"You are very confident in your abilities. You have used some means to make those old people dependent on you and are willing to leave their inheritance to you. This has made you rich today."
A legacy is more than just an accumulation of wealth.
And confidence.
"So you believed that you had the ability to do that thing perfectly, but in the end you still miscalculated. Although the law at that time did not set the age gap between the adopter and the adoptee too rigidly, you still failed. Adopt that child because... the child doesn't want to go with you."
Many things are buried in the years.
If no one digs them out, those things will rot forever.
Executives will become paralyzed by the backlog.
Too many people die and the world becomes numb.
"That child grew up in an orphanage, left when he became an adult, and committed suicide by jumping off a building not long after. Ms. Yang, this tragedy was caused by you. Do you ever have any regrets?"
"Sir Lu, please stop slandering me."
Yang Yuhua used the word slander, and his tone became less kind than before.
"Ms. Yang, the Executive Bureau is a good place. There are many people who can protect a person's safety, but your villa is not very safe."
"Sir Lu, what do you mean?"
Lu Wen raised his head, put his hands behind his back, and walked a few steps casually.
He took a general look at the entire villa.
"There are several surveillance cameras, but there are still blind spots. For people with strong computing power and familiarity with surveillance, it is easy to enter your home through these surveillance blind spots and kill you." He said lightly. .
"Mr. Lu, are you threatening me? I can record it and inform the media. I know you are running for Congress now."
"No, it's not a threat, it's a statement of truth."
Lu Wen stood not far from Yang Yuhua.
He spread his fingers and slowly projected a picture.
Those are crime scenes, the tragic conditions of the previous deceased.
HD, no code.
Yang Yuhua didn't understand why this middle-aged woman had never seen a real murder scene in all her life.
"The first two deceased people, the first one had thirteen stab wounds on his body, and the second one had fifteen stab wounds on his body, but neither of them were fatal. He bled to death. Ms. Yang, do you know that feeling? The life in your body is still there. Slowly passing by, the intense pain all over your body keeps you awake."
Lu Wen smiled warmly and his voice was slow.
Yang Yuhua's face turned pale, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't show anything.
"The third deceased died quite miserably. When the body was found, the skin all over his body had been ulcerated, but he had just died at that time. Ms. Yang, do you know the reason?"
Lu Wen looked at her with a smile.
"It was a very painful way to die. Various drugs were injected into the body. A living person became the carrier of the experimental drugs. The last one that was injected was botulinum toxin. It sounds familiar, right? Botulinum toxin It’s what you usually use for beauty.”
Difficulty breathing, muscle paralysis, and abdominal cramping are all symptoms of botulinum toxin poisoning.
"The fourth deceased suffered from hallucinogenic drugs for half a year. Every day he saw those who died because of him coming back to look for him. The fifth deceased... let me show you a video."
"The person hanging on the video is your former patient, Wang Kou."
A shrill cry for help came from the video.
That scarlet hell on earth is chilling to look at.
Yang Yuhua took two steps back, beads of sweat oozing from her pale forehead. She leaned against the low wall to prevent her from retreating further.
"The unknown murderer who is wandering outside now has been filled with hatred in his heart. Although we don't know who he is, I am certain that he will use the most extreme way to take revenge on those who were involved in that case. "
"Everyone will suffer great torture before death, and the final culprit..."
Lu Wen put away the video.
The shrill scream stopped abruptly.
"Ms. Yang, do you know how I thought of you?"
"No, not me!"
Yang Yuhua was still shaking his head in denial.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.
After all, she had been a psychological counselor for so many years, and she was forcing herself to calm down.
"Ms. Yang, I noticed that you have a tissue in your pocket, but you wiped the sweat with your sleeve. You are usually calm and don't do this. Now you are anxious, panicked and in a mess."
Lu Wen also retreated to the low wall.
It's almost noon, and the sun is getting hotter.
Those bright flowers raised their delicate heads to welcome the baptism of midsummer.
"If this matter really has nothing to do with you, you won't be so panicked, and you won't have to worry about how the upcoming murderer will torture you. Let me ask you again, do you know how I thought of you? "
"You...how did you think of me?"
Lu Wen smiled lightly and took the bait.
"If the case twelve years ago had been closed, then the murderer outside, the 'wandering poet' as people on the Internet would have definitely disclosed the case."
An unjust case from 12 years ago will bring public opinion to another peak.
The anger in the murderer's heart would certainly make him do this.
Everyone who deserves to die will die.
Those who do not deserve to die should also suffer inner torture.
The executive officer who handled the case will know that he arrested the wrong person, and the judge will know that he made the wrong sentence.
This torture will accompany them throughout their lives.
"But now, more than ten hours have passed since Wang Kou's death, and the murderer has not disclosed the case yet. Ms. Yang, I think you know the reason."
There is still one person left.
When that person dies, all the damned people die.
"I really have no evidence. The people who knew about it are all dead. As you said, all my judgments are just speculation. If I really want to produce evidence, I can only turn around and leave."
Lu Wen sat on the low wall.
The low and undulating courtyard walls have been artistically treated and have no protective effect at all.
It just looks good.
Few people would have thought that in such a high-end villa community, a murderer would dare to come in and kill people at the risk of being discovered by surveillance cameras.
After Lu Wen said that sentence, he stopped talking.
The midday sun shines overhead.
This city with abundant rain and always cloudy days, for some reason, has been sunny and sunny for two days in a row. Perhaps we can also see the crimson sunset this evening.
Flowers and grass spread out their branches and leaves.
Quiet.
You can hear the chirping of birds in the forest.
The light passes through the branches and leaves, turning into small golden dots, jumping gently on the ground.
From beginning to end, Wei Boyan didn't speak.
There was no need for him to speak, everything was already decided.
He had been sitting on the low wall, looking into the distance.
It seems that he is enjoying this rare comfort.
The summer breeze smells of flowers and plants.
There is also a faint scent of lunch.
Yang Yuhua leaned against the low wall on the other side, her face changing constantly, and more and more sweat dripped from her forehead. It might be because of the heat, or it might be due to other reasons.
It seemed like an eternity passed.
It took so long that even Lu Wen was relaxing and enjoying the tranquility.
Until a fish jumped out of the lake.
The broken calm made the blurry world around him clear.
"I'll go with you."
Yang Yuhua raised his head and looked at the two of them, his face full of bitterness.
…
…
Outside the villa complex.
Countless enforcement bureau vehicles have surrounded the community.
Many people who eat melon don't know why.
But some news media got wind of it.
Thinking of the recent series of events in District 10, the media reporters became a little excited.
As soon as Yang Yuhua was taken out of the community gate by the two men, the lights on the scene started to flash.
Somewhat glaring.
"Mr. Lu Wen, can I interview you?"
"cannot… "
I still have to ask.
This is very unqualified.
Don’t ask, you must be thick-skinned, just go up and say I want to interview you.
Either get thrown out or get firsthand information.
To be a reporter, you have to be ruthless.
The figures of Lu Wen and Wei Boyan were recorded by countless news media.
Later, Yang Yuhua's information was also extracted and spread on the Internet.
Wei Boyan sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and said, "What are we going to do next? This case that spanned twelve years is finally concluded."
"It is better to proactively disclose the case than to wait until the murderer is revealed. It is better to be scolded proactively than to be scolded passively," Lu Wen said.
"Okay, I'll notify the people over there and hold another meeting in the afternoon."
It didn't take long.
The official accounts of the 10th District Enforcement Bureau on various media outlets began to speak out, clearly disclosing a case from beginning to end that happened twelve years ago.
The old executive who was in charge of the case, as well as the judge who pronounced the sentence, also included their respective apologies.
The Executive Directorate collected apologies from all relevant personnel and posted them on major social platforms.
The truth is revealed to the world.
The belated apology also arrived.
Maybe this is what the murderer wants.
Although the family of three never heard the voice of apology again.
"There are a lot fewer people scolding me, and more people are encouraging me."
Wei Boyan looked at the messages under the Executive Bureau's account and smiled happily.
"Let's have a meal and drink some wine together at noon?"
"Aren't you going to hold a press conference this afternoon?"
"It doesn't matter!"
Yang Yuhua was protected by everyone in the Executive Bureau.
The secret murderer seems to have disappeared.
District 10 ushered in a rare moment of calm.
All the executives breathed a sigh of relief. After more than a week of busy work, they could finally take a break.
The next step is relatively simple.
Custody, trial, appeal, court session...
have lunch.
Street restaurant.
Wei Boyan took out another bottle of good wine that had been treasured for many years. There was still some yellow mud on the bottle mouth that had not been wiped clean.
The two sat opposite each other.
There was only a plate of peanuts on the table.
Other dishes are still being prepared.
"Add another pair of bowls and chopsticks!"
Xia Chuluo walked into the hotel and sat next to Lu Wen.
"What are you here for?"
"I'm hungry, let's eat."
"It takes more than an hour to go from the Thirteenth District to the Tenth District, even if there is no traffic jam. Why don't you come all the way here to eat?"
"Art Exhibition..."
Lu Wen slapped his forehead and forgot about it.
Can androids forget things
In the emotional chip, those false memories of his previous life still had a great impact on him, causing him to consider things from a human perspective many times.
"Miss Xia, do you want to drink?" Wei Boyan smiled and raised the bottle in his hand.
"drink."
A bottle of wine to share among three people.
In order to keep the two guys energetic in the afternoon, Lu Wen drank as much as possible, since he would not get drunk anyway.
The afternoon sunshine is very pleasant.
The art exhibition arrived as scheduled.
Coming and going, either decent collectors or artists wearing trendy clothes.
Lu Wen pushed the wheelchair.
Xia Chuluo walked beside him.
In the wheelchair is a girl with white hair. She is very beautiful. The sun shines on her hair, rendering it a layer of light gold, like an angel falling into the world.
"Where is Jing Le? Isn't he coming?" asked the girl in the wheelchair.
Jing Le, that is the real name of the young painter.
"he… "
Lu Wen hesitated for a moment.
He turned his head and looked at Xia Chuluo, who was looking elsewhere.
"He said he is more suitable for wandering. Maybe he is in another city now."
"oh… "
…
Good night, fellow book friends!
(End of chapter)