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Two months ago, Mao Taijiu, the president of Chengyun Yuntong Group, was arrested by the police and accused him of being the main suspect in several murders.

There was a public outcry in Chengyun City.

It's so incomprehensible. 36-year-old Mao Taijiu is a star figure in Seungyun City. His father, Seung Ki-beom, is the richest man in the city and almost the richest man in South Korea. In addition to owning Seungyun Express Group, he is also involved in real estate, catering, Services, finance, investment and other fields, it is said that among the land auctioned by the South Korean government, half of the famous plots were bought by Mao Jibum.

Mao Taijiu is not only rich. He graduated from Princeton University, one of the Ivy League schools in the United States, with excellent grades. He can speak Korean, English, Japanese, Chinese, French, and German. He is a very capable person in himself.Moreover, he has an excellent appearance, handsome and elegant, outstanding temperament, and impeccable manners. Not to mention ordinary starlets, there are not many top Korean stars who can match his appearance.

Anyone who saw him had to admit that this man was the darling of fate.

With a bright future, unlimited wealth, and both talent and looks, would such a person be a murderer?Is he crazy?

Yes, he is crazy.

The psychiatrist determined that Mao Taijiu was a typical antisocial personality with serious violent tendencies.

There are still many doubts about Mao Taijiu's murder case, and the evidence is not sufficient. The police department and the prosecutor's office are still arguing, but Mao Taijiu's mental problems are unanimously agreed by all parties.So Mao Taijiu was sent to Chengyun City Mental Hospital a month ago.

Regardless of the final outcome of the case, he will spend the rest of his life in a mental hospital.

From the moment he was arrested, Mao Taijiu said nothing, as if his soul had already left before his penis, and what he left in this world was just an empty shell.

But neither the outside world nor he himself expected that anyone would make an idea of ​​his "empty shell".

Ten minutes later, someone came to the "activity room".

There was the sound of a key unlocking the door, which opened and closed, then locked again from the inside.

The man turned on a small light after entering the door, walked up to Mao Taijiu, stretched out his hand and lifted off the white sheet on his body and the thin cloth on his face.

"I know you're awake, did you hear what you said just now?" Dr. Quan Zhenghuan spoke, and he had already sent away the Japanese customer Masahiro Murakami who was watching the goods.

Mao Taijiu's face was calm, his eyelids were closed, his breathing was steady, and he remained motionless.

Quan Zhenghuan sneered, without piercing him, went to the window and rolled up a blind.

Chengyun City Mental Hospital is built on the middle of the mountain, and the activity room is on the fourth floor of the hospital. From the position of the window, you can see the lights of most of the city in the distance.

There are people under every light, and there are all kinds of stories, some are happening, and some are about to end.

Quan Zhenghuan pushed open a window, and the cold night air immediately squeezed in through the open window.

The lighter clicked, and a flame with a light blue bottom and a yellow-red top flashed in front of the half-dark window.Quan Zhenghuan held the flame with his hands, lowered his head, and lit the cigarette dangling from his lips.Then he extinguished the lighter, held the cigarette in one hand, took a deep breath, put the lighter in the pocket of his white coat with the other hand, stood in front of the window and began to puff.

The cold air mixed with smoke rushed to Mao Taijiu's body, causing his arrector pili muscles to contract, small pimples rose up on the surface of the skin, and the fine hairs stood up one by one.

The smoke hit Mao Taijiu's respiratory tract, and he coughed involuntarily.

Acting skills alone are not enough to pretend to be asleep or unconscious in front of a doctor.

Quan Zhenghuan laughed loudly, brought half of the cigarette in his hand to his lips and took two deep puffs, twisted out the cigarette butt on the stainless steel anti-theft window, threw it far away, reached out to close the window, and then lowered the venetian blind.

He walked up to Mao Taijiu, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the almost perfect handsome face of the other party.

"I'm sorry to hear that your organs will be removed, right? But what can you do? This is your fate."

Quan Zhenghuan stretched out his right index finger, because he had been standing in front of the window holding a cigarette, his fingers were cold, not much hotter than a scalpel.

This cold knife-like finger rested on the top of Mao Taijiu's left chest and heart, and swiped it maliciously.If it weren't for the short nails, his stroke would have drawn blood on Mao Taijiu's skin. Even so, it had left a red mark on Mao Taijiu's smooth skin.

"That's it, the scalpel cuts away, cuts through the skin, fat, muscle... underneath is your hot heart."

Quan Zhenghuan's eyes showed a kind of sick fanaticism.

"It always feels magical whenever I hold that warm heart in my hand. It's really interesting to take a part from one person's body and live it in another person's body."

The masseter muscle on Mao Taijiu's face jumped, and his expression returned to calm.

Endure, can not give him any reaction.

Mao Taijiu has always been very lonely. He cannot understand other people's feelings, nor can he share his inner feelings with others.

He is different from them. Others feel happy, sad and painful, but he just feels bored and uninteresting.

What he finds surprising, exciting and fun, others find scary, frightening and disgusting.

Yes, disgusting.

When Mao Taijiu felt that Quan Zhenghuan's words and behavior made him sick, he suddenly had a glimmer of insight: Am I the same in the eyes of others?

He used to think that he just didn't like normal people, but now he found that he didn't like perverts at all.

The perverted Doctor Quan continued his lyricism: "You can understand my feelings, right? You definitely can, we are of the same mind."

Quan Zhenghuan put his hand on the top of Mao Taijiu's head. Mao Taijiu's thick hair filled the young but semi-bald Quan Zhenghuan with envy and hatred. He couldn't help pulling Mao Taijiu's hair hard.

The burning pain from the scalp finally made Mao Taijiu open his eyes. The dark amber pupils in those eyes were very beautiful. He looked at Quan Zhenghuan indifferently, as if looking at a dead object.

Quan Zhenghuan involuntarily let go of his hand.

Damn, this kid's eyes are really piercing.

But such a retreat also made Quan Zhenghuan very unwilling. Looking at Mao Taijiu's immobile limbs, he finally regained a little self-confidence as a ruler.

"What are you crazy about? Kid. Don't you know your situation yet?" Quan Zhenghuan folded his arms and looked at Mao Taijiu's face and body. "What's the use of being rich? Falling on the clouds Come down, isn't it the same as the mud on the bottom of your feet?"

Mao Taijiu closed his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't close his hearing at the same time, this fly-like kid was too annoying.

"I heard that you smashed other people's heads because you liked the sound of bones breaking. You also left words from the Bible next to the corpse, thinking that God is judging the world." Quan Zhenghuan raised his chin, A haughty expression appeared on his face, "It's ridiculous, what kind of god are you? You only know destruction and destruction. Don't you know that even the humblest body is useful? Instead of wasting food alive, it's better to make a little contribution to the world. Such as criminals, The mentally ill, the homeless, and all other people who are useless to society, if their organs are healthy, they can be completely recycled, allowing those human elites to continue their lives. Gods are the ones who create miracles of life.”

Mao Taijiu sighed, and said the first sentence of the night: "Get out."

Mao Taijiu had said similar things to others before, such as: "What's wrong with killing those useless people?"

Now someone has told him that it's not good, it's very bad, it's too wasteful, and that organs should be harvested rather than being killed for nothing.

Logically, there seems to be no problem, but when he himself becomes a useless person in others' mouths, that feeling is very bad.

Quan Zhenghuan was angry.

He didn't understand why he still had such a strong momentum even though the kid in front of him had already become a piece of meat on the chopping board?He looked at others with such contempt and indifference, as if everyone in the world except him was an unclean thing that should be eliminated.At this point, shouldn't he kneel down and beg for mercy?At least you should show fear or regret.

I want to tear him apart, want to cut him open, and take off every organ in his body with my own hands.

It's all those damn Japanese who want to get him to Japan to harvest his internal organs.

Why is there no one in South Korea to match this kid?If it was picked in South Korea, Mao Taijiu would have died under his scalpel.

Quan Zhenghuan angrily pulled up the white sheet piled up around Mao Taijiu's waist, rolled it into a ball, slammed it hard on Mao Taijiu's face, and strode away from the activity room.

Walking into the corridor, Quan Zhenghuan's anger value began to drop, he turned back and locked the door of the activity room.

By the time he stopped in front of his office, Quan Zhenghuan had a habitual smile on his face again.

Really, what are you fussing about with a dying person? Do you still expect to hear praise from him?

Dr. Quan, who put on the mask of gentleness and humility again, opened the door and entered the office, and his two assistants stood up immediately.

Chun Joong-ki with a round face said nervously, "Doctor Quan, did he hear that?"

Quan Zhenghuan nodded.

Quan Zhongji said dejectedly: "Then what should we do? Originally, he was not cooperative with eating and taking medicine, but now it's even more difficult."

The long-faced Lee Joo-hyuk obviously has more brains, and he is worried about other things: "What if the police or reporters come to the door, what if he speaks out?"

After Mao Taijiu was sent to the psychiatric hospital, the police and reporters would visit him from time to time, because he refused to speak, gradually less people came to see him, but he was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, even if there were no reporters and police, he would be yelled at by him It's not okay to go out and let other people in the mental hospital hear it.

The Chengyun Psychiatric Hospital is not what Quan Zhenghuan said. The harvesting of organs is harmful to the world and cannot be tolerated anywhere.

"Joo Hyuk, go and inject medicine into his vocal cords. Although he is awake, he still can't move." Quan Zhenghuan has already thought of a countermeasure, "The vocal cords are swollen, so he can't speak. If he is locked up alone, someone will Before coming to see him, just use drugs to make him sleep. Anyway, hasn’t he kept silent? Let him continue to keep his mouth shut.”

Lee Joo-hyuk answered "Yes" first, and then worried: "But, Mr. Murakami said he can't be hurt..."

"Oh, the vocal cords are not on the surface of the body, so you can't see any injuries. You can still talk after the swelling subsides. It doesn't matter if you can't speak anymore. People are not looking at his vocal cords."

The two assistants Qi Qi said: "Yes." They took the keys and left the office together to deal with Mao Taijiu.

Kwon Jung-hwan called Choi Young-sik, the chief secretary of Chairman Cho.

Chairman Zhao is the king of the underground sex industry in Chengyun City. He runs several of the largest and most luxurious nightclubs in Chengyun City, and controls a considerable part of the underworld forces in Chengyun City.

"The money has already arrived, the Japanese are really quick." Cui Yongzhi's voice sounded relaxed and happy.

Also, if the buyer takes the initiative to raise the price, the seller is of course in a good mood.

"Congratulations to Secretary Cui and President Zhao."

"What do I have to congratulate?" Cui Yongzhi seemed to laugh, and coughed softly after realizing something was wrong, his voice became serious, "The president just wants to vent his breath and let him feel comfortable in the mental hospital It's too cheap for him to live forever. Such a beautiful Miss Zhang Run'e died so badly, how can this kind of revenge not be avenged?"

In one of the murders Mao Taijiu was accused of, the victim, Zhang Run'e, was President Zhao's lover, and the two had a son.

"Yes. This person deserved what he deserved. Have you decided when to pick up the goods?"

"I have to wait a few more days to pick up the goods. I have to buy a corpse to replace Mao Taijiu. I have to forge his teeth and fingerprint records first. The police department and the prosecutor's office have to be cleared up. There are so many troubles. "

"Secretary Cui, those who are able can do more work. Then I will wait for news from your side."

"Well, just wait. Be careful not to grow him thin, and don't hurt him. Over there, he takes it very seriously. Maybe President Yamada will be reluctant to kill him when he falls in love with him at first sight, and will stay by his side day and night to love him. Secretary Cui laughed wretchedly on the other end of the phone.

Quan Zhenghuan shrank his heart. This is not good news. As long as a person does not die, there is always a possibility of turning over. In case Mao Taijiu takes advantage of Chairman Yamada's favor and becomes the master again, remembering what he did today, What about revenge?

"Here, only his kidneys are the best match for President Yamada. Will President Yamada really be reluctant to touch him?"

"Hahahaha." Cui Yongzhi's loud laughter came from the receiver, "Why? I was joking just now. Do you really think that Japanese gangsters are vegetarians? I guess they have played enough before killing them."

Quan Zhenghuan felt relieved, and echoed: "That's right, that's how bad guys should end up."

"Isn't it?" Cui Yongzhi said in a leisurely manner, "This is called evil comes with evil!"

The two chatted freely about the life and death of others, without realizing that they were actually members of the "evil".