Chapter 289

"Your experience is quite... Strange..."

Zhong Tianzheng hesitated for a long time, so he could only comment like this.

next.

Yang Shuo confessed his crime. His confessions are basically consistent with the clues the police have mastered.

If nothing happens.

This case should also come to an end.

"But to be honest, there are some things I can't understand in the case."

Zhong Tianzheng glanced at Ah Xiang, who had completed the record, and looked back at Yang Shuo: "say the first one first."

"At the scene of killing Xue Xiaodong, since you have seriously injured Liu Wentao, you did not continue to hurt him, but helped him escape from the scene of the crime. Why? You are not afraid that he will expose you afterwards and confess you? "

"I'm curious. What happened at the crime scene?"

Zhong Tianzheng looked at Yang Shuo opposite.

exactly.

He was very puzzled.

How did he do it and let Liu Wentao keep his mouth shut for him.

"In fact, I didn't take too many measures, but if he was willing, that was willing."

Yang Shuo lit a cigarette, wrapped a cigarette, looked up at the sky and fell into memory.

……

Dark night.

In the dimly lit alley.

Xue Xiaodong hurriedly climbed up the iron gate. At the moment of crossing the iron gate, Yang Shuo, who was caught up, grabbed his right leg and pulled it down.

"Ah."

The sharp thorn on the iron door immediately penetrated Xue Xiaodong's whole, and the scream sounded.

Yang Shuo looked at Xue Xiaodong on the iron door without expression. He turned and began to take off his disposable rubber gloves and left quickly.

"Grass Mud Horse!"

"Endless?!"

Angry abuse came from the residential building next to the alley.

Then.

The lights are on in a house on the second floor.

“……”

Yang Shuo slightly raised his head, glanced at the residential house on the second floor, looked at Liu Wentao lying on the ground in front of him, thought briefly, walked to him quickly, reached out his hand to hold the man up, helped him to the corner and stood next to the wall.

"Hiss."

Liu Wentao, who was already in a coma, suffered from pain. He suddenly woke up a lot and took a breath of cold air, but Yang Shuo put his hand over his mouth.

"Hello, 110? We're here... "

Upstairs.

A trembling alarm sounded.

About a minute later.

Hang up.

Three minutes later.

Upstairs came the sound of closing the window.

Yang Shuo pulled his cap, looked up at the canopy above his head, and then released his hand holding Liu Wentao.

"Why did you save me?"

Liu Wentao looked at Yang Shuo painfully.

"Because you're not here for me. We have a common goal, don't we?"

Yang Shuo didn't look at him. He turned and walked out of the alley: "you hurt me, but I saved you. Strictly speaking, you owe me a favor. Remember to give it back to me if you weren't caught by the police."

"Dada dada."

Liu Wentao endured the severe pain, and his facial features twisted behind him.

"If you don't want to be detected by surveillance, follow me."

Yang Shuo looked back at Liu Wentao, who was strong willed behind him, and reminded him, but he didn't go up to help him.

In the dark alley.

They walked around the alley and finally came out.

"Thank you."

Liu Wentao suddenly lay down in the green belt, reached out his hand to wipe the blood from his nostrils, and touched the cigarette in his pocket, but he couldn't find the lighter.

"Da."

A flaming lighter stretched out in front of Liu Wentao.

Liu Wentao didn't think about it. He got up and sucked greedily.

"Your ribs are broken. If I were you, my first reaction would be to call an ambulance instead of wandering around and causing secondary injury."

Yang Shuo lowered the brim of his hat and lit one for himself.

"Thank you."

Liu Wentao curled up and shivered.

"Yes."

Yang Shuo nodded and accepted.

"Why did you kill him?"

Liu Wentao turned his head and looked at the handsome middle-aged man under the cap: "why don't you solve me, too? I've witnessed your whole crime process. You're not afraid. If I'm caught by the police, I'll tell you?"

"Because he deserves to die!"

Yang Shuo answered simply and clearly, reached out and groped, took out the folded A4 paper with his back to Liu Wentao, opened it and put it in front of him. On the paper, there was an ugly cartoon with inductive words: "poison teenagers, do you think he should die."

"My two students went astray for a while and ruined their lives because they read his highly inductive restricted cartoons. Do you think he should die?"

“……”

Liu Wentao looked at A4 paper and stopped with his cigarette finger. After several seconds of silence, "what about me? I tell you, I also killed, girlfriend. In fact, I'm not a boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm at most a spare tire. "

"You and I have no grievances for no reason. Why should I solve you?"

Yang Shuo looked at him very seriously: "sooner or later, you and I will be caught. We can't run away."

Liu Wentao grinned: "in fact, it's more appropriate for me to do this just now, isn't it?"

"Maybe."

Yang Shuo finished smoking his last cigarette, snuffed out the butt and kicked it into his pocket: "when I was planning this, I didn't think of a way back. Some people must die to harm others and themselves and poison one side!"

With that, Yang Shuo got up, patted his trouser legs, got up, glanced at the place he had just sat, made sure there was nothing left, reached out his hand to fiddle with the collapsed lawn, and then disappeared at the corner of the street.

"Remember what you owe me."

"If you're not dead."

In the air, the voice of Yang Shuo's instructions echoed.

……

"That's it?"

Ah Xiang stopped writing and looked at Yang Shuo suspiciously: "didn't you say anything else?"

"That's all."

Yang Shuo shrugged. "Maybe at that moment, he agreed with me. Maybe this is a way for him to repay my favor. It seems that he really didn't tell you any information about me."

"Second question, Wang Yiwei voluntarily surrendered himself. What's going on?"

Zhong Tianzheng didn't bother about this, but focused on his second question.

Yang Shuo didn't succeed in his first attack on Wang Yiwei, and then they didn't have any contact. Why did Wang Yiwei suddenly turn himself in and take the initiative to explain his illegal operation of the website?

How did he threaten Wang Yiwei?

How did he make concessions?

After all.

In the torrent of interests of the website, Wang Yiwei can't change his evil ways.

Yang Shuo raised his chin slightly: "when I used to draw, I had a habit. If I didn't think about what I wanted to draw, I wouldn't write."

"Like painting, if you don't think about the whole crime process, you won't do it."