Monitoring room.

Several catchers watched the screen closely, and a clear sound came from the loudspeakers.

"Don't!

Lao Zhu quickly said: "Doctor, this is the suspect, Yuan Changwen." ”

The doctor nodded, looked at the screen carefully, and said, "At this stage, I can't tell. ”

Young catcher: "I'll just say, how can there be such a logical madman." ”

Doctor: "No, crazy talking is just one type of mental illness. The logic of the vast majority of mentally ill people is perfect, and they can usually make normal people speechless. Therefore, it is impossible to judge from this alone. ”

Lao Zhukuai: "So, the doctor still needs to communicate face-to-face? It's just that this is a murder suspect, no better than other suspects." ”

The doctor smiled and said, "It definitely needs to be confirmed face-to-face, and I can't even see his expression clearly here." But let's go ahead for now, at least I can collect more information while he is unconscious. ”

…………

Yuan Changwen sat on the cold ground, lying in a circle, like a child trembling in the face of fear.

The word "parent" does not need too many words at all, and these two words themselves contain countless meanings.

From pregnancy to childbirth in October, a beautiful girl of young age, but desperate for beauty, gave up makeup, gave up dress, gave up her figure, and gave up her beauty.

The pain of labor is the most painful pain in the world, and there is no pain that can be compared. At the risk of hemorrhage, shock, and even death, she gave birth to me.

My mother spent a lot of time teaching me how to dress, tie my shoes, how to use chopsticks, how to eat, how to comb my hair, and how to tidy myself.

In order to prevent me from being laughed at by my classmates, my mother saved money to buy me new clothes.

Sometimes, I would lose my temper with my mom and yell at her. Although I don't remember what I complained about at the beginning. But I know that mom is always the first to smile.

I still remember that in the past, I always didn't like my mother to call me by my nickname in public. During school, it seems to be a shame to not like my mother to get involved in my classmates.

In particular, my mother braved the heavy rain to bring clean clothes to school, for fear that I would catch a cold in the rain on the way to school. But I was so bored that I seemed to be a joke in the eyes of my classmates when I took the clothes.

That year, when I was admitted to university, my mother was very happy. Then, when I was sent to report from other places, my mother cried when I left.

Mom used not to love beauty? Mom used to have no one to chase?

Mom seems to be willing to do anything for me.

One day, when my mother was old, I would patiently wipe her clothes when she would get dirty while eating. It's like when I was a kid, I ate all over my body.

When my mother can't walk anymore, I will support me well, and I will not destroy or complain. It's like when I was a kid, my mom taught me to walk.

Yuan Changwen hugged each other and cried.

In the desert, the castle comes to life, and childhood memories keep coming back to the walls.

What am I going to do?

Not to mention the sheer size of this castle, it is simply not to be killed. is these contents, Yuan Changwen can't bear to destroy.

In the office before, Yuan Changwen had made up his mind to kill these self-woven definitions.

But now, in the face of these warm times, in the face of this heavy maternal love.

Yuan Changwen suddenly wanted to slap himself!

What the hell are you doing?!

Isn't this mother's love reciprocated? !

Mom did so much for me, and me?

What did I do again?

Every time you call, "Well, got it!"

Every time I go home, "Let's go first, I still have something!"

Invite your mother to a good meal, and you're amazing?

Give your mother a few thousand dollars, and you're awesome?

Buy a gift for Mother's Day and you show it off?

Yuan Changwen hugged himself at the moment, couldn't stop crying, tears and snot all over his face.

How many days do you stay with your mother 365 days a year?

How many days did your mother accompany you?

You say, "Mom, I want to drink water." ”

No matter what mom is doing, she will meet your requirements first.

When Mom says, "Do you have time to come back for dinner on the weekend?"

How do you answer!

Yuan Changwen sat under the castle, looking at those times, countless periods of mother, gradually walking towards him. Those lights and shadows, those memories, accompanied by his mother's pace, hit Yuan Changwen again.

"Don't!

Yuan Changwen was frightened and wanted to retreat, but found that in this desert, there was no way to retreat.

"Okay, Mom won't come. ”

"Wen'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Tell Mom. ”

"Did a classmate bully you?"

"Still, what's wrong with your work?"

"Mom is here, it's okay, everything has Mom!"

Yuan Changwen trembled, listening to his mother's gentle words, he was stunned for a moment, and then cried.

Just like when I was a kid.

Yuan Changwen cried and said intermittently: "Mom...... I...... I don't want to...... You...... Don't come here...... I...... I don't know what to do...... I can't bear you...... But ......"

Mom still smiled softly: "Don't you dare to kill Mom?"

Yuan Changwen was stunned and looked at his mother with tears on his face.

And her mother gently hugged Yuan Changwen, just like coaxing her to sleep when she was a child.

"Just let it go, don't worry about your mother. When you're happy, your mom is happy. ”

With that, Mom got up and walked towards the castle.

"Your wish is your mother's wish. ”

"Mom, don't go!"

Yuan Changwen struggled to stand up, hurriedly trying to grab his mother who was leaving.

But it passed through the body as if it were illusory, and he didn't catch anything.

"No!"

Yuan Changwen fell headlong on the desert and fainted.

…………

"Hey, are you alright?"

Yuan Changwen opened his eyes in a daze and found himself lying in a cubicle, and the bald tattooed man was looking at him with concern.

"Well, it's okay......"

Yuan Changwen slowly propped up his body and slowly sat up from the cold ground.

Mom......

Yuan Changwen sat there, looking out with blank eyes, and his tears couldn't help but flow again.

What did I do myself?

Kill your own mother with your own hands?

It's not killing mom in the physical sense, but it's more serious than that!

Even if you are mad, you will kill your parents. With the passage of time, or when something happens, the murderer will eventually have a conscience to find out.

Perhaps, the murderer will always be disgusted with his parents.

But no matter what, it's an emotion after all.

But what about Yuan Changwen now?

My heart was full of discomfort, loneliness, and chagrin, but unfortunately it was useless.

No matter how much you say it, no matter how touching it is, it can't change the definition that all of this is self-weaving, it's all an addition to the background.

Both, built on the desert.

In the future, Yuan Changwen can imagine the following feelings:

Before the mention of Pluto, none of the officials thought of Pluto.

That's how it feels.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Yuan Changwen looked up at the bald head, lowered his head and ignored it.

Now I don't want to talk, I don't want to think, I don't want to communicate.

Sitting there, carefully reflecting on the feelings in my heart, the memories of the past, the laughter, the grief, and so on.

Every minute that passes, these emotions will pass, and no one knows when, they will all disappear.

This is digging into the heart!

Yuan Changwen suddenly felt that if he committed suicide at this time, it might be the best choice.

A thick sadness enveloped his whole body, and his whole heart was cold.

Yuan Changwen also wanted to catch his mother, and he also wanted to convince himself that he could keep these. But deep down there is always an indifferent voice, constantly reminding.

Mother's love is just the definition of self-weaving, and all this is an addition to the background.

Yuan Changwen didn't know what to do, and he didn't know how to find a sense of belonging, just like a child who couldn't enter the house, crying alone on the steps of the park.

…………

Monitoring room.

"Doctor, why is he crying?"

The doctor shrugged his shoulders and said, "How do I know? Maybe I miss my mother, maybe I regret it, maybe it's something else." It would be too hasty to draw any conclusions at this stage. ”

"So what's next?"

Doctor: "When he calms down, keep asking, and the more he talks, the more he will be exposed." ”..