollably because of the deep-seated hatred.

"Do you think you can escape the fate of being shot if you don't admit this?" Mu Zixing clenched his fists, lowered his voice, and said in a very cold tone, "You'd better explain it clearly, otherwise, I will make you worse off inside. Die, don’t believe me, we can try.”

Seeing that Mu Zixing was about to lose control, Lei Shao outside frowned, and wanted to go in and pull him out, but Xia Yin stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."

In the interrogation room, Ji Haodong was pulled by his collar, his upper body was lifted from the seat, and he was in a very awkward posture, but he was not moved by Mu Zixing's threat. Come in with me."

Ji Haodong seemed to know where Lei Shao was. He glanced at the one-sided visible glass and said slowly, "Rongxing is ruined. We all came in. Do you think you can escape by yourself?"

Mu Zixing's eyebrows jumped suddenly.

"In Rongxing, who has more blood on their hands than you? You are Rongxing's executioner, the murder weapon. Do you think the Lei family boy will protect you?"

Mu Zixing's pupils shrank suddenly.

"How did he forget about you in those years? Why did he treat you so suddenly now? He was just using you. You killed his sweetheart, and he hated you to the bone. How could he let you go?"

Ji Haodong's very bewitching words fell into Mu Zixing's ears one after another. He didn't believe a single word he said, but he was so emotionally agitated that he completely lost control.

"You're talking nonsense!" Mu Zixing punched Ji Haodong in the face and shouted sharply, "I didn't kill him! It was you! You said it was the antidote! You lied to me!"

All the blood in his body seemed to pour into his brain, Mu Zixing's brain was roaring, and the sharp pain at the nerve endings made him completely lose his mind.

The hatred seemed to tear him apart from the inside out, and Mu Zixing's eyes were filled with blood.

He knew that he hated Ji Haodong, but he never knew how much he hated, until now, in the deep-rooted hatred that could tear him to pieces, he grabbed him by the neck with a force that could crush bones...

What happened later, Mu Zixing has no memory, the panicked voices, the impact of the iron chair being overturned, the forceful pulling, and the dazzling pale lights...all the audible and visible sounds and images, It became a group of mottled color blocks in my mind.

He was hysterical and crazy, someone was calling him, some arms hugged him tightly, and a voice that seemed to be far away and seemed to be close to his ears called him over and over again.

Mu Zixing wanted to break down and cry, but he didn't know until now that he hated this world so much.

He never reconciled with the past.

Yan Yi was a knife stuck in his heart, even though it was dripping with blood, he never dared to tell Lei Shao, so it grew there.

After the reconciliation, Lei Shao still kept silent about Yan Yi's attitude, making him wonder if the knife would suddenly pierce his heart again one day.

Mu Zixing hid these thoughts so deeply that he might not even be aware of them on weekdays, but Ji Haodong's words brought out what he hated and feared the most.

Yan Yi is a taboo that cannot be mentioned between him and Lei Shao. How far can two people with the taboo go?

Tears rolled down from the corners of his closed eyes, and Mu Zixing's lips trembled. He once carefully asked Lei Shao if he had forgiven him for what happened to Yan Yi?Lei Shao didn't answer at that time.

In fact, what he wanted was not forgiveness.

Regarding the past, he has missed a lot of things, alone with Yan Yi, he thinks he is not at fault, but Lei Shao never gave him a chance to clarify.

I don't know how long it took, and when they woke up again, they were already in the car, Mu Zixing's face was facing out the window, and the neon lights on the street slowly receded in his field of vision.

No one in the car spoke, and the scenery outside the window gradually changed from bustling to bleak, and finally in a suburban place without street lights, the car turned off and stopped.

One hand pinched the back of the neck very lightly, and after a while called him, "Mu Zixing."

Mu Zixing moved his eyes and turned to look at the man in the driver's seat.

Lei Shao held a cigarette in his hand. He opened the car window, and the cold wind came in. Mu Zixing was dazzled by the light smoke, and then he heard the other party ask, "The day you and Yan Yi were kidnapped?" ,what happened?"

I don't know if it was Mu Zixing's illusion, but he heard a trill in Lei Shao's tone.