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Jiang Qian's expression gradually turned cold.

It wasn't the subtitles that appeared on the screen, but the moment he sat down, he felt dizzy for no reason.

This feeling of dizziness is very strange.

If I had to describe it... it was as if a certain area of ​​the brain was vibrating. Many images in the memory appeared and disappeared quickly. The memory palace that originally neatly stored a large amount of data seemed to be far away and now close, as if it was far away.

Jiang Qian raised his hand and pressed his temples until the dizziness subsided.

By this time, the subtitles on the screen had disappeared.

The main movie started to play.

Jiang Qian raised his head and focused on the screen.

In the high-definition shot, the back of a young man appeared.

He squatted in the corner, flipping his hands up and down, as if he was practicing cooking.

Concentrate and relish.

The camera gradually zoomed in, revealing his favorite ingredient: a cooked rat.

The charred outline hangs ferociously between the gaps between several turned heads. Two thick wires pass through its plump body and hold it over the fire.

The smell of burnt hair and the delicious aroma of roasted meat penetrated his nose without warning, causing Jiang Qian's pupils to shrink slightly.

At the same time, he was able to confirm that what was played in this projection room was a certain memory from when he was 8 years old.

The images in the memory are being played in the form of a video on the screen, while other sensory memories such as smell and taste are directly affecting oneself.

The effect is: Although Jiang Qian is sitting in the audience, he feels like he is "in the play".

He silently clenched his hands.

"Jiang Qian, what are you doing?"

A suppressed and angry voice came from behind the young Jiang Qian, so much so that he subconsciously dropped the skewers, quickly turned around, and faced the source of the voice.

Opposite the young Jiang Qian, stood a big boy who was a head taller than him.

His skin color is two shades darker than Jiang Qian's, and his face is angular for the first time, strong and straight. It's Jiang Qian's brother, Jiang Yang!

Jiang Yang is 6 years older than Jiang Qian. Jiang Qian is 8 years old and Jiang Yang is about 14 years old.

At that time, Jiang Yang was still a domineering bad boy, a ruthless character rumored on campus.

But in the eyes of his younger brother, he is just a facade.

Jiang Yang looked past the young Jiang Qian and saw the roasted mouse. His expression was obviously shocked, and the corner of his mouth even twitched.

Then, he forced out an ugly smile: "Hey, the food is good today, it's cooked."

"Charred on the outside and tender on the inside, do you want to try it?" Young Jiang Qian pointed to the side, where six or seven freshly roasted rat cubs were lying in a row.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

But both brothers knew very well that these things were not for eating at all.

For Jiang Qian at that time, small animals were just like his toys, and roasting rats over fire was just a fun activity.

But this kind of fun activity is not welcomed by his brother.

"……abnormal!"

The next moment, Jiang Yang rushed over and pushed his brother down with brute force, followed by punches and kicks.

Any pair of brothers will quarrel and have conflicts. Such disputes are always inevitable when they are under the same roof, especially when they were young.

But even if they do take action, everyone will still have some scruples and won't be ruthless.

But Jiang Yang's violent behavior has clearly crossed the line.

He didn't seem to be teaching his brother a lesson, but rather... he was using force to punish the "devil in his body".

This is Jiang Qian's true memory.

The pain was clearly concentrated from all parts of the body to the central nervous system, so real that it felt a little nauseating.

Jiang Qian, who was sitting on the sofa, had a calm face, but his hands were clenched into fists and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh.

On the screen, after venting his violence, Jiang Yang took his younger brother by the collar, pressed him against the cement wall of the warehouse, and warned him word for word: "If I find you again, I will chop off your dirty hands." ”

Seeing his brother gnashing his teeth, young Jiang Qian showed no fear on his slightly pale face.

"Do you understand? Do you understand?!" Jiang Yang grabbed his brother's collar and shook him.

As if he was covering up his panic with rage.

Finally, the corners of young Jiang Qian's purple lips opened into a smile.

"What's your expression like? I'm beating you up!" Jiang Yang was so angry that his eyes were twitching, and his hand holding his collar was trembling slightly.

"You'd better chop me up or kill me now, otherwise don't mess with me."

"What?" Jiang Yang didn't seem to understand.

"I said, brother, do you dare to chop me up?"

"Damn it, Jiang Qian... what do you mean?! Do you want to fight me to the death?" Jiang Yang gradually became hysterical, "Do you have that ability?"

"You always have time to sleep." The young man Jiang Qian said calmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Yang's expression gradually became astonished.

Then came indecision.

Finally, the hand holding Jiang Qian's collar even showed signs of loosening...

But then, Jiang Yang's hands suddenly tightened and his pupils condensed!

"Fuck...Jiang Qian, you really don't want to live anymore, do you?!"

In the next scene, young Jiang Qian was pushed to the ground.

Jiang Yang crossed him, kicked over the "stove" that his brother was tinkering with, and stomped on it until it went out. The crispy mouse was trampled into a pulp without any accident.

Not only that, he also rushed into the warehouse and dug out piles of small animal specimens... Those creatures that still maintained their original appearance after being killed were completely shattered under Jiang Yang's trampling.

Seeing this, young Jiang Qian rushed over like a bullet, and the two brothers struggled with each other again.

The scene switches between scenes of escalating violence.

This is the first time the conflict between brothers Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang has escalated. They are facing each other violently, while the other would rather break than bend.

Jiang Qian sat tensely on the sofa. It wasn't until the violent conflict in the screen was completely cut out that he slowly and slowly let go of his palms that were turned white.

This memory, including all the physical sensations in this memory, will be fed back to him simultaneously, and the pressure can be imagined.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang was not very old at that time, otherwise I would be in a very bad state right now... Jiang Qian thought to himself.

He moved his hands that were numb from clenching for a long time, and his memory images were still playing.

Jiang Qian on the screen has grown into a young man in the blink of an eye.

On this day, he returned home, carefully locked the door, and placed the items hidden in his schoolbag on his desk one by one:

Sleeping pills, piano wire, gloves, boning knife, strong detergent.

Jiang Qian on the sofa gradually became more focused.

The high-definition version of the memory was truly delivered to his sight.

Jiang Qian stared at the screen, watched as he put on his gloves and began to carefully crush the entire bottle of sleeping pills. An indescribable feeling of anxiety slowly exploded in his chest.

Then, the lights in the screening room suddenly dimmed.

The scene on the screen suddenly went out.

The space in front of me twisted and folded, and when it unfolded again, I had arrived at the solemn and solemn court hearing scene!

Judges wearing black robes and masks sat high on the table.

The sofa Jiang Qian was sitting on had turned into an iron bench for prisoners at some point. His hands and feet were fixed by iron rings, making him unable to break free.

The half-section of steel bars brought in earlier was also missing...

At this time, a powerful voice penetrated the silence and announced condescendingly:

"Criminal suspect Jiang Qian, you are accused of murdering your brother, destroying the body and concealing the crime. After court investigation, the case was found to be true and the trial is now underway."

This voice came from the presiding judge who was sitting high in the trial seat. He wore a scarlet mask, and his voice contained suppressed indignation:

"Invite the prosecutor to make a statement of the case!"

As the words fell, another man in black robes wearing a gray mask stood up: "Thank you to the presiding judge. I have to say that this case has refreshed my new understanding of the evil of human nature."

At the same time that the introduction of the case began, the TV image on the side of the court continued to play the memory content that had been interrupted, achieving perfect audio and video synchronization.

"On July 9, 2017, the criminal suspect Jiang Qian returned home from school early with the crime tools and prepared to commit the crime. He was only 14 years old that year."

The prosecutor paused, and his face wrapped in a gray mask slowly turned to Jiang Qian.

Although the other person was wearing a mask and couldn't see his facial expression clearly, Jiang Qian could still feel the suffocating pressure.

At the same time, the friction of iron chains clanged overhead.

Jiang Qian subconsciously looked up following the sound, only to find that a huge blood-stained iron ax hung high above his head!

The blade of the giant ax was shining brightly, as if it was ready to behead the guilty person at any time.

At that moment, Jiang Qian felt that the heart in his chest, which had always been stable and steady, had a tendency to accelerate.

"The course of the case is just like your own memory..."

"First of all, you inject dissolved sleeping pills into the juice in advance and prepare it in the kitchen in advance. Then you avoided dinner on the grounds of feeling unwell. That night, everyone in the family who drank the juice fell asleep early."

"At that time, you and Jiang Yang lived in the same room. After confirming that your brother was asleep due to the effects of the medicine, you strangled his neck with a piano wire prepared in advance, causing his death."

When Gray Mask said this, the giant ax hanging above Jiang Qian's head suddenly dropped a lot, and the friction of the iron chain was ferocious and harsh.

Like being eager to punish an evildoer.

"After that, you used the prepared bone knife to cut your brother's body into pieces at home and cleaned up the scene alone."

"Your movements were precise and skillful. We speculate that you have some previous anatomy knowledge and experience. The scene was also cleaned carefully enough, leaving no obvious traces."

The great ax falls again!

The sharp ax blade was only three feet away from Jiang Qian's head.

"After that, you used your brother's mobile phone to forge text messages about his trip away from home and sent them to his main family members to conceal the true time of the crime."

"You used the time before the police intervened to dump the crime tools and bodies in batches at different garbage dumps in Jinping City."

"Unfortunately, this part of the evidence can no longer be recovered..."

The giant ax lowered to the bottom this time, grazing the back of Jiang Qian's neck and barely stopping!

He was forced to lean on the table of the interrogation chair and barely escaped this fatal blow...

Seeing this situation, Gray Mask sighed sadly: "Ah, it is unimaginable to commit such a serious crime at such an age."

During his statement as the "public prosecutor", Jiang Qian's memory scenes were also playing the corresponding process.

The statement matched the memory.

This is indeed his memory, although he cannot recall the specific time and cause and effect of this memory at the moment.

Jiang Qian was suppressed on the interrogation chair by the giant axe, his face turned slightly pale and his fingers were clenched.

The brief is over.

The presiding judge wearing a scarlet mask shouted angrily in the hall: "Suspect Jiang Qian, what else do you have to say about the above crimes?!"

This roar was like a thunder, which made the atmosphere at the scene extremely depressing.

At the same time, the giant ax hanging on Jiang Qian's head was faintly restless as if it was alive, and it could hit Jiang Qian's skull with its sharp blade at any time.

[Judgement time, please make a choice]

[Choose to plead guilty: Sacrifice your sinful hands to the Court of Truth]

[Choose overturning the case and defending: You have a certain chance of being exonerated, but the greater possibility is that you will die on the spot]

"?"

The copy gave a hint that only Jiang Qian could hear.

This is obviously not in line with the normal review process, but the copy world has its own operating rules.

Gray Mask stepped forward at the same time and said in a gloomy tone: "You deserve death. But if you admit your crime and sincerely repent, the Court of Truth assures you that you will receive the reduced sentence you deserve. So, let me ask you one last time. , do you plead guilty?”

"I……"

Sitting in the interrogation chair, Jiang Qian's chest rose and fell, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

Psychological motives and memories that were closely related to the case all pointed the blame at him, and it seemed that there was no possibility of exoneration.

He personally planned and killed his brother.

The purpose is clear and the means of committing the crime are cruel. Once he is tried, his hands will stay here.

The stern voice of the presiding judge came through the scarlet mask again: "Jiang Qian, do you plead guilty?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Jiang Qian's forehead.

"deny."

He raised his head and looked directly at the scarlet mask of the presiding judge with his bloodshot eyes: "Jiang Yang's disappearance has nothing to do with me."

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