Bai Tang stood aside with some idleness, stood loosely, and raised his hand again: "Before you woke up, I asked a word or two, he has always been like this, you said this guy won't be dumb, right?"

Jiang Futing looked at him a little strangely: "Will the ghost be dumb?"

"It can't be dumb in the traditional sense." Bai Tang walked up to Lu Changku, and studied him in a rambling manner: "It should be that I am afraid of revealing secrets, and I have signed an agreement with someone or forcibly, resulting in my words being sealed and I can't speak." By the way, didn't you say he was there in the dream? ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing nodded.

"The Chen Yihuan last time, you said before that she saw a black mark on her body, it is estimated that it was Lu Changku. Then when she died, or before she died, this guy must have been there. Bai Tang let go of the person in his hand and threw it back into the corner: "Since it is not an accomplice, why would Lu Changrong allow it to follow it openly when he harmed others?"

"Lu Changrong......" Jiang Futing's pupils shrank under his click: "Deliberately!"

Lu Changrong's method of tempting prey is not unheard of, and the previous lure clue is.

But why did he expose himself to the victim, he was so confident that Lu Changkut would not retaliate, or he had the capital to deal with them in his hands.

But what is the purpose of this? What is the point of following it and gagging its mouth?

Bai Tang noticed the blankness that flashed on his face, and then looked at Lu Changku.

His gaze was quenched into an ice pick by the long-standing wind and frost, and he mercilessly slashed into the depths of Lu Changku's heart: "What will you do when you see innocent people dying in front of your eyes again and again, but you can't do it and can only watch?"

What will happen? Jiang Futing didn't know.

He rolled his throat.

It may be gradually distorted with the dehumanization of the viewing again and again, but it may ...... Neither will it.

But when you are still indifferent to the death of so many innocent people, you have actually had a big problem.

Did Lu Changrong want to do anything to turn his brother into a monster?

What the hell does he hate against his brother?

The picture in my memory suddenly flew in front of me like a marquee, and countless fragments that were coldly watched because of powerlessness floated out and pieced together.

There is the pain that Lu Changku endured silently, and there is also the torment of watching Lu Changrong be brought into the room with a silent face, and then even more silent.

Lu Changkut is an incompetent and passive bystander, the kind of bystander that makes Lu Changrong increasingly hateful.

So since he was willing to be a bystander, Lu Changrong used his own way to let him continue to be a bystander, and he suffered from this incompetence and inaction for a long time.

The pain accumulated in childhood, the longing and delusion of loss, always need a place to vent.

His brother is a vehicle for him to release his pain and seek psychological pleasure.

Lu Changrong didn't just want to

took his life, more to torture him, to balance his already twisted heart.

Jiang Futing looked at Lu Changku, who was swaying from side to side, what kind of state was he in now, probably even he himself had lost the ability to distinguish.

"Do you want to live like this forever? Or do you choose to confront him head-on and make a clear end? He asked.

This time, Lu Changku's impenetrable expression finally showed a slight crack.

"Regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost now, and your mind is twenty-one years old, isn't it naïve to be childish with him?" Jiang Futing went straight in single-handedly, leaving him no leeway.

Lu Changku's lips pursed tightly, and his trembling lips tried very hard to restrain the emotions he was about to overflow.

His eyes were cloudy and clear, alternating back and forth with the fortress that was about to collapse in his heart.

Jiang Futing's voice became more and more cold: "If you really cherish him, why don't you even give him a little hope for the sun."

The string that Lu Changku's mind was struggling to maintain suddenly made a loud "dang long" sound, and it suddenly broke completely.

He was bound with a soul chain, unable to struggle, only stiff and slightly curled up, burying his head and convulsing in pain.

His mouth was open, wanting to cry and vent, all his emotions converging and pouring out of his throat into hoarse and weak whimpering, like a wounded beast whispering.

Jiang Futing squatted down, crossed his chin, and asked indifferently, "Where is Lu Changrong?"

Lu Chang sobbed silently for a while, his open mouth roared silently until he was exhausted, he didn't even resist at all, and his pinched chin hung down in Jiang Futing's palm.

Then he used his last bit of strength and shook his head very slowly.

Jiang Futing stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly let go of his hand and looked back at Bai Tang: "He really doesn't know."

Lu Changku's psychological defense line has completely collapsed, no matter what his original purpose is, what he thinks of his younger brother, at least now there is no point in continuing to hide it.

Bai Tang thought for a while, spread his hand out of thin air, and the soul chain on Lu Changku's body was extended, and when one end floated to Bai Tang's palm, he noticed Jiang Futing in front of him, suddenly braked halfway, and then was stunned.

Jiang Futing was inexplicably attracted by it, and looked at each other with the same chain.

He always felt that the chain was like a dog wandering down the street, and suddenly stopped halfway and sniffed wildly at a stranger, trying to smell something from him that he liked to smell.

Sure enough, in the next second, one end of the chain raised its head in high spirits and rushed towards him, wanting to rub against him.

At the moment when it was about to touch its sleeve, it was forcibly dragged back by Bai Tang very violently.

When Jiang Futing watched it leave, he actually tasted a trace of loss from its head that was instantly pulled off.

Is it really 20 years of being single, and looking at the chains is beautiful?

He immediately dispelled this strange thought in his heart, and just saw Bai Tang holding the chain and educating him with great restraint, but he couldn't help but reach out and slap it.

The chain suddenly hid in the corner of his body aggrievedly, but he didn't dare to hide too much.

This picture looks quite funny, but according to Jiang Futing's understanding of Bai Tang, Bai Tang's calm appearance didn't mean any jokes, he was really angry.

In the past, when I was doing errands, I also asked him to borrow it once or twice, but I didn't see him so excited, as usual, he was in contact with the chain, and the chain remembered that he should be normal, so why make him angry.

Jiang Futing was feeling indescribable confusion in his heart, Bai Tang had already finished educating his own children, and pulled the chain.

Because he happened to be in an unhappy mood, he didn't feel much pity for his actions, and dragged Lu Changku, who was weak on the ground, up: "After such a day, that group of little policemen should find out something and see if they are still working overtime?"

On the issue of overtime......

Joke! The problem of overtime is, of course, ...... Add! As long as there is a case.

For Zhou Qi, it is cool to work overtime for a while, and it is always cool to work overtime. Especially the big case of serial murder like Lu Changrong and Lu Changku.

Oh, yes! Two hours ago, one of his teammates in charge of network trace reconnaissance dug up even more terrible explosion information related to Li Shang.

He was forced to watch various crime videos for more than ten minutes, and finally couldn't bear it in his heart, so he reported to his family's strict team.

When he came out of the office, he was so tired that he didn't want to speculate on Team Yan's face, wave after wave of unevenness, two cases with numb scalp were wrong together, he was already so happy that he was about to ascend to heaven, okay!

However, fate will not stop there, fifteen minutes ago, Jiang Futing called him again, saying that he had brought new news.

Zhou Qi's fragile heart burst out on the spot, he really didn't want to bear any more unbearable pain in his life...... If this continues, he is a young man who is less than thirty, and his heart is far less strong than that of an uncle in his fifties and sixties.

Even he now has a certain degree of psychological shadow on Jiang Futing's phone call, especially the sentence "brought new news".

Heh, this man is a mobile disaster broadcaster.

Zhou Qi came out of the office with a cup, inhaled the fresh air that he had not seen for a long time, and walked to the pantry.

It's just that before he arrived, the addiction to smoking suddenly came up, and his heart was itching, and he couldn't hold back his desire to move, especially when he was overwhelmed by the case, he basically had no self-control.

He turned a corner, rerouted to the end of the hallway, and looked around in a thief's heart.

Seeing that there was no one, he immediately opened the window, put the cup on the windowsill, took out the cigarette in his pocket, looked at the corner, squinted his eyes at the window, and took a sharp puff.

Comfort –

However, this comfort did not have time to flow into his limbs

, a familiar voice floated faintly from the bottom of the stairs: "Officer Zhou, it's illegal to smoke directly in the corridor, right?"

The faint sound fell in his ears like a thunderclap exploding above his head.

Zhou Qi was excited, and the cigarette in his hand almost fell to the ground unclamped.

He put his hand holding the cigarette on the windowsill without a trace, and turned his head to stare at him: "Don't tell me in advance when you come, it will scare me."

Especially when I walk, I always look like a ghost, and I don't even make a sound!

! He had seen no one come over just now!

Jiang Futing smiled and walked silently to him with Bai Tang, and behind the two of them was indeed a ghost chained.

Although Zhou Qi couldn't see it, he always felt that when the two of them came over, because the corridor with the window open, which was already cold, suddenly fell into the freezing point, as if they didn't even use the heating.

He shuddered unconsciously and pulled the window a little closer, leaving only a small slit that could flick the ashes of his cigarette.

"It's Officer Zhou who is too deeply immersed in his own world." Jiang Futing's gaze swept over the windowsill imperceptibly: "Are you thinking about the case?"

Zhou Qi was silent for him, and prayed in his heart if God could take away the person in front of him for a short moment.

At least let him finish the cigarette in his hand with peace of mind, and close his eyes for five minutes by the way.

But whether God heard it or not, he didn't know.

But he felt that Jiang Futing probably installed a monitor in his head, and actually let him go for the first time, politely compared a gesture of please to him, and said politely: Please use a cigarette.

(End of chapter)