I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

Zhang Yiyang smiled and shook his head: "Even if the victim is guilty, he should be judged by the law. His behavior will only bring chaos."

Shen Feng's tone was still calm: "Maybe he can't wait for the judgment of the law, or he doesn't believe that the law can give him justice."

Zhang Yiyang was stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking about Shen Feng's words.

After a moment, he looked up again and said, "I don't know if he has experienced anything."

"I know he has killed several people. I am a policeman and he is the murderer."

"My duty is to catch him. As for how to make a conclusion about him, that is the judge's business."

Shen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Yiyang, and asked casually, "Are you confident that you can catch him?"

Zhang Yiyang smiled confidently, "I can do it."

"Oh?" Shen Feng asked, "Why do you think so?"

Zhang Yiyang drank the soda water in the cup in one gulp: "Through the investigation and analysis during this period, we have already obtained a lot of clues about him.

From the method, method, and style, the psychological portrait of this guy has become clearer and clearer.

Moreover, he has always been acting alone, and it is impossible for him to always fight against the entire police force."

Hearing Zhang Yiyang's words, Shen Feng's heart moved slightly.

It seems that the police investigation has made considerable progress.

But he still had no emotional fluctuations: "Then I wish you success."

Zhang Yiyang rubbed his neck and stood up: "Okay, wait for my good news, then I will pay for you to drink!" After that, he turned and walked towards the door of the bar.

Shen Feng looked at Zhang Yiyang's back as he left, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes became cold and deep.

But just a moment later, the corners of his mouth rose again, revealing a crazy smile.

...

After Zhang Yiyang left, the bar became quiet again.

Shen Feng's slender fingers gently tapped the table of the bar.

Zhang Yiyang's words just now reminded him.

The police's ability to solve cases has never been underestimated.

Although Shen Feng could not know exactly how far their investigation had progressed.

But from Zhang Yiyang's words, he keenly noticed that the psychological portrait of the "masked man" had become clearer under their outline.

This made him feel a little nervous and excited about the game.

But now, he must divert his target, or create an illusion.

In order to disrupt all the police's analysis and ensure that the game can continue perfectly.

Shen Feng's thoughts wandered between madness and calmness, and his brain was like a sophisticated instrument, running wildly.

At present, if he continued like this, he would sooner or later be exposed to the police's vision.

This is not okay. What he needs is to completely muddy the water and lead out the mastermind behind the alliance.

So now, a new direction is most needed,

a direction that can distract the police and allow him to continue the game.

He stood up, walked to the window of the bar, looked at the bustling streets outside, and had a plan in mind.

The police thought they had enough clues.

But they didn't know that the rules of this game were always set by him, Shen Feng.

Shen Feng's fingers gently slid across the glass, leaving traces of water vapor.

"Next, it will be even more chaotic."

Shen Feng murmured with a hint of teasing.

"Only this way can it be called interesting, don't you think, Officer Zhang?"

After the words fell, a low laugh sounded quietly in the empty bar, and then gradually disappeared into the silence.

...

The night was like ink, weighing heavily on this old community.

The dense advertisements on the walls and the scraps of paper floating in the dimly lit alleys silently told the vicissitudes and dilapidation of this place.

The cold wind was biting, but for Liu Zhen, nothing was colder than his heart.

The daughter he cherished most, whose life was as gorgeous as a flower, had withered and disappeared.

It was all that scum Carl who killed his daughter.

However, I don't know whether the man had black as a protective color or because he had a backer behind him, he did not get the punishment he deserved.

After reporting to the police, the cold words "less than evidence" were still ringing in my ears.

"Xiaoyu, Dad is sorry for you..."

Liu Zhen sat alone in the living room, looking at his daughter's portrait on the wall, tears streaming down his face.

"Don't worry, Dad will help you get revenge soon, Dad will definitely let that scum go to hell... He won't die well..."

Liu Zhen had already made up his mind - if others can't give me justice, then I will use my own hands to seek justice.

He decided to kill the beast Karl himself, for his daughter'sAvenge his daughter!

As a former outstanding scout, Liu Zhen definitely has this ability.

Although Liu Zhen knows that in this high-tech era, after revenge, he may be imprisoned or even shot.

But at this moment, he has nothing to lose and nothing to fear.

There is no one worth caring about in his life.

As long as he can avenge his daughter, what difference does it make to him whether he is alive or dead?

Dong Dong Dong --

The sound of someone knocking on the door is particularly clear in the silent corridor.

"Who?" Liu Zhen asked, his voice hoarse as if soaked in blood and tears.

Dong Dong Dong --

The person outside the door did not answer, but continued to knock on the door.

Liu Zhen took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had not yet dried in the corners of his eyes, and slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

When he opened the door, a dark shadow came into his sight like a ghost. He was slightly stunned: "You are...

The person outside the door seemed to come from the dark abyss, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.

The long coat, hood and mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his emotions.

"I am someone who can help you." Shen Feng lowered his voice, then lowered his head and walked into Liu Zhen's home.

The layout of the room was simple, but neat, and it can be seen that Liu Zhen is a person with very regular living habits.

"Help me?" Liu Zhen looked at the uninvited guest in astonishment, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance: "What do you mean?"

Shen Feng paced back and forth in the room: "Karl, damn it, you want to kill him, right?"

"You!" Liu Zhen's expression changed slightly: "Who are you?"

"Have you ever heard of the masked killer?"