At night, outside the door of Yi Feng's house.

The two people arranged by Huang Zeyu have been staring at the bungalow where Yi Feng lives.

When Yi Feng came back in the afternoon, he went into a room on the second floor and never came out.

When it got dark, the lights in that room came on.

"Do you think he's going to sneak out? I didn't see him come out of the room. One of them couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, absolutely not, I'll go and observe it in the afternoon. The room he had entered had no windows, and he had never come out of the room, so he must have stayed in the room. ”

"If he comes out, he can only come out through the door of that room, don't worry."

The other patted the man on the shoulder and said.

They didn't know that Yi Feng at this time had already arrived in another room from the secret passage in that room. Then jumped out of the window of another room and slipped out of the back around the bungalow.

Yi Feng's home was originally in the suburbs, and he didn't go far from home, walking for more than twenty minutes to reach an urban village.

There is a lot of chaos in this urban village, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is dirty and messy, so no one wants to take care of this side at all.

It was also late at night, and there were hardly any people on the streets of the urban village. Yi Feng walked outside one of the dilapidated houses, and closed the door directly after entering.

The house was empty, and there was nothing in it except a few chairs.

Wang Yue was sitting on a chair, looking at the terrified Song Wenjie. Seeing Yi Feng coming in, he hurriedly stood up.

"Brother Feng, how is it, I did well today, right?"

Wang Yue came over to ask for credit.

He was the one who threw gasoline bottles into Song Wenjie's ward on the top floor of the hospital today, and he was the one who knocked those bodyguards unconscious on the freight elevator.

In the freight elevator, after knocking out those people, he changed into a white coat and pushed Song Wenzhuo to come. When he encountered two bodyguards who were blocking him, he used the three-point magic finger that Yi Feng taught him to injure the thighs of the two people. then pushed Song Wenjie and came out of the hospital in a dignified manner.

His three-point divine finger has improved slightly, although he can hurt people, but he can't kill people.

"You're doing a great job, you're doing a great job."

Yi Feng patted him on the shoulder and said in appreciation.

was able to take Song Wenjie away so smoothly today, in addition to Huang Zeyu's release, it also benefited from Wang Yue's cooperation.

Although these were all taught to Wang Yue by Yi Feng, Wang Yue's execution is still very good.

The plan to take Song Wenjie away hadn't been thought of before Yi Feng entered the gate of the hospital. After entering the hospital, meeting Huang Zeyu, and seeing his attitude, Yi Feng thought of a temporary plan.

He was sitting in the hall on the second floor, just texting Wang Yue and teaching him how to do it.

At this time, Song Wenjie saw Yi Feng and roughly understood what was going on.

"You're the Inquisitor!?"

He was shocked.

"That's right, Song Wenjie, you're quite smart, you reacted so quickly."

"That's right, I'm the Inquisitor, what, surprised?"

Yi Feng pulled the chair in front of Song Wenjie and sat down, looking at him with a smile.

Song Wenjie froze on the spot, looking at Yi Feng incredulously.

He didn't expect that a student that Feng Xiaoyun often cared about was actually a judge. This serial killer has already met with him.

"Scared?" Seeing Song Wenjie trembling and his face frightened, Yi Feng sneered:

"When you are a bully, you do whatever you want with your money. When you bullied Feng Xiaoyun, imprisoned those four girls, and did all kinds of bad things. Have you ever thought you would be where you are today? ”

When Song Wenjie heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat and his expression was stiff, but he couldn't say a word.

He couldn't refute Yi Feng's words, and at this time, he didn't dare to shout with Yi Feng.

In front of him, there is a serial killer who kills people without blinking.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm a jerk myself and did a lot of wrong things. I will reflect on myself and be a good person in the future, please, let me go! ”

Song Wenjie suddenly cried bitterly, knocked his head on the ground, kept knocking, kept knocking.

Seeing this, Wang Yue did not have a trace of mercy, and said coldly:

"You know you're wrong now, what the are you doing. Those four girls have been driven crazy by you, if you can admit your mistakes, take the initiative to go to prison to atone for your crimes. The father of one of the girls isn't going to be mad enough to do stupid things, and you're not going to be here. ”

When Song Wenjie heard this, he cried even harder, kowtowed harder, and broke his head.

"There is a famous saying in Buddhism that says put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. As long as you can let go of evil thoughts, evil deeds, and evil words, and abandon evil and follow good, you can become a Buddha. Bad people, if you get better, you're also a good person, right? ”

At this time, Yi Feng suddenly said such a paragraph.

When Song Wenjie heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly echoed:

"Yes, yes, you're right, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! I am willing to correct and be a good person in the future. ”

Seeing this, Yi Feng sneered:

"But I don't quite understand, why do good people have to go through 9981 difficulties to become Buddhas, and wicked people only need to put down the butcher's knife to become Buddhas? What about the people they have done before and the people they have harmed? Can you make amends for the people you've hurt, can you make them act as if nothing happened? ”

"You can't, there's no fairness in this world, as you rich people often say. If you have money, you can do whatever you want, so there have always been very few people who preside over fairness. And those who are willing to uphold fairness, advocate justice, and they are not willing to be embarrassed, so they are often in a low position and cannot preside over fairness. ”

"But I can!" As he spoke, Yi Feng stood up, looked at Song Wenjie condescendingly, and said coldly:

"Song Wenjie, do you admit the sins you have committed!"

Song Wenjie trembled, and the smell of urine suddenly came out of his crotch.

He hurriedly begged for mercy again:

"I confess what I have done, I confess the sins I have committed. I beg you not to kill me, I really know it's wrong, give me a chance! ”

Yi Feng smiled suddenly and said, "I can give you a chance to atone for your sins." ”

As he spoke, he took a blank piece of paper and a pen and handed it to Song Wenjie.

"You wrote me down the immoral things you have done one by one. Then sign your name and put a handprint along the way. ”

As he spoke, Yi Feng also thoughtfully took out a box of red ink clay for him.

Seeing this, Song Wenjie's whole person was like falling into an ice cellar, and he knew what it would mean if he did what Yi Feng said. That would mean that he would be in prison for at least a dozen years.

The name he signed himself, the handprint he stamped, no matter how much energy his father Seinfeld had, could not protect him.

But if he didn't do it, Yi Feng might want his life right now.

Compared with freedom, life is more important.

So, according to what Yi Feng said, he wrote one crime after another on that piece of paper. Finally, the daimyo is signed and the handprint is stamped.

Yi Feng and Wang Yue put on gloves to prevent their fingerprints from being left on the piece of paper, and then took them over to take a look, and the two of them were dumbfounded.

"This beast!"

Wang Yue couldn't help but curse again.

Song Wenjie's accusations actually filled the entire paper, and every accusation can cause anger and resentment.

"I've done so, you can let me go, I'm not going to tell anyone you're a judge."

Song Wenjie knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

It was also at a critical juncture that he only sought to save his life and forgot the most basic.

Can Yi Feng believe that after he goes out, he won't confess himself?

And Yi Feng didn't plan to let him go.

"Wang Yue, open the cellar."

Yi Feng gave Wang Yue a look.

Wang Yue hurriedly walked to the corner of the room and opened the door of the cellar.

Yi Feng walked over, mentioned Song Wenjie, and walked towards the cellar.

"What are you doing! I did it, what the hell do you want to do! Song Wenjie shouted in horror.

"Are you stupid, do you think I can let you go back?"

Yi Feng didn't stop at his feet, and sneered:

"Actually, I can kill you in the hospital, it's easier to do that."

"But I'm not going to let you die so easily, and you'll be relieved of everything. But those who have been hurt by you will not come out of the shadows because of your death. ”

"So I'm going to punish you for keeping those four girls in the secret room and driving them crazy. I'll lock you up in the cellar and let you feel their fear. ”

"It's just that you can bring them food, but there's no one here to bring you food."

Yi Fengyin smiled sympathetically and kicked Song Wenjie into the cellar.

Song Wenjie scolded below, scolding all the swear words.

But Yi Feng didn't pay any attention to him and locked the cellar door. Then he brought a bucket of cement and asked Wang Yue to paste it on the door of the cellar, leaving only a small hole so that air could enter the cellar.

Yi Feng's original intention was not to suffocate Song Wenjie. He wanted Song Wenjie to be in it, feel the fear of those girls, and then starve to death inside.

"Let's go, send this confession to Huang Zeyu."

After Wang Yue finished doing something, Yi Feng said to him.