Because of the emergency call, Yao Lu failed to respond in time when Yang Juncheng burst out, and the situation of the two of them took a turn for the worse. But in the end, had it not been for that phone call, the police officer who had lost a lot of blood would not have survived. Although the police officer is still in the intensive care unit, his condition is much more stable than when he was first sent to the hospital.
Yao Lu's condition is better, but she still has to lie down in the hospital. She had not fully recovered from the sprained ankle before, and this time her leg was injured again. According to Du Feng, she wanted to take this opportunity to fully recover for a period of time.
The lives of the two police officers are not in danger for the time being, but Yang Juncheng's behavior is still extremely bad. There is Song Que's recording evidence, plus the notes found from Yang Juncheng's home. Regarding Song Que's headshot of Yang Juncheng, the bureau conducted a step-by-step investigation and determined that Song Que had not done anything extraordinary. On the contrary, Du Feng was scolded in private. As a well-trained criminal police officer, his qualities were not as good as those of a civilian employee.
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Du Feng was also very curious about Song Que's abilities. He didn't know when Song Que took the gun from him that day!
Du Feng kept asking questions in Song Que's ears these days, but Song Que couldn't bear to be bothered and finally had to reply.
Du Feng: "Brother Song, how did you do it? I didn't feel anything when you took the gun from my hand."
Song Que: "...I think you should reflect on yourself about this."
Du Feng: "..."
Song Que added: "Besides, you have to drive. I'm not very optimistic about the accuracy of your left-handed shooting and dynamic aiming."
Although Yang Juncheng was a fixed target at that time, Song and Du Feng were on a moving vehicle, which greatly increased the difficulty of shooting.
Du Feng, who was disliked, said sarcastically: "Brother Song, have you ever learned shooting?"
Song Que said: "I practiced for a while when I was abroad."
Du Feng sighed a little: "It's just that you have been so accurate after practicing for a while?"
It is really not easy to shoot a headshot from such a long distance. If it were Du Feng, he would not be completely sure to fire the shot at that time.
Song Que: "This is good luck. At that time, Sister Yao rushed towards him. Due to her leg injury and height, Yang Juncheng was a bit taller than her. I was afraid of hurting Sister Yao when I hit him from below, so I had to hit him from above. Who knew he would be hit in the head?" , it’s all fate.”
Du Feng was surprised for a moment and quickly accepted this explanation. He felt much better and felt that he finally didn't look too useless in comparison with Song Que.
Song Que read the notes found from Yang Juncheng's home.
This guy is an out-and-out pervert. Over the years, his inducements have been very cautious, but also very extensive. It is completely a model of lightly investing and casting a wide net. Some people felt very dark emotions when talking to him, but then got over it. Some people committed violent crimes, but not to the point of murder. Some people started killing people, but were not affected by Yang Juncheng's slight suggestion and left his mark on the scene. Only a few people truly meet Yang Juncheng's psychological standards, but compared with what he has paid, such results are already a bumper harvest.
Yang Juncheng often pays attention to the follow-up of these people and records them all in a notebook. The notebook is full of malice and voyeurism. After reading it, Song Que felt a long-lost feeling of nausea, and he retched in the bathroom alone for a long time.
After the nauseating feeling gradually subsided, Song went to the mirror and washed his face. He looked pale and embarrassed in front of the mirror, and his eyes were too dark and heavy, making people cautious when looking at people. Song Qi suddenly smiled slowly, which looked very strange in the coldly lit mirror.
When people are in a bad mood, when they look in the mirror, they can't help but observe and analyze themselves in every possible way. Song Que was no exception. He had a very good memory, so he replayed what Yang Juncheng had said sentence by sentence in his mind.
In fact, Yang Juncheng said a lot of things that are true. For example, people's pain comes from not accepting their true self. But his sentence is incomplete. People's pain may come from not accepting their true self, or it may come from being unable to be their true self.
Yang Juncheng believes that the real Song Que is the psychopath who ignores moral laws, loves violence and blood, and is keen to trample all rules. This is the most fundamental reason why he fell into Song Que's trap.
But Yang Juncheng did shake him, but Song Que's performance during that period was half acting and half real.
Song Ke stared at himself in the mirror, as if torturing himself - "On that day, was there really no other way besides killing Yang Juncheng?"
The rhetoric that fooled others could not fool him. Headshots were not luck, and it was not impossible to perform targeted attacks on joints. It was he who chose to kill Yang Juncheng.
So, did killing Yang Juncheng bring him pleasure
This is a terrible question, but Song still dares not give himself an answer.
The sudden ringing of his cell phone was like an opportunity for him to take a breath, but when he saw the caller ID, he took another breath. Song Qing picked up the phone: "Dad."
Song Que's contact with his family is not frequent, but that's okay, because he lives in a neighboring province and goes home once a month. Song's mother even calls him every three days, but Song Yang seldom calls. , something happens every time I fight.
Sure enough, this time was no exception. Song Yang heard about Yang Juncheng from somewhere, and he called to talk about it.
Song Que already had a headache and didn't want to face the blame from his father again. When he heard Song Yang's voice, he frowned. But unexpectedly, Song Yang did not come up to criticize him, but sighed first.
The silence after this sigh made Song Que calm down. Unlike the anxious man who seemed ready to hang up at any moment, he could calm down and wait for Song Yang's words.
Song Yang really didn't know how to speak, but there were some things he had to say: "I always think about what is the right thing to do, and I always do what I think is right. I know I make you very tired, but I also make you tired. I am very tired. So from now on, as long as you can take care of yourself, dad will not interfere with you. If you like to solve cases and feel that you can realize your own value, you can ask dad for help when you need help."
Song Qing was really surprised: "..."
Song Yang finally said: "Actually, my father has always believed that his son is a kind and upright person. But I have also seen many once kind people go astray. I just don't want you to go astray."
Song Que believed this sentence. All Song Yang did was indeed for Song Que. If it was for himself, Song Yang would not make this matter a big deal. It would not do any good to his reputation.
Song Que once thought that he had no expectations for Song Yang's attitude. It wasn't until this moment that he knew that was wrong.
Before Song Yang hung up the phone, Song Que suddenly said: "Dad, I killed the prisoner."
Song Que only said one sentence, but Song Yang seemed to have seen the question he really wanted to ask and said: "You know, I have also killed people. When that person died, he already had five lives in his hands, but I still have nightmares all night long. If you ask me where the line is, I think it’s motivation. Did you kill him to avoid more casualties, or simply for the pleasure of killing? That’s important.”
The big stone in Song Que's heart was finally lifted, and he could answer his own questions.
Is there any pleasure in killing Yang Juncheng
have.
But he wasn't killing this scum for pure pleasure. He may not be a purely good person in this life, but he is by no means a bad person.
Yang Juncheng's discussions about morality and society may be right or wrong, but what does that have to do with him? In the beginning, he was just a fool who was willing to give up some of his interests and was full of benevolence and morality.
Song Yang had been a criminal police officer for many years and was considered a leader. He did not let Song Que go home to work, but he prepared a lot of gifts for Song Que.
Originally, Song Que's position as a consultant was a little bit special, but when the whole case was reported, Song Que was actually credited with a credit, and Song Que's position was officially included in the establishment, with first-class benefits and benefits as a formal police officer. Not to mention, he can also carry a gun.
Du Feng was shocked, but Song just smiled and said nothing.
After this battle, Song Que became famous in the game, and there were quite a few teams who wanted him. He didn't respond to anyone. Instead, he and Du Feng carried a fruit basket to the hospital to visit Yao Lu.
In the days when Yao Lu was first hospitalized, there were many colleagues coming, but recently there have been few people. When Song Que and Du Feng came, the entire ward was empty. The bed next to Yao Lu seemed to be empty. She was not there either. There was only a little girl lying on the bedside table doing her homework.
Song Que took a look at the little girl. She was about the age of elementary school. She looked similar to Yao Lu. Her hair was tied crookedly, the collar and hem of her clothes were a bit messy, and the socks on her feet were also worn one high and one low. He felt confident.
Sure enough, Du Feng leaned into his ear and whispered: "This is Sister Yao's daughter Xiaoyu. Sister Yao is divorced and is raising the children alone. Her ex-husband is a scumbag. Don't say anything you shouldn't say later." ."
Song Que nodded.
Du Feng stepped forward and touched the little girl's head. When the little girl looked up and saw Du Feng, she burst into laughter: "Uncle Du!"
Du Feng also grinned and asked, "Where is your mother?"
Yao Yu said: "Mom went to see dad."
Du Feng's expression changed, but Song saw his unease and said proactively: "Okay, I'll see Xiao Yu here, you go over there to see Sister Yao."
Du Feng nodded first, then hesitated, and said to Song Que: "Brother Song, why don't you go there? Xiaoyu's father knows me. If you go..."
If Song Que goes, he can give Yao Lu a bad breath.
Song was speechless. He felt that Du Feng knew these face-slapping tricks better than any girl he had ever seen.
Song Que didn't even know how he was persuaded by Du Feng. Is it because Yao Lu's story is too frustrating, or is it because Du Feng is too noisy, or is he simply more humane
Song Que briefly looked at the structure of the hospital in front of the schematic diagram and judged several places suitable for conversation. Yao Lu had an injury on her leg and shouldn't be able to run too far. He decided to start with the nearest ones.
Yao Lu's story was very typical, but it was hard for Song to imagine that this shrewd girl had ever been so stupid and remained stubborn until now. When I was young, for the so-called true love, I did not hesitate to cut off contact with my parents and marry a man whose parents did not agree. After learning that her man had cheated on her husband, Yao Lu was decisive enough and immediately divorced to fight for the custody of her daughter. Unfortunately, she still remembered the vow she made when she was young. No matter the outcome was good or bad, she held her breath and refused to ask her parents for forgiveness. She stayed alone. With my daughter.
The place where Yao Lu and her ex-husband talked was not difficult to find. It was the second place on Song Que's list.
As soon as Song Que arrived, he heard the ex-husband say: "Look at how you are now, you can't take care of Xiaoyu, you might as well give me your daughter."