Whoever commits iniquity always has his own reasons; Otherwise, no one would have sinned. - Yusuf Sibayi, Between the Ruins

Xiao Mo understands that every case has a time when there is darkness before dawn, and the darkness sometimes makes people scratch their hearts and lungs and find their way, but when the darkness before dawn slowly fades, the truth comes like a bamboo.

Everyone who walks through will leave traces, and everyone who seeks will find it.

When Wang Xing confessed his relationship with Fan Qingtao, new progress was made in the case.

On the night of Zhu Jianjun's disappearance, the suspect Deng Qingsong disappeared at an intersection at the exit of the vegetable market in Qinghua Lane and found a suspicious vehicle.

That night, there were not many vehicles passing through that intersection at that time, but there were also a lot, so why was this car suspicious?

With so many years of experience in handling cases, Xiao Mo understands that when the case seems to be exhausted, it is necessary to carefully pick out the available clues from the original clues.

The suspect disappeared without a trace after entering Blue and White Lane, which is obviously not scientific.

Of course he's been there, but he hasn't noticed it yet.

A group of people in the team stayed on surveillance footage all night, carefully screening all the vehicles at the intersections where the suspects might pass through the Qinghua Lane vegetable market.

The suspect vehicle was finally found, and the driver of the Buick was disguised and couldn't see his true face.

But it is certainly no coincidence that the car is registered in the name of the car rental company where Wang Xing works.

After such a combing, the case was instantly transparent.

Wang Xing, he is the instigator behind the scenes. He is actually a super fan rambler who has been active in Fan Qingtao's live broadcast room.

Immediately after Zhu Jianjun was found, he was still alive, but five full days passed, and his whole person was tortured to the point that he couldn't figure it out, and the demeanor of the senior leaders of the group company in the past was gone.

When the police conducted a detailed investigation in Building 6 of Century Oriental City, he was actually confined to the closet of room 1702.

Along with him, Wang Xing controlled the room by Zhou Cang.

In the interrogation room, Wang Xing's face was as calm as ever, and he couldn't see the slightest change.

Psychologists say that many children's negative traits change at an accelerated rate between the ages of 8 and 12, and if parents do not give the right guidance and example at this time, it will exacerbate the change of children's negative personality traits.

At first, Wang Xing did not say anything about his motive for instructing Deng Qingsong to kidnap Zhu Jianjun. Instead, he talked to Xiao Mo about his childhood.

He said: I was born in a small county town, the county seat is not big, and the neighborhoods before and after are all related to each other.

His father worked in a rural commercial bank in the county, and his mother was an ordinary elementary school teacher.

Before I went to elementary school, my family of three should have been very happy.

Happiness is always short-lived, and in the first year of elementary school, my father, who had been working in a bank, quit his job, saying that he wanted to work for himself.

Of course, my mother disagreed, although I couldn't make a lot of money working in a bank, but I had a very stable job, and my father was at that age when he was old and young, and he needed a stable job to support the family.

But no matter how much my mother persuaded him, my father insisted on going his own way, and came to a prelude.

Years later, when my father spoke to me, I could understand why my father had made that decision that seemed wrong to anyone at the time.

My father said that he had no background behind him, and after offending his boss once, his boss often wore small shoes for him. He is not young, he has been mixed for so many years, and in the end he is still an ordinary teller, and there is no hope for the future.

This is also the reason why he made up his mind to resign, but unfortunately, his father's development has not been smooth after resigning. Love Literature Network

It can be said that all the expenses of the whole family are supported by the mother's meager salary.

It is natural for the mother to complain.

Since then, there has been no peace in our home. The mother's endless nagging, and the result of each nagging ended with the father not being able to stand it and throwing the door away.

Whenever my father threw the door away, my mother became more and more angry, she had no one to vent, so she transferred her anger to me, and I had no choice at that time, she pointed my nose and scolded me for being a debt collector, and then locked up in the room to reflect, and the reflection was not deep and not allowed to come out.

My father later left home to seek development in other places, leaving my mother and I alone.

At that time, I didn't really want to go home after school every day, and I was afraid of facing my mother's nagging.

I don't know when an uncle appeared next to my mother.

My mother's temper has gotten much better since that uncle appeared, and I'm secretly glad that this uncle appeared at the right time.

At that time, my family lived in a faculty dormitory assigned by my mother's school.

The dormitory is not large, and the single partition of about 20 square meters is divided into two small rooms.

The room that enters the door is the living room, the dining room, and the study.

In the bedroom there is a large old-fashioned red solid wood wardrobe, which is the mother's dowry, and a large wardrobe that is particularly sturdy.

Before that uncle appeared, I developed a habit of hiding in the lower level of that big closet to read comics and sleep in order to avoid my mother's nagging.

When my mother came back and thought I was playing outside, she wouldn't have heard her ear-blowing nagging.

During the winter vacation of the second grade, my father called from afar and said that it was difficult to buy a ticket and that he would not come back for the New Year.

The winter in my hometown was cold and gloomy, and I spent most of the day lying on the quilt in the closet reading a book, and when I was tired of reading, I went to bed, and the place was warm.

That day, I slept very hard, I don't know when my mother came back, and when I woke up, through the crack in the door of the big red closet, on the bed directly opposite, that particularly unbearable scene came into my eyes.

I watched in amazement as my mother and that uncle did indescribable things together.

I can't shout if I want to, and I can't scold if I want to.

With the first time, there was a second time, a third time, and then later, I was already numb, and by the end, I could even calmly hide in the closet and read my book and sleep my sleep.

On the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, after the two of them were done, my mother saw me when she opened the closet to get her clothes.

She looked at me in amazement, unable to say a word for a long time.

After the man left, she asked me why I was hiding in the closet?

I replied with two words: "Warm." ”

She asked, "How long have you been like this?" ”

I replied, "From the time you first started." ”

Her face flushed: "You, you dead child, how can you do this?" Aren't you ashamed? ”

I retorted: "None of you are ashamed, what is my little child's shame about?" ”

Just because I said this, on the first day of the new year, I was severely beaten.