Donglin [Quick Travel]

The next day the orphanage was awakened by a scream of utter horror.

The police arrived soon, and after cordoning off the scene, they found Dong Lin who was covered in blood and holding a murder weapon in the corner. At that time, his expression was still dazed.

The teachers of the orphanage, including many surrounding residents, came to watch this invisible corpse, with expressions of grief and indignation.

Surrounded by the police, Dong Lin came to the place where the body was found. His ears were buzzing with the noise of other people's discussions, and his mind was in chaos.

Even he himself didn't know what happened, why he fell asleep outside, but vaguely remembered that there should be someone who should have been with him and talking to him last night, where is that person?

Turning his head, he didn't find that person's figure. Dong Lin pursed his lips, with subtle disappointment on his face.

Everyone was discussing with righteous indignation, and a slightly familiar voice came to their ears. Donglin glanced at him, it was the teacher from last night.

It's a pity that his ears were too noisy and he couldn't hear anything clearly. He just watched him accuse something fiercely, with a sense of justice.

As if he understood something, Dong Lin, who should have felt fear and fear, suddenly sneered in his heart, his lowered head made it impossible to see the expression in his eyes, with a depth that did not belong to his current age.

Slightly turned his head to look at the evidence bag in the police officer's hand, which contained the dagger he was holding in his hand. If he had a knife in his hand now, he thought he would cut off the man's neck without hesitation. Throat.

There are always some belated "justice" in this world. They love peace and always dare to use the most violent words to expose crimes. It's just that these "justice" always appear when things are irreversible.

However, he reacted in an instant and turned his eyes away from the evidence bag in the police officer's hand. How could he think so?

Even he himself was afraid of this thought, as if he had become a stranger, with thoughts and emotions that did not belong to him, watching with his own eyes the devil growing in his heart devouring the cowardly and kind soul one by one and replacing it.

The forensic doctor took the body back for examination, and as the most suspected person, the police also brought Dong Lin to the police station.

At the last moment of getting into the car, Dong Lin kept his face cold, like a puppet being pulled on a string, losing all his emotions.

"Drive, go back to the police station."

The middle-aged police officer said a little tiredly that he didn't expect the nature of this case to be so serious, the corpse was tortured in a mess, and the forensic doctors had to be troubled to piece it together.

The criminal suspect was caught, but he was under ten years old, so he would not be punished in principle, and he had to be tested to see if he had a mental disorder. After all, would an ordinary child dare to do this?

Oh, another trouble!

Passing the bag containing the evidence to the passenger sitting in the passenger seat, he heard the sound of someone knocking on the window glass.

Turning his head to look, there is a man in black casual clothes standing outside the window, with a lazy posture, handsome appearance, and high brows in his eyes.

He frowned, apparently recognizing who it was.

This is a well-known underworld tycoon. I have dealt with him a lot, and I know that his business covers a wide range, even some illegal ones. Good relationship.

"What's up?"

Looking at the lowered window, the handsome man stretched out his hand and said bluntly, "Where are you, give it to me."

"This is a suspect." The police officer looked a little unhappy, but he still spoke to him with patience.

Looking at the dull-looking Dong Lin sitting behind him, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

The gangster who committed all kinds of crimes, the orphans who died in the orphanage inexplicably, and the corpse whose anger was obviously vented, is this matter related to the man in front of him?

"Tch, he's not a suspect." Just when he was about to ask Chi Yuan if he was really related to the case, Chi Yuan said again, "He is the murderer, and I gave you the knife."

"What do you mean?" The police officer gritted his teeth a little bit. Instigating the murder of a minor is a felony, but seeing his reckless appearance, it is clear that there is nothing he can do about it.

Chi Yuan beckoned, his expression a little impatient.

"Damn, you better not fall into my hands."

Throwing Dong Lin with a dazed face out of the car, the police officer said every word, Chi Yuan's defiant attitude is simply annoying.

"You better find out about the child who died inexplicably in the orphanage before you talk to me." Chi Yuan responded with a merciless back of his head.

"Too arrogant!"

The police officer closed the car door with a bang, and took a few deep breaths, "The case is beyond trial, go back to the police station."

Dong Lin was silently led by him all the way into the orphanage, without any resistance, just like an overly real doll.

Chi Yuan could feel the softness of the palm, small and cold, so fragile that he was a little dazed for a while.

Such a person, it should be no fun to kill, he will not resist at all, in a trance, he laughed lowly.

I seem to understand the reason why Vesilier chose a mortal, and seeing the person I choose is a little bit stronger, this feeling should be better than simply killing or saving people, just like raising a child.

"why are you laughing?"

His palms were slightly wet with sweat, Dong Lin stopped and stopped moving forward.Compared with the man's indifference before, he felt that he was more afraid of his current appearance, as if it was an incomprehensible book, every page aroused the desire to explore, after stepping in, every step was a thorn.

He was afraid of this man, whether it was the bewitching look when he handed him the dagger last night, or the gentle look pretending to be peaceful now.

"I was thinking, what kind of game is the most interesting, how can a person completely give up hope and fall into the abyss."

This sentence seemed to mean something, Dong Lin opened his eyes wide and looked at him, then suddenly lowered his head, and said in a difficult voice, "So, it's just a game."

Hearing the emotion in his tone, Chi Yuan was not as happy as expected, and looked up at the brilliant sunrise, "Yes, it's a game, a game in which the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear."

Dong Lin shook off his hand, took a few steps back and pointed, "It's not a game. How can life be just a game? If it's a game, then what am I and what are you?"

He didn't believe a man's words, anything he said was unbelievable.How can life be just a game? People are not just in a program after another, being led by the thread of fate through life.

Seeing Dong Lin who was obviously agitated, Chi Yuan just put his hand and looked down at him, his eyes were inexplicable, "My fate is not up to me, I believe it now, I will come to see you in a few days."

Dong Lin looked at his back, and felt that he was too excited before, so he lowered his head to calm down, and squeezed in from the noisy crowd while no one was paying attention.

No matter what happened, you still have to face it.

"You...you go away, you murderer, don't come here!"

A lame little boy was holding mud in his hand, and said tremblingly, his face was terrified, and several children with various physical defects around him were holding things in their hands, vigilantly guarding against the people opposite.

And the person in front of them was just a child who was only a few years old. Hearing what they said, he really stood still and did not dare to take a step forward.

"Murderer, get out of the orphanage, you're going to kill us all, just like Alan."

"Get out, get out..." As he said, he threw the mud in his hands on the face of the person opposite.

"I, I didn't, I didn't kill Alan, and I didn't kill those dead children," he took a step forward to explain something.

"You, don't come close to me. The teacher said that you can kill people. If you come close to me, I will go to the police uncle and let them arrest you!"

Seeing that the child on the opposite side was afraid to speak, the lame child snorted viciously and swung the mud violently, then heard a cry of pain and contemptuously called "murderer," fearing that he would really react and take revenge, he ran away in a hurry Far.

Several children followed Hulala and dispersed.

The child standing under the low wall looked really miserable. His clean white shirt had already been covered with mud, and the yellow mud flowed down his cheeks.

The volunteers who came here took a second look. Before coming here, he never thought that someone would leave such a healthy and beautiful boy here.I felt a little pitiful, but I didn't mean to go over and have a look.

Teacher Huang was full of sadness. Although the murderer would not be punished by law if he was under ten years old, this stain would definitely accompany him.

The child dragged his small figure away in the sun, and Teacher Huang sighed. He still remembered that when the police questioned the child, he was dumbfounded, but he didn't seem to be stimulated, and he stared at the police for a long time, as if he was Make sure they are trustworthy.

Thinking of this, he also felt strange, how a child under the age of ten had such courage to dare to kill, and the corpse was bloody and bloody, and the identified murder weapon was not something from the orphanage...

"I don't know what will happen to this child in the future. If possible, I hope he can be adopted."

Dong Lin found a place to sit at the base of the wall, hugging his knees, the slimy mud flowing down his face was sticky, and he didn't care about it.

Put your head on your knees and watch the shadow of the ivy shift in the sun. Occasionally, the shadow on the ground will flutter when the wind blows.

It seems that he really likes to sit against the wall. There is no one here, only himself, and this is a place that belongs to him alone.

I don't know what was going on in my mind, I didn't have any fear after killing someone.It was like a dream, two men appeared in the dream, one gave him a knife, and the other comforted him and gradually fell asleep.

Where are you?There was a rare childlike look on the dirty face.

That person who is always warm, he still doesn't know his name, he hasn't seen his face clearly, only that sentence keeps ringing in his ears...

"Your eyes are too clean..."