Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the little boss of the organization in front of him, he lowered his head, as if digesting his words.

He is really young, his soft round face and cute style sweater make him look a little younger than his actual age. He is only the age of a middle school student now.

In the study materials of the police academy and the public security files that he came into contact with later, Zhu Fu Jingguang had seen many records of juvenile delinquents.

Some are inherently sociopathic people who are absolutely hopeless, but there are others who are the distortion of chronic bad circumstances.

- It wasn't that he pityed them and excused them, but he knew that if these people were given a slightly normal environment, they might not go down the road of sin.

In Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart, Angstra is the latter.

"Angstra..."

He called out the code name softly.

A boy who has never been exposed to a normal environment since birth, a bitter alcohol that is too bitter to swallow directly.

As a member of the organization, Angstra does not have the strong and active desire for violence that a sociopath would have. Aside from being a member of the organization, he will care about his friends and considerate his subordinates, and will stay in the dangerous ruins because of the requests of his subordinates. Dispelling bombs to save people... What he lacks is someone who can guide him correctly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to touch Angstra's head again, or simply hug him, but this time, his palm was gently blocked as soon as he placed it on his head.

"…"

Angstra looked up at him again.

There was no turbulence in that eye.

——

Jing Baiye bent down and picked up those photos from the ground.

He glanced at the scars of the people in the photo, checked the clear torture records, and pinned them back to their original pages one by one.

He put the file back into the distance and got up from his chair.

Then, he took off his sweater.

The black sweater painted with cats, dogs and wolves fell on the ground, and in front of it was a surprised Scotch whisky, all of which seemed to be a reenactment of the scene in the dressing room last year. Jing Baiye's hand moved slightly, and the bandages on his upper body loosened in circles and hung on him half-fallenly.

There were cobweb-like cuts on his skin.

"...Angstra?"

Scotland looked puzzled, and when he saw the scar on his body, he quickly frowned again.

"Scotland, I remember you asked me before how my injury came about."

Jing Baiye touched the scars.

He only took off the bandage when he was taking a shower and saw the scar. No matter how many times he looked at it, he didn't like it, because it was really, really ugly. People with intensive phobia could see it on the spot without any skills. died.

But it's just that he doesn't like it, he will be helpless, but there is no dissatisfaction.

Because he knew it was what he deserved.

…

Jing Baiye is a criminal.

In the second life, he saw himself being cut into pieces with his own eyes.

He thought about it for a while, but he didn't mention that this was a previous life. The reincarnation was as mysterious as the system, and Scotland probably wouldn't believe it when he said it.

"This is the wound I left when I was executed, because I killed 444 people, so I was cut 444 times..."

"...It's almost Ling Chi, right? It's an ancient punishment from the flower grower next door."

Jingbaiye has no pain in the first life and now, only in the second life.

That execution was very painful, much more painful than being crushed by my father with a bench and scalding his neck with a cigarette butt.

"Specially used to punish the most wicked people."

Jing Baiye raised his hand and covered his left eye.

When he was executed in a previous life, his left eye was also blinded, and he remembered clearly that it was gouged out in the fourth knife.

The black and white bear specially left his right eye so that he could see the meat slices placed in front of Qing.

"It puts the sliced ​​meat in front of my eyes and lets me count the slices myself."

"Every piece is a life."

The face of the undercover in front of him was extremely ugly.

His mouth moved, but just before he wanted to say anything, Jing Baiye planned on him.

"Scotland, I know what you want to do."

Jing Baiye looked straight at him.

"You think I entered the organization when I was seven years old. It was the environment of the organization that made me go on the road of crime. You want to pull me out. With my minor status and the intelligence I know, I can pay very lightly. The price of returning to the sun..."

In many countries, juvenile delinquency can be commuted or exempted from responsibility. In some serious cases, if someone turns himself in and provides important clues, a certain commutation will be given appropriately.

"But I don't need it."

Jing Baiye supports the existence of the death penalty, and at the same time does not understand the need to commute sentences for minors.

In his mind, punishment should not differ based on factors such as status, race, religion, gender, age, etc. Minors who commit heinous crimes should be sentenced just like adults. This is fairness to other law-abiding people and comfort to those who have been hurt by them.

"Just as you know what will happen to exposed undercover agents, I know better than anyone what I've been doing all these years."

When he was executed in Jingbaiye's previous life, he only had doubts about why the evidence was not cleaned up, not regret.

On the day he chose to commit a crime and kill, he was mentally prepared.

"I'm not going to deny my crime, a crime is a crime."

"There is no excuse whatsoever."

Jing Baiye said so much in one breath, he lowered his head and reached out to touch the scar on his body.

"If you can catch me and give me Lingchi again, I have nothing to say. This is what I should suffer."

If this standard is used, the injuries on his body can be more than tenfold.

Because he has so many lives in his hands.

"The police won't do that!"

When Scotland interrupted Jing Baiye, he seldom acted so impolitely. He wasn't worried about the **** undercover interrogation records, but he was worried about the "obsessed" Jing Baiye.

"Even criminals are sent to court to be tried by the law, and then sent to prison. Even if there is a death sentence, they will not be deliberately tortured, let alone..."

Scotland's eyes fell on Jing Baiye, his blue eyes full of pain.

"... Not to mention, let them suffer this kind of capital punishment."

"I know."

Jingbaiye calmly said.

One of the characteristics of modern society is that the cruel punishments in ancient times have almost been cancelled. Even if the prisoner is allowed to die, it is a relatively happy death.

They will not be allowed to taste all the pain experienced by the victims who died at their hands.

The cell was as silent as a grave.

Jing Baiye stared at Scotland. He thought of the scene of helping him up from the snow at that time, and the words of the college students who were rescued by him. He never entered the cell... No, since he was not at the villa on the map, he raised his heart , put it down slowly.

"I'm glad, actually, Scotland," he said softly. "I'm glad the gin gave you to me."

"You are different from me. If you are allowed to do something to your fellow policemen or innocent ordinary people, even if you really do it...you will feel pain, right?"

We are completely different, I don't know what repentance is, and you are a righteous and kind Sakura.

"Fortunately, I didn't let you touch those killing missions, and your hands are still clean."

"..."

Scotland did not respond.

Jing Baiye wrapped the bandage again, bent down and picked up the sweater that Shirley bought, patted it carefully, and put it on again.

"There will be a way."

He spoke to him one last time before leaving.

"I will find a way not to harm the interests of the organization, nor to kill you."

——

The door of the cell closed in front of Zhu Fu Jingguang.

The small space and complete furniture reminded him of the exquisite cat cage where the money was kept.

He closed his eyes as if he had lost all strength.

People with different positions may become friends, may live under the same roof, may develop feelings for each other...

...but in the end, no one can convince anyone.

…

In the lounge, when Angstra came in, Apello bounced off the sofa.

In the past, they got along very easily. Angstra was a very easy-going person. When they were in the United States, they held fashion magazines together and admired beauties. He could complain at will when he went to the village of Sawa in New North…

But he knew very well that he must not be offended now~lightnovelpub.net~Apero walked to the table, Angstra pulled a chair and sat down, raising his hand to get the chopsticks and the plate hemp balls.

Because he had been in the cell for a long time, the hemp ball was getting cold again.

"There is an email from Curacao, and tomorrow morning, she will be able to arrive here with Bourbon," Apello reported.

Angstra picked up one with his chopsticks: "I see... By the way, is there any news from Ley?"

"Not yet."

Angstra gave a soft "Oh" and lowered his head to nibble on his snack.

The chopsticks pierced the surface of the sesame ball, revealing the bean paste filling inside, and the sesame seeds fell off. His cheeks were quickly stuffed up, and he chewed hard.

(End of this chapter)

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