Split personality. . .provide nsxs
Liu Wei knew it right away, she guessed right, Li Yong was the son of the village chief, but he lived alone in the hunting house on the mountain. There is tea, which means that he is still living, but no one takes care of him, that is to say, he is an abandoned person by his family.
For this kind of person who has a defective IQ and grows up hiding under the wings of his family, abandoning it is tantamount to death, and it is not surprising that a second personality will be born.
Liu Wei didn't know when Li Yong started killing people, but judging from the fact that Fuping County had never received a similar case, it should have been a month ago in Qujiang Mansion that he started killing the first person. Jiang Mansion murdered? It is very possible that he realized at that time that he was abandoned by his father, left his hometown, and his uncle might not treat him well. All kinds of factors added up, and the seeds of viciousness were planted.
As a forensic doctor, I am used to seeing all kinds of murderers. To be honest, Liu Wei has seen a lot of this kind of multiple personality, and this kind of people are usually abused when they were young, with unsound minds, or childhood shadows. , The long-term precipitation of negative emotions will prompt the emergence of a personality that can protect oneself. This situation is a type of mental illness.
There is some preferential treatment for killing people with mental illness in modern times, but not in ancient times.
No matter who it is, killing in ancient times is killing. Whether you are sick or not, you have to pay for the dead.
The saber in his hand became more powerful, Liu Wei pressed on step by step, and everyone saw the white figure, but in an instant, he cornered the tall and burly Li Yong.
The next moment, Liu Wei changed the scalpel, took out the silver needles, and struck three of them, piercing into the three big acupoints on Li Yong's head.
Li Yong was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes, and fell limply on the ground.
It was only a few moments before, and the servants hadn't come to rush to help, and the people had already been brought down.
Liu Xiaoli ran over in a hurry and fell into his mother's arms all of a sudden, tears welled up in his big eyes: "Daddy, daddy"
The little guy was terrified.
Liu Wei hugged him and said heartlessly, "Your father and I are fine."
Liu Xiaoli sniffed, forced back her tears, and buried her face in her mother's neck sullenly.
Her son acted like a baby all of a sudden, and Liu Wei was very helpless. While comforting her son, she said to the magistrate: "Li Yong is the murderer, arrest him and return to the yamen for slow interrogation."
After finishing speaking, he hugged his son and went outside to coax him. The smell of blood was everywhere in this room, it was too stinky.
Outside the house, the smell of mud and grass rushed into her nostrils. She took a breath, patted her son's back lightly, and looked at a certain position in the woods on the right.
Rong Leng remained motionless, standing secretly in the woods.
This emptiness of "looking at each other" lasted for almost a cup of tea. Finally, Liu Wei shrugged, looked away, and whistled towards the sky.
But after a while, a pitch-black black star approached from a distance, "Jie" covered him, and flew down.
Rong Leng stared at the black bird, thinking of something in his mind.
"Pearl." The bird landed on the shoulder of the young man in white, and Liu Wei smiled and said, "Pearl, please coax Xiao Li, he is crying again, he doesn't look like a man at all."
Liu Xiaoli raised his head unhappily, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: "I didn't cry!"
Pearl jumped twice, and jumped into Liu Xiaoli's arms, her black head arched into his arms, as if she was really coaxing him.
Liu Xiaoli hugged Pearl's small body and muttered softly: "I really didn't cry."
Rong Leng's eyes changed several times, and finally looked at the young man in white with some astonishment.
pearls, blackbirds, white coats, silver needles
A series of memories poured into his mind, and he looked at the young man holding his son and playing with the bird, and the corners of his mouth were deeply pursed.
No wonder it looked familiar, it turned out to be her.