Yang Nanke didn't notice Hou Cheng's abnormality at all, and continued to talk endlessly. He claimed to have resigned behind his parents' back. He had been away from home for half a year. Cell phone, do an anonymous calling card.
"As long as I hide well enough, they won't even try to find me, and it's useless to call the police. It's not like I don't know how good the police in our small place are. Eighty percent of the time, they just checked things out, but they couldn't find me at all. It's not in the north now. Hehe, let them worry about it." Yang Nanke shook his head and said, "Anyway, they have nothing to do all day, so I can count them as something to do. If I can find my ability, I count them. Hahaha, And my sister, she quit her job after she got married, saying she was helping her brother-in-law, but in fact, she has nothing to do. I think she is bored at home, so why not worry about me with the old man. "
Hou Cheng clenched his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Yang Nanke said more and more energetically, proudly saying that the family prioritizes sons over daughters, and her sister was like her own servant since she was a child. I have a man I don't love at all; I also say that my parents are stupid, they spend their whole lives in state-owned enterprises and wait to die, they are vulgar and have no knowledge.
"I really can't stand my mother, who is urging me to get married one day. I'm only 24 years old, and I haven't had enough fun. What kind of marriage is it? Besides, marriage also requires capital, okay? They didn't even buy me a car, so they bought a wedding. I haven’t saved enough money for a house, so how can I get married? Our family, that is, a small city like Lucheng, which is a decent place. Where can you see it in a big city? Just like your Los Angeles, hey, Los Angeles is better than our provincial capital. I don’t know how many times the city has developed. It’s an eye-opener for me to come out this time!”
Yang Nanke said it well, belittling his parents to nothing, as if they were a waste of resources to live.
Hou Cheng said: "They are your parents, as human sons, you shouldn't talk about your own parents like that."
Yang Nanke has completely opened the conversation box, "I just despise them. Really, they are pitiful and hateful. Staying in a small place like Lucheng for the rest of my life, I don't want to leave, and control me, don't let me leave, guard With a dead salary, I don't want to make progress, like a frog at the bottom of the well. You know, in fact, I don't want to go back to Lucheng after graduation. I can find a job in the provincial capital. It's not all my mother insists on me going back, what to say to me? I buy a house."
Hou Cheng drove the tricycle in a muffled voice.
Yang Nanke said a lot and felt a little boring, and suddenly asked, "Uncle, do you have any children?"
Hou Cheng's voice trembled, "No."
Yang Nanke asked again, "Then your parents are... alive?"
"They died when I was very young," Hou Cheng said.
There was silence on the tricycle for half a minute, and then a burst of laughter broke out.
Yang Nanke patted his legs and said, "Uncle, I envy you very much. Have you ever heard a sentence - a car and a house, both parents die. This is the state of life I most hope for."
Hou Cheng's hand holding the handlebar was already wet.
At this moment, killing intent rolled in his heart.
For many years, he has been living like a monk in Qingyue Village. Most of the villagers looked down on him and did not associate with him. He didn't bother to associate with them either.
He's not really dumb, just too lazy to communicate with the villagers.
He only attended elementary school, but that doesn't mean he's illiterate. The house and fields left by his parents were enough for him to live. In the slack season, he read a lot of books and newspapers, and liked the news that exposed the dark side of society.
I don't know since when, anger has grown in his heart.
He thinks that many people in this world deserve to die, such as children who make noise in public, such as patients who beat doctors, such as corrupt officials, such as celebrities who use drugs, such as drivers who run red lights, such as husbands who beat their wives, such as betrayal husband's wife...
But he's just a farmer, he hasn't even seen the vast world outside, and he can't punish those damn people at all.
No one could express his anger.
If only she was still there—he thinks often—she is so gentle, she listens to every word I say, and maybe comforts me a little.
But my mother is a soft-hearted person, and she definitely doesn't want me to "hunt demons".
That's when dad is needed. Dad, who hates evil and has a chivalrous heart, may be on my side.
Many times he felt that he was not the "old bachelor" in other people's mouths, but was still that teenage child who had infinite dependence on his parents. As long as he listened to their last sentence, his mood would become calm.
But it is only in dreams that the deceased parents talk to him.
When he was awake, he was busy in the melon fields and rambled about—
"Why don't good people pay for their lives?"
"Why did you encounter a landslide and were buried under rocks?"
"Why are those who do evil things still alive?"
"Don't they deserve to die?"
"It's not fair!"
"I want them to die! I want all those demons to die!"
Dissatisfaction with reality and missing his parents are tearing at him all the time. When he was the most hesitant and powerless, he happened to read a suspense book.
This book made him suddenly enlightened, and instantly found the meaning and value of life.
The protagonist of the book is a serial killer who keeps committing crimes and kills seven damned people with his own knife where justice cannot be heard.
In the end, the killer died at the gunpoint of the police.
He was very dissatisfied with the ending.
How can a righteous killer die? Aren't those who were killed deserved to die? Why are the police on the side of evil? Why does true justice fall
He doesn't agree!
In the next half month, he picked up the pen and rewrote the ending.
In his description, not only was the serial killer not shot to death by the police, but he also killed a corrupt bureaucrat at the top of the police. Later, he changed his body and put on a police uniform and continued to punish those damn people.
He didn't show anyone the rewritten ending, but suddenly realized that he could write it too!
Not only can you make someone else's flaws perfect, but you can also write your own.
The moment he held the pen, he poured out all the anger he had accumulated over the years. In his writings, the culprit is no longer a human being, but a demon in human skin. His protagonist is transformed into a "demon hunter" who "kills demons and slays demons" in the book in the name of justice.
When he met Yang Nanke, he was writing the first part.
The early writing was very smooth, but there were some killing scenes, but he was not satisfied with what he wrote.
He has read a book about writing, in the book, if you can't imagine a detail, then you try it yourself and experience it.
The appearance of Yang Nanke gave him a great opportunity.
Arriving at Qingyue Village, he invited Yang Nanke to live in his home for the first time. Yang Nanke didn't agree immediately, but only knocked on his door after turning around the whole village.
For nearly a week, Yang Nanke stayed at his house in the name of rest, complaining to him about his parents' fault. He listened silently as a plan gradually took shape.
On the day Yang Nanke left, he didn't go out to see him off, until Yang Nanke had already left the village, he drove a tricycle to catch up, and told Yang Nanke that there was a custom in the village that when guests from afar leave, they must be invited to eat a bowl of glutinous rice balls. .
Yang Nanke got into the car happily without doubting him. He took Yang Nanke to the basement and smashed Yang Nanke's head with the hammer he had prepared.
"I'm not guilty." Hou Cheng split his mouth, and the words that turned black and white popped out of his black and yellow teeth, "It's the incompetence of the law, the incompetence of the law enforcement, and the incompetence of you that let those guilty people... No, let those demons and ghosts be Running rampant in the world. You can't just hunt them down, do you want to stop me and my 'believers' from exorcising demons? Yang Nanke shouldn't be dead? He not only gnawed on the old, sucked his sister's blood, but also abused his parents. At such a young age , the mind is vicious, the longer you live, the more people will be harmed!"
Hou Cheng was too emotional, like the king was showing his great achievements to the people.
He raised his head high and his eyes widened, "You police officers, you don't distinguish right from wrong, you have no benevolence, righteousness and morality in your heart, it's a pity..."
Having said that, he took a long breath, his cold and crazy eyes swept across Mingshu's face, and suddenly shook his head and laughed.
Mingshu was completely unmoved by his lies, and asked coldly, "What a pity?"
Hou Cheng gritted his teeth, "Unfortunately, I was exposed, and I didn't have the opportunity to write another book about massacres of police officers."
The young detective accompanying the interrogation said angrily, "What did you say?"
Hou Cheng let out a low and suppressed laugh.
Mingshu raised his hand and patted the young detective on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
"Are you afraid?" Hou Cheng looked at the criminal policeman, "When I say massacres of police, I mean evil policemen and black policemen. If you behave properly and have never done any evil, what are you excited about, what are you afraid of? You are guilty! "
The young detective's face turned pale, "You!"
"Go out and have a rest." Mingshu said, "Changing the other side and sailing in."
The young criminal policeman was from the Los Angeles City Bureau. He was younger than Fang Yuanhang and inexperienced. He panicked as soon as he heard it, "Captain Ming, I'm not a policeman. I, I don't have a guilty conscience. It's just, just..."
Mingshu sighed, turned his face, and said in a gentle and stern tone: "Do you take this kind of person seriously? He caused a tragedy for a family. Yang Nanke's words and deeds are contrary to morality. It is indeed unfilial, but when will it be his turn? He's coming to trial? He's already a murderer, and you're still being brought into his logic by him in a few words? Don't be nervous, go out and wash your face, and think about it later, you'll understand that this kind of person's words are not worth worrying about at all."
Hou Cheng smiled sullenly beside him.
The young detective raised his chest and gradually struggled out of the net woven by Hou Cheng, "Thank you, Team Ming!"
"Go." Mingshu smiled and watched the young detective leave before turning to Hou Cheng.
Xiao Yuan took all this episode in his eyes, and his eyes became very gentle in a short period of time.
Mingshu in the interrogation room is already a very good and mature leader of the serious crime team. He not only has excellent professional ability, but also comforts and comforts the young team members, trusts the other party, and becomes a person who is relied on and even admired by the other party.
All this happened in just a few short years. Pushing forward for four or five years, Ming Shu is no different from the young criminal police officer just now, and he is easily provoked by the suspect.
On one occasion, the suspect was provoked to tears.
That was when Mingshu was 22 years old.
Dongye police have solved a serial murder case. The suspect is a woman full of delusions. Mingshu is one of the criminal police officers in charge of the interrogation.
In the face of complete evidence, the woman pleaded guilty in an aloof manner, but had no remorse at all. Instead, she aggressively accused the criminal police investigator of being a useless, fool, and accomplice.
She listed her flaws one by one, laughing at the cops for being stupid and failing to catch her the first time she committed a crime.
"Why can I kill so many people? Of course it's because of your help!"
"Do you know who the people I killed hate the most? Me? No, it's you! Because your reaction is too slow, you don't care at all, you are too stupid, they will die at my hands !"
Mingshu was the youngest of the three detectives present at the time, and he could tell just by looking at his face.
The woman pointed the finger at him, scolding him for being incompetent, unprofessional, and unprofessional, and that he must be responsible for the following victims.
Mingshu was sprayed with saliva, and was scolded and stunned under the woman's continuous cannon. Later, he was replaced by seniors. In the winter, he washed his face with cold water for a quarter of an hour. His hands and face were frozen, and he had not yet recovered from his self-doubt.
In order to solve this case, Mingshu has done his best, and has been restless for many days, almost buying time by squeezing his own life.
Unfortunately, the murderer was too cunning, and was not caught until the fourth person was murdered.
In fact, Mingshu didn't have to face the suspect at all, he himself offered to participate in the interrogation. And before entering the interrogation room, he had asked himself over and over - if I tried harder, would they not die
Xiao Yu'an received the lost Ming Shu outside the city bureau.
When Mingshu saw him, there was no expression on his face, as if he was trying his best to breathe a sigh of relief.
After a few seconds, Mingshu realized who he was. At that moment, he clearly saw Mingshu bit his lip.
He waved to Mingshu and said warmly, "Come."
Mingshu walked towards him step by step, fixed his eyes on him, and then shouted in a hoarse and tired voice: "Brother..."
He opened the car door, covered the roof with his hand, and let Mingshu sit in.
When he turned to the driver's seat again, he saw Mingshu was crying.
With his feet on the seat and his hands around his calf, the tall man shrank into a ball, his face buried in his knees, his shoulders were shaking.
In front of his teammates and leaders, Mingshu didn't say a word, his eyes didn't even turn red, and he didn't cry like a child until he saw him and got into his car.
"It's me who is incompetent." Mingshu said, "If I were stronger, they wouldn't die."
He broke Mingshu over, forcing Mingshu to raise his head, comforting and explaining gently and forcefully—just like what Mingshu did to the young detective just now.
"Isn't it my fault?" Mingshu asked sobbing at that time, with a blank look in his eyes, and a bit of meaning to be affirmed.
"The wrong person is the murderer," he said. "Never be swayed by the murderer's words and emotions. You have done your best."
After saying this, he looked at Ming Shu's eyes slowly from blank to firm.
Firm and bright.
And now, Mingshu is looking at Hou Cheng with such eyes, "You don't have the chance to think about anything, and you won't have new readers in the past."
The wrinkles on Hou Cheng's face were crawling like worms, his hands that had worked in the farm for most of his life wriggled in the handcuffs, and then he clapped his hands.
"It doesn't matter, I have done what I can do." Hou Cheng said: "My book has influenced tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of readers, among them, there are countless my Heirs, and many others, have hunted down demons with their own hands! Do you think my 'believers' are only in your Dongye city? No! They are all over the country! Even around the world! Anyone who has read my book may become My fans!"
Mingshu's eyes became colder.
What Hou Cheng said was what he had expected.
The two murders related to the heart of the tomb both happened in Dongye. Is there such a coincidence
no! It's that other cases have already happened in other cities, but the local police did not investigate the murderer's motive and found the tomb's heart!
"I applaud you." Hou Cheng said: "You are more powerful than those useless police officers, but you are so powerful, why are you fighting against me? After all, you are also an accomplice, and you have not used your abilities in the right place. ."
"Is it the right thing to judge people who shouldn't be judged by you? People are not sages, and there are very few people who have no blemishes in their lives. Is it true that if a person makes a mistake, he should be killed?" Mingshu said halfway, he found himself It's a waste of effort.
An arrogant thug like Hou Cheng couldn't listen to any reason at all.
"They're damned!" Hou Cheng laughed, "Who made the law? It's human! Why does the person who makes the law have the right to judge others, but I don't? Am I not human? People are not created equal Then of course I can judge the devil in my eyes! My parents didn't deserve to die at all, but they died, leaving me alone in this world! I'm going to correct the world's wrongs and let the real damn people die !"
There was no point in holding on to it any longer. Mingshu didn't want to listen to Hou Cheng's speech anymore, and was about to leave when he heard Hou Cheng say, "Let me tell you one more thing."
Mingshu looked at him, "What's the matter?"
Hou Cheng bared his stinky teeth again, "I killed Yang Nanke alone."
Mingshu's expression changed indistinctly, "Who?"
Hou Cheng smiled, "Guess what?"
Ming Shu's lips pursed into sharp lines, and a name had already appeared in his mind.
"Can't you guess?" Hou Cheng smiled very proudly, "Then you can go and check slowly. Maybe you will find his body soon. It's good, before I was bound by you, I still hunted and killed him. A demon that is half a catty with Yang Nanke."
Mingshu asked, "The person you killed was Hou Jianjun's son Hou Pao?"
Hou Cheng's laughter stopped abruptly.
Half a minute later, Hou Cheng applauded again, "You are indeed smart. So guess where is his body?"