It was a small room in the house, and Fan Shuhua didn't hide it.

There was a row of bookshelves with some books. There is also a row of white low wooden shelves, somewhat similar to the shelves of a bookstore. On each compartment, a person's name is pasted, and a black softcover notebook is placed. Some notebooks are very old, and some are still new. Black and white, somewhat eye-catching.

You Mingxu didn't recognize the names of several people on the first few grids, but soon saw acquaintances:

Gu Tiancheng, Xiang Rong, Chen Zhaoci, Li Mingdi, Li Biran, Ming Tao......

Everyone, a black upholstery.

You Mingxu and Yin Feng each picked up a copy and flipped through it.

It was full of handwriting, and Yin Feng said: "It's Fan Shuhua's words." You Mingxu flipped through Gu Tiancheng's book and was secretly surprised. It records Gu Tiancheng's life in great detail, starting from the date of birth, place of birth, parents, whether the family has a genetic history and criminal history.

It also includes Gu Tiancheng's growth experience from childhood to adulthood, academic performance, teacher evaluation, honors and punishments received. There were also several violent fights and experiences of serious mistakes.

After this, Fan Shuhua wrote several pages full of personality traits and psychoanalytic conclusions.

After that, it is a detailed record of Gu Tiancheng's every crime. Including how he selected the target, tracked the target, the characteristics of the scene, the method of killing, and the disposal of the body. There is also Fan Shuhua's analysis of the effect of each case and the matching degree with Gu Tiancheng's psychological needs...... The statement is very calm and objective, as if it is not describing a killing, but recording observations.

After flipping through a few books like this, You Mingxu was frightened.

It turns out that every punisher is just a book that has been written.

Yin Feng's face became more and more cold.

"Actually, there is no such thing as a battle between good and evil," he said. When is human nature a few words that an idea can be outlined? The truth of this organization is that the creators have long been unrecognizable. Under the banner of seeking the truth and discerning the truth, even she believes in it, and also believes in those followers who are in a desperate situation. Actually, it was just the last straw they could grasp. But that straw is also fake. The fundamental problem is in her heart, and it is also in their hearts.

She and Gu Tiancheng, and Mingtao and Chen Zhao resigned...... And every psychopathic we've ever seen, no different. By controlling them to commit crimes and kill, she gets intense satisfaction. These notebooks are proof.

But she was too smart, too knowledgeable, too aware of the criminal mind. She couldn't bear to be like them, so she put up the banner of 'all good is dead, all evil is pursued', convincing herself that she was not a sick criminal, but a savior. She lives in a dark lie that is like a bubble and bright in color. ”

You Mingxu smiled and said, "According to what you say, the Punisher Organization is actually nothing. But it still tosses us enough. ”

Yin Feng also smiled: "This is the true face of all evils. Looking at the teeth and claws, bloody and cruel, but when you break through that layer of skin, all the souls living in it are cowardly and lowly. ”

His fingers continued to slide over the wooden frame, the penultimate square, empty, with the marks of someone tearing off the place where the person's name was attached. The two looked at each other.

One book is missing.

And in the last box, instead of the name of the person, the name of the place - "TV station".

Yin Feng took down this book, and You Mingxu looked through it with him. A very detailed criminal plan was recorded in it. Placed in this position, it means that this is the ultimate criminal attempt of Fan Shuhua and the punishers.

The two looked up and looked out the window, in a certain direction.

Everything about the Punisher is finally coming to an end tonight.

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As early as when Yin Feng became a scapegoat, he had already concluded that the ultimate punishment plan was coming.

After listening to Fan Shuhua and Yin Chen's call records, Yin Feng had already grasped their plan.

So tonight, at the same time as the arrest plan for Fan Shuhua, there is also a comprehensive closure of the "TV station".

And getting that black soft cover book is even more powerful for the police.

Xiangcheng TV Station is located on the bank of the Xiangjiang River, is a magnificent building, shining in the night.

At this time, at the entrance of the building, there was a shuttle of people.

There will be 200 spectators who will enter the building and participate in the recording of a variety show. They held tickets, lined up for security checks, laughed and laughed, and the atmosphere was lively and relaxed.

Around the building, there were many cars parked, and there was silence.

The audience is almost there. A few security guards came over to change shifts at the security checkpoint.

Two of the security guards who had been replaced walked straight to the building. The two of them did not squint, as if they had nothing to do with the excitement around them, and they were not noticeable.

Two people take the elevator to the 50th floor. This is the studio where the show will be recorded tonight.

The audience stepped out of the elevator and was pouring into the studio. The two walked to the side of the staircase, opened the fire door, and dodged inside.

Tonight, the position of the two on duty is here.

Who would have expected that the fire door closed behind the two just now, and a group of people suddenly jumped out of the originally dark and silent stairs up and down. The two of them were taken aback and turned around to run, but the fire door seemed to be welded to the ground and did not move.

In the blink of an eye, the men had pounced, their movements rough and fierce. The two of them are like shrimp thrown into a fish basket, and they can only jump on the spot. Soon, their hands, legs, backs, and necks were all suppressed and they couldn't move. Someone said coldly in his ear: "You have been arrested! ”

Meanwhile.

Ground floor hall.

In an elevator that is rising.

In the pedestrian walkway outside the studio on the 50th floor.

The audience was eagerly conversing and elated. However, in the crowd, there were always one or two people, strong and sturdy, dressed in ordinary and inconspicuous clothes, wearing peaked caps, not talking to anyone, and having a cold temperament.

And the surrounding audience didn't seem to notice him at all.

For a moment, the person may have a strange sense of crisis and slowly raised his head. But when I saw the men and women around me, tall, short, fat and thin, there was really nothing unusual.

So he lowered his head again.

Several locations, different crowds, all at the same time!

The men moved to the target's side at some point, isolating him from the general audience. Even in the entire elevator, there is not a single ordinary audience. Someone coughed lightly, and the target suddenly looked up—

It's late!

Like a pack of vicious tigers, the police pounced and knocked people to the ground in two seconds.

"You're arrested!"

Backstage in the studio, control room.

The middle-aged director sat behind the broadcast screen, smoking a cigarette and his face was solemn. The ashtray in front of him was full.

The young female assistant director stood behind him, staring intently at the pictures coming from the cameras one by one.

The door to the control room was suddenly pushed open, and two strange men walked in, raising their guns.