Forensics

At night, there is no one in the building in front of me. This is an old building for some years.

"After I got rich, I bought the whole building. It's very quiet here. Except for cleaning once a week, no one will come. You don't have to think that someone will suddenly appear to rescue you now." After He Wenlin entered, After locking the heavy steel door, he led Shen Jun to the fifth floor.

He asked Shen Junci to sit on a chair.

Shen Junci looked in front of him, and there was a window in front of him, which was more than one meter above the ground.

The window is not big, only fifty centimeters long and wide.

Opposite the window, you can see a piece of night sky and surrounding buildings.

"I didn't deliberately hide my whereabouts. The police will come after a while. It is very difficult to break through the steel door downstairs, and the remaining doors and windows are also locked."

He Wenlin pointed to the window and said, "I think Gu Yanchen will come. This is the execution platform I prepared for you. You and I are actors, and the policemen who are coming on the opposite side will be the audience. Now that the actors are in place, we will wait The audience is here."

Shen Junci asked: "What do you want the audience to see?"

"Appreciate death." He Wenlin said, and took out a knife. He tried the sharpness of the knife on Shen Junci's neck, and just stuck it to the side of Shen Junci's neck with a light stroke. There was a wound and blood flowed out.

Shen Junci felt a tingling pain coming from the side of his neck.

Enduring the pain, he pursed his lips and looked at He Wenlin. Dark red blood slid down from his neck, accumulated at the collarbone, and then stained his collar red.

He Wenlin looked at the blood on the knife and said, "Isn't Captain Gu a good marksman? Wait a minute, I will use this knife to kill you. He will watch from the opposite side and maybe shoot."

Shen Junci looked forward, the window was actually quite small and a bit high, and when they stood up, they could only expose their heads and chests, and if He Wenlin stood behind him later, it would definitely be difficult to aim at him.

He Wenlin looked at the opposite side, as if there was a black hole in the muzzle of the gun.

"I have estimated three outcomes. The first outcome is that Gu Yanchen killed me and shot me in the head; the second outcome is that he watched me kill you and then he killed me. This is the most likely one. The result; the third result is that his bullet misses and kills you by mistake, this is my favorite result. The first result is that I will be free, and the latter two results will make him become a demon."

Shen Junci asked: "Why are you obsessed with making people become demons?"

He Wenlin tilted his head, stared at him for a while, and then sat on the sofa opposite in the room: "Because I am alive, but in hell, I am very lonely, and I want others to accompany me. Besides , what else do you want to know?"

Shen Junci asked, "Why did you kill someone?"

He Wenlin corrected him: "I haven't killed anyone in the past, at least not directly. Those people were killed by others." But when the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, and adjusted, "To be precise, I just killed people this afternoon. One person, you may be the second."

Shen Junci thought for a moment, then realized: "Did you kill Han Qingyi?"

He Wenlin nodded: "Based on time, the police should have found his body. I didn't kill many people, but I have witnessed many deaths."

Shen Junci looked at him and thought, how much can there be?No matter how many deaths he has seen, it is impossible for him to see more.

He Wenlin was caught in his own emotions, he went to a side cabinet to get a bottle of beer, opened it and took a few sips.

He was sitting on the sofa, looking at Shen Junci, he had basically never talked about these things with others, but today, he might come to the end of his life, so he especially wanted to share it with others.

"Anyway, people haven't come yet, so let me tell you why I did such a thing. But this topic is a bit long, and it's a bit difficult for ordinary people to understand."

In the room, He Wenlin's voice was low: "I have a younger sister, she is five years younger than me, and I quite like my younger sister. When I was 13 years old, she was eight years old. It was autumn, and we were playing near my home. , I was doing my homework outside, and she was flying a kite with her friends."

"Later, when the kite was hung on the tree, my sister ran over and asked me to pick the kite for her. The tree was about four meters high. At that time, I was very angry when I was doing a problem and asked her Find your own way. After a while, I heard someone screaming, and a child fell from the tree."

When he said this, he spread his hands: "Fate is so helpless, she is my sister."

Shen Junci estimated that at a height of four meters, if an eight-year-old girl fell and landed on her head, she would probably die.

Sure enough, He Wenlin said: "It was an accident. My sister passed away. I regret it very much. I often think, if I had helped her at that time, wouldn't the tragedy have happened. Or should I stop her or call an adult Come on. My parents lost their temper with me when they were sad."

Shen Junci listened quietly.

When his sister died, his parents felt he was neglecting and apparently blamed him for her death.

The death of a small child is regrettable.

If the person in front of him was not a maddened dream teacher, Shen Junci might have comforted him, but when he thought about the things he did and harmed so many people, he hoped that he would suffer more pain.

He Wenlin continued: "Although my sister's death has touched me, it's not that big. After all, the dead are already dead, and the living must live on."

"But one night, when I was sleeping, someone rode on me and strangled my neck. When I opened my eyes, I found that it was my father. His eyes were red and he was emotional. He said it was all because I didn't take good care of my sister. , It was not me who died. He also said that I must have said something and done something to cause all this. He said, it would be fine without me, I am a murderer. "

"I found out later that the father I thought was not my real father, he was only my adoptive father, and my sister was his biological daughter. So although many people at the scene could prove that my sister's death and I have no direct relationship, and that man will also suspect me with the greatest malice."

Speaking of this, He Wenlin touched his neck unconsciously, as if recalling the pain.

That night, he was awakened in his sleep. His usual loving father seemed to be a different person. His face was ferocious, and his hands tightly strangled his neck. His father squeezed him with all his strength, making him unable to breathe.

He struggled to reach the bedside table and knocked down the alarm clock, which attracted his mother.

He remembered that his mother rushed over and dragged away his father who wanted to strangle him to death. The woman kept repeating a sentence: "I promise, I will raise him!"

He was near death that night, and he was terrified.

He curled up on the bed, listening to the quarrel of the parents next door, he realized that he was not his own.His parents were other people.

What broke him the most was that he always thought that his parents loved him and that his childhood was happy.At that time, his parents often praised him for his good studies, saying that his younger sister was not as good as him.

But it turned out that he was not his father's son, and his father's kindness and love were all pretended.

It was a blown balloon, a bubble floating in the air, a dream that suddenly woke up.

The fairy-tale illusion is shattered and replaced by a cold reality.

After that, nothing like this happened again, but there was still a huge rift between father and son. It seemed that from the day his sister died, he never felt the love of his parents again.

He lives with someone who wants to strangle him all the time.

From that day on, he and his parents were like passers-by.He just lives in this family, eats, and barely talks to them.

Especially when he went to bed at night, he would think of his adoptive father's hideous expression that night, and his father's words seemed to be curses.

He often wakes up from nightmares.

He was afraid that one day he would die in a dream, unable to see the sun of tomorrow.

He started working early to earn money, desperately trying to escape the warm home that once gave him.

"I dare not sleep. I have suffered from insomnia for a long time. I have been relying on sleeping pills to fall asleep." He Wenlin drank beer.

"Later, I grew up, went to university, and I chose the law department. I wanted to find answers from the law. If the law believes that I am innocent, then I am innocent. I use this belief to support myself."

"After graduating from university, I dated a girlfriend. She is a very good girl, very beautiful, gentle and lovely. When I am close to her, my heart is peaceful. Lying beside her, I can also sleep for a while. Yes. She majored in teacher training. In order to live with me in Penang, she has to go to a nearby county to teach for a year, so that she can obtain a Penang household registration."

"The two of us are in different places, and our relationship has always been very good. My career is also booming, and everything seems to be getting better. On Christmas Eve that year, we were on the way back..."

He Wenlin's voice choked up, and he took another sip of his wine.

Shen Junci thought about it, and he calculated the time: "Did there be a car accident on the highway that night?" He was too sensitive about that date.

He Wenlin nodded: "Yes, a series of car accidents on the highway caused a total of seven deaths and more than a dozen injuries. The driver of our car died. I woke up first. I was not seriously injured. I got out of the car. Struggling to get down. She was stuck in the car, covered in blood. She was still conscious, held out her hand and said she was scared and wanted me to save her, let me be with her."

There was a tremor in his voice.

"But at that time, I chose to go out for help. When I got someone back, the car caught fire and my girlfriend was burned to death in the car. My girlfriend's parents later accused me. They said that if their own If my daughter doesn't fall in love with me, she won't die, and they accused me of not being able to save her, saying that I was a murderer."

Describing all this, He Wenlin seemed to have seen the car accident again, with raging fire in front of his eyes and the screams of people in his ears.

He walked back and forth covered in blood, feeling like he was walking in hell.

He is an ominous person who will bring disaster and death to those around him.

The crying and cursing of the girlfriend's parents merged with the cursing of the father, like a curse in his life.

Speaking of this, he lowered his head: "I want to find out the reason why all this happened, my family cleaned the old house, I read the diary written by my mother, and I found that I am a person who should not exist in this world. "

"Then I discovered that human beings are lonely, the love around you, the people around you will disappear, parents, sisters, friends, colleagues, all the people around you are hypocritical, no one can empathize with your pain. I felt like a wild animal in a cage, all alone."

Shen Junci looked at him.

He gradually understood the formation of He Wenlin's psychology, and the death of his girlfriend gave him a second blow.

He suspected that He Wenlin had lied, or concealed part of the truth.

He may have actually said something that caused his sister to fall, and he may have done something to treat his girlfriend to death.He's not innocent, so he's overwhelmed by his own guilt, plus the accusations those people have made against him.On the surface, he is normal, but subconsciously, he thinks that he is deeply sinful and hopeless.

It turned out that not only Shen Junci was born that night, but also a dream master who belonged to the darkness.

The dreams of the dream master have always represented nightmares.

He fell into hell and wanted other people to accompany him.

This kind of psychology is like being unlucky, hoping that others will be unlucky as well.

He Wenlin lowered his head: "Since that day, my insomnia has worsened and I can hardly fall asleep. I need to take a lot of medicine, and when I lie in bed, my mind keeps thinking about things. Whenever I fall asleep, I dream When my sister fell from a height, my girlfriend called my name and begged me to save her. Then I woke up from the nightmare."

"I will not be punished by the law, but I seem to live in this nightmare every moment. I can't figure out why I have experienced and suffered these things, and why I live in pain every day."

"I'm looking for ways to get me back."

"Since I am living in a painful hell, I hope to bring more people to be with me."

"I used to do legal aid and advocate for the poor and the innocent, but that didn't make me easy, happy."

"I started to get in touch with those criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes. The more serious their crimes, the happier I am. Only when I forgive them, only when I defend them and win the lawsuit, I will feel that there are more despicable things in this world. Even if they can be tolerated, their crimes will be washed away, they will not be sanctioned, and they can sleep peacefully, so what is all that I have done?"

"I don't believe in justice, and I don't care about evil anymore, because everyone is the same. Since Cain killed his brother, we have had original sin."

"But there are not enough heinous people in this world, so I had an idea, can I create some by myself?"

"I was good at discovering the dark side that people hide, seeing through their greed, lust, jealousy, violence, debauchery. So many people are imperfect, all bad. I started trying to guide those people, take them mask, so that they can see clearly what they are."

The expression on his face turned into a sinister smile: "Under my guidance, they gradually revealed their true selves, Zhao Mengan's jealous distortion, Han Qingyi's delusion and greed, and those people's malice towards the elderly."

The smile on his face was hysterical: "Looking at them, I have great pleasure and satisfaction. They are all more disgusting than me. There are so many guilty people, no one can blame me."

He has a nightmare of blood, death, fire, the fall of his sister, the bones of his lover, and the curses of men.

After what he did, his nightmares seemed to take on substance and life.

Dry bones turn into beauties, flames turn into gold coins, and everything is covered with painted skins to hide ugliness and sin.

Many people first stepped in, thinking that this place was a beautiful dream, until everything turned into an illusion, only to realize that they were already in hell.

The nightmare is constantly expanding and growing savagely, bringing many people into it.

And he is the ruler of this world—Master Meng.

He is like a crazy demon practitioner, luring those people into hell as his collection.

"I am comfortable only when I create devils, and only when I watch them lose their humanity and reason, go crazy, and do murderous things. At that moment, I will think that human beings are ugly, and many people will Make a mistake, think like this, and the flame that burns me will gradually fade."

Speaking of which, he drank the beer: "Tonight, I will make the last devil, he may be stronger than me."

Shen Junci asked, "Why Gu Yanchen?"

He felt that He Wenlin seemed to have an obsession with Gu Yanchen.

He Wenlin paused for a while, but did not say the specific reason.

He asked back: "Don't you think that his life experience is very similar to mine?"

Shen Junci frowned and thought about it, it seems that this is indeed the case. They have some things in common. Gu Yanchen's father is not his biological father, and he also has a younger sister. Judging from these, his life trajectory is somewhat similar to He Wenlin's.

But Gu Yanchen and He Wenlin are completely different in character, life, and how they handle things.

He Wenlin said with a smile: "I met Gu Yanchen in the police station. Compared with me who lived in darkness, he lived a very happy life."

"Sometimes I feel like if I had the chance to be like him, could he be another me. So I wonder if he would go down the road if he had the same thing that I've been through. the same way..."

"I originally wanted to kill his sister first, but the girl lives in school recently. I came to the hospital a few days ago to check on the site, and found that you will visit him..."

Speaking of this, He Wenlin seemed to have heard something, he stood up and looked outside: "The police car is coming, it seems that they are a little faster than I expected."

Shen Junci lowered his head, closed his eyes, his eyelashes drooped down, and his lips were pursed even harder.

Due to a wound on his neck, his lips were a little pale, and there was cold sweat on his forehead, and his clothes were stained red with blood.

He Wenlin thought he was remembering his upcoming fate.

From an angle he couldn't see, Shen Junci's right hand held the knife between his fingers, trying to scratch the rope that bound him.

This blade is the front of the scalpel and is extremely sharp.

He always sewed one into the pocket of his clothes just in case, and as long as he pinched it hard, the knife could come out of the pocket of the clothes.

Just now he lured Mengshi to talk to him all the time, just to distract him.

Now, the rope has been cut in half, his fingers were also cut by the sharp blade, his wrist was numb, but Shen Junci seemed to know no pain.

He must be calm, if the blade falls on the ground, or if something happens, he will not be able to cut the rope.

He never wanted to accept the arrangements of fate.

He didn't want to choose any of the three endings that Mengshi arranged for him.

He thought there must be a fourth outcome waiting for them.