Five years ago, on November 2, the first day that Mu Shangqing disappeared.
The Superman Division, together with the public security organs, centered on the migrant workers' building, searched in a large area, and carried out a carpet search. The central government attached great importance to it and invested unprecedented police force.
Hua Xie Ting was empty. It was planned to be demolished and rebuilt. As a result, the "demolition" was halfway through, and the work was stopped. The whole block was full of broken walls and ruins. The demolition machine was patronized, and it stood intact, but it was still gray.
However, the "demolition" work was not done well, and the "relocation" work was successfully completed. There was no nail household in the whole block, and the move was empty, only stray dogs were left. Go for food in nearby neighborhoods.
The police searched Huaxie Ting twice during the day, which was many times faster than in the downtown area. Because no one lived there, there was no need to filter and check the personnel.
The search team searched Huaxie Court, using police dogs and thermal imaging drones, and found no signs of life. The results were reported to the captain in charge of the search and deployment.
The captain believes that Hua Xie Ting is located in Xicheng District, far away from the migrant workers' building, criminals will not take risks to move people far away, and Hua Xie Ting is already empty. Luo Wang, from the perspective of the modus operandi, the criminals have high IQ and should not choose Hua Xie Ting, so the captain of the criminal police ordered to relax the investigation of Hua Xie Ting, focusing on the rental housing area near the migrant worker building, so that no one would be missed. , the household does not miss anyone.
That night, the police were attentively looking around the migrant workers' building.
That night, Mu Shangqing appeared in Hua Xie Ting.
His wound was simply bandaged, and the bleeding had stopped, but his face was pale, his eye sockets were blue, and he looked strangely haggard and despondent.
The brick house where he lived in his childhood is among the survivors. The restaurant opposite has been submerged in the earth, and the locust tree next to it has been pushed.
In the room, he set up a long table on the first floor, and moved six stools, one on the master seat, at the front of the table, and the other five on either side of the table.
On the table corresponding to each stool, there is a western knife, all brand-new. A piece of cardboard is pressed under the knife. The cardboard is neatly folded, and the corners are opposite, like a message from a hospitable host to the guests.
In the center of the table, there is a row of candles. Water and electricity have been stopped in the demolition house, and only candles are used for lighting. At this moment, it is completely dark, and the candles are burning silently.
The windows and door cracks are covered with black cloth to prevent the leakage of candlelight. From the outside, the brick house is quiet, blending in with the surrounding dilapidation, and there is no abnormality.
Mu Shangqing put his mobile phone on the table. It was a fake second-hand mobile phone. It was only used to send and receive text messages. The city is looking for him.
He stared blankly at the candle in front of him, with complex shadows and light and shadow overlapping on his face, constantly changing as the candle swayed, and his eyes were mysterious and unpredictable.
Taking a large number of drugs not only affected Mao Yi's consciousness, but also affected himself, causing him to have confused memory, dizzy mind, and act impulsive and arbitrary.
He solved it in private, sent a text message to Chu movingren, sent Xiaohan to a foreign country, and he left without saying goodbye... What the consequences of all this will bring, he has no time to think about it in the long run, because he can feel the restlessness in his body, Mao Yi It may be replaced at any time, attacking Chu moving, attacking Xiaohan, attacking more innocent people, destroying the entire Superman office, and making the public security organs go dark again.
He's got a quick fix - what he's doing now, which may not be the most appropriate, can minimize the risk and hurt the least people.
Late at night, guests came one after another. They followed Mu Shangqing's instructions and came in the dark to avoid the police's search.
The host, Mu Shangqing, took Hu Bin, Bai Ruian, He Lan, Gong Yanhua, and Xue Jinping into the room and invited them to take a seat.
It has been more than two months since he first became aware of the existence of another personality and prepared for this trial. He has gone through stages of panic, fear, collapse, despair and numbness. At this moment, facing the victim's family, he appears calm and orderly. After the hysterical pain, what was left was more of a heart-wrenching depth.
After all the guests were seated, Mu Shangqing sat on the main seat, facing everyone, candlelight sprinkled on his cheeks, tracing his outline more and more deeply.
"Everyone is welcome to participate in this trial. Everyone here is the relatives of the victims of the murders, and the murders happened by my side. Everyone should know me."
The family members of the deceased came this time, worried, and they only wanted to know the truth. At this moment, when they saw the western knife, candles and pieces of paper in front of them, it was like a candlelight dinner. Maybe they would serve dishes later. They were a little impatient, and He Lan asked first: "Mr. Mu, please tell me who the murderer is, I'm not interested in other things!"
Mu Shangqing put his hands on the table and sat upright, like the presiding officer of a trial meeting, "I am the murderer."
Everyone present was obviously taken aback, but they quickly frowned and looked at each other in dismay. At the same time, they knew that since everyone was the family member of the victim, they were all called over now. They might have to hold a consolation meeting to help them get out. Shadows to avoid mental problems.
However, it is a bit inexplicable that it will be held in such a place. Is it helpful for psychological counseling
Bo Ruian was helpless, he sat next to Mu Shangqing, lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Mu, I know that you are very concerned about my affairs, and you have never been able to find the murderer. My wife and I are indeed very anxious, but please don't take it seriously. This way of comforting us doesn't work!"
Mu Shangqing smiled at him lightly, then looked at the others, and said, "I have a dual personality, the me you know is the normal me, which is the current me, but there is another brutal me who will kill you all. relatives."
He Lan, Gong Yanhua, and Xue Jinping all looked straight at Mu Shangqing, feeling a little distressed. He was afraid that he had experienced too many murders and was so stimulated that he had lost his mind.
Hu Bin's face suddenly became solemn. He recalled the past intersection with Mu Shangqing and did not say a word.
Mu Shangqing was very white, and when illuminated by the warm candlelight, his skin still showed a cool tone, cool and soft, so the whole person also seemed rational and calm, without any intention of joking.
"The piece of paper in front of you has the method of killing me written on it. You can open it and take a look."
In the past, he ran to the Public Security Bureau to investigate the case with the police and investigate together. He couldn't understand the murderer's murder method, but after confirming that the murderer was himself, he read his diary again. Living habits were the starting point for Mao Yi, and he finally figured out the crime process.
On the seats, the five people's faces were full of fear, half hesitant, half eager, they took out the piece of paper in front of them and opened it.
Time passed by, the room was quiet, and the surroundings were all silent. It seemed that the eyes of the entire block were focused on the piece of paper, condensed on the black words on it, the broken walls and the dust in the sky, with them Witness the recorded sins.
After reading it, everyone's expressions did not change, from the suspicion just now to half-belief, and then looking at Mu Shangqing's eyes, there was doubt and hostility.
Gong Yanhua thought for a while, and didn't understand how Chen Mu died. Now that she saw the paper, she suddenly realized that she even believed that Mu Shangqing was the murderer. Because he wasn't the murderer, it was impossible to know the details of the rock candy bottle.
She wanted to rush up to catch Mu Shangqing and ask all at once, but now there are other people around, and in a remote and unfamiliar place, the scene is too strange, and at the same time she can't help but doubt the authenticity of the matter, so Suppressing his anger, he asked, "What the hell are you... doing?"
Mu Shangqing looked up at her, then looked forward, straight to the subject, and further persuaded them to accept the truth.
"Everyone's relatives died by my side, and they all died inexplicably, forming a series of unsolved cases. For the past two years, I have been searching for who the murderer is, and I have been running to the Public Security Bureau until recently, I found another one of mine. Personality, I know that the murderer is him, that is, myself. You can look at the common ground of the case, it all happened around me, the relatives of all of you are dead inexplicably, only know some details of their lives, and They don't have people who have deep contact, so they can kill people invisibly, and then get out quickly, so I'm the only one who meets the conditions."
Just after reading the paper, everyone was dubious. At this moment, listening to Mu Shangqing's heavy voice, their doubts were further weakened, and they began to believe that the gentle man in front of them, who they always thought was a decent man, was the murderer.
Bo Ruian stared at him, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and in the candlelight, he was a little hideous: "Then why don't you go to the Public Security Bureau and surrender yourself, but call us together?"
Mu Shangqing blinked his eyes lightly. His eyebrows were thick and black, and the roots were very neat. The tail of the eyebrows was like a trimmed inverted trapezoid, which made the outline of his eyes extraordinarily delicate. At this moment, his eyes were like lake water reflecting the starry sky, clear and hazy.
"I have a mental disorder, I have a mental illness, I will not be punished for killing people, I will be sent to a doctor, there will be a doctor who will treat me well, I will live in a beautiful hospital, and receive careful care and treatment, maybe three Five years later, I will be discharged from the hospital, I have a high education, a high IQ, and I know a lot of things, so I can find a good job and live my life smoothly."
He didn't finish the next words - if he turned himself in, they would know the truth, they would suffer, they would be angry, and they would hope that the murderer would be brought to justice on the spot, but what they waited for was the court's announcement that the murderer was exempt from criminal punishment , not in prison, but in hospital.
They will be disappointed, helpless, and desperate, although there will be police officers who will explain to them that the murderer is in the stage of disease when he commits the crime, and he is incompetent. According to the law, he should be exempted from punishment.
In the end, they could only accept their fate, they could only watch him live peacefully and safely, and they could only be forced to understand his mental illness. But no matter how tolerant, understanding, and generous they are, deep down, there will still be resentments that are hard to offset. From then on, they hold the deepest hostility and contempt for the word "mental illness", and they can't even let go of it until they die.
The faces of the four people in the seats became ugly, and their anger was contained in their chests. At this moment, listening to Mu Shangqing's words, the anger has reached a critical point and is ready to erupt at any time.
Borian squinted at him, and the words burst out from his teeth: "You called out another personality, I have something to ask him."
"If you have anything, you can ask me directly, I am him, we belong to the same body, he is just my dark side, what he thinks is actually what I want, you can treat me as He, I am the murderer..."
He didn't finish his words, Xue Jinping suddenly rushed up, the stool fell to the ground, and he fell to the ground in an embarrassment.
Xue Jinping scratched on him. She had long fingernails and great strength. There were bloodstains on his face and neck. Mu Shangqing didn't resist, and let her tore them. Her hair and clothes were quickly messed up.
Bo Ruian stood up, he pulled Xue Jinping back, then grabbed Mu Shangqing's collar, and slammed it against the wall.
"Why did you kill Mengmeng!"
Mu Shangqing was hit and his internal organs were tumbling, he coughed a few times, let himself come back quickly, and answered: "Because he is too cute, too beautiful, my dark side, doesn't like beautiful things, he wants to They destroy, and they take revenge on me, and on society."
A punch hit his cheekbone, and Mu Shangqing was knocked to the ground. He felt dizzy for a while, and before he recovered, his body was in severe pain.
He Lan, Gong Yanhua, and Xue Jinping surrounded him, punched and kicked him, kicked his forehead, chest, thigh, and abdomen. He didn't hide in the slightest, he quietly endured.
A few people kicked and cursed, their voices hoarse with grief: "Why didn't you kill yourself, you should be killed the most, why don't you start with yourself—"
Hu Bin sat blankly in the seat, his face was haggard, his eyes were lost, and the whole person looked decadent and confused. It has been a year and a half since his niece Hu Qingke died, but he has not recovered. As a psychiatrist, he cannot cure himself.
He once thought that the one who killed Hu Qingke was a certain patient in the hospital, so he didn't want to step into the hospital again. He really couldn't stand it. The person who he treated carefully might be the one who killed his beloved daughter. murderer.
But now, it turns out that the one who killed her was her favorite teacher Mu. She once praised Mu Shangqing a hundred times in front of him, saying that he was good-looking, good-natured, and taught well, and she would find a man in the future. Friends must admire the type of teacher.
Hu Bin hates Mu Shangqing, hates himself even more, hates himself why he didn't bring Xiaoke by himself, and handed her over to a hidden murderer!
Like him, Bo Ruian was also paralyzed on the stool, hatred and sadness came to his head all the way, his eyes were terrifyingly red, he hated Mu Shangqing, he hated himself, why he took Mengmeng to the lake that day, why did he When I met Chu Dong and Mu Shangqing, why did they have to eat together!
He Lan, Gong Yanhua and Xue Jinping also hate, hate their mother, husband and children are so cute, so kind, why they will die, they will die because they are too beautiful!
The pain of losing a child, the hatred of a husband, the grief of losing a daughter, the grief of losing a mother, pain, hatred, grief, and grief, all flooded into my heart at one time, gathered in a room of 20 square meters, a small room , bears an unbearable emotional weight, may collapse at any time, and explode at any time.
They vented all their hatred on Mu Shangqing, and stopped until they lost all strength and no sound in their throats.
In the end, Mu Shangqing lay on the ground and stopped moving, as if he had died quietly.
Seeing that he was covered in wounds, no one paid attention to him. The family members of the deceased, full of hatred, scattered to all corners of the room, crying in grief. The sadness and hatred of the past two years broke out completely at this moment, and the whole body was unbearable. About to tear apart.
After a long while, Mu Shangqing moved, he had no strength, struggled several times, grabbed the stool with both hands, got up, and sat on it.
His mouth was full of fishy smell. He raised his hand and wiped the blood and dust on his lips. His voice became weak: "I want to ask you one thing."
He Lan, Gong Yanhua and Xue Jinping faced the wall, ignoring him, and Bo Ruian and Hu Bin also turned their faces away, not wanting to look at him again.
People like him don't deserve to make a request.
"I want to ask you to help me keep it a secret, don't tell anyone, I'm mentally ill."
He Lan suddenly turned around and cursed: "I fuck your father, you broke the law, killed people, and asked us to help you keep secrets, you are not a fucking human!"
Mu Shangqing smiled suddenly. He had double eyelids and deep eye sockets. When he laughed, the lying cicada appeared and wrapped his eyes. The smile was brewed in the eyeballs and merged with the candlelight. The whole eyes looked bright and splendid. .
At the same time, a gleam appeared at the end of his eyes, and a tear ran across his cheekbones, across the bruises, across the wound, across the blood stains, across the corners of his lips, and then flowed down his chin and dripped onto his cheeks. on the index finger.
"Because I have a daughter, she's cute, she's beautiful, she thinks her dad is a good dad, she thinks he's kind, upright, gentle, compassionate and loving, and he will walk with her, spend her birthday with her, yes Mom is also very good, she thinks he is a very good person."
His fingertips were wet and trembling, "If she knows I'm mentally ill, everyone will know, and others will point at her and scold her, calling her father a mentally ill, and calling her a mentally ill, so I want to ask for your help. I keep it secret and I want to protect my daughter."
Ever since he was a child, he has been afraid of the word "mental illness". Every time he hears it, his heart twitches. Others call him sick, and even his mother. He is really afraid of being scolded. suffer the same torture again.
He wanted Mu Han to grow up peacefully, not to be viewed in a different light by others, and to be accepted by this society and the world.
Gong Yanhua looked at him coldly and spat: "Bah—you hurt our relatives, why should we protect your relatives!"
Bai Ruian gasped, "It's fine if we don't take revenge on her. It's impossible to protect her. Since you kill someone and break the law, you have to bear it. Don't try to hide!"
Mu Shangqing lowered his eyes, took a breath, and swept the candle light over, outlining his nose bone high and straight, but under the eyebrows, there was a concave arc, which looked like a rolling hill when viewed from the side.
Soon, he stood up tremblingly, then bent his knees, knelt down, and knelt in front of the crowd.
"I called everyone to come today, just to carry out the trial. You are now the presiding judge and can make a judgment."
Speaking, Mu Shangqing swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. He felt the restlessness in his body, and Mao Yi was struggling. In the past, whenever this happened, he would hide in and act as a deserter, but this time, he wanted to be brave again. He wants to take all the blame.
"I am a beast, a scum, a scum, I personally killed Xiao Ke, Mengmeng, Aunt Shi, Brother Chen, and Xuanwen, I ruined your family, ruined your life, I let your favorite People die tragically, and people like me don't deserve the forgiveness of the law, and they don't deserve to live in this world. You can do anything to me, and I'll let you judge."
The scene was quiet, and the five people present, with red eyes, stared at him intently, but did not move.
"In front of you, there are five knives. In the earth dam outside, I have dug a hole. The locust tree in the earth dam has been pushed down and the soil has been turned over again. It should not be moved there in the future. This building will be demolished directly in the future without leaving any traces, there is no surveillance nearby, no one else, this is a wasteland, you can make the most appropriate judgment with confidence, there will be no outside forces Interfere, and no one will find out, this is the trial court that belongs only to you."
His words fell, and a figure flashed in the candlelight. Xue Jinping grabbed the western food knife on the table and stabbed it into his left abdomen. With red eyes, he looked at him, and a hoarse and dry voice came out between his teeth: "This knife, for my son!"
Soon, another knife fell into Mu Shangqing's right abdomen. He Lan held the handle of the knife, "This knife is for my mother!"
The two knives went into the abdomen, the old wound from yesterday had already cracked, the blood was gushing out, and the clothes were wet. Mu Shangqing sat on his ankle, his body was unstable, but he still stood up and continued to accept the sentence.
Without making him wait too long, Gong Yanhua grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the chest. The first knife was blocked by the ribs. She pulled it out and stabbed it again, blood spattered and spilled on the ground.
"This knife, for my husband!"
Borian picked up the knife and inserted it directly into his neck, his blood vessels burst instantly, "This knife is for my child!"
Mu Shangqing was already unsteady on his knees. He fell down, blood and stains all over his body, but he insisted on not dying. With his last breath, he raised his eyes with difficulty, looked at Hu Bin, and waited for his judgment.
Hu Bin held the knife in his hand, but did not move. He is a clinical psychiatrist, he has seen people with dissociative identity disorder, he knows what is the main cause of the disease, and he has experienced their hardships, misfortunes, and pains of childhood.
In the end, what kind of pain did you have to experience in childhood to tear a person's personality alive and survive
Mu Shangqing was about to die, Hu Bin didn't take the knife, walked to him empty-handed, and squatted down.
Mu Shangqing was full of knives, wet with blood, breathing hard, waiting for him to strike.
Hu Bin suddenly cried, his cheeks wet with tears, he hugged Mu Shangqing, his voice could not help trembling, "Shang Qing, Shang Qing... Have you experienced something before, has the world done something to you? ?"
Mu Shangqing lowered his head weakly, he tried to bend the corners of his mouth and smiled at Hu Bin, "Thank you, President Hu, I love this world very much, thank you, thank you..."
Before his smile could be fully squeezed out, his breath stopped, his heart stopped beating, his head was thrown back, his upper and lower lips were separated, and he could no longer laugh.
Hu Bin's hands were covered in blood, hugging Mu Shangqing, his head lowered, and he didn't speak, his shoulders shook violently, just like he was holding the dead Hu Qingke back then.
Seeing that Mu Shangqing was out of breath, Bo Ruian stood up and was about to leave.
He Lan stopped him, "Where the fuck are you going!"
"I'm going to turn myself in!" Bai Ruian didn't turn his head back and went straight out.
"Have you forgotten his request!"
Borian walked to the door, stopped suddenly and hesitated.
Gong Yanhua looked complicated and sat at the table, "I hate him, but I admire him. I agree to his request to protect his daughter."
Borian turned around: "I'm going to turn myself in, and I won't go around saying he's mentally ill!"
Gong Yanhua said angrily: "Of course you won't say it, but won't the police investigate it? Once it is found out, everyone in the world will know!"
Bo Ruian's face was ashen, standing there, speechless.
None of the five made a sound, and one person was lying on the ground, the blood dimmed by the candlelight. The room was quiet, the candles were burning, and the tears of the candles dripped and piled on the table.
Hu Bin held Mu Shangqing's head, and his voice sounded old: "Let's let him go to earth for safety!"
In the darkness of the night, five people buried one person beside the fallen locust tree, put his mobile phone and five murder weapons in it, and then filled the soil with a shovel. After filling it up, he threw the shovel into the nearby ruins. There was everything there, broken furniture, bricks, cement, garbage, and nothing could be seen. In this pile of ruins, a corpse was sleeping.
The corpse was buried, and the five figures left together. They walked in different directions, gathered together silently, and dispersed silently.
In the flower garden, under the locust tree, it seems that nothing has happened, as if everything is buried in the soil.