Under Luo Feng's guidance, Wei Dong's emotions began to be released step by step, speaking of excitement, Wei Dong suddenly wanted to jump up, "Hammer", the hand that was handcuffed to the metal guardrail was pulled, and the force pulling backwards dragged him back to his original position. Wei Dong shook his hand vigorously a few times, but he was never able to break free from the handcuffs.

Wei Dong, who gradually calmed down, suddenly reclined on the bed, and said faintly, "It's a pity, I only killed two." ”

What Wei Dong said just now has been recorded in its entirety, and this time the evidence is conclusive, but the people who witnessed the entire chat between Luo Feng and Wei Dong did not feel any joy or joy in solving the case at all.

Because he couldn't see any humanity in Wei Dong, he had already been arrested, he didn't have any worries about whether he would be sentenced to death, and even when he discussed the matter of killing, he didn't have any emotional fluctuations, as if it was not much different from killing a chicken and killing a duck.

The question that should have been asked was almost done, and looking at Wei Dong's triumphant appearance, Luo Feng felt that he couldn't just let him go so easily. Luo Feng decided to discuss the last question with Wei Dong, it was time to tell Wei Dong the truth.

"Why did you chop Guan Jiarui up and put it in the refrigerator?"

Hearing Luo Feng's question, Wei Dong's mood seemed to be slightly restrained, "I think we've been together all along." ”

"If you love her so much, why kill her?"

"I didn't kill her, it was an accident, how could I be willing to kill the woman I love the most?"

"Using people's fear of murder to crack down on housing prices has indeed played a role, and the owners of the houses where the murders occurred are basically so scared that they want to bargain and sell the next day, and even the housing prices of the entire community where the murder occurred have been affected. But aren't you doing this to buy a house to live with Kwan Ka Ray? Why kill her? ”

"I'll say it again! I didn't kill her! It was an accident! Wei Dong sat up very excitedly, "Didn't you just say that you believed what I said?" ”

"Yes, I believe you weren't lying when you said the phrase 'I didn't kill Guan Jiarui'. But you may not know that Kwan Jiarui was still alive when you cut off her leg. ”

"What do you say? What do you mean? Wei Dong's hand, which was not handcuffed, suddenly reached over and grabbed Luo Feng's collar.

"According to the forensic examination, the owner was still alive when the leg left the owner's body. I guess Kwan Jiarui did accidentally hit the back of her head and then fell into a coma, and you thought she was dead. Then a plan to use Guan Jiarui's corpse appears in your mind. ”

"Impossible!" Wei Dong suddenly showed a very painful expression, and the scene of that day flashed in his mind. He dragged Guan Jiarui's "corpse" into the bathroom, he brought a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and then slashed down the base of the "corpse's" thigh.

"In the process of cutting off that leg, there is a good chance that Guan Jiarui will have convulsions, and there is even a good chance that she will wake up for a moment or two, and she will look at you and then faint in pain. And you, in order to realize your murderous house plan, you ignored Guan Jiarui's eyes for survival, and you continued to wave the kitchen knife in your hand......"

"Say no more! ......" Wei Dong began to yell in pain, he was out of control.

Two policemen rushed into the detention ward, and Luo Feng stood up and took two steps back. Wei Dong was pressed to the bed by two policemen in front of his eyes, unable to move.

"That day, you obviously knew that Guan Jiarui was not dead, maybe her fingers moved, maybe her eyelids moved, and even she may have opened her mouth to ask for help, and wanted you to let her go, but the knife in your hand did not stop, you cut off one of her legs, you watched her blood flow on the ground, you looked at her helpless eyes, you watched her die of blood loss."

Luo Feng turned around and left after saying the last thing he wanted to say, and Wei Dong, who was held down by the two policemen, was still desperately struggling and yelling. Even after closing the detention ward, Menluo Feng still vaguely heard the passage from the ward, "I didn't kill Jia Rui, no!" I didn't kill him! ”

No matter what Luo Feng said, or what Wei Dong himself recalled, Wei Dong never admitted that he killed Guan Jiarui.

When Luo Feng came out, Qin An stepped forward to say hello to him, but Luo Feng didn't pay attention to Qin An, he looked straight ahead, and only said, "Help him find a psychiatrist." Then he walked on silently.

"What's wrong with him?" Everyone is asking Wang Xiaoshan.

"He probably hasn't been able to come out yet." Looking at Luo Feng's back, Wang Xiaoshan probably understood Luo Feng's situation.

"Can't get out? Where did it come from? Zhou Jingcheng said that he still didn't understand.

"To communicate smoothly with a mentally ill person, you must first become a mentally ill person. It is estimated that he is still in the world of mental illness and has not come out, so it would be good to let him be quiet. ”

When Luo Feng appeared at the police station the next day, he had already recovered and turned back into a normal person.

Luo Feng was assisting Zhou Jingcheng in sorting out the information of this case, and while sorting it out, Zhou Jingcheng asked Luo Feng very curiously.

"Although this case is solved, there is one thing I have never been able to figure out, why did Wei Dong cut off one of Guan Jiarui's legs and stuff it in the refrigerator? In contrast, cutting a hand is not a little simpler. Is it really because the mentally ill have no logic? ”

Luo Feng looked at Zhou Jingcheng in surprise, "If this is the case, this logic is obvious." If you cut off your hand, you will leave Guan Jiarui's fingerprints. ”

Zhou Jingcheng didn't know how to answer Luo Feng's words at all, and he once wondered if Luo Feng was still in the world of mental illness and didn't come out.

In the intensive care ward of the mental hospital, Wei Dong was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed.

Two paramedics pushed the door in, and they led Wei Dong to a large room, where there were already a dozen people waiting. They are professors and students in the psychology department of a certain university, and today Wei Dong agreed to accept their interview.

Cases of extreme psychopathology like Wei Dong are rare, and this is a very good sample of research in the field of psychology, especially criminal psychology.

Wei Dong seemed to enjoy the vanity of a group of people surrounding him, and everyone wanted to find some answers from him, so everyone listened to him.

A female student raised her hand, "May I ask why you cut off Guan Jiarui's leg?" Isn't it more convenient to cut off your hands? ”

"Doesn't the words of the hand leave fingerprints?" A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Wei Dong's mouth.