At the moment when Yang Zhiwen's hand with white latex gloves put the figure that was used as a murder weapon into the physical evidence bag.

His expression froze, and every muscle and skin on Yang Zhiwen's face was shocked and caught off guard by the stiff muscles.

Unexpected plots and items appeared in front of him so suddenly and logically, and an unexpected expression appeared in front of him again, but this look only existed for a moment.

Yang Zhiwen sighed at this moment, "Ha~" An uncontrollable smile hung on the corner of his originally calm mouth, and under the uncontrollable breathing, his hands shook uncomfortably like crying children, and his left foot stomped on the floor hard.

But soon this look disappeared indifferently.

Yang Zhiwen closed his eyes, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and then in the next deep breath, he opened his eyes.

With his hands crossed over his chest, he said with a self-deprecating smile on his face, "Hmph... That little brat? He put another one. ”

The little kid he said was Tu Chuanxin.

Yang Zhiwen looked at the base of the figure silently, there was a black card pasted there, and the white characters and black curtain were particularly dazzling and lingering.

[A righteous blow should be given]

There is also a row of small print below the card.

PS: Everyone believes that this blow was given by Satan, isn't it? Satan!

Looking at these lines, Yang Zhiwen's face showed an inadvertent smile, and he didn't even notice this inadvertently.

"Well, now the clues are sufficient." Yang Zhiwen maintained a posture with his hands on his hips, and his head shook from side to side.

At this moment, Yang Zhiwen thought silently in his heart.

The first day I actually saw the child, the first day the black card appeared.

After Tu Chuanxin got off the bus, Yang Zhiwen inadvertently found the card that appeared out of thin air under his seat.

[Why the Pursuit of Justice, Change or Compromise]

If this sentence is said to be Yang Zhiwen nine times out of ten, then the second black card that was discovered must be Zhou Yang.

It's still black with a base, but the words on it are a distorted green.

[Have you ever regretted what you did]

I heard that the third black card was found, and the weather forecaster Zhou Yinglan, who originally died in Robert's Cafe, and Zhou Yinglan and Zhou Yang seem to be the relationship between a mistress and a mistress.

On the black card with a black background, a beige sentence is written.

【The benefits brought by the skin are simple and fast】

The above are the four black cards that have been all found so far, and at the moment when Yang Zhiwen sighed slightly and lowered his eyelids, the answer had been waiting in his mind for a long time.

Those who hold black cards, if they are not dragons in people, are flies and insects in the streets, and the book of black cards of people who is a dragon is completely denied, and they wander in today's rules on their own; The flies and insects of people poke at the heart and write between the lines into the bone marrow.

Yang Zhiwen remembered the black card written to himself [Why is the justice pursued, change or compromise]

Why Seek Justice? Yang Zhiwen raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the roof blankly, as if he had forgotten...

The cold bright light hit Yang Zhiwen's face so directly, he didn't choose to dodge, but greeted it with his enlarged eyes.

Soon Yang Zhiwen entered the memory, he was like a strange passer-by, quietly looking indifferently in the memory.

On the way home as a child.

On his way home from school to pick up the rubbish, he saw a police officer put down a passer-by, who coincidentally often came to his house to look for his mother, and the passers-by acquiesced to the officer's behavior, and everyone stopped slightly, but walked away after a while.

No one questioned, no one objected, no one had any expressions or emotions, and everyone didn't even know if what the officer was doing was right or wrong.

But Yang Zhiwen noticed it, and now that he thinks about it, he is extremely scary. Because, he was obsessed with watching the police put down the passerby, and the slightly clenched fist.

Is this what "he" yearns for? Yang Zhiwen recalled his image in his mind, and he once again looked at himself as a passerby, just like he looked at the police officer.

Under the miserable white light and the not too wide room, Yang Zhiwen was stunned, and his brain was short-circuited. The face was full of astonishment and incredulity, and of course more silence.

And he didn't realize it at this time, he called himself "he" as a child.

Unregulated power, the acquiescence of the people, and the right to use it without permission.

Is it "he" that drives these drives? Is that really the case? No... No way!

Maybe a person has been thinking about it for a long time, and he will always think about the cases that have happened as a bystander, and stay out of the matter, but at this moment, he suddenly discovered something.

"He" is me, and there is no fundamental difference in nature between me and "him".

Yang Zhiwen's face was very ugly, I don't know if it was because of the cold lighting, or if it was like this. But now, he seems to have forgotten to breathe, and the sound of his heartbeat seems to be slowly decreasing in the quiet room where only his own heartbeat can be heard in the legendary room.

Why Seek Justice?

Coming back to his senses from his mind, Yang Zhiwen was not facing the chandelier at this moment, but squinted his eyes, and his head turned back and forth, left and right, as if he was looking for something? He couldn't help but get nervous.

"He..." Yang Zhiwen gasped slightly, and put all the physical evidence that could be taken away into the physical evidence bag, only to see that he was cautious, but he moved quickly and skillfully put all the things he had found in the safe into the physical evidence belt.

And for the things that could not be taken away, such as the blood marks and smashing marks on the table, Yang Zhiwen encountered a special spray to keep the evidence durable, and then took photos to preserve.

The white-colored spray was taken out of Yang Zhiwen's belt and walked to the physical evidence that needed protection, only to see him press the sprinkler head violently, and the mist filled the entire room with a "zizi" sound.

After Yang Zhiwen finished spraying, he took out a portable camera from his waist bag and began to take pictures of physical evidence. He kept asking questions about himself, wanting to get the answer to his question to take a breath, but he knew the answer this time but couldn't effectively control himself.

I'm anxious about something, there's plenty of time, but why? I... I'm out of control...!

The panic spread to every hair of Yang Zhiwen, extending to every inch of pores, penetrating the epidermis of the skin, flowing into the blood and entering the bone marrow, ruling his whole body

He began to scream frantically, and then babbled. The look on his face was full of his struggles and fear, and the uneasiness turned into a rough voice that filled the room.

"Help... Help me, can anyone tell me where the exit is? Who? Who's there! Come out for me, I'm so scared! ”

The physical evidence bag was swaying from side to side in Yang Zhiwen's hand, and he was looking nervously around at the moment. He knew where the exit from the room out of the warehouse was, and he hadn't blinded him to see the door out, but he was roaring helplessly and sadly.

"Where's the exit? I can't see! ”

Tears slipped down his face for the first time in the real sense, for the first time in the real sense. For many years, pain, remorse, chagrin and self-blame, sadness and numbness that are difficult to tell and vent have erupted like a gush of water at this moment.

The height of the fountain does not exceed its source, and the pain you endure depends on your resentful heart.

But at this moment, when the water of the fountain was at its highest, he suddenly understood something.

Yang Zhiwen's expression became slightly restrained, and his expression became nervous: "I don't want to change the world at all, I... Just trying to prove my ability, who am I fooling? ”

With that deception, he seems to have gone crazy.

Finally, he noticed the doorway in front of him, and he didn't want to stay in this place anymore.

Then Yang Zhiwen pushed the door out in a panic, put everything in his backpack, left the back mountain warehouse, and walked to the side of the road with an uneasy expression.

"Taxi, taxi... Taxicab! Yang Zhiwen waved his hand and shouted frantically on the side of the road, not knowing what he was dodging.

The memories in his mind ran into his brain without authorization.

Elementary school years, recess, police games.

A cheerful alarm bell rang throughout the decaying campus, and my classmates were surrounding me like stars holding the moon.

In fact, I have long known that the rejection of a weak person will not be effectively reciprocated, and that a person's helping hand to another person needs to be built on the basis of his own strength, so no one can help him, not even have mercy.

"Hey, freak, unsociable." Sentences like these spread through the crowd, "Isn't he a madman?" I heard that her mom was a personality worker. "Yes, yes! My dad still seems to talk about it a lot. ”

I can't argue with it, it's an established fact, but do I really want to accept such an assessment?

"I..." I was about to speak, but I was interrupted.

Sinners don't need to speak, sinners are sins, righteous people will punish criminals, righteous people will get full support.

I still can't forget that classmate Gu Li, because his strength was really strong, because I remember that his uppercut was really painful.

"What a strong righteous attack." "Well played." "I've long seen that he is not pleasing to the eye, so he is angry for us." The eyes of the classmates revealed a fanatical look, looking at the Gu Li who used the righteous nirvana.

The expression and posture on Gu Li's face showed absolute confidence and strength, and the eyebrows and body movements of him and his classmates made those who surrounded me tacitly understand.

"Let's use our combined stunt to kill the impact!" They swung their fists high and couldn't put down their fists at me, and evil was lost in the face of justice.

I remember in that diary when I was a child, if I became a policeman, the darling of justice, I must... Definitely!

"Bi, Bi..." A yellow taxi was honking its horn at the moment, and seeing that Yang Zhiwen did not respond, the driver controlled the car to aim the front of the car at Yang Zhiwen and turned on the high beam.

"Eh, what are you doing? What's wrong with you. The driver saw that there was no response to the high beams shining on him, so he got out of the car and walked to Yang Zhiwen's side and patted him on the shoulder.

The driver's heavy palm slapped Yang Zhiwen's shoulder, but seeing that he didn't react, then grabbed his collar with his right hand, shook his body, and finally could only shout to him close to his ear: "Hey, you play Lao Tzu!" ”

Well? It looks like someone is calling me. In the memories in the depths of his mind, Yang Zhiwen couldn't help but remind himself.

Wake up!

Just when the driver thought that Yang Zhiwen took advantage of his position, he took too much poison and was hallucinating. Yang Zhiwen's eyes suddenly flickered left and right at this time.

"Fuck off, waste my time." The driver looked at Yang Zhiwen with disdain and turned around and wanted to leave, but with a hand on the driver's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bother you." Yang Zhiwen's eyes still revealed uneasiness, his mouth was panting, and he pointed to his blue police uniform: "There was an emergency just now, and I was shocked..." Where to go this time? ”

"Chenghu East Road, I have to go back to sleep and let myself have a good rest." At this moment, Yang Zhiwen didn't realize that the driver in front of him was the driver who sent him here before, of course, in her state, she couldn't think about anything for the time being.

When I get home, I'll have to talk to my dad, maybe I... Not the kind of person he hoped for.

Yang Zhiwen lowered his head, looked at his shadow on the car window, and fell into deep self-blame.

And in today's police station, it is another quiet day