Punishment Whisk

The speed of the car that reached the edge of the speed limit squeezed out the surrounding wind and neighed, as if wanting to break free from the shackles of time and go back to the past to find out.

Once back in the game, the two of them crowded together at Gu Mingyu's desk and asked him to identify the little boy in the photo.

Gu Mingyu observed carefully, and Fan Wen's appearance when he was young began to slowly emerge in his mind.

But after many years, he still hesitated, and it was not until he saw the last photo that Gu Mingyu nodded firmly.It was Fan Wen in his memory who had that terrifying look in his eyes.

In the interrogation room, Ye Qi wrapped the light bulb with a piece of yellowed paper. When the light passed through the opaque paper, the light in the entire interrogation room began to dim.

Fang Zhongci just watched like this, without asking what tricks he was up to.Just when Ye Qi was getting ready, Fang Zhongci stood up suddenly: "Is there a problem with interrogating alone? I want to pry Chen Hongyi's mouth again when I have new evidence."

Ye Qi was obviously a little surprised, he shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no problem, but Fang Zhongci actually left the interrogation room just like that.

Before the interrogation began, he looked into the one-way glass behind him, but only saw his own reflection.

When Gu Mingyu and another deputy interrogator came in, Ye Qi casually asked about Fang Zhongci's whereabouts, and the two answered the same as Fang Zhongci said: he was interrogating Chen Hongyi next door.

When Fan Rongsheng was brought here again, his mental state was already somewhat depressed, and he even looked particularly haggard under the background of the dim light.

There is a glass in front of Ye Qi, which is half full of water.

Ye Qi's voice was very shallow, as if melting into the dark air: "Fan Rongsheng, you said earlier that the deceased in room 502 jumped down by himself, didn't you?"

Because he repeated the answer many times, Fan Rongsheng nodded again helplessly.

Ye Qi tapped the pen on the edge of the cup regularly, and when the pen touched the edge of the cup, there was a crisp sound.He repeated the question just now without any hurry and word for word.

Until he asked the third time, Fan Rongsheng's irritability suddenly rose.Ye Qi tapped the pen heavily on the glass: "Then did you see it?"

The suddenly rising tone pierced through Fan Rongsheng's ears, making him panic.

"Did you see it?" Ye Qi continued to tap, "Her limbs struggled before she died."

The sound of knocking on the glass was heard again in the interrogation room: "His neck was tightly strangled, and he struggled to shake off the weight on his body. He looked around helplessly, and those eyes turned to you for help." light."

Gu Mingyu was startled. The situation Ye Qi described was not the state of death of a person who fell from a building at all, but more like the state of a child who was doused with pesticides in the photo before death.

Ye Qi's long voice continued: "That day, it was also in such dim light. He asked you for help in his last hope, but you didn't move. You just watched him being doused with pesticide, and let the light yellow liquid flow from He spilled out of his mouth and seeped into the ground. The ground was very wet at that time, and you even had a trance feeling that the potion would climb all the way to your feet along the soil."

"No, no..." Fan Rongsheng pressed his hands on his temples, and the memory began to flicker wildly.

"It was you who killed him," Ye Qi raised his eyes, which were getting darker, and an overwhelming sense of oppression enveloped him, "It was you, Fan Rongsheng, it was you who killed that child."

"No!" Fan Rongsheng jumped up from the seat suddenly, his hands bent over the table and screamed, "I didn't kill him! It wasn't me! It was Fan Wen! That child was killed by Fan Wen!"

Ye Qi threw the pen into the glass, the sound of the pen hitting the wall of the glass echoed, and the splashed water splashed on the wall of the glass, unable to slide down.

Fan Rongsheng sat down on the chair with a bang, his eyes were hopeless and empty.

Through the one-way glass, Fang Zhongci clenched his fingers tightly.

In the interrogation room just now, watching Ye Qi wrap the lamp with paper, Fang Zhongci suddenly had the idea to see what Ye Qi looked like when he was not around.

For this reason, he purposely found an excuse and walked out of the interrogation room, and made a confession with Gu Mingyu.

So from the beginning of the interrogation, he has been standing next door, never taking his eyes off Ye Qi for a moment.

At this moment, Fang Zhongci couldn't help but wonder, did Ye Qi always hide his edge from him on purpose?

In the interrogation room, Fan Rongsheng, who had already given the key information, was slumped on the chair as if his bones had been smashed.

Ye Qi pushed over the evidence photos dug out from room 502, and seeing Fan Rongsheng holding those photos with tears in his eyes, he said, "I could have thrown these photos in front of you and forced you to ask who you are. What's going on, but I didn't. It means the police are giving you a chance. Isn't it better to be coerced by those people with a reprieve or life imprisonment?"

"You...how do you know?" Fan Rongsheng felt terrified of being seen through from beginning to end at a glance.

Ye Qi shook his head: "I hope I don't know, and all the 'knows' come from you. Only in this way can you have a chance to live, isn't it?"

Under Ye Qi's persuasion, Fan Rongsheng suddenly understood.Ye Qi was right, now that he has confessed the model essay, he has completely offended those people.Then the only way left for him is to cooperate with the police, otherwise, he can only be dragged to hell by those people and die a terrible death.

"I..." Fan Rongsheng hesitated to speak.Over the past 12 years, he couldn't seem to find a beginning to clarify everything for a while.

Ye Qi's tone was as calm as still water: "It started from the first time you saw Fan Wen kill someone."

"it is good."

Twelve years ago, Fan Rongsheng was still a reporter, dreaming of digging up some scary news every day, and then getting rich overnight.

It was getting late, and he was still taking his camera around to collect materials.The sky is covered with fine raindrops, which seep into the soft soil.

The collapse of an adult is often instantaneous. A week of no fruit and no warning rain made Fan Rongsheng lean against the tree decadently.He closed his eyes, crying silently.

Xu Shi closed his eyes, and Fan Rongsheng's hearing began to sharpen.Vaguely, he heard the whimpering of a child, he opened his eyes suddenly, and followed the sound to find it.

Through the bushes, Fan Rongsheng saw two little boys.

The short little boy handed a bottle of what to another child: "If you drink this, I will forgive you."

The little boy kept pushing and refusing, and even cried.

Finding nothing, Fan Rongsheng prepared to leave dejectedly.But at this moment, the short boy suddenly pushed the other child to the ground, pinched the other boy's neck with one hand, and forced him to drink what was in his hand.

"You have to drink if you don't drink!"

That immature roar drew Fan Rongsheng's attention back again. Seeing this scene, a thought quickly flashed through his mind: the subject of bullying at a young age may be popular!

He squatted silently in the bushes, witnessing everything.

The little boy lying on the ground resisted with all his might, looking around in despair.

At that moment, he found Fan Rongsheng who was hiding aside.

But Fan Rongsheng turned a blind eye and pressed the shutter of continuous shooting.

The low-frequency sound of taking photos alarmed the child riding on the person, and Fan Rongsheng ran away quickly when he realized that he was exposed.

After running for more than ten minutes, Fan Rongsheng finally got into a car on the side of the road, ready to go home and write articles.

But when he got home and looked through those photos happily, he found something unusual in the enlarged photos.What the little boy was holding in his hand just now was actually a small bottle of dichlorvos!

At that time, Fan Rongsheng's brain seemed to be down. Recalling the look in the little boy's eyes asking for help, he threw the camera on the ground in shock.

After struggling for a long time, he still chose to call the police. The police asked him to bring the evidence to the nearby branch immediately.

But just as he pushed the door out with the camera, two people were standing at the door of his house, it looked like a young man with a child.

Fan Rongsheng took a closer look, that child was the one who just fed poison to other children!

The child gave a treacherous smile, slammed into the room, dumped the residual liquid in the pesticide bottle, and imprinted his fingerprints in the room wantonly.

In the chaos, the voice of the young man behind the black mask was cold: "You saw him kill someone, right? You want to give the evidence to the police now?"

The young man kept his composure and continued to watch Fan Rongsheng frantically blocking the nimble little boy: "Your footprints were at the scene of the murder, the residue of poison in your house and the child's fingerprints. Do you think the police will believe that this child killed him intentionally?" Kill your companion, or are you inducing him to kill?"

Fan Rongsheng froze in place.

The child ran straight back to the young man. The young man smiled and stroked the boy's hair slowly: "Awen, do you want a father?"

Fan Rongsheng's breathing was short of breath, as if he was caught in a painful memory: "They threatened me that if I go to the police, they will slander me for instigating the murder. At that time, the child will only be placed in custody, and I, as the principal offender, will face a hard time death penalty."

Ye Qi suppressed his voice: "Who is the young man? How is his voice?"

Fan Rongsheng shook his head wildly: "I don't know who he is, his voice is nothing special, it can only be heard that he is very young."

Just as he was talking, Fan Rongsheng raised his head suddenly: "I knelt down and begged him to let me go, and accidentally took off half of his glove. There was a scar on the back of his left hand."

Ye Qi silently wrote down this clue and asked Fan Rongsheng to continue.

"Later, I was forced to adopt that boy. He took my surname Fan and changed his name to Fan Wen. They gave me money to buy the land where the boy murdered. I resigned from my job as a reporter and built a The chemical plant. I will always remember what Fan Wen said the night the plant was built, standing in the open space in front of the plant.”

Standing under the bright moonlight, the young Fan Wen raised his arms with excitement in his eyes: "This will be my safest morgue."

Later, Fan Wen fulfilled the "promise" of the morgue, and in 12 years, ten lives were lost by him.