snow corpse

Thinking of Lao Liu, he just shook his head, "In my life, I have killed four people."

Han Wei's throat tightened, he was not stupid enough to ask which four, as expected, Lao Liu said, "One is the lumberjack just now, one is the child you stole back then, and one is my own son... ..."

"Your son?!" Han Weiwei turned pale with shock. Didn't Lao Liu's son change his mind with his daughter? !She should have grown up healthy by now, how could...

Lao Liu saw his doubts and said regretfully, "The operation failed, and both he and the child died on the operating table."

It took a while for Han Wei to regain his senses. He chuckled, but his tone was extremely resentful, "Retribution!"

Old Liu stared at him for a few times, then smiled, but the smile was full of bitterness, "Yes, retribution..."

"So, I'm going to end this. The fourth person I killed with my own hands was..."

thumping--

"you!"

Before Han Wei finished speaking, Old Liu quickly put the gun into his mouth, and fired at his Tianling Gai, killing him instantly.Lao Liu still had a gun in his mouth, but the corners of his mouth were raised, slightly, as if relieved.

Han Wei stood there for a long time. Out of resentment towards Old Liu, he looked at the corpse with inexplicable pleasure.Not enough... Not enough... He thought, took a saw and an ax from the ground beyond the forest, and chopped up the shivering corpses of Lao Liu and Wen Nuan, just like what those gangsters did to his father back then!

He is almost crazy!

But when he looked at the familiar blood on the ground, he felt an indescribable joy in every pore, and his blood was about to burn!He was so burned that he lost all reason and his eyes were red.

Do you think it's okay to die?

Who will bear for you the mistakes you made?If you killed yourself with your own hands, can you cover up the pain you caused others?

Han Wei felt that his world had been blown up.

So, what is the right way to do it?

Early the next morning, Han Wei was taken away.Before he left, he didn't say anything. He just put his feet on the car and looked at the end of the sky. Everyone present knew that it was his home.

Lin Tao sighed after listening to Li Dabao's retelling. If Han Qi hadn't encountered that natural and man-made disaster, would everything have been different?

"Is it realistic?"

"What?" Fang Mu turned to look at Lin Tao.

"Obviously, I made a mistake, as long as I correct it, God just doesn't give me this chance. If you want me to say, Han Qi's death is wronged."

Fang Mu said nothing, "There is nothing, and there is no right or wrong. All the choices are made by oneself, and no matter what the consequences are, they must be borne."

"Yeah, I'm talking for nothing." Lin Tao waved his hand, thought for a while and laughed again, "Actually, you're also quite sad, right? Obviously no one has made any heinous mistakes, yet they were tricked into this by fate. "

Fang Mu felt a little touched, but he didn't know where his thoughts drifted, "Yeah...but if it's mine, even if I know I'm going to die, I'll try my best to make up for it, right?"

"Like Han Qi?"

"He is a good man."

"Yes," Lin Tao agreed, "He is a good man, but he just lost his head for a while."

"Anyway—" Lin Tao leaned on the police car and stretched, "Finally, we can go back to the city."

Fang Mu smiled.Li Dabao happened to come over and asked them, "Where's Lao Qin?"

"Follow the first wave to escort Han Wei back first, what's wrong?"

Li Dabao just clicked his tongue at this moment, this person is really, he agreed to tell Fang Mu, but he ran away first! "I discussed it with Lao Qin just now, so I can say that he just agreed to the conditions of the bet and can change it—"

Hearing this, Fang Mu frowned quietly.

"Ah?" Lin Tao was overjoyed, "So Fang Mu doesn't have to leave?"

"That's right! Brother Bao, I'll do the job, one of them will beat two!" Li Dabao boasted, wrinkling his nose.

"Okay Dabao, I really have you." Lin Tao raised his chin, motioning for her to tell Qin Ming's conditions, "Tell me, what did Lao Qin change to?"

"Help him wash his equipment for a month!"

"..." Lin Tao rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "Is this condition prescribed for you?" Who doesn't know that as long as Qin Ming's instruments in the forensic department are always cleaned by Li Dabao himself, Qin Ming Few people in the police station can bear him to such a level of furry, and even wash the equipment, wishing that the superiors would allocate funds to buy knives, so as to save the need to wash every autopsy!

Li Dabao ignored him, and turned directly to Fang Mu, "How about Mu Mu?" The look of asking for credit was clear at a glance.

Fang Mu smiled, "Okay."