Before the person in front of him could react, Wu Changsheng rushed into the building, and a noise passed, only to see Wu Changsheng curled up in the corner, constantly arching inside, as if he wished to arch a hole so that he could get in and hide.

The people around were a little worried, and even several people sighed, wondering what hurt this teenager had suffered?

They stared at the young man in front of them, who was trembling all over, holding his legs with his hands and looking extremely helpless, and when the young man refused to communicate, they did not dare to come forward to ask at will, lest it bring him excitement and be more seriously frightened.

"Are you alright? Rest assured, we are here and no one can hurt you. The gentle voice sounded in Wu Changsheng's ears, with some reassurance, he cautiously raised his head and quickly glanced at the person in front of him, although he was wearing a solemn police uniform, but she looked very gentle, and she could easily be trusted.

Wu Changsheng didn't answer, his forehead was full of cold sweat, his bangs were wet and sticky to his face, the eyes were rich blue-black, he didn't look well, his clothes and body were bruised on the left and gray on the right, and he was very embarrassed.

He was scared, very afraid.

It was as if a hole had been opened in his heart, and an endless chill came out of that hole and roamed through his body.

He was tired, but he couldn't tell, he couldn't explain everything that was going on, as well.

He killed his brother with his own hands, even if his brother could not be called a living person in that state, but the knife was indeed stabbed into it, and his brother was killed by him and not by him, and no one would believe him.

Not a single ......

Until a wave of heat appeared, warm enough to make him want to cry, Wu Changsheng felt his hair being gently stroked, patiently again and again, making him relax slightly.

Restrained tears fell like that, and he bit his lip and tried not to choke out of his throat.

The female police officer handed him a glass of warm water, and the right hand placed on Wu Changsheng's head did not take it away, he took a big sip of it in a hurry with a trembling voice, wanting to calm himself down a little. But I choked on it because I was in too much of a hurry!

The tears that were finally stopped burst out of tears again, and the policewoman stroked his back instead, and patted him a few times, Wu Changsheng was a little embarrassed to peek at the other party, and happened to meet the other party's smiling eyes.

He relaxed like that, and the policewoman felt his gradually calming mood, rubbed his head, and motioned with her eyes to let the people around him disperse.

After a while, he pulled him up, sat down on a chair on the side, and said with a slight smile: "What's your name?" My name is Ye Qiusheng, and you look about the same age as my child. ”

Wu Changsheng lowered his head and whispered to her: "My name is Wu Changsheng......"

Before Ye Qiusheng could continue to get close to him, Wu Changsheng said bluntly: "I think someone wants to kill me!" ”

"Tell me?" Ye Qiusheng put on a posture of listening, and did not ask Wu Changsheng why, but just motioned for him to continue.

"On the 3/9th, a group of us taught a lesson, and then that person jumped off the building and committed suicide." Wu Changsheng lowered his head, his voice was hoarse, and a word seemed to be ground out of his vocal cords.

It was hard and painful, Ye Qiusheng didn't speak and listened silently, but there was a dullness in her eyes.

"Later, the friends who had bullied him that day died one after another, and I felt that it was coming to me soon...... I think someone is taking revenge! It must be so! As he spoke, Wu Changsheng's breath became rapid again, as if he could suppress the weakness in his heart and the feeling of hair behind his back.

"I know, because it's a homicide now, the situation is more serious, and we need to make a record." Ye Qiusheng smiled at him soothingly, and called two policemen to take him to the soundproof room to make a record.

"As far as you know, how many people do you think have died now?" Ye Qiusheng didn't seem to have any intention of asking on the way to the inquiry room.

"Nine people, except me, are dead."