originally thought that he could at least make a living, but he didn't expect that a certain teacher in the orphanage had a habit of abusing children, and he had a lot of status in the hospital, and that person was Li Shang.

Before the old dean stepped down, Li Shang's identity was somewhat restricted, but since he became the dean, it was as if Pandora's box had been opened, and all the children were forced to fall into the nightmare he had weaved.

Until Lu Changrong's abuse almost died, Li Shang didn't know how to stop and rarely looked for him again.

It should be said that I will find Lu Changrong and Lu Changku.

I don't know that this word is used very subtly, as if no matter what you do or what happens, you can use these three words to prevaricate the past, and others have nothing to do with you.

But according to a person like Lu Changrong, the desire for control is in his bones, how can there be anything that he really doesn't know.

Jiang Futing's shoe tips beat on the ground intentionally or unintentionally, and his deep gaze stared at Lu Changrong.

Then, he suddenly walked to the glass, picked up the one-line phone, and said to Yan Fang: "He won't not know, just like why he has been reluctant to kill Li Shang." ”

Yan Fang, who was sitting in the interrogation room, was stunned, and after staring at him for a second, his seemingly loose eyes suddenly looked sharp as if he had hidden a needle.

He hung up the earpiece, took a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it without the slightest hesitation.

After passing his lungs, he spat out the smoke ring, and he stared at Lu Changrong: "You think you're a savior, don't you?" Supporting justice, punishing evil and promoting good, convicting the guilty who make their own opinions, and standing up for the weak and the weak who make their own opinions. It sounds good, but you can't rub the sand in your eyes, and you will repay it. ”

Yan Fang flicked his cigarette ash with his fingers, and nodded self-affirmatively as he spoke: "I see that you are not a generous person, why are you so tolerant of Li Shang?" He has beaten you and your brother like this, and abused other children like this, and many of them have died, what about you, the shadow of the savior? ”

Lu Changrong became dumb again, lowered his head and kept silent.

Yan Fang sucked hard: "You were only eight years old at that time, right?" Where do you get the strength to kill? Who gave you the trick to handle corpses? ”

Lu Changrong's head was buried lower and lower.

Yan Fang's face was as heavy as water, and he was hidden in the smoke again: "Did someone instigate you?" It's not interesting for you to take money as a child, and someone threatens you? ”

Lu Changrong's hand shook accidentally, and just hit the handcuffs, and the chain of the handcuffs smashed on the table, and the sound of "dang-" seemed to be a blow to the head.

"Who's that guy?" Yan Fang took the last puff at a time and snuffed out the cigarette butt in the jar, but his calm voice was unspeakably smoldering: "Li Shang? ”

Lu Changrong's hand clenched and loosened, clenched again, then raised his head, and suddenly looked at Jiang Futing outside the glass.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the interrogation room.

Zhou Qi walked over quickly and opened the door.

He didn't even have time to see who it was, and another stack of materials was forcibly pressed into his hands.

Only then did he say: "Li Shang's side has finished the trial, all of them are here, that guy is very cowardly, and he just looks at the children who are easy to bully and handle, and they have harmed so many innocent children." ”

The man still felt that he was not relieved enough, so he spat again: "It's really a scumbag!" ”

After speaking, he patted Zhou Qi on the shoulder: "I'm still busy with other things, so I won't bother you for now, and I'll talk about it after work!" ”

After the policeman finished explaining, he hurried away.

Yan Fang saw him come in from the door with a stack of materials,

When he looked up, he hooked his finger without saying a word.

Zhou Qi immediately finished sending the information, and then silently withdrew.

Jiang Futing was curious about the specific content of Li Shang's testimony, and carefully paid attention to Yan Fang's expression.

It's just that as he flipped through the information, Yan Fang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a trace of indescribable confusion in his eyes.

Just as he was about to continue to the next page, as if in the content he had just read, he suddenly remembered something and stepped back several pages.

Jiang Futing had been looking forward to some confessions related to the Immortal Sect in his heart, but Yan Fang's confused expression at this time was like a handful of gold falling on his heart, making him can't help but walk to the glass, holding his breath and waiting with anxiety.

Then, he raised his head, and in Jiang Futing's tense heart, he said to Lu Changrong word by word: "Fan Congwen." ”

Lu Changrong's hand clenching his fist suddenly loosened, and his fingers froze there helplessly, as if he had been drained of his strength.

"It seems to be an acquaintance." Yan Fang's sitting posture was a little looser, and he was ready to listen to the story: "Let's talk about it." ”

"Nothing...... Well said. Lu Changrong's head was like a withered flower, and his fingers hanging in the air were trembling slightly.

Yan Fang didn't seem to hear this, and his words changed: "How does it feel to be abused?" ”

Lu Changrong thought he had misheard, and looked up at him in amazement.

He asked this lightly, as if he was asking someone on a daily basis: Is this meal delicious? Is this thing fun? Does this dress look good?

Like the fun of the possibility of this thing itself.

Fun......

He came back from his stunned state, and once again a hint of humiliating anger welled up.

Yan Fang didn't wait for him to attack, he cut off his anger, and asked himself: "It doesn't seem to be good." ”

Lu Changrong couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, and he was so angry that he almost blew up his internal organs.

Yan Fang raised his hand, his nails grinding against his cheeks: "Anything you hate can make you endure it willingly, it seems that that person is terrible." ”

Lu Changrong's pupils were a little dilated because of the fear that suddenly jumped up.

"What did he coerce you?" Yan Fang's deep voice was like a demon hiding in hell, stirring up his fear and pulling him back into a terrified nightmare.

Lu Changrong's whole person trembled like chaff.

"Threatening you with more excessive abuse? Indecency or sexual assault? Yan Fang said coldly words that frightened ordinary people.

Lu Changrong seemed to have a physical malfunction, and only trembling remained.

He didn't seem to see it, he didn't let go, and continued to investigate: "Or threaten your life?" ”

"How did they threaten?"

His voice kept swirling in Lu Changrong's ears.

All the things that had been hidden in his memory were hooked out in the mud and water, and by the way, the wounds he had hidden were blurred with flesh and blood.

Lu Changrong buried his head a little broken, and the hand that was cuffed on the table struggled to reach out, hugging his head.

The wrists on both sides were sharpened into small long gams by the strangled steel, and a few drops of blood soaked into the handcuffs.

"Looks like I'm remembering." Yan Fang said without emotion, but the Limang at the end of his eyes was somewhat restrained: "You can say slowly, what we have is time." ”

After he finished speaking, he calmly picked up the documents on the table.

The abrupt silence made even time feel awkward, so that the time that slipped away flew very fast.

Lu Changrong seemed to have been put on the board, scorching on a warm fire, simmering his uneasiness and worries into his bones little by little.

Gradually, all his psychological defenses are approaching a critical point, and he is facing a collapse at any time.

Jiang Futing looked at him silently, his mind full of that Fan Congwen.

Since it was Li Shang who confessed himself, it is very likely that this person named Fan Congwen is the head of the Immortal Sect.

Lu Changrong was like a beast in a trap, he wanted to struggle, but he was helpless.

After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, put down his hands, turned his head, and looked at Jiang Futing, who had been standing outside the glass.

All the waves were hidden in those calm eyes: "I'm going to tell him." ”

He said bitterly, "Everybody go out." ”

Zhou Qihe and Xiao Zheng, who was sitting inside, were stunned, not knowing what kind of stand he was holding, and he was quite angry at this unrealistic and unreasonable request.

But because Yan Fang didn't speak, he couldn't say anything, so he had to sweep his gaze back and forth between Yan Fang and Jiang Futing.

Jiang Futing quietly looked at Lu Changrong, as if he had passed through the skin of Lu Changrong's body, and vaguely saw the monster buried deep in his heart.

Fear and fear are the nourishment of the monster, and it will not let it rest in peace, but will expand day by day, and demand more frantically.

Yan Fang's back was close to the chair, seemingly loose, but his back was always straight like an iron plate, and the hand that fell on his knee tapped rhythmically.

In the past, it was all outside the interrogation time, and several times allowed outsiders to do the crime, which was already the limit, but now the requirements feel quite excessive for him.

Although he was silent, the dullness in his eyes revealed his silent anger at the moment.

"Just once." Lu Changrong leaned his back and pleaded hard: "I'll just open my mouth once, and after that, no one will try to pry anything out of my mouth, whether it's dead or alive." ”

Yan Fang had never been so passive, and his face sank as if covered with a layer of frost.

Then Lu Changrong's stiff tone revealed a bit of helplessness, and he said sadly: "Do you think that if I come here, they will let me go?" No, unless I'm dead, but the day I die, there will be other people like me, and there will be no end, ah! Not necessarily, unless one day he dies first. ”

Lu Changrong showed a strange smile that couldn't be laughed or laughed at, and it looked indescribably terrifying.

Yan Fang's tapping fingers suddenly stopped, and pressed heavily on his knees.

Even if he didn't want to violate the regulations, he always knew in his heart that as long as Jiang Futing intervened, the case could not be solved with ordinary logic and verification ideas.

Under various trade-offs, although he was unwilling, he still had to let go.

He turned his face away and said in an unkind tone to Xiao Zheng on the side, "You and Xiao Zhou go out first." ”

Xiao Zheng didn't react for a while, and his captain really listened to the suspect's words, and he was stunned.

Then, in Yan Fang's increasingly dangerous eyes, he got up busily and went out in a hurry with Zhou Qi at the other end of the compartment.

When Zhou Qilin went out, Yan Fang did not forget to squeeze his labor force, and prepared a written self-review for himself.

"Boom!" As the door shut, the interrogation room fell silent.

Yan Fang stood up without saying a word, turned off all monitoring and listening equipment, including the camera that was recording on the side, and left spotless blank paper and pen on the table.

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