I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

In the task force office, the silence of lunch break was broken by occasional sighs.

The police officers had been running around for days and were exhausted.

Everyone took advantage of this moment of leisure to take a nap on the table or lean on the chair to close their eyes and rest.

Zhang Yiyang leaned lazily on the chair, watching the video of donkey hoof repair on his mobile phone.

His focused expression seemed to be the only thing in the world that could attract his attention.

"Do you think the masked man used a silicone mask, a silicone headgear or something like that to disguise himself?" Wang Qian suddenly asked.

"It's unlikely." Lu Meihua, who was resting with her eyes closed, shook her head:

"For those advanced smart door locks, it's probably difficult for silicone masks to be real."

Earlier, silicone masks could indeed deceive smart door locks.

But with the occurrence of such cases, manufacturers have also strengthened their protection measures.

Today's advanced smart door locks have a variety of recognition technologies.

It can relatively accurately analyze the depth, temperature, blood flow and other biological characteristics of the face,

While silicone masks do not have these biological characteristics.

"I really don't understand!" Xiaohu sighed: "Brother Zhang, do you think there is a perfect murder in this world?"

Zhang Yiyang said while looking at the donkey hoof repairer: "Yes, and no, like Schrödinger's cat."

He explained slowly: "Once this case is discovered and becomes a case, it is no longer a perfect murder."

"But if there are no traces left, no one knows that the victim is dead. Theoretically, this case is as if it never happened."

"So, perfect murder cannot be defined at all, just like the cat that is both dead and alive."

Xiaohu nodded and asked: "Is there another possibility?"

"What possibility?" Zhang Yiyang raised his eyelids.

"Everyone can basically determine who the murderer is, but they can't convict him? Can such a murder be called a perfect murder?"

Zhang Yiyang was slightly stunned when he heard this.

At this moment, Xu Kun, who was browsing his phone, suddenly sighed and shook his head, muttering: "Hey, what kind of world is this!"

"A Kun, what's wrong?" someone asked.

"You can see for yourself!"

Xu Kun pointed his phone at everyone.

A news report was displayed on the screen.

The report said that Carl was suspected of sexually assaulting Liu Xingyu, causing her to jump off the building and commit suicide, but due to insufficient evidence, he could not be prosecuted.

Not only that, Carl was also preparing to counter-sue Liu Zhen for malicious defamation.

Killing people and destroying their hearts, nothing more!

"This Carl, it seems that we have investigated it once before?" Zhong Haiyang frowned and tried to recall.

"That's right," Xiaohu said angrily, "It seems that he was also suspected of sexual assault at that time, but we were halfway through the investigation, and the superiors sent someone to take over. There must be something fishy!"

"Damn it! This Carl is a scumbag!" Cai Xiaoming couldn't help cursing.

Zhong Haiyang glanced at him, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but said nothing.

The report also mentioned that Liu Zhen's mental state was somewhat abnormal because of his daughter's tragic experience.

He ran around, eager to seek justice for his daughter, but reality made him hit a wall again and again...

Everyone looked at the news and Carl's smug smile on the news, and could only sigh silently.

No one knew that all this was arranged by Shen Feng.

Public opinion has always been one of the best weapons.

He can guide people, or mislead people, and lead people to a visual misunderstanding.

And this visual misunderstanding is fatal.

The third step of the perfect murder plan, the layout is complete!

...

A few days later, early in the morning.

The sun shines on the bustling streets of the morning market, with people coming and going, and the noise comes and goes.

The hawkers' hawking and the bargaining of customers are intertwined, interweaving a strong smell of fireworks.

Shen Feng wears a mask, his hands in his pockets, and walks swaggeringly on the street.

His hands were painted with glue, but apart from the mask, he hardly disguised himself.

He walked straight to a wonton stall, and the stall owner greeted him warmly when he saw the customer.

"A bowl of wontons." Shen Feng said calmly.

"Okay, I'll be there soon!" The stall owner was busy and soon, a bowl of steaming wontons was brought to Shen Feng.

Shen Feng sat on the table and chairs in the open air and started to eat breakfast.

Not long after, he glanced at his watch, his mouth slightly raised, and he silently said in his heart: There are still 5 minutes before the plan is executed.

The people around him were still busy shuttling, and no one noticed him.

"Boss, check out." Shen Feng quickly finished the remaining wontons.

...

Early morningThe sunlight poured into the house through the window.

Tang Lingling carefully put on her makeup in the room, trying to make herself look better.

She looked carefully in the mirror, trying to hide the fatigue and tension in her eyes.

Today, she was going to visit her good friend's house.

Of course, all this had been arranged long ago.

Just last night, she called her best friend and talked about her grievances for a long time.

Finally, her best friend invited her to visit.

And this was exactly what Tang Lingling wanted.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

When she came to the door, Tang Lingling paused again.

She knew what it meant to walk out of this door.

It meant that this morning, she would become an accomplice again.

An accomplice to a perfect murder.

"Huh!" Tang Lingling let out a long breath, then went out and went downstairs, walking to the subway station.

At this time, two men who were eating buns in an inconspicuous car at the entrance of the community noticed Tang Lingling.

"She's out." said the man in the co-pilot.

The man in the driver's seat quickly stuffed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth: "Well, follow me, be careful not to be discovered!"

Tang Lingling walked in the winter sun, constantly taking deep breaths, silently telling herself in her heart that she must stay calm.

She seemed to feel that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at her from behind.

Tang Lingling knew that it was the police's surveillance.

These people have been secretly watching her since she was released.

She held the shoulder strap of her bag tightly in her hand and quickened her pace towards the subway station.

At the same time, Shen Feng, who was in the morning market, also quietly came to an empty corner.

He put on the hood of his coat, lit a cigarette, and pretended to come to this corner to smoke.

In the curling smoke, his eyes became colder and colder.

Revenge, began.