"Did you ask him if he wanted it?" Jiang Futing's indifferent gaze still stayed on his back: "Did he kill because of his own selfish desires?" ”

Lu Changrong's trembling back stopped.

"You ask me 'what did you do,' why don't you ask yourself what you just did?" Jiang Futing's deep voice pressed on Lu Changrong's back like a stone:

"He doesn't want to carry the killing and blood, so he'd rather blow himself up than accept what you forced him on."

"Other people's lives are too heavy for him to carry."

Lu Changrong struggled to digest what he said, and blew himself up? How so?

The strength of his feet seemed to be drained at once, and he suddenly softened and staggered back.

At the beginning, he would rather die than stop himself from killing, but he got his wish, and he did die.

In order to prove how ridiculously wrong this decision he made, he himself began to 'punish' him.

Again and again, day after day.

But Lu Changkut is obviously such a cowardly person, why can he be so ruthless to himself?

They grew up in an environment, why can't he understand himself?

His dear brother, in these things, even far beyond his imagination of stubbornness, he is an iron bull! Radula can't come back.

I didn't expect it--I really didn't expect it-

Lu Changrong's eyes turned red, his eyes and nose were like vinegar, so sour that his brain was a little swollen.

He looked up at the black sky overhead, and saw a few sparrows flying by, and heard the crisp and energetic chirping in his ears.

Unexpectedly-

Lu Changrong was tossed by pain to the point that his brain was a little dull and thought: Lu Changku, at a time like this, is determined to walk on his own path, and even bewitchment can't control him.

He was the same as ever, only this time he took a more decisive path.

completely disappeared from this world in such a heroic way, and there was not even the slightest room left.

And at this time, a sudden ringtone of the mobile phone pierced the gloomy atmosphere.

This time it was Jiang Futing's own, and he glanced at the caller, who was so rare that he didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

The first time he saw the name, the first thought that popped up in his heart was, how is Zhou Qi doing?

"Where are you now?" As soon as the phone was connected, Yan Fang's one-on-one inquiry came.

Jiang Futing did not hesitate to report the name of the block.

"Did you find any clues?" Yan Fang asked after him again.

When Jiang Futing heard his words, his eyes inadvertently fell on Lu Changrong.

He stretched out his hand, unceremoniously dragged Lu Changrong, and led people to the exit of the street: "Caught Lu Changrong." ”

Yan Fang was probably a little surprised and paused.

In fact, when he did psychological profiling before, he was always full of doubts about the identity between two people.

There will be no time to delve into what is going on between Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong, he said sharply: "I know, you bring him to the bureau first, I will be in the orphanage, Zhou Qi is here."

Something went wrong. ”

Really!

"How's he doing over there?" Jiang Futing immediately asked, but his tone was quite restrained.

Yan Fang replied with a straight look: "Fortunately, it's almost done now, if you arrive early, wait for me in the bureau first." ”

"I see." Jiang Futing responded.

As he approached the intersection of the block, he suddenly stopped, looked back, and looked at the building that was standing in the wind.

The dilapidated building crumbled in the wind, but it still stood tenaciously.

As for whether it will collapse at any time in the next second, it is all up to luck.

It's as if the street was sleeping peacefully when he came, but when he leaves now, the street is unexpectedly scarred in his sleep.

The indescribable complexity flashed in his eyes, and Jiang Futing said in a low voice: "It's best to come here to check in advance, there was an unexplained explosion just now, the movement is quite big, it is estimated that someone called the police, and when the people from the nearby sub-bureau come, the case will be a waste of time." ”

"Explosion?" Yan Fang's tone tightened when he heard this.

Jiang Futing pushed down Lu Changrong, who was walking slowly and methodically beside him, and gave him a warning look, and made an excuse on his lips:

"Probably the gas pipeline leaked, and I accidentally rubbed the fire source when chasing."

Yan Fang: "······"

Although the excuse is old-fashioned and perfunctory, it is reasonable and easy to use, and it really can't be faulted.

There was a bit of helplessness in his calm voice: "Okay, you go to the bureau first." ”

After Jiang Futing hung up the phone, he dragged Lu Changrong straight to the road, took a taxi, and roughly stuffed people inside.

To be honest, Jiang Futing and Lu Changrong's images are not too good, they are unkempt, and their black hair seems to have a layer of powder splashed on them, gray and white.

Jiang Futing shook his hair several times, but he couldn't completely pat off the ash on his head and face.

In the end, I simply gave up struggling and waited until the bureau arrived.

On the way to the car, the driver still looked at him in the rearview mirror from time to time, thinking that the two of them were fighting and fighting, and he couldn't get angry, so he simply called the police to solve it in the bureau.

The driver didn't hold back the gossip and picked up the shelf of the passerby: "I know that young people nowadays have the same temper as a cannonball, and they will explode at one point." But you said that both of you have such good-looking faces, and you are also educated, and you can't think of fighting, and you still fight like this. ”

"Don't say that you ruin your image, if you really accidentally hurt your face and get disabled, let me tell you, plastic surgery, fractures, and internal injuries these years, it costs a lot of money anyway, don't talk about spending money, you will suffer later, your body is your own, why bother?"

He also deliberately turned his head and persuaded in a serious tone: "Besides, if there is any problem with the parents of the body, can you solve it reasonably, right?" ”

After the driver finished speaking, his neck was like a stiff neck, and he had to freeze there, expecting them a conciliatory answer.

Jiang Futing was physically and mentally exhausted, and he didn't even have the slightest interest in circulating, so he stretched out his hand and wiped the corner of his forehead to see if there was any ash, and responded perfunctorily by the way: "Yes." ”

The driver finally twisted his head back satisfied.

No longer staring at them at every turn, willing to concentrate on looking at the road.

He was humming a little song in his mouth, as if he was proud of his actions as a peace ambassador.

Lu Changrong didn't say anything from beginning to end, he stared at the driver's back, tilted his head slightly, and when the driver couldn't see it, the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold and sarcastic smile.

When they arrived at the door of the police station, even if the two got out of the car, the driver was still a little reluctant to let them go, rolled down the window, and shouted to them in a friendly manner:

"Young people, don't be angry, there are so many bad things in this world every day, there is nothing that you can't pass, if the same things as Mi Da force you to cry, then the days will be so long, how can you live."

After he finished speaking, he closed the car window and walked away without leaving his name, leaving a butt of smoke that could not be seen clearly.

As soon as Jiang Futing brought people into the hall, he passed by several policemen at work, all of whom stopped for two seconds with their own gold, and looked at the people in front of him with a little curiosity.

The eyes were extremely sharp exploration, as if I felt that the person in front of me was a little familiar, but I couldn't think of it for a long time, and finally left with a strange face.

Until the hurried police passed four or five.

Finally, one of them turned around abruptly as they walked towards the special detention office.

"Wait!" The man woke up screaming like a dream, and then strode back from behind, blocking the way of the two.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Futing was puzzled, thinking that something big had happened.

The man saw Lu Changrong's face inside and out, and even the outline of the corners was not spared, as if he wanted to compare the hair on his sideburns with the face engraved in his memory one by one.

Then, the man's eyes widened, and he pointed at Lu Changrong and said, "This Lu Chang withered? ”

Jiang Futing nodded.

The man was still immersed in shock, and he didn't know what to say with his mouth open, so he had to gather all the excitement in his hands.

He patted Jiang Futing on the back vigorously, and said happily: "I heard that it was a case of the second team who recently tortured and went crazy. Well done you kid! ”

After speaking, he brushed his body like the wind, took the initiative to open the door of the office, and specially took out his handcuffs and threw them to Jiang Futing: "Team Yan has already closed the team, it is estimated that on the way here, you wait, at most it will take another ten minutes or so." ”

"Okay, I'm in trouble." Jiang Futing took it with one hand and said politely.

He turned his head to take back the coat that hung on Lu Changrong's hand, revealing Lu Changrong's hand that was tied into a steamed bun again.

As for where did this fabric come from...... Coincidentally, when Lu Changrong untied the cloth for himself for the first time, when the cloth fell, it happened to hang on his feet.

Jiang Futing brought people out, and this piece of cloth hooked Lu Changrong's ankle and followed them all the way to save the rest of his life.

When the policeman saw Lu Changrong's hand, he was slightly stunned, and then stepped forward in surprise.

When helping to untie the rope, out of instinctive vigilance against the suspect, he acted cautiously, finished untying the rope, and waited for Jiang Futing to put him on the chair.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and left.

Yan Fang and the speed at which they came back was really fast, and the wind was in full swing, the police cars outside were coming, and the sirens that had been broadcasting loudly could scare the birds in a radius of several miles into scurrying around.

Then the footsteps of Titi were deafening, like the beating of drums and gold.

Lu Changrong didn't react to this, he didn't seem to know what he was going to face.

Or maybe from the moment he knew that Lu Changku's self-explosion began, he was already half dead to some extent, and only this skin was left to survive.

Jiang Futing glanced at him, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a group of policemen with a person wrapped in three layers and three layers outside, walking from the hall.

The crowd wrapped the prisoner in the middle tightly, and when he walked into the corridor to the interrogation room, he happened to pass in front of Jiang Futing's eyes.

He saw clearly the sweaty man in the middle - it was Li Shang.

Obviously, Li Shang's psychological quality at the moment is not as strong as Lu Changrong's, his cheeks don't know if it's because he can't breathe, or because he is nervous or uneasy, a large area of abnormal flushing floats, and his forehead is also like a red from boiling water.

The nostrils involuntarily dilated due to the expansion of blood vessels during breathing, and the pupils are loose and cannot be focused.

After all, his heart is not dead, his desires are still there, his fears are still there, at least he has the emotions that people should have.

(End of chapter)