You need to hit a snake seven inches. Sheng Yao watched Mr. Jiang Zixin's facial expression change after Jiang Hu asked that sentence, and he knew that this Mr. Jiang was unfortunately hit by someone seven inches.
It seems that Jiang Zixin has been waiting for this question for a long time. Although Jiang Hu stumbles and speaks half-speaking, it does not affect Mr. Jiang's desire to confess in the slightest. His eyes lit up in an instant, flashing with a palpitating, abnormal frenzy, and he took a big step forward.
The light was dim, and the ferocity and madness on Jiang Zixin's face were made even more frightening by the shadow. Sheng Yao subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Jiang Hu, but after moving a bit, he realized that Jiang Hu had secretly grabbed the corner of his clothes. Jiang Hu turned his head to look at Sheng Yao, his sharp eyes came out from under the black-framed lenses, Sheng Yao immediately understood, as if nothing had happened, and took back his steps.
Sheng Yao is not what people usually define as a "gentleman". He can let him go through any occasion with a smile, and no one can see what he cares about and what he doesn't care about. But sometimes, people like him who are keen and adaptable but not very emotional are needed, and Jiang Hu's partner is perfect. Maybe it's because the two have similar personalities, so they have a special understanding in times of crisis.
Jiang Hu let go of Sheng Yao slowly, and subtly took a small step to the side. It seemed that he was afraid of Jiang Zixin, but he was actually secretly looking for a safe angle.
How about not hurting the child, take this guy down.
Jiang Zixin, who was so vigilant and troublesome, didn't notice Jiang Hu's movements. He was already completely agitated by the question of the trembling little "reporter" in front of him. This kind of mentality is like a child who fell down. If no one sees it, most of them will get up and do what they should do, but once an adult is around, the tears will burst into tears.
Jiang Zixin was asked by Jiang Hu, and the question exploded. He spoke very fast, to the point of stuttering, and his roar was very snarling. We will not pursue the grammatical mistakes, but can you stop being so excited? Step by step to this side
The veins in Sheng Yao's hand holding the camera burst out, and he tried his best not to throw the camera out.
"Why did I kill people? Why did I kill these bastards?" Jiang Zixin spat on the ground fiercely, "Why can't I kill them? They are superior? Their mother and father have a lot of bad money, this gang Is the little boy superior to others?"
He spit out a lot of questions in a row, but didn't expect Jiang Hu and the others to answer, and he used discordant words to express his anger—of course, dragging the little girl who was dying.
"They didn't..." Jiang Hu said weakly. Jiang Zixin suddenly turned his head to look at him, and the second half of Jiang Hu's sentence got stuck in his throat, but he didn't expect Jiang Zixin to smile: "It's okay, tell me, reporters can talk."
I really deserve your godly favor, Sheng Yao slandered, he saw that although Jiang Hu had been acting timidly, one hand was hovering around his waist.
Sheng Yao knew that Jiang Hu had hidden the gun given to him by Shen Yexi under Jiang Hu's wide windbreaker. Although Sheng Yao didn't really believe that Jiang Hu would actually shoot and hurt people, but his colleagues have been with him for so long, and his temper is like dough. Mr. Hao Hao, I also have a certain understanding, knowing that this person is not as calm as he looks, and he pretends to be flawless on the surface, so I don't know why he is angry.
"They are still children, they haven't hurt anyone..." Jiang Hu whispered.
"I didn't hurt anyone! What did I do wrong?! Ah?!" Jiang Zixin, who was still smiling just now, started to attack.
Does this have any logical relationship? Jiang Hu felt that this guy had a bit of a talent for being funny out of time, so he reminded weakly: "They said you beat someone to death."
"That's what they forced! Let me tell you, the TV station will release all my words and tell the parents of those brats that if you want to hate that bitch Yao Fang and Huang Jingjun! It's all their fault, these little brats The cub died because of them!"
Ah... who
Jiang Hu couldn't help but glanced at Sheng Yao, and Sheng Yao immediately returned him with a puzzled expression. He had the impression that the latter had turned over Jiang Zixin's personal information just a little while outside. Sheng Yao had a photographic memory. He remembered that Jiang Zixin's transfer relationship seemed to be signed by this person. He must be a small boss or something. As for the previous one... I have never heard of it.
The confused expressions of the two were a bit obvious, and Jiang Zixin was obviously dissatisfied. He felt that it was an insult to his misfortune that others had never even heard of the people who brought great pain to his life, so he roared: "It's all because of them! It's all because of them! The parents of those dead cubs seek revenge on them and let the police arrest them!"
The police are full... Jiang Hu and Sheng Yao thought at the same time.
"What bad things did they do?" Jiang Hu asked, sharp-eyed to see that Jiang Zixin's control over the little girl had loosened a bit, yes, that's it, imagine that you are the master of this world, and everyone is waiting for your orders, listening to you It means, you will be excited, dancing, expressing and venting with all your heart...
This question gave Jiang Zixin another shot, and Sheng Yao felt his eyes brighten.
Shen Yexi was outside with a gloomy face, pressing the earphones and kept walking on the spot. Yang Man felt that he wanted to flatten the ground.
I just heard Jiang Zixin say: "Yao Fang? What is she? A middle-aged woman who has no education at all! Ba Po! She is a philistine, why should she boss me around? Isn't it just rent? When I was rich, she was right. I'm so respectful, I come in and go out to say hello, but it's because my work hasn't been going well recently, and I've been begging her for a turnaround. I've already treated her poorly, what is she?! What right do I have to speak to me? I'm... I'm …”
Damn, an aunt who collects rent, no wonder I didn't check it out, Sheng Yao felt extremely sad at that moment, thinking that after get off work, a bunch of us gathered here to deal with a murderous psychopath just because of an aunt who collected rent.
Jiang Hu's attention was always focused on the distance between Jiang Zixin and the children.
He soon discovered that Jiang Zixin is the kind who likes to talk to people, which will give him a sense of control, so when he moved to the side quietly and seemingly scared, Jiang Zixin also did not know Unknowingly following him, he was already far away from those children who were frightened and dumbfounded.
Sheng Yao minimized his sense of presence and pretended to be the background without saying a word, so that Jiang Zixin's attention was all attracted by Jiang Hu.
Although Jiang Hu looked very scared, but for some reason, every move could attract Jiang Zixin's attention. His eyes and body language gave Jiang Zixin great psychological hints, like a kind of fan power, luring him a little Follow him little by little, and talk little by little.
Sheng Yao thought that he had seen the skill of this unobtrusive psychiatrist.
"And Huang Jingjun! That bastard tortoise, he has no ability, and all his energy is spent trying to squeeze out capable people!"
Ah... It turns out that you are a capable person, aren't you, even killing children.
Jiang Hu continued to attract his attention, moved to the side, and needed to find a way to keep Jiang Zixin away from the little girl.
irritate him? It's easy to piss him off, all it takes is contempt and indifference. But no, the coward's first reaction was not to jump at the person who irritated him, but to vent his anger on the little girl in his arms. what to do
"But if you're like this, they won't take any responsibility." Jiang Hu said, looking behind Jiang Zixin and then at Sheng Yao. Jiang Zixin swept back and forth, as if looking for a camera angle.
"They have no legal responsibility." Jiang Zixin sneered, "That's why I called you here. I want the whole society to know why I killed people, and let the whole society know that those two people are the culprits. The culprit."
He raised his chin lightly: "Of course, these bastards deserve to die too. They will grow up, take a look, see?!" He lifted up the little girl in his hand and waved it in front of Jiang Hu's eyes , the poor little guy was foaming from the mouth, "Look at the clothes they wear, the schoolbags they carry, and the stationery they use! Their parents are bastards, they are sorry for me, bullying me to squeeze the stinky money I got , and then give flowers to these little brats to see how they look glamorous."
"I just let none of them survive! Everyone die together!" (Note)
Shen Yexi pulled off the earphones outside: "Sniper! Can't fucking aim?!"
Junzi Yang Mansu looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.
However, after hearing his words, Jiang Hu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, raised his head, and asked, "You have already killed two people, isn't that enough? Why do you have to get so many children?"
"What's the death of a kid and a woman? It's not enough to be on TV! The impact is not big enough, no one will take it seriously." Jiang Zixin replied without thinking.
So that's what you wanted, darn thing!
"Sheng Yao." Jiang Hu suddenly raised the volume. Jiang Zixin was taken aback. Before he could react, Sheng Yao suddenly threw the camera at Jiang Zixin's feet—I've wanted to do this for a long time! Of course he didn't hit the other party, because the little girl was still in the other party's hands, so he was somewhat cautious.
Then Sheng Yao jumped out, extremely sensitive, and directly inserted between the children and Jiang Zixin. When Jiang Zixin reacted, he found that the thirty little hostages he had worked so hard to capture were already within the protection of the other party. The man who covered his face with the camera and kept silent showed a bad smile on his face: "Dude, I really can't stand it anymore. Although we are just journalists, we occasionally want to be a hero."
This boy Sheng Yao is so fucking smart. He didn't reveal that he was a policeman at this time, because once the identity of the policeman is exposed and Jiang Zixin has no hope at all, the life of the child in his arms may not be saved.
Jiang Hu had a clue in his mind, and continued to pretend to be his grandson: "Sheng... Sheng Yao, you... you are dying? What are you doing?"
Jiang Zixin stared at Sheng Yao with red eyes, and when he heard Jiang Hu's words, he suddenly realized that the two of them were not in the same group. He gave Jiang Hu a vicious look, turned his attention to Sheng Yao, and put the knife in front of Sheng Yao's eyes. After shaking, he said with a gloomy expression, "Boy, don't you want to live?"
Sheng Yao knew that he could only take risks now, and tried to transfer the other party's hostility to himself. This man was too cowardly, he only dared to deal with children and do things behind people's backs.
As soon as Jiang Hu reminded him just now, he immediately understood that what Jiang Zixin wants is exposure, and killing one or two people is not enough exposure in his eyes. He thinks that he must kill all those dozens of children to achieve his goal, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted Now, Sheng Yao made himself the only obstacle in front of him. If he wanted to achieve his goal, if he still had to influence, if he still had to kill these thirty-odd children, he had to solve his own problems. "Weak journalists".
Sheng Yao was not sure of the speed and accuracy of his gun, whether he could kill Jiang Zixin the moment he left the little girl's hand, but at this time, he had to try.
"I still have blood." So he gave Jiang Zixin a nonchalant smile, "What's the matter, don't you dare to do anything when you see an adult? Tell you, unless you step on my dead body today, these children Don't even try to move any of you! Are you crazy about wanting to be famous? I won't let you succeed!"
Jiang Zixin let out a low growl, grabbed the girl by the back of the neck, raised the knife, and rushed towards Sheng Yao, his chest opened wide, and then—the gun went off.
There was a bloody hole in Jiang Zixin's chest. He lowered his head in disbelief. Before he could close his open mouth, he was shot right in the heart. There was no suspense. The knife fell to the ground and the man fell down.
At this time, Sheng Yao's hand had just reached his waist, before he could pull it out, he turned his head with the same unbelievable expression...
ginger lake.