Things are exactly what the old man said.

The bald man was the old man's second son.

The middle-aged male owner of Fugui Hotel is the eldest son of the boss.

Ever since the bald man knew that he had a priceless ancient painting at home, he tried everything to get it.

Of course, the old man and his wife knew what kind of character their second son was, and the only ancient painting handed down by their ancestors could never be ruined by him like this.

Therefore, in order to make the second son die and no longer fight the idea of ancient paintings, the old couple said that they had given the ancient paintings to his brother and sister-in-law, that is, the middle-aged male and female bosses of Fugui Hotel.

But I don't want to.

This brought death to the female boss and his wife.

That night, the bald man found a group of ruthless people in society and stayed in the hotel.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

Often under the temptation of money, people will become emboldened and do things that destroy humanity.

In order to force the female boss and his wife to hand over the ancient paintings.

The bald man killed his own brother, and also cut his brother's body into dozens of pieces, threatening and intimidating the female boss to tell the whereabouts of the ancient painting.

And that's not all.

The female boss was also raped = adulterated by other male gangsters, so that her nerves were sometimes a little abnormal.

It was impossible to escape, and these murderous gangsters stayed in the hotel 24 hours a day.

I didn't dare to call the police, once I called the police, the old man and his wife, the female boss and her only son would definitely be killed.

This torture lasted for almost a month.

During this month, the five-year-old boy would see his mother being beaten, raped = adulterous, and tortured in all kinds of inhuman ways every day.

However, the female boss gritted her teeth and insisted, knocking out a mouthful of teeth and swallowing it with blood, because she knew that once she died, her son would not survive.

From that moment on, the psychology of the five-year-old boy began to distort.

When a person's psyche begins to distort, it is very scary, terrifying to the point that ordinary people cannot imagine.

No matter how old you are, when you see your father being killed, broken into dozens of pieces, and your mother being beaten, tortured, and raped every day, you must want to chop these gangsters into meat sauce, peel their skins, eat their flesh, drink their blood, and gnaw their bones.

So, the little boy went into action, and he took advantage of his young age and the loopholes that these gangsters would not put in his eyes, and killed people one after another.

"Even if I have a motive to kill, how can I kill those adults?" the little boy's tone changed, not at all like a five-year-old child, but like a fifty-year-old man who had suffered a lot, and his eyes stared at Li Mu with resentment.

The answer is on your right hand. Li Mu pointed to the little boy's right hand.

The little boy was startled, as if he didn't expect that someone would discover the secret on his right hand, but he was still very confident and spread his right hand directly:

"What's wrong with my right hand? ”

"Wu Qian and Zhou Tao saw four corpses at the entrance of the building, they were scared and screamed, when I rushed over, I saw a figure running up to the second floor, and when I caught up with the second floor, I saw you squatting in the corner of the second floor crying, in fact, those four people were just killed by you, you lied to me and said that I couldn't find my father, so I took your hand and went downstairs. ”

"Do you remember being stunned for a moment when I touched your right hand? That's because I noticed that there are many small cracks in the palm of your right hand, how can a child's palm have so many small cracks? The only possibility is that he touches something every day that cracks the skin, and this thing is the ubiquitous mandala plant. ”

"Do you know why I'm sure you often touch the mandala flower? Because when I carried you downstairs, I smelled the particularly heavy smell of mandala pollen on your body, this plant can be seen everywhere, the flowers bloom most vigorously in the sultry season, it contains highly poisonous, the smell is very special, not to mention eating it by mistake, even smelling too much will make people's whole body sour and weak, it is also the main ingredient of anesthetics, you are using the mandala flower, first poison these people who are killed, the whole body is weak, and then you use an iron hammer to smash their heads. Li Mu analyzed it step by step and told all the little boy's murder methods.

"I underestimated you, I thought you were as stupid as those two college students and the policemen who came from behind, you would think that my grandfather was a murderer, and you would not suspect me at all, but I didn't expect that you not only knew that I was the real murderer, but also analyzed the whole thing!" The little boy gritted his teeth, and the bloody octagonal hammer in his right hand became tighter and tighter.

"Actually, I didn't doubt you at first, but when your grandfather smashed the bald man to death with an octagonal iron hammer, and then he admitted that he was the murderer and told what happened, I found a suspicion from the octagonal iron hammer he used, that is, an iron hammer that smashed countless people to death before, why is it as new as new, shouldn't it have been bloodstained a long time ago? Later, I recalled and sorted out everything from beginning to end, and I found that you are the real murderer!" Li Mu looked at the five-year-old boy and was shocked in his heart.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe that a five-year-old boy could be a thoughtful murderer.

Of course, this five-year-old boy is also a pitiful and pathetic person, at such a young age, to see his father's body being crushed, and his mother being subjected to inhuman torture every day, that kind of pain is enough to make people shudder just thinking about it, let alone experiencing it himself!

With such an encounter, it is not difficult to understand that a person's psychopathology is twisted to the extreme!

"Now that you know that I am the real murderer, what are you going to do?" The little boy is really old, a kind of old age that makes people feel sorry and regret.

Li Mu glanced at the little boy, and then at the black plastic bag in front of the burning pile of dark paper:

"If I'm not mistaken, the black plastic bag should contain a skull of each person you killed, and after you break the heads of these people, you take a piece of skull, treat it as their head, and then put it together for a paper burning, to comfort your father, and tell him that you are a son to avenge him, right?"

"You're the only one who can see the truth, if I had known, I would have been the first to kill you from the time you entered the hotel!" The little boy stared at Li Mu with resentful eyes, and the murderous aura emanating from a little child made it even more terrifying.

"I didn't think of this at first because you deliberately let your mother and grandparents mislead me, you are really smart, but I advise you to go to the police station and turn yourself in, because your life has just begun. Li Mu persuaded the little boy.

The little boy's face suddenly changed, and he pointed to the ancient paintings on the walls of the hall:

"Look at the bridegroom, he looks exactly like you, do you know who this bridegroom is?"

"You know?" Li Mu was shocked, he always felt that if he figured out who the groom in the ancient painting was, he would be able to reveal the big secrets on his body.

"Of course I know, he is ......" Before the little boy finished speaking, the fire in front of him suddenly burned violently, and the flames rushed up more than a person high.