After his brain was invaded, Wang Shi had to release some of his memories. But he still had control, and all he chose were black memories.
His mother was being bullied, and her suppressed sobbing could be heard through the thin door. But he could do nothing but copy the words over and over again.
His father was cruel and selfish, beating and scolding him at every turn, and his eyes were cold and heartless. Only when he brought back an excellent report card did he reluctantly acknowledge that he was his son.
As days like this became more and more frequent, the neighbors around me couldn't help but point fingers and murmur behind my back.
"There are always men coming to the house and staying for hours. Something is wrong."
"The woman kept crying, and her body was covered with bruises."
"If a man beats his wife, there must be a reason. He must be cheating on his wife."
"Don't say that. The Wang family kid doesn't look like his father."
Then, gossip spread around the school.
"Don't talk to him, he's a fucking chicken."
"real or fake?"
"I heard from my aunt that her mother had been having affairs and her belly was big before she got married."
"His father is a cuckold, he has a green head, hehe."
Those unbearable past events are like a huge quagmire that drags people into it.
I want to struggle, to call for help, to escape.
But no one heard, no one cared, no one offered a helping hand.
He finally understood why his mother never told others about her misfortune. Perhaps she had long expected that people would not pity or sympathize with her, but would only blame and abuse her.
Rather than being criticized by everyone, it is better to retain a false illusion of happiness.
But one day, the dream seemed to come true.
That day, my father was conscious and bought some braised dishes and pastries. My mother wore a new skirt and cooked a table of delicious home-cooked dishes, all of which were his favorites.
The family of three sat at the dinner table, as if the two-year dispute was just a dream.
The man said, "If nothing unexpected happens, I will be the manager who will be transferred out next time. When the time comes, you two can go together and find a better junior high school for your child."
The last sentence is specifically for women.
The woman cried for joy.
Everyone knows about her scandal, and men come to her one after another to take advantage of her. It is a nightmare that she can never wake up from.
But if she could be transferred to another place, no one would know her past and no one would gossip about her. She could start over with her husband and children and lead a peaceful and happy life.
All the patience is worth it.
"I'm sorry for putting you through so much trouble these years." The man nodded to the woman, full of energy and enthusiasm, "I've finally made it."
Little Wang Shi looked at their happy faces and suspected it was a dream.
But this time, it was actually true.
The transfer notice came, the man was going to explore the market in other places, and the woman was busy packing her luggage. She didn't pack her own things, but only carefully packed her son's, folding and wrapping his clothes, and neatly arranging his books in cartons.
While packing, she said, "Everything will be fine in the future. It will be fine." She also earnestly told him, "Don't blame mom. Mom has suffered from having no man in the family. If your grandpa hadn't died early, how would they dare... How would they dare..."
The memories pierced the biggest wound in her heart, causing it to bleed.
She held back her tears and repeated, "As long as you still have your father, you are his biological son, and no one will laugh at you..."
Wang Shi listened silently and slowly hugged the woman.
As the moving day approached, her complexion improved visibly, her face became rosy and radiant, adding to her mature charm.
As you can imagine, the neighbors' words were even more unpleasant.
But they tried not to care, and they endured and waited, and finally got on the departing truck.
A new life begins.
In big cities, neighbors don't know each other so well, they rarely see each other and gossip less. The classmates in the new school knew nothing about him and were very friendly to him.
My father was busy with work, so my mother treated him even better to make up for him.
Those days were as beautiful as a dream.
He began to believe that maybe the future wasn't so bad, maybe things would get better slowly.
But later events proved that they were all too naive.
About a month later, the man returned home again with a gloomy face. He opened the bottle of beer and gulped down half a bottle of beer, with a dark look in his eyes.
The woman served him carefully, fearing that he would return to his old ways and slap her again.
She was doomed to be disappointed.
A man who is a habitual domestic abuser will never repent, and a man who makes money by selling out his wife will never be willing to give up the shortcut to success.
He didn't even try to find an excuse like before, and simply gave a clear order: "President Fei will come to our house for dinner tomorrow, so you should prepare something."
The woman's breathing stopped instantly.
With tears streaming down her face, she begged him, "You said you wouldn't do it again. You said so."
"The work is not going well, and there is nothing I can do about it." The man was merciless. "If the work is not done well, we have to go back. What? Who are you reluctant to let go of? Do you really want to go back? Huh? Who are you reluctant to leave? Director Liu? Director Qian? Or who? Tell me!"
Killing someone and destroying their heart.
The man knew how to control her. With just a few words, she didn't even dare to refute and could only cry.
In an instant, the bubble of happiness burst, ushering in a more tragic hell.
She gradually became thinner, number, and lost the most basic dignity of a human being.
Jian Jing saw with her own eyes how this beautiful woman gradually turned into a walking corpse, a skeleton that could not cry or feel pain.
She became ill, very ill all of a sudden, and began vomiting blood.
At first, the man thought she was pretending to be sick, and beat her even harder. Her face was horribly swollen, and she vomited blood, leaving pools of blood on the floor.
The man panicked and bought her medicine, and tried to comfort her in a slow and gentle voice, but it was all useless.
The disease came like a mountain, and she became more and more seriously ill and could hardly get up. The man didn't want to stay in the same room with her, so he simply didn't go home all day.
One evening, the sky was filled with sunset.
Wang Shi returned home and walked into the bedroom as usual. The woman struggled to sit up, her eyes sparkling, and she desperately held his hand: "I'm sorry, forgive me... forgive my mother."
He lowered his eyelids and asked, "Why?"
Didn't you say it would get better
The woman's eyes were filled with tears, and she murmured, "I'm sorry..."
He asked, "Why?"
Isn't happiness about to come
Tears flowed down her cheeks, soaking the pillow. Her lips moved slightly, but she no longer had the energy to speak. She just looked at him, at her child, with sorrow and reluctance.
He was not an expected child.
His existence caused her to suffer from the bullying of her husband.
She tried hard not to give up on him, but now... she had to leave him behind and go.
The woman clenched her fingers as if to hold a child's hand, but she could not move. Her body was already at the end of its strength and all the energy had been used up.
She could no longer control her body, and with every breath she took she had to use all the energy in her body.
It's so painful.
My bones hurt, my internal organs hurt, every inch of my skin was in so much pain that I felt like I was collapsing.
She just couldn't hold on any longer.
Then, the light in his eyes dissipated, like fireflies leaving on a summer night, blooming beautifully for a moment before returning to the silent place of decay.
She closed her eyes and stopped breathing.
Wang Shi stared at her blankly, staring at her chest that was no longer rising and falling. He clenched his fists convulsively and grasped her skinny fingers.
The residual warmth of the corpse was transmitted to his hands, crushing the last of his sanity.
"Why?" he repeated mechanically. "Why, why?!"
Why did you give birth to me? Why did you abandon me? Why don't you love me anymore
I only have you, mother.
The air was filled with cracking sounds, and the scene was like a glass curtain, with cracks and shattered lines. The world shook, the ceiling collapsed, the furniture shattered, and the whole world was torn into pieces.
Then, all the scenery collapsed at the same time, with a loud bang, and turned into powder on the ground.
Jian Jing saw the man's body lying on the sofa, his mouth and nose blocked by vomit, his face had turned purple, and his skin was covered with purple corpse spots.
he died.
Wang Shi closed the door and walked into the night with an expressionless face.
Three o'clock in the morning, Public Security Bureau office.
Ji Feng sat at the table, smoking to refresh himself while staring at the whiteboard covered with clues.
So far, the police have mainly divided the investigation into two lines:
1. Kidnapping
The key to the investigation lies in how the suspect took Jian Jing away and which line is his real route of action
Hypothesis 1: Kidnap Jian Jing - leave by taxi - change transportation in the park - use Jiang Baiyan's car - abandon the car and transfer her to the detention place;
Hypothesis 2: Kidnapping Jian Jing - creating the illusion that the taxi left the venue, but in fact Jian Jing was still at the venue - leaving with many guests - and taking her directly to the detention center;
Hypothesis 3: The same as 2, except that after leaving the scene, Jiang Baiyan's car is used for transfer and then the body is destroyed.
The three lines are difficult to check, mainly because there are too many interference factors. After monitoring for dozens of hours, people will feel dizzy and it is extremely difficult to distinguish.
Moreover, Wang Shi has multiple identities, and the license plate obtained under his new identity does not raise any suspicion at all.
2. Serial murder cases
The DNA of Xue's relatives has been proven to be a mockery, and all clues are cut off.
Wang Shi, a psychologist who graduated from the University of Edinburgh, has a fake identity
To be honest, this identity does not seem to be fabricated out of thin air, and the resume is complete. Except for the fake academic qualifications, everything else can be traced. In 2013, Wang Shi went abroad to study, which happened to be the beginning of the real-name system in China.
Ji Feng suspected that the other party had borrowed the real Wang Shi's identity information and created a real disguise.
So, what is his true identity
If he used his real identity to find the place of detention, how could he find it
As soon as the question came up, countless thoughts suddenly flooded his brain, crowding it so much that his brain was about to explode.
Ji Feng pinched his nose and decided to use the old method.
Do subtraction.
Although the location of the kidnapping case was very important, he hesitated and tried not to think too much. Jian Jing was not an ordinary girl who was weak and helpless. She was smart and agile, and she was not much worse than him.
The best strategy is to treat her as a partner and let each of you do your own work.
He pushed away his worries and uneasiness and focused all his attention on the whiteboard. After thinking for a moment, he circled the line of DNA with a red pen.
This is the most obvious line that he has personally experienced and has solid evidence.
The other party pretended to attack him, no, he actually attacked him, and left a blood sample at the same time. In doing so, he directly achieved two goals.
The response to Jian Jing misled the direction of the investigation.
Considering that his own injuries were not serious, the latter should be more serious - it was really a move that was not very harmful but extremely insulting.
But... the owner of the blood was not some missing person, but a drug addict who might be caught by the police at any time.
The time for misleading is very limited.
Since he had already done it, why not look for a missing person? If he couldn't find out, he would always think that the owner of the blood was him.
But he chose the one that was easy to be discovered, which proved that he wanted them to discover it.
Was it a joke? But provoking the police would have serious consequences, which was in stark contrast to the caution he showed during the kidnapping. This was what made Ji Feng most depressed. It was obvious that he was the one who did the kidnapping, but he left no clues related to that year, and he could not prove the connection.
In other words, he does not want the police to reopen the investigation into the serial crimes.
There is no reason for such a meticulous person to make such arrangements just for fun.
So what is his purpose
Ji Feng touched his chin and pulled out a thread from the complicated ball of thread.
Did he want them to think that he was a person who was extremely good at hiding himself
Looking at the many photos posted on the whiteboard, one word was circled: Real identity?
Wang Siji’s pseudonym in the 2009 case.
In the attack case, the DNA sample of drug addict Xue.
Edinburgh University graduate, fake psychiatrist, Wang Shi.
He created many false identities, he carefully hid his past, and he most likely had more hidden vests.
It was the idea he implanted in their minds.
At this moment, Ji Feng still believed it firmly, and even believed it too much. He even started to doubt whether it was also a cover-up.
DNA cannot be falsified, but what about Wang Shi
His academic qualifications were fake, and his real appearance was different from the photo in the file. Therefore, they speculated that it was a fake identity that was borrowed.
Is this his real purpose
Using the illusion of a fake identity to perjure the reliability of the real identity
"Old Gao." He kicked the chair next to him to wake up the dozing Officer Gao, "Quick, let's investigate Wang Shi more carefully."