For the first time in his life, Jiang Futing felt such a strong emotion, and he couldn't even tell whether he was angry, shocked, or useless compassion and distress.

In short, these messy threads were all mixed together, like a violent storm, smashing his head and covering his face, and he was all without exception, and there was no place that could survive the disaster.

Jiang Futing's other hand, under the surge of Xu, even trembled from time to time.

He struggled to control himself, his elbows raised, his mouth covered, and the cramps in his stomach.

It wasn't because of the blood, and it couldn't be because of the corpse.

It's just a psychological and spiritual overstimulation that causes the nerve that maintains the balance of the body to collapse completely.

Bai Tang didn't know how many videos he had switched, and he had a calm face from the moment he started.

At this time, I really couldn't stand Jiang Futing's miserable and strong look, so I directly turned off the current video and didn't open a new one:

"Otherwise, let's just do it first, I guess it's all these things, and it's not interesting to look at it any longer, let's hurry up and focus on ...... first"

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Futing suddenly took the hand on his mouse.

The hands of the two of them were as if they had just been frozen from the ice and snow outside, but Bai Tang could clearly sense the sticky and thin layer of cold sweat in his palms.

He could vaguely guess that Jiang Futing's bullish temper like a stubborn donkey was about to come up again.

Sure enough, in the next second, Jiang Futing said hoarsely: "I'm fine, don't stop yet, before I saw the video of abusing Lu Changkut or Lu Changrong, keep scrolling forward until there is really no more."

Bai Tangyan looked at him again, and wanted to persuade him a few more words.

But Jiang Futing turned a blind eye to his gaze from beginning to end, and even Yu Guang was reluctant to give him an answer.

It was painful and painful to see, but the well-defined face was clearly determined to guard the persistence of the computer.

Bai Tang was finally frustrated by his masochistic strict self-discipline.

He calmly acted as a little assistant and clicked the rest of the videos one by one for him.

Jiang Futing faced these countless videos, and Xu went from the surging of his heart at the beginning to the long stream of water in the back.

The painful and pleading faces of countless children, the screams of despair and pain, mixed together and turned into small leaves, little by little penetrated into his heart and took root in his heart.

Some things will become numb after looking at them for a long time, but some things are like stealing chickens and dogs carefully buried in the soil, and the fishy smell and nausea will only get stronger after being infected by bacteria and microorganisms.

Jiang Futing went from covering his mouth to covering his mouth hard in the back, and his pale and somewhat transparent cheeks were covered with a layer of cold sweat.

For him, the process of watching the video is not only to open his eyes and watch people being tortured, but also to his own spirit being tortured over and over again, and being constantly punished.

When Jiang Futing exhausted his mental strength and finally watched all the videos roughly, he didn't see Lu Changku's face.

He took a deep breath, his face filled with indescribable tiredness, and he rubbed his face vigorously with the hand covering his mouth.

Bai Tang rolled the mouse, scrolling up and down the web page, he thought for a long time, and hesitated to speak: "Do you want to continue to read other websites?"

Jiang Futing hid his whole face in his hands and said in a muffled voice, "Look."

Countless websites and countless videos, and the screams of different children compose the music of Les Misérables.

These suffocating movements filled his mind again, playing non-stop, including the clips in the folder that Lin Ziqing kindly gave him in advance.

A brief look at everything one by one is not a small amount of work, and it is also a particularly long time in Jiang Futing's life, and every minute and every second, a fire is constantly baking in his body.

After the video was scanned, the skylight outside had already closed the curtain, leaving a cloud of darkness as always.

Jiang Futing leaned back in his chair tiredly, as soon as he closed his eyes, the cruel and bloody picture would dance in his mind.

Frightened and hysterical screams surrounded the ears.

Every child is a lamb to the slaughter in the hands of a monster, powerless and futile.

He couldn't recover his mind after his neck was tilted on the back of the chair for a long time, and after a while, his brain was filled with bloody images to the point of being unable to make sense, and then he began to work sluggishly and hard.

Why is there no Lu Changku's or Lu Changrong's?

He frowned slightly, judging from the number of videos published on the webpage and the single click-through rate, even if the quality is poor, the click-through rate is tens of thousands, and there is no such thing as giving up uploading because of the quality of the shooting.

There must be some other reason.

When he closed his eyes and pondered back and forth, the light above his eyelids suddenly dimmed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Tang's hand shrouded in his eye sockets.

He tilted his head, and Bai Tang's soft voice was very close, floating in front of him:

"I thought about two possibilities without him in the video. One is that the recording of this kind of video has a specific sense of ritual for him, haven't you noticed that the monsters who appear in the video are all men? In more than ten years, a person's changes have also been earth-shaking, so I can't conclude from this video alone that all the monsters in the video are played by the same person. ”

When Jiang Futing heard his words, he was well reminded and his expression was stunned.

It is true that the monsters in the video are all men, but the last time he saw the information in the orphanage, before the twins were eight years old, a woman named Ying Youlan was in charge of their upbringing.

Just as he was pondering, Bai Tang's hand hanging from his eye socket suddenly covered his forehead and slapped it twice like a child.

Jiang Futing's face stiffened uncomfortably, but Bai Tang didn't feel anything, and said to himself:

"The second one may be a bit ridiculous, that is, what agreement Li Shang and Lu Changkut have reached, so it is not good for Li Shang to make money with videos of abuse of him. But judging from the current situation in which the two are located, there should be a life-and-death feud between the two people, and reaching an agreement is simply nonsense. ”

The cold temperature on his forehead made Jiang Futing completely wake up, his brain trembled, he had a flash of inspiration, and guessed according to Bai Tang's words: "Not necessarily."

He suddenly said, "Between these two people, there is still a meeting point."

Bai Tang's itchy hand scratched his forehead and hairline for a while: "Just that immortal sect who doesn't know what kind of demon he wants to be?"

Jiang Futing couldn't bear to be disturbed, and slapped his claws off with an unbearable slap:

"Yes. Although these two people are incompatible, the people of the Immortal Sect can casually say a wording, so that no matter what they do, they will not attack each other. After saying the good words, give them another slap and threaten them, otherwise according to Lu Changku's suspicions

Suspicious, the son who will be revenged, how could he let Li Shang go and continue to let him unscrupulously in the past ten years. ”

"Speaking of Lu Changku." Bai Tang was taken aback, and rubbed the back of his hand aggrievedly: "The police don't know how the progress is going, this person is just an ordinary person in the end, and he is all relying on the means to make waves, and it is better to rely on technology and people's means to find this type of person."

"I'll ask." Jiang Futing said, and took out his mobile phone to call Zhou Qi.

Zhou Qi is a potential stock, and he has been under Yan Fang for so many years, so he is naturally coveted by everyone in the city bureau.

As soon as there is a criminal case in the team, there is always his shadow, and he is on the front line all year round.

Every time Jiang Futing called him, he was either busy or so tired that he had been hollowed out, and it took so much effort to lift a finger that he needed a nurse.

After the phone was dialed, Zhou Qi's side was unsurprisingly full of various criminal policemen running around, with the voices of disagreement and arguing.

Jiang Futing didn't delay him, went straight to the point, and asked, "Has Lu Changkut been caught?"

Zhou Qi was already so busy scratching his ears and cheeks, just after disposing of the corpse puppets in the exhibition hall, he couldn't wait to tear himself into several pieces, one to run the scene, one to track, and one to follow the field staff to visit the victims' families.

As for his master, Yan Fang...... He was so relieved of himself that he couldn't wait to get into a university to 'kidnap' a well-known domestic criminal psychology expert and forcibly start a one-on-one meeting full of construction.

Zhou Qi made a mess of the criminal police who came to report on the side, and after the perfunctory speech, he immediately held the phone and said a little irritably: "Find one, there is no shadow, I have to wonder if this person really has fucking wings and flies!"

"Those victims don't have any common characteristics, and so far they don't even have the characteristics of the suspect choosing the target of the crime, except for being good-looking, you can't just drag a handsome guy and a beautiful woman on the street and start it!"

This is not only what Zhou Qi is worried about, but also what Jiang Futing is most anxious about.

It can be said that at present, except for his behavior of disposing of corpses, he is completely confused.

What's even more disturbing and anxious is that without the protection of his gorgeous appearance, his whereabouts and even subtle shadows will be completely hidden in the dark, and no one will know if he will suddenly have a whim in the next second, and make a new puppet from local materials.

The dolls I saw in the exhibition hall were like film from a movie decades ago, speeding through Jiang Futing's mind one by one.

Some of the images are the faces of the dolls, and some of the images are impassioned speeches.

Thinking of the speech, he carefully recalled what he had remembered, and his brain was suddenly stirred again.

From the perspective of ordinary visitors, it is indeed just a tasteless but decent speech.

But from Lu Changku's point of view, it was more like a trial of the victim's life.

He thinks of himself as a knight with a ruling in his hand.

After Jiang Futing quickly thought about it, he subconsciously raised his tone and reminded: "You pay attention to the speeches on the puppet's introduction board, he imagined himself as a judge and tried the lives of these victims, these speeches should reveal some information about the victims before their deaths, and I will send you my understanding of Lu Changku."

As soon as Zhou Qi heard the speech, he immediately dragged a passing criminal policeman and ordered them to go down and let them do it.