Mr Killer Next Door

"Mr. Jiang should know something about his sister."

Before the conversation began, Hisaya asked him a question that he answered in the affirmative.

The lawyer didn't have much interest in Chinese dishes, so the gesture of picking up a piece of skin duck was frozen in the air.

"Yes, I know." Jiang Yu took a sip of sour plum juice, "I also know why his sister died."

"Then save the explanation."

Hisaya used his index finger to scrape away the unsightly strands of hair.

He crossed his fingers and moved his neck nervously.

"Shihuan first got involved with me because of his sister. He wanted to sue his father for this. This is a dispute over the right to life of blood relatives."

"Sue Qiu Ang?" Jiang Yu couldn't believe his ears, "What does he want to do?"

"He wanted to get rid of the nightmare, get rid of Alfonso, get rid of the personal constraints. In short, he wanted a lot of things, but in the end he chose his sister. He wanted to get justice for that girl."

Hisaya put down the glass from his lips.

His lips were chapped, and the bitter tea left only a faint wet mark.

"She is notorious for being suspected of murder and committing suicide."

"I know." Jiang Yu nodded, "But the news about this girl was suppressed later. There is no record about her at all."

"That's the hard part," the lawyer agreed, "and the fact that the police couldn't be involved in a murder case."

"Tell me in detail."

"Shihuan told me that he tried to do this. He went to the policeman to explain the situation and begged him for help. The result was nothing more than being treated as a joke. After he was sent home, as soon as he showed signs of resistance or betrayal, Qiu Ang will lock him in the room for a whole day."

"The timing is right. Since he was 12 years old, the Federation has been firmly controlled by the chaebol."

"How do you know this?"

"Professional relationship." Jiang Yu didn't continue the topic of 'professional', "On the surface it looks calm."

He took a bite of the wrapped pancake, and the sweet and greasy sauce aroused his endless appetite.

"It's normal that they don't want to help him. But you are a lawyer and you have your own bottom line. He came to you to prove that there was a money relationship between you. What did you do?"

"I..." Jiuwu put down the teacup hesitantly, "Shihuan gave me a large sum of money as a reward for my commission. He didn't know anything, even the materials that needed to be prepared before the trial, and he didn't know anything. He doesn't even know how many extra procedures are required for children with ID cards."

"It's like an unconscious little rabbit that jumped in front of you. Lawyer Jiuwu, don't hesitate, what did you do to him?"

"I didn't think I could help him win the lawsuit, because I knew who he was fighting against..." Hisaya bit his lips, "I think I can make a profit from it."

Jiang Yu frowned, he almost guessed the other party's next words.

"So you lied to him, a 12-year-old kid?" Dark brown eyes stared at the person in front of him in shock, "Damn, he's only 12 years old, he mustered up the courage to find you because of his sister, trust me!" You, you are just greedy for his money? You didn't even tell him the risk of this lawsuit for the sake of profit?"

"We'll talk about it later, shall we?"

"Okay, okay." Jiang Yu took a breather, "How did you use such a flawed excuse to win the court summons?"

"It's not a real lawsuit." Hisaya explained, "It's just a farce. Even the judge sitting on the stage was recruited by me and his father to deceive him. Listeners who don't know the situation..."

"Why did Qiu Ang allow him to do this?" Jiang Yu stared at him motionlessly, "Why did he let this matter go, he can obviously restrict Shihuan's freedom, and he can obviously prevent him from attending. Why do you want to plan an event?" scam."

"The man told me there was one thing his child needed to understand. In this world, only a father can be trusted."

Jiang Yu hammered the table heavily.

"Did you fucking lie to your child? Or did you team up to cheat? Tell me, Lawyer Jiuwu, how can you be so determined to deceive a poor and desperate child?"

Jiuwu's complexion became very bad, and he couldn't answer Jiang Yu's question.

He could only hang his head under the furious gaze of the other party.

"I was having a hard time," he tried to explain. "I was exposed by my ex-lover, Jane, by my wife. She asked for a divorce and wanted a large fortune from me. House, car, and my company. shares. I lost the case in the first trial, there is no suspense, but I chose the second appeal."

"Appeal?" Jiang Yu sneered as if hearing some joke, "What will change in the result?"

"Yes, and it is definitely in my favor. Because the judge found me in private, he thought that losing the lawsuit would bring me an unbearable amount of compensation, and I would be kicked out by my wife and penniless. So he is willing Help me win the second trial, but I need to pay some price."

Jiang Yu had to pinch the bridge of his nose and rely on the rise and fall of his chest to breathe smoothly.

"You know I won't be on your side."

"I know, Mr. Jiang, I can't ask anyone's forgiveness. But for Shihuan's sake, I hope you will continue to listen."

"Damn it." Jiang Yu cursed, pressing his eye sockets in pain.The pain in the eyes can make him feel better at the moment, "Go ahead. Go on."

"The compensation Sehwan gave me was not enough, far from enough," he said, "so I thought, maybe I can tell his father about the child."

"You really did that?"

"Yes, I betrayed him. I thought a promise to a child could be broken at any time. I assured his father that no one but his son could lose the case. As a reward, I got what I wanted."

"You contacted Qiu Ang in private, and then... you during the trial." Jiang Yu swallowed, "What did you do?"

"I did not present evidence and let the court be dismissed for lack of evidence. To add credibility, I even claimed that my defender was mentally ill."

The lawyer couldn't bear Jiang Yu's condemning eyes, and lowered his head in resistance.

"Because Shihuan trusted me and admired me, he sorted out irrelevant materials for me, and would accompany me to work overtime until late at night, and finally, he handed over the key evidence he had collected to me."

"What evidence?"

"Autopsy report. She appears to have been sexually abused prior to her death, as well as physically."

"Where is that thing?"

"...Destroyed, I only have a small part that is useless, sorry."

Jiang Yu took a deep breath.

He really wanted to punch this guy in the face.

"Go on," he ordered. "Go on."

"—In the court, in the religious court with the cross hanging, under the compassionate and benevolent gaze of the Holy Father, he stood alone in a daze. The adults shook hands with each other, talked and laughed, and no one paid attention This lonely child."

"How is Se-hwan?"

"I don't know. He just stared at me blankly. Mr. Jiang, do you know? He has a pair of very beautiful eyes, a hundred times brighter than diamonds, like a vortex that swallows everything, always sucking me in firmly .”

"I'm not talking to you right now about how much you regret."

Hisaya bit his lip and rubbed between his brows impatiently.

"I know, so I don't think you can accept what's coming."

Jiang Yu didn't talk nonsense to him either.

He loosened his collar, took off the tie that was in the way, and almost patted the cutlery on the table to the moment of turning it over——

He stood up, slowly tilted his upper body with full of violence, and glared at each other.

"I let you take care of this kind of thing?"

Hisaya opened his mouth.

"...I never thought that deception could really destroy anything. Even when his father came to him and took him away. Until he left the gate, he was still looking at me, looking at me without moving. , that look of astonishment is unbearable."

Jiang Yu still stared at him with a frown.

The lawyer suddenly laughed at himself a few times.

"Shihuan used to be a very crying child, shed tears at every turn. He was also very clingy. Sometimes, I would find the child annoying, but he was different from other children in that he was pleasing to the eye."

"As long as he's around, I don't seem to be troubled by divorce lawsuits anymore. But Shihuan won't look at me that way anymore."

"What happened after he was taken away?"

Facing Jiang Yu's uninterrupted and straightforward questions, Jiuwu hesitated for a moment, and was a little bit at a loss for words.

"In the name of autism recovery, Qiu Ang secretly sent him to a specialized behavior correction institution." He didn't even dare to look up at the questioner. "There...they gave him a week-long electric shock treatment."

In the corridor that he can't name, there is a door that he can't name.

In the upper right corner, there is a metal plate that has just been replaced, and the writing is blurred.

push it away.

Push away this lightless narrow world.

There are no windows and the wallpaper is beige or a lighter tone.

In the center is a fixed bed, which looks extremely uncomfortable, with too many restraint belts used to fix the limbs, from the neck to the feet, without exception.

The large instrument he couldn't name was dragged to the bedside, and the rollers bumped on the smooth brick surface.

The digital screen was beating with a dim red light, and almost withered potted plants were quietly placed in the corner.

Other than that, there was no sound.

"No."

He said.

No one heard.

The tall figures came to him, some squatted down to cross his arms, others grabbed his ankles.

To an adult, the child's resistance is insignificant, and his struggle only prolongs the painful process.

The boy was lifted by them, held aloft as if celebrating some kind of victory.

Then, like a little pigeon that has lost its wings, he pressed himself on the bed with a pair of muscular arms.

Joyful torture like the Iron Maiden, like martyrdom when the holy fire burns out.

He was forced to lie there like a sacrifice to Dracula - the restraint fastened at the side of the throat like a scimitar that cut the trachea and poured the blood of a lamb, waiting for the pulse of the arteries, waiting The devil himself descends.

Then came his shoulders, his chest, his arms, and then his lower body.

They were offering a good lamb to the Night-Guard, and he couldn't move.

When the boy's toes could only move very slightly, someone stuffed something into his mouth again.

I can't see clearly, I can't feel it, the tooth hurts too much, the skin at the corner of the mouth is slightly torn, and the saliva flows down uncontrollably.

Someone laughed in his ear and said it was to prevent him from biting off his tongue during the orthodontic process, because someone tried to kill himself in the beginning.

He turned his head.

Push the tongue out of the blockage in the mouth.

"Dad, help me."

"I don't want to do this."

"Please, don't do this to me."

"I will definitely be obedient..."

A vague touch caressed her cheeks like velvet.

It could be a finger, or it could be a palm.

"Don't lie. You are so disobedient, Shihuan, you have caused too much trouble for Dad. I think, only by teaching you a little lesson can you become an obedient and ideal child."

"I don't! I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't—"

The boy screamed desperately.

He watched as someone approached with electrodes, and two small, cold discs were stuck to both sides of his temples.

He couldn't scream, he couldn't move.

He struggled desperately and shook his head, but the restraint belt was deeply cut into his neck.

"Dad, I'm afraid of pain."

"I will be obedient, I will really be obedient, don't, don't..."

The mouth was fixed again, and the mournful cry faded away.

No one can see the electric current flowing in the body, and no one knows what it feels like.

The correction process would go on until his father decided that the lessons had been enough, until he was completely unconscious—maybe that would be better, maybe it would save him from having to live up to his father's expectations.

His chest rose suddenly like a fish leaping, and his muscles stiffened, followed by violent convulsions.

"continue."

The teeth trembled against the solid metal, biting blood.

His eyes widened, his eyes were pitch black, and his ears were buzzing, as if the last drop of blood had been sucked dry by Dracula.

The nails for suppressing vampires started from the tortured brain, one after another, slowly and grievously hammered into the cracks in the bones.

The whole body is being torn apart.

"continue."

Can't make a sound.

Consciousness blurred like drunkenness.

The distance from reality becomes farther and farther, less and less real.

Countless noises are elongated into various shapes, like butterflies and distorted souls.

In the eyes, in the ears, dancing in the consciousness.

"continue."

A large hand was stretched out in front of him.

The eyeballs rolled blankly, following the trajectory of the fingers from left to right.

"continue."

Index finger and thumb unscrew the butterfly's head.

Gently tore off the butterfly's wings.

It's the tentacles' turn.

Finally, pull out the butterfly's arthropods in order.

"continue."

The butterfly that was glued together by the fingers suddenly flew out of the palm.

He couldn't grab it, and he couldn't reach out to grab it.

Because it skimmed the flowers and landed on a tall tree branch.

Someone removed the bondage from the mouth.

His teeth were still spasming mechanically, and there was an illusory moist feeling between his legs.

"Tell me, my good boy, next time you can't trouble Dad about that woman again. Do you understand?"

He wanted to nod.

He wanted to be soft and wanted to tell his father that he would be an obedient child.

But the tongue and throat betray the will of the brain.

"I won't, I won't do this again, I won't talk about my sister anymore. Please, Dad... Let Uncle go too. He has nothing to do with everything, and he won't pose any threat to you—"

"What a stubborn child." Another extremely gentle touch, "I have to remind you, child. You don't have a sister, and you shouldn't plead for meaningless people. Go on, it seems that my son still needs some serious to encourage."

How long has it been?

On this bed, which is changed every day, except to meet the necessary physiological needs, he can hardly leave the room for half a step.

It was Dad's order, and it was the doctor's job—they said most of the kids who came into the correction room were behavioral and rebellious.

They boast that it can turn any child into a docile baby canary.

No matter what the means are, as long as the result is ideal, the two parties in the transaction will not care about the process.

Some kind of goo was flowing on the floor, and the light seeping through the cracks could not break through the deep darkness.

Until the door lock turned, until the door was pushed open by an external force, someone walked in, and the disordered steps brought discomfort and sting to the eyes.

The boy heard someone gasp, and out of the corner of his eye he saw someone approaching quickly.

He knelt quietly in the middle of two or three corpses, holding something in his hand.

These people were attacked suddenly in a very short period of time. Perhaps they did not expect the attacker to be a child, so there was no obvious sign of resistance.

The murder weapon was a flower pot.

The boy raised his head dully, staring blankly at the stain on the wall.

He muttered to himself, his blood-soaked shirt and his quiet and peaceful appearance were like a docile bird.

He looked at the stain on the wall.

Butterfly's carcass was nailed to the empty wall again.

Index finger and thumb unscrew the butterfly's head.

Gently tore off the butterfly's wings.

It's the tentacles' turn.

Finally, pull out the butterfly's arthropods in order.

The door was pushed open again, and the bright light hurt the boy's eyes.

He slowly got up with the broken flower pot, and before he could take a step, he was tripped by a lifeless body at his feet and fell to the ground.

The weak legs struggled a few times, but finally failed to get up.

The subtle light fell into the depths of the eyes, like a small opening in the ice of an extremely cold place.

He silently stared at a certain place of dead darkness, his eyes didn't blink, and his lips moved unconsciously.

"Uncle...it hurts."