"You have confidence in your own abilities. You have used some means to make those old people depend on you and are willing to leave your inheritance. This has made you rich today."

An inheritance is not just the accumulation of wealth.

And self-confidence.

"So you believe that you have the ability to make that thing perfect, but in the end you still miscalculated. Although the law at that time did not make the age difference between the adopter and the adoptee too dead, you still did not succeed. Adopt that kid because... the kid doesn't want to go with you."

Many things are buried in the years.

If no one digs, those things will rot forever.

There are too many backlogs, and the executive officer will be numb.

Too many people die, the world will be numb.

"That child grew up in an orphanage and left when he became an adult. He committed suicide by jumping off the building not long after. Ms. Yang, this tragedy was caused by you alone. Have you ever had any regrets?"

"Chief Lu, please stop slandering."

Yang Yuhua used the word slander, and his tone became less kind than before.

"Ms. Yang, the Executive Board is a good place. There are many people who can protect one person's safety. Your villa is not very safe."

"Chief Lu, what do you mean by this?"

Lu Wen raised his head, carrying his hands on his back, and walked a few steps at random.

Take a rough look at the whole villa.

"There are several surveillances, but there are still blind spots. For people who have strong computing power and know the monitoring well, it is easy to enter your home through these surveillance blind spots and kill you." He said lightly. .

"Mr. Lu, are you threatening me? I can record and inform the media. I know that you are running for a member of Parliament."

"No, this is not a threat, but a statement of the truth."

Lu Wen stood not far from Yang Yuhua.

He spread his five fingers, slowly projecting a picture.

Those are the scenes of the crime, the tragic situation of the first few dead.

HD, no code.

Yang Yuhua is unclear. Therefore, this middle-aged woman has lived for so long and has never seen the real murder scene.

"The first two deceased, the first had thirteen stab wounds, and the second had fifteen wounds, but they were not fatal, bleeding to death, Ms. Yang, do you know that feeling? The life in your body is Slowly passing by, the intense pain in your body keeps you awake all the time."

Lu Wen smiled very kindly, and his voice was very slow.

Yang Yuhua's face turned pale, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't show anything.

"The third deceased died very miserably. When the corpse was found, his skin was already ulcerated, but it was not long before he died, Ms. Yang, do you know the reason?"

Lu Wen smiled and looked at her.

"That is a very painful method of death. Various medicines are injected into the body. A living person becomes the carrier of the test medicine. The last type of medicine injected is botulinum. It sounds familiar, right? Botulinum toxin It’s what you usually use for beauty."

Difficulty breathing, muscle paralysis, abdominal cramps, these are all symptoms of botulinum toxin poisoning.

"The fourth deceased has been tortured with hallucinogenic drugs for half a year. Every day I see those who died of him come back to look for him. The fifth deceased... I will show you a video."

"The person hanging in the video is your former patient, Wang Kou."

A stern cry for help came from the video.

The scarlet purgatory on earth looked chilling.

Yang Yuhua stepped back two steps, fine sweat oozing from her pale forehead, she leaned against the low wall, so she wouldn't continue to step back.

"The unknown murderer who is wandering outside now has filled his heart with hatred. Although we don't know who he is, I can be sure that he will use the most extreme method to retaliate against the people involved in that case. "

"Everyone will suffer great torture before death, and the final culprit..."

Lu Wen put away the video.

The shrill cry stopped abruptly.

"Ms. Yang, do you know how I thought of you?"

"No, it's not me!"

Yang Yuhua still shook his head, denying it.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.

After all, she has been a psychologist for so many years, and she is forcibly calming down.

"Ms. Yang, I noticed that you have tissues in your pockets, but you use your sleeves to wipe sweat. You would not be like this when you are calm. You are very anxious, panicked, and chaotic."

Lu Wen also retreated to the low wall.

It was almost noon, and the sun became blazing hot.

Those bright flowers raised their delicate heads to welcome the baptism of midsummer.

"If this matter really has nothing to do with you, you won't be so flustered, and you don't have to worry about what torture the upcoming murderer will do to you. I will ask you again, do you know how I thought of you? "

"You... how did you think of me?"

Lu Wen smiled faintly and took the bait.

"If the case had been closed twelve years ago, then the murderer outside, the "vagrant poet" people on the Internet called, would definitely reveal the case."

An unjust case twelve years ago will bring public opinion to another peak.

The anger in the murderer's heart would surely make him do this.

Damn people will die.

People who don't deserve to die should also be tortured in their hearts.

The executive officer who handled the case at the time will know that he caught the wrong person, and the judge at the time will know that he made the wrong sentence.

This torture will accompany them throughout their lives.

"But now, more than ten hours have passed since Wang Kou's death, and the murderer has not disclosed the case, Ms. Yang, I think you know the reason."

One person short.

After that person died, all the **** people died.

"I really don't have evidence. The insiders of the year are dead. As you said, all my judgments are only speculations. If I really want to show evidence, I can only turn around and leave."

Lu Wen sat on the low wall.

The low and undulating courtyard walls have been treated artistically, and there is no protective effect at all.

It's just good-looking.

Few people would have imagined that in such a high-end villa complex, murderers would dare to come in and kill people at the risk of being discovered by surveillance.

Lu Wen didn't say that sentence after he said it.

The noon sun shone overhead.

This rainy, always cloudy city, I don’t know why, it was sunny and sunny for two consecutive days, maybe you can see the crimson sunset this evening.

The flowers and plants stretch out the branches and leaves.

be quiet.

Can hear the chirping of birds in the forest.

The light shines through the branches and leaves, turning into golden dots, jumping gently on the ground.

From beginning to end, Wei Boan didn't speak.

No need for him to speak, everything is doomed.

He has been sitting on the low wall, looking into the distance.

It seems to be enjoying this rare comfort.

There is a fragrance of flowers and plants in the summer breeze.

There is also a smell of lunch scent.

Yang Yuhua leaned against the low wall on the other side, her expression constantly changing, and more and more sweat dripped from her forehead. It could be heat or other reasons.

It seems a long time has passed.

For a long time, even Lu Wen was relaxing and enjoying the tranquility.

Until a swimming fish jumped out of the lake.

The broken peace made the blurred world around him become clear.

"I will go with you."

Yang Yuhua raised his head and looked at the two, his face full of bitterness.

...

...

Outside the villa complex.

An uncountable number of vehicles from the Executive Board have enclosed this community to a halt.

Many people who eat melons don't know why.

But some news media heard the news.

Thinking of the recent series of events in District 10, those media reporters were a little excited.

As soon as Yang Yuhua was taken out of the gate of the community by the two of them, the lights on the scene began to flash non-stop.

Some dazzling.

"Mr. Lu Wen, can I interview you?"

"Can't..."

I have to ask.

This is very unqualified.

Don't ask, you must be thick-skinned, go straight up and say I want to interview you.

Either be thrown out or get first-hand information.

To be a reporter, you have to be tougher.

The figures of Lu Wen and Wei Boan were recorded by countless news media.

Then Yang Yuhua's information was also picked up and uploaded on the Internet.

Wei Boan sat in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and said, "What are you going to do next? This case, which spans twelve years, is closed."

"Proactively disclose the case back then, don't wait until the murderer bursts out. It is better to be scolded actively than to be scolded passively," Lu Wen said.

"Okay, I'll just notify the people over there and hold another meeting in the afternoon."

It didn't take long.

The official accounts of the 10th District Executive Bureau in various media began to speak out, revealing a case twelve years ago from beginning to end.

The veteran executive officer in charge of the case, as well as the judge who pronounced the sentence, also attached their own apologies.

The Executive Board collected all the apologies from relevant personnel and put them on top on all major social platforms.

The truth is revealed to the world.

The late apology is also waiting.

Maybe this is what the murderer wants.

Although the family of three could no longer hear the apology.

"There are a lot less scolding, and more encouragement."

Wei Boan looked at the messages under the account of the Executive Board and smiled with satisfaction.

"Have a meal together at noon and drink some wine?"

"Aren't you going to develop a conference this afternoon?"

"No effect!"

Yang Yuhua was protected by everyone from the Executive Bureau.

The secret murderer seemed to disappear.

The tenth district ushered in a rare peace.

All the executive officers breathed a sigh of relief, and after having been busy for more than a week, they could finally take a break.

The next step is relatively simple.

Detention, trial, appeal, court hearing...

have lunch.

Street restaurant.

Wei Boan took out another bottle of good wine that had been kept for many years, and there was still some yellow mud on the bottle mouth that had not been wiped clean.

The two sit opposite each other.

There is only a dish of peanuts on the table.

Other dishes are still being prepared.

"Add another pair of bowls and chopsticks!"

Xia Chuluo walked into the hotel and sat beside Lu Wen.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hungry, eat."

"From the thirteenth district to the tenth district, even if there is no traffic jam, it will take more than an hour to come over to eat?"

"Painting Exhibition..."

Lu Wen patted his forehead and forgot about it.

Bionic people will forget things?

In the emotional chip, those false memories of the previous life still have a great influence on him, making him think about things from a human perspective in many cases.

"Miss Xia, are you drinking?" Wei Boan smiled and raised the bottle in his hand.

"drink."

One bottle of wine is divided into three people.

In order to keep these two guys energized in the afternoon, Lu Wen drank as much as possible, anyway, he wouldn't be drunk.

The afternoon sun is very pleasant.

The exhibition arrived as scheduled.

Coming and going, either a decent collector, or an artist dressed in a trend.

Lu Wen pushed the wheelchair.

Xia Chuluo walked beside him~lightnovelpub.net~ In the wheelchair, she was a girl with white hair. She was very beautiful. The sunlight was on her hair, rendering a faint golden layer, like an angel falling into the world.

"Where is Jing Le? Isn't he coming?" the girl in the wheelchair asked.

Jing Le, that is the real name of the little painter.

"he……"

Lu Wen hesitated for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Xia Chuluo, who was looking elsewhere.

"He said he is more suitable for wandering, maybe in another city now."

"Oh……"

...

Good night, all book friends!

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