Chapter Forty-Eight: The Poor Murderer

"Wocao, he actually killed it himself"

"Listening to the protagonist's confession is super calm, I didn't expect it to be a murderer"

"The protagonist also said that the criminals must be repaid with blood, and the acting was too unscrupulous"

"I didn't expect it to be the murderer's first person, six-six-six"

“……”

After the protagonist admits that he is the murderer, the comment barrage immediately explodes.

The sudden turn of events stunned a group of audiences, shouting 666 in amazement one by one.

However, the turning point is not as simple as turning around.

Every turn is a pit.

If the logic is not smooth, the pit is filled, it is a turning point, and if the logic is not smooth, the pit is not filled, it is a failure.

In addition to the amazement of the vast majority of the audience, some viewers maintained a critical attitude and immediately caught the logical loopholes.

The person chasing the wind: No, the first chapter says that the whereabouts of the heroine are unknown, and the protagonist directly shouts that he wants the murderer to pay for the blood debt, isn't this a proper explosive speech?

Nanabako: If the protagonist is the murderer, who is the one who sends him photos every day?

Su Bai took a sip of the water cup and continued to speak.

[I love my girlfriend from the bottom of my heart. I didn't want to admit that I killed her with my own hands, so I resorted to this escapist approach.

If there is another murderer, and that murderer kills her, my mind will become lighter, and I will be freed from the blame for killing her.

"Who put the photos in my inbox?"

"Why did he show me these pictures?"

"Who killed her?"

These are all written and acted by me. I pretended not to know who the murderer was, and then I hated this murderer from the bottom of my heart and wanted to kill him.

I didn't show the photos to the police for self-preservation, but I didn't want to think so, so I explained the reason for hiding the photos as if I wanted to find the culprit myself. So the police still think that my girlfriend is just missing, and I myself am intoxicated with the reverie of avenging my lover without relying on the police.

……】

I feel guilty for killing my girlfriend, I feel guilty and I don't want to admit the reality, I don't want to admit the reality and I can't completely forget it, and I become a little nervous under the stimulation of a set of photos.

It was precisely because he was nervous that the police only thought he was nervous and talked nonsense, thinking that his girlfriend was just missing.

The first question is perfectly explained.

The audience's minds then converged on the second question.

Since the protagonist killed his girlfriend, who is sending the photo?

Is it a human or a ghost?

Is it to torture the protagonist, to blackmail the protagonist, to make him pay for his blood debts?

Or torture him first, then blackmail him, and finally let him pay for his blood debt completely?

If it's too cruel, don't do it.

After all, he was already in pain, and it was only natural for him to kill people, but no matter how much torture he took, forget it.

Hateful people must have pity, and many viewers relented when they heard the guilt in the protagonist's heart and the love of heaven and man. sighed that it was the protagonist who killed someone, and many viewers were also worried about the protagonist and worried that a mysterious person would be unfavorable to him.

It's that the protagonist is only immersed in the world of guilt and has no time to think about it.

Soon, the audience discovered that his problem was not just a little neurotic.

……

"When was the last time you saw her? Did she behave abnormally? Did she sin against anyone? Was there any suspicious person?"

He quit his job and visited his girlfriend's former people.

All of them asked.

There is not the slightest clue, of course there is not the slightest clue.

He still wears an engagement ring on his ring finger, his face is full of frost and pain, and his sad expression seems to be remembering his beloved.

Instead of shedding tears for his girlfriend, people shed tears for him personally.

Unfortunately, no one was able to point out that he was the criminal.

……

He sat alone in his room talking to himself, composing the photos he received every morning into an animation, from the first one to the latest, from the beginning.

The girlfriend on the screen was as beautiful as she was alive at first, and then she showed black spots, dried and rotten, crawling with maggots, and corroded by bacteria, and became something I don't know what it was.

He watched the disgusting scenes and forced himself to turn himself in.

But in the end, he closed the computer, picked up his girlfriend's photo, walked out into the street, and continued to look for it.

In his hand is a photo of his girlfriend before her death.

It was taken in the zoo, and she was standing in front of a zebra with a black and white zebra pattern behind her, and she looked very beautiful.

……

He wanders the streets like a homeless man, grabbing everyone who passes by and whether he has seen his girlfriend or not.

He was too entangled, and he was beaten up when he met the thugs.

In an instant, someone pulled out a knife.

He suddenly felt relieved.

What a wonderful thing it would have been for that knife to pierce him in the chest!

What a wonderful thing it is to die as a victim and not as a murderer!

He grabbed the hand holding the knife and pulled it hard into his chest, eager to stab it in the chest.

On the contrary, the little thug kept trembling and apologizing, panicking, and everyone present turned dark.

……

When the police arrived, he screamed in his heart, wanting the police to take him away with him.

But he didn't speak.

The police were called by an elderly woman who had been looking for her son for twenty years.

Covered with dust and dirt, like a beggar.

It is a real family seeker.

He knelt in front of the old woman, his forehead hit the ground, and he kept weeping and whimpering, and the policemen present with the old woman came to comfort him.

He seemed to be in repentance and kept shaking his head.

But he didn't speak.

……

That's how life is, and that's how every day is lived. One day, two days, ten days, twenty days – if there is no turn, maybe forever.

The protagonist's statement is calm, quietly telling his story.

The anchor's voice is cold, like a distant bystander, relaying the protagonist's words.

But from this repressed calm, every viewer heard hysterical madness.

"It's not psychopathic anymore, is it?"

"The mysterious man's methods are really speechless, and he drives people crazy with the help of the protagonist's love for his girlfriend. Some viewers sighed.

"I always feel that the protagonist is better alive than dead, so the mysterious man should kill him quickly. "There are spectators praying.

"What do the police and those friends do to eat, with the protagonist's current mental state, even if he doesn't go to prison, he will go to the psychiatric hospital quickly, how can it be safer than him on the street, hey" Some viewers were anxious.

Quietly, Yiyi's masterful brushwork was revealed.

is obviously a murderer, but it has touched the hearts of countless audiences.

The superposition and foreshadowing of feelings have reached the extreme, and Su Bai slightly accelerated his speech speed and began to solve the puzzle in the fourth part.