"Your experience is quite... strange..."

Zhong Tianzheng hesitated for a long time and could only comment like this.

Next.

Yang Shuo confessed his crime, and what he confessed was basically consistent with the clues that the police had already grasped.

If nothing unexpected happens.

This case should come to an end.

"But to be honest, I didn't understand something in the case."

Zhong Tianzheng glanced at Ao Xiang, who had completed the record, and his eyes returned to Yang Shuo: "Let's talk about the first one first."

"The scene where Xue Xiaodong was killed, since you have seriously injured Liu Wentao, you did not continue to hurt him, but instead helped him escape the crime scene. Why is this? Are you not afraid that he will be exposed later and ask you to confess?"

"I'm curious, what happened at the scene?"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at Yang Shuo opposite him with a bright look.

really.

He was very puzzled.

How did he do it and let Liu Wentao keep his mouth shut for him.

"Actually, I haven't done much, but he is willing, that's willing."

Yang Shuo lit a cigarette, wrapped it in a mouthful of cigarette, looked up at the sky, and fell into memories.

...

Dark night.

In the dimly lit alley.

Xue Xiaodong climbed up to the iron gate in panic. The moment he crossed the iron gate, Yang Shuo, who had chased him, grabbed Tengkong's right leg and pulled it down hard.

"ah."

The spikes on the iron gate instantly penetrated Xue Xiaodong, and screams rang out.

Yang Shuo looked at Xue Xiaodong who was tragic on the iron gate with a blank expression, turned around and began to take off his disposable rubber gloves and quickly left.

"Grass mud horse!"

"Never ended up?!"

Angry insult sounded from the residential building next to the alley.

Immediately afterwards.

Lights on a house on the second floor are on the lantern.

“…”

Yang Shuo slightly looked up and glanced at the residential house on the second floor, then looked at Liu Wentao lying on the ground in front of him, thought briefly, walked quickly to his side with his steps, reached out to lift the person up, and supported him to stand beneath the corner of the wall.

"hiss."

Liu Wentao, who was already unconscious, felt pain and woke up a lot in an instant. He took a breath of air conditioning, but Yang Shuo reached out to cover his mouth.

"Hey, 110? Here we..."

upstairs.

A trembling sound of alarm sounded.

About a minute later.

The phone hangs up.

Three minutes later.

The sound of closing the window came from upstairs.

Yang Shuo pulled the cap, looked up at the canopy above his head, and then let go of the hand holding Liu Wentao.

"Why should I save me?"

Liu Wentao looked at Yang Shuo with a painful expression.

"Because you didn't come to me, we have a common goal, don't we?"

Yang Shuo didn't look at him and turned around and walked out of the alley: "You hurt me, but I saved you. Strictly speaking, you owe me a favor, remember to return it to me, if you were not caught by the police."

"Da da da da da."

Liu Wentao endured the severe pain and followed with distorted facial features.

"If you don't want to be discovered by surveillance, follow me."

Yang Shuo looked back at Liu Wentao, who was strongly willed behind him, and reminded him, but he did not go up to support him.

In the dark alley.

The two of them walked around the alley and finally came out.

"Thank you."

Liu Wentao suddenly lay in the green belt, reached out to wipe the blood from his nostrils, took out the cigarette in his pocket, but couldn't find the lighter.

"clatter."

A fire-riding lighter reached in front of Liu Wentao.

Liu Wentao didn't think about it and sucked it greedily.

"Your ribs are broken. If I were you, the first reaction now is to call an ambulance instead of swaying around and causing secondary damage."

Yang Shuo lowered his hat brim and lit one for himself.

"Thanks."

Liu Wentao curled up and said tremblingly.

"Um."

Yang Shuo nodded, accepting it.

"Why did you kill him?"

Liu Wentao twisted his head and looked at the handsome middle-aged man under the cap: "Why don't you solve me too? I have witnessed your entire crime process. You are not afraid. If I am caught by the police, I will tell you out?"

"Because he deserves to die!"

Yang Shuo answered simply and clearly, reached out and fumbled for a while, took out the folded A4 paper with his back to Liu Wentao and opened it in front of him. On the paper, there was a picture of an unbearable cartoon with inducing words: "People who poisoned the teenager, do you think he should die?"

"My two students went astray because they read these highly inducible restrictive comics and were ruined in their entire lives. Do you think he should die?"

“…”

Liu Wentao looked at the A4 paper, paused his fingers while holding cigarettes, and was silent for several seconds: "What about me? Let me tell you, I killed someone too. My girlfriend is actually not a boyfriend or girlfriend. At most, I am a spare tire."

"You and I have no grievances or grudges for no reason, why should I deal with you?"

Yang Shuo looked at him seriously: "It will be a matter of time before you and I will be caught, and I will not be able to escape."

Liu Wentao grinned and said, "Actually, it's more appropriate for me to do this just now, right?"

"Maybe."

After taking a last sip of cigarette, Yang Shuo snatched the cigarette butt and kicked it into his pocket: "When I was planning this, I never thought about a way out. Some people must die, harm others and themselves, and poison one side!"

After saying that, Yang Shuo stood up, patted his trouser legs, got up and glanced at the place he had just sat down, confirmed that nothing was left, and then reached out to fiddle with the collapsed lawn, and then disappeared from the corner of the street.

"Remember the favor you owe me."

"If you're not dead."

In the air, the sound of Yang Shuo's instructions echoed.

...

"that's all?"

Ah Xiang stopped writing and looked at Yang Shuo suspiciously: "Didn't you say anything else?"

"That's all."

Yang Shuo shrugged, "Maybe at that moment, he agreed with me. Maybe this is his way to repay my favor. It seems that he really didn't tell you any information about me."

"The second question is that Wang Yiwei voluntarily surrendered. What's going on?"

Zhong Tianzheng did not worry about this and focused on his second question.

Yang Shuo failed to attack Wang Yiwei for the first time, and the two of them had no contact. Why did Wang Yiwei suddenly choose to surrender and take the initiative to explain his illegal operation of the website?

How did he threaten Wang Yiwei?

How did he make him compromise?

after all.

In the torrent of interests of the website, Wang Yiwei cannot turn back.

Yang Shuo raised his chin slightly: "When I was drawing, I had a habit of painting. If I had not completely thought about what I wanted to draw, I would not start writing."

"Just like painting, you won't do it without thinking about the entire crime process."
Chapter completed!