Not in reincarnation

The Divine Comedy, The Seven Deadly Sins of Purgatory.Anger, jealousy, gluttony, sloth, lust, pride, greed.

Human beings cannot get rid of any of them, but if they are all contaminated, human beings will fall into purgatory and be burned by fire.

No one can escape the bondage of sin.

Everyone will be judged.

It was extremely hot, as if the continuous rain a while ago was an illusion, and the scorching earth seemed to be scorched.

The stuffy room was full of clothes and socks strewn about, and the broken dishes and dishes were left unattended on the floor. The mess looked like a storm had passed.A man hugged his legs and curled up in the corner of the wall trembling. The mixture of sweat and tears made his hair stick to his forehead and neck in strands. His pupils were constricted in horror, and his thirsty throat kept repeating hoarse words.

"People...love...hate...kill! Ah...why?...Accept me!...I don't want...don't die!...Accept...hahaha!!!"

He yelled hysterically, then let go of his legs, leaned forward and knelt on the ground, barely supporting his body with his feeble hands, and hit the floor with his forehead desperately.There were whimpers and thuds, and he begged bitterly for mercy.

"Let me go. I don't want to die... let me go..."

The impact became weaker, but the cries became louder, heartbroken.

The bright red blood from the broken skin bloomed red plum blossoms on the terracotta floor.

Beside the man, a book of "The Selected Novels of Edgar Allan Poe" with curled pages, the black cat on the cover is watching everything indifferently with amber eyes.

There is no one in front of him, who is he begging for mercy?

The high-heeled shoes knocked on the ground, and a person opened the door of this room unhurriedly, and walked towards the chaotic room in silence.Even though the crying was so loud and the beating of his heart almost covered everything else, he was still vigilant like an electric shock.As soon as he raised his head, he saw the toe of the shoe polished to a bright stirrup, and the silent scream disappeared in the extreme panic.

The suspect is He Xinfang, and this one has been locked, because according to the data, He Xinfang's body characteristics match the vague testimony of the witnesses, and Zhang Houde has been obese since he was a child.

The police still collected evidence from the three people and asked them about their activities on the day of the incident, which just ruled out the suspicion of Hu Heshan and Zhang Houde.It was the second day after the police summoned He Xinfang for questioning, but no one answered his landline or mobile phone.

The search warrant and arrest warrant were issued immediately, and Mi Liu and a criminal police team went to He Xinfang's house to see if anyone was there. If anyone was arrested, they searched.

They rang the doorbell, but when there was no response, they picked the lock and went in to find He Xinfang lying on the bed, soaked all over.The person didn't die, but it looked bad, so the hospital was called again.The criminal police began to search for evidence in the poorly ventilated room.

Mi Liu quickly found the lost novel, and found blackened blood on the side of the book.After inspection, the blood stains on the book belonged to Jian Qi, and this book became an important evidence.

However, He Xinfang was diagnosed by the hospital as having a malignant tumor spreading all over his body.

Zhou Wenkang found it very strange. Since it has spread, it means that he was not in the middle stage but also in the late stage. How could he drag his body troubled by the disease to carry out cruel murders, rapes, and dismemberments?

There was nothing to doubt. He Xinfang, who lived in the ward, was so thin that he was almost a skeleton, sitting tremblingly, with a pale face, but answered the criminal investigators' questions calmly.He said, "I killed people, all of them."

Stimulated by his straightforwardness, the criminal investigator finished his notes and asked, "Why did you kill them?"

He Xinfang's eyes were empty, and he said, "I want to kill him." When the criminal investigator heard his words, his tone seemed inexplicable.

"Did they have a grudge against you?"

"No."

"How do you know them?"

"do not know."

The criminal investigator wrote down the notes with a cold face. In his opinion, this person should be a psychopath, at least killing people without any reason. It is absolutely not normal.

He Xinfang hung his head, his neck protruded from the cervical vertebrae, and he looked even thinner.

The criminal investigator couldn't help asking: "Actually, you look good, why did you do such an outrageous thing? Don't girls like your type? If you want money, you can work and save slowly, right?"

He Xinfang listened to him quietly, looked up at him, moved his lips, but no sound came out.

Mi Liu, who was recording at the side, thought for a while, pushed the criminal investigation, and said, "Go ahead and ask."

"Yes." The criminal investigator hung the tip of his pen on the notebook and asked, "Please explain the process of the murder..."

During Mi Liu's recording, she didn't need to listen to He Xinfang's confession, so her mind was full of what He Xinfang hadn't said just now.

- "Someone is going to kill me."

In fact, there is no need to kill him. His cancer is already at an advanced stage, and he may die of illness before the legal trial is over.

Medical examination showed that he had no mental illness, only mild depression.Most people with depression are suicidal, not killing others.After being admitted to the hospital, he suffered from severe mental weakness, and finally died suddenly on the hospital bed under the pain and mental pressure.The next day was the day when he appeared in court.

There are many suspicious points in the case, but it is obviously full of excitement, but it makes people feel anticlimactic.The murderer died of illness without being severely punished, and the victim's grievances were not cleared. Only the people were relieved. After all, the serial murderer was dead, and they could live a peaceful life for a few days.

Zheng Jiang hadn't gone out for a long time. Although He Xinfang's incident was very strange, he himself admitted it, and it was completely consistent with the process in his memory. What doubts there are?Under Zheng Jiang's strong request, it took some days before they let him go out to have a look.Today, Mi Liu was on vacation, so she took the opportunity to sleep until she woke up naturally, and then dragged Zheng Jiang out to buy something with her.

The eldest lady has a very good quality, that is, her unique taste, so that when she goes shopping, she often only looks at it but does not buy it, so Zheng Jiang is also avoided the crisis of becoming a rickshaw.

"Let's go eat dessert next!" Mi Liu looked at the trees on the side of the road silently sunburning, smiling all over her face, "Tang Shui Tang Shui! Otherwise, it's easy to get heatstroke!"

"Okay..." Zheng Jiang responded helplessly. He was indeed walking and felt a little bit of heat. If he didn't drink something to relieve the heat, he would definitely catch a cold.

When Mi Liu said this, she deliberately stopped at the entrance of the dessert shop, so she went in as soon as she opened the door.

Oncoming cool wind.Zheng Jiang thought that what she was greedy for was not the desserts, but the air conditioner.As soon as the wind blows, I feel that the outside is hotter, and the back facing the outside seems to be sweating desperately.Zheng Jiang followed her into the dessert shop, and the young waiter at the counter sweetly shouted "Welcome", and then the waiter took them to the empty seats.

They sat down, Mi Liu took the menu and began to look at it.Zheng Jiang glanced around, there were not many people, but it seemed very lively.He said, "Just give me red bean paste."

Mi Liu looked up from the menu, squinted her eyes and smiled: "Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will be sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick~ Tell me, who is the lovesick?"

The little girl waiter who was waiting to order next to her covered her mouth and smiled, looking at Zheng Jiang twice more.

Zheng Jiang was embarrassed for a while, and said: "Nonsense, you can tell anything."

"He and I are just friends." Mi Liu said to the waiter, "So I don't want the couple set meal. I want coconut milk sago dew."

The waiter smiled again, wrote down the order, said "wait a moment." and ran to the kitchen.

Zheng Jiang gave Mi Liu a blank look, and Mi Liu said aggrievedly, "I just don't want to be a 'girlfriend'. Look at how well we match."

"Where is it a good match, the gender is not a good match." Zheng Jiang said in a low voice.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right, that's right!"

While we were making fun of each other, another customer came in. When he heard the shout of "Welcome" from the counter, Zheng Jiang subconsciously looked towards the door, and then his whole body became cold.

"What's wrong with you?" Mi Liu quickly realized that something was wrong with him.

Zheng Jiang turned around and lowered his head, trying to minimize his sense of existence.Mi Liu frowned, watching the guest approach without saying a word.

The hand lightly patted on his shoulder, but the fingers seemed to pierce his skin and flesh and grasp his bones.The man said, "Zheng Jiang, don't hide."

Zheng Jiang raised his head slightly, and seeing Mi Liu's pale face, he believed that his face was not much better either.

The other hand reached out to Zheng Jiang's chin, and he raised his head with a hook of his fingers, and the nerves in his face twitched.The light passing through the image formed by his pupil membrane folds the optic nerve and stimulates his brain.

That man is really handsome, the white V-neck T-shirt is covered with bursting black liquid with English letters written on it, and the tight graffiti jeans make his legs more slender.There is nothing weird about his casual and uninhibited attire. His graceful silhouette and elegant movements exude an aristocratic atmosphere.

Too bad he only felt the chill.

Gao Zhenglin leaned down and kissed his forehead lightly.