Yan Fang cleared his throat and took a very small sip, and when the cup was placed back on the table, there was a crisp bumping sound again,

It can be regarded as sounding the clarion call for the official start of the interrogation.

Lu Changrong saw his pretense, and faintly withdrew his gaze, staring at his shoes.

Boredom visually inspecting the length and width of the floor tiles, what material, and how the pattern is drawn.

There was also a small bug that I didn't know if it was an ant or something, crawling slowly past his feet.

He smiled suddenly, then lifted his foot and stepped down.

The toe of the shoe grinded slowly and hard, and it felt that the insect should be broken, so he was willing to move away.

The body of the insect was quietly clinging to the ground like paste.

The food that resembled dander, which it was carrying, lay like a joke next to its unformed and cold corpse.

Yan Fang took in his every move, leaned back in the chair, and lifted Erlang's legs, his easy-going posture and his momentum were completely two people.

"Lu Changku?" He said in a questioning tone.

Lu Changrong was still looking at the corpses of insects on the ground.

All of the bug's feet were broken by his trampling, the protective shell of his body cracked, and the bodily fluids stained the floor tiles like slurry.

Lu Changrong suddenly felt that his feet were also stained with the body fluids of insects, and frowned slightly in disgust.

Yan Fang was indifferent to him, and shook his legs: "Then tell me, how did you become Lu Changku." ”

Jiang Futing, who was standing in the cubicle, was stunned, but he didn't expect him to even bend and go straight to the point so sharply.

Lu Changrong was obviously also a little surprised, his head was almost buried in the ground, for the first time out of his own will, he slowly lifted his eyelids, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his unfathomably black eyes stared at the person opposite like a detector.

This policeman is indeed different from the one just now.

Yan Fang didn't expect him to speak now, he turned the cup in front of him and raised his eyebrows: "I want to become Lu Changku...... Envy him? ”

Lu Changrong couldn't get used to his self-righteousness, as if he understood everything.

I felt that this person had a few or two brushes, and what he could say was no different from those psychological policemen who had learned three-legged cats.

He hooked his lower lip sarcastically, and was about to laugh, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth only curled up a little.

Yan Fang's fingers poked at the wall of the cup, and said casually: "It's not envy, it's jealousy." ”

After speaking, he suddenly sighed again: "Why are there still such big differences between Ming Ming and Lu Changku, but they are still twins?" ”

The corners of Lu Changrong's mouth froze halfway through.

Yan Fang turned the cup again, and the water in the cup was turned out of the whirlpool, and the whirlpool turned faster and faster, and the green tea leaves drew a large green circle in the water.

"Why can he live so happily when everyone has been abused to varying degrees?"

Yan Fang stared at the tea leaves in the cup, and his eyes gradually fell: "My brother seems to be getting farther and farther away, I can't understand what he's thinking, he can't see through me, he instills things I don't like every day, he wants to turn me into a person like him, and make me the person he hates the most." ”

"If he really loves me, why wouldn't he want to be me?"

The curvature of the corners of Lu Changrong's mouth disappeared, the slightly raised corners of his eyes were dyed with a layer of light red, and the increasingly pale cheeks lined the red with a more gorgeous touch.

He blinked very slowly as Yan Fang raised his eyes again and stared at him intently.

Yan Fang suddenly sat up straight and said slowly, "It's painful, isn't it?" You do yearn for it, hoping that you can be like Lu Changku, hoping to be closer to him, but your personality is too sensitive to trust anyone around you, including your brother. ”

"There is no sense of security, and I live in fear of possible persecution all the time, even if no one is hurt now, there is still the next second, the next second."

"It can be a teacher, it can be a food delivery, it can be any passerby walking down the street, they will be angry with you for a small thing, and in order to vent their anger, they will do things that hurt you, and you are in this state all the time."

"Every minute, every second makes you anxious, restless, panicked. You have to do everything around you perfectly, you can't let them catch the wrong place, you can't give them an excuse to reprimand you. Perfection makes you live with peace of mind, but you are tired, but you enjoy it, enjoy the self-control that ordinary people can't have. ”

Yan Fang's voice became lower and lower, but it did not lose the unique calmness of a man, like a fan turning in summer, and the 'rustle' brought by the fan blades when running at high speed was full of hypnotic effect.

Lu Changrong was still staring at him, and even he didn't know when it started, allowing Yan Fang's gentle voice to flow into his ears.

The hostility in his eyes faded unconsciously, and he was like a fierce lion, but in an unsuspecting situation, he was accidentally smoothed out by someone to blow up the hair on his body.

Zhou Qi, who was outside the glass, looked at his captain's eyes, more and more admiration, and as soon as he spoke, his voice was a little floating: "What you said last time...... Is it true that Lu Changku's identity is questioned? ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing nodded, always paying attention to Lu Changrong's mental state: "It's almost there." ”

Lu Changrong should not be able to last long in Yan Fang's hands.

As long as the first layer of defense collapses, all the defenses behind will collapse like dominoes.

"You think you have a lot of self-control that ordinary people don't have, right?" Yan Fang suddenly knocked the cup again, and his tone was full of disdain.

The pleasant and loud knock made Lu Changrong wake up from the dream in the clouds and fog suddenly.

He subconsciously shrank his eyes, reacting to what had just happened, and had a feeling of being trampled on the ground and humiliated by his own pride!

When he looked at Yan Fang again, Yan Fang's face had a villain's smile.

This kind of provocation that was insulted to dignity seemed to be in the flames that were about to stir in Lu Changrong's body, and suddenly threw a fire primer, and all his anger exploded with a rub.

Lu Changrong finally gave them a different reaction and stopped being mummies.

His cuffed hands were clenched tightly, as if to tear something hateful apart out of thin air, and the green tendons on the back of his hand gradually appeared, like a terrible long worm, crawling into his clothes from the back of his hand.

His reddened eyes stared at Yan Fang, and a monster was about to emerge from his eyes.

Yan Fang raised the corners of his mouth: "This is your self-control." ”

Lu Changrong's burning anger seemed to break through his skin, burning his pale cheeks red.

Yan Fang slowly picked up the cup, blew away the hot air rushing to his face, and said lightly: "No wonder you are so easily controlled, you are not as smart as you think, the habit of being a master and a low hand is engraved in your bones." ”

"Bang!" The table opposite suddenly made a violent banging sound!

Lu Changrong

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up.

It's a pity that his hands and feet are all firmly cuffed, there is a fast flap on the chair, and his body is like a duck on the shelf, and he can't move greatly at all.

The moment he stood up, the whole person was ready to go, and his body slammed into the baffle.

The handcuffs and leg cuffs made a cacophony of impact as they struggled.

The crimson of Lu Changrong's eyes was stained into the whites of his eyes, and the green tendons on his forehead loomed, as if the person sitting opposite him was his enemy of life and death.

"No one can control me." He said gloomily.

Yan Fang was not affected by him at all, and moistened his throat unhurriedly: "Really? And now? ”

Pianran's words slammed into Lu Changrong's head like an iron cone, smashing him into a shock, stunned, and even pressing the pause button on his body.

Lu Changrong was blindsided for a while before he slowly reacted from his loss of control.

His body was still half-bent, his ass off the chair, his knees bent hard, like a dead robot at the moment.

Only the hand that picked at the corner of the table, the harder it pulled, the harder it was, as if it was going to pick off the edge of the plank.

The cold sweat on his forehead suddenly fell and smashed on the table, the table was painted and waxed, and it was extremely smooth and could not be absorbed, and a small drop of sweat lay quietly on the table.

When Lu Changrong was looking at it, it seemed to be looking at Lu Changrong as well.

Lu Changrong always felt that the drop of sweat must be rampantly laughing at himself and sarcastic himself at the moment.

His heart began to tremble uncontrollably, and then he clenched his fists again, trying his best to smooth out his emotional abnormalities, and sat down heavily and slowly, the cold bench on his ass was extremely cold.

Yan Fang suddenly restrained his nonsensical attitude, and said, "You have to realize that you are a 'person' first. Not an emotionless machine, not an appendage of no one, and not a tool of anyone. ”

"Anyone has good thoughts and evil thoughts, and people's ** has various forms of expression, not a single puppet. I ask you, do you like dolls yourself? ”

"Does Lu Changkut like dolls, or does Lu Changrong like dolls?"

Lu Changrong opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be burned by charcoal, and he said slowly: "Lu Changrong......"

He paused, and spat out the word with great difficulty: "Dry." ”

Yan Fang was finally reluctant to speak, and gave Xiao Zheng on the side a look.

Xiao Zheng Mu sat stiffly for a long time, and suddenly raised his hand, his joints clicked, and his back was like being beaten.

He opened the book without changing his face, and finally had the opportunity to pick up a pen and write.

"Name, age, where does the family live?" Work or school? Do you know what you've done? Yan Fang breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back again, and began the same five questions of the soul.

As long as you can open an opening, the things that follow will be much easier to do, and you will say some more or less.

Just let Lu Changrong speak like squeezing beans, squeeze it, drop a little.

I don't know what self-consciousness is.

Although the speed of squeezing the beans was quite slow, and it was all pieces of nonsense, it was still possible to piece together some complete information.

Regarding the things when he was a child, it was not much different from what he saw in Lu Changku's memory.

Lu Changrong and Lu Changku, when they were six years old, were thrown by their families at the train station, and later sent to the police station by the staff, and then moved to the orphanage.

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