Coco walked out of the side door of the hall of the Public Security Bureau, and it was raining in the city, in addition to covering the night. Raindrops hit the buildings and fled in the light of the streetlights.

There weren't many people left in the streets, and they all seemed to be hiding in their proper rooms, in brightly lit rooms, ignoring the darkness outside the windows.

The driver in the taxi looked at Xun Keran, who had been silent, from the rearview mirror, "Little girl, are you still working overtime so late?" ”

Coco smiled noncommittally and remained silent.

She didn't have to listen to the interrogations in the conference room, she didn't have to know how those people had been seduced by their wounded and twisted souls and stepped into darkness on their own. How did those people obediently obey the arrangement, exchanging the targets of hatred with each other, and poisoning the targets of strangers at all.

She doesn't have to listen, and she doesn't care.

The only thing she cared about in front of her was that goal.

Both intuition and hearing the interrogation showed that the person who organized all this, went to the hospital to mend the knife after his subordinates failed to murder Lu Fang, and sprayed poison on Bai Ling was the same person.

The obsession is the deepest, the means are the most ruthless, and the farthest is planned. She didn't know how long it had taken this man to do all this.

It was raining heavily, and the taxi driver was shining the light on the road in front of Coco before leaving, Coco looked back at him, he rolled down the window, "It's okay little girl, I'll shine the light on you, don't slip in the rain, go quickly!" ”

Coco was stunned for a moment before he smiled unconsciously. On the same night, strangers, the simplest kindness, and the most cruel treatment between intimate people, were silently presented in the rain.

The security guard on duty in the lobby of the office building was dozing, and Coco almost silently walked through the hall and took the elevator to the door of the young sprout's office. Putting on her gloves, tearing off the seals, and flashlighting, she felt like a living soul who had broken into another dark grave.

She couldn't think of a better place to ponder the case than here.

Bypassing the large wall at the main entrance, the large office space behind it can be seen at a glance, and the only few desks have more dust than the last time, and it seems that no one has entered since the last seal.

Coco looked back, and the pictures on the big wall still existed silently. Although she took many photos of the scene during the last physical evidence survey, and she had seen it many times in the folder, the feeling of really standing in front of all this far outweighed the depression of a few physical evidence photos. She had counted in the physical evidence, nine rows, nine columns, nine nine hundred and eighty-one photographs, eighty-one children, and eighty-one pains......

And far more than eighty-one ******.

It's a completely different feeling to be in the same place when you're in the crowd and when you're standing alone.

Xun Keran found a floor not far away, sat down cross-legged on the ground, took out the treasure bead in his pocket, opened the wrapping paper and put it in his mouth.

Moonlight shone in through a row of floor-to-ceiling glass behind him, moving slowly across the floor at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

She and the moonlight were accompanied only by the faces that were pale in the dark.

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Su Xiaozhe is smoking.

The brothers in his dorm would be surprised if they saw it, because he was always the first to open the window in the smoky dorm room and joked that everyone else would get lung cancer. He never smoked, and was ridiculed many times for not being a gentleman.

It turns out that nothing is absolutely constant, but it has not been pushed into a corner.

Bai Ling's rescue had just ended, and the doctor didn't say much to him, who was not a family member, but just shook his head. He had no choice but to follow the rescue doctor all the way and listen to him explain to the head of the police force.

Rescue is rescue, but toxicity will damage many aspects, whether you can wake up now, whether there will be other effects is not known for the time being.

"Hey! Smoking is not allowed in the inpatient area! The nurse shouted not far away, but was quietly stopped by a man.

Xue Yang stood beside Xiao Zhe.

The smoker only looked up at him, then lowered his voice silently.

"I was supposed to come back with him." Xue Yang said to himself, "If I were with him, that guy probably wouldn't be so arrogant." ”

"No...... Xiaozhe's voice was hoarse, "the difference is just whether it's one person or two people who are poisoned." ”

Also, Xue Yang was silent for a while, turned around and wanted to leave, but only took one step, "I'll go back to the police force in a while." I can only ...... Finding that guy and catching her was the only thing I could do. Xue Yang's gaze fell on the door of Bai Ling's ward not far away, "So, Su Xiaozhe, you stay here and ...... for us When he wakes up, laugh like a ...... He likes you like that. ”

Su Xiaozhe was stunned when he faced the dark blue night scene outside the window.

Xue Yang's footsteps had already gone far, and Su Xiaozhe hadn't come back to his senses yet. Xun Keran's words came back to his ears.

He is a policeman, and he does not have the consciousness to sacrifice at any time, so he does not become a policeman.

He remembered once joking with Bai Ling, saying that our police station would prepare a suicide note like the TV series?

Unexpectedly, Bai Ling told him with a serious face, yes, everyone who enters the criminal police team has a write, and it is still a habit that began when the old captain died.

Only now did he understand how much weight that seemingly joking sentence had.

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The quiet space was only the sound of Coco breathing alone, she was fed up with being led by the nose by the person who did it all, and fed up with seeing the dead and the murderer with a victim's face, and she chose this place because there was no better place than the shoots to see what the person wanted to express.

Look, you useless cops, these children are suffering all this right under your noses, and you do nothing, just like you did back then, watching us suffer, holding on to perfunctory excuses not to meddle in the housework, watching us beaten all over our bodies until we die.

The photo wall in front of me is a piece of death proof, a testament to all these childhood and innocent deaths.

The moonlight was pale white, shooting a diagonal line in the air, and Coco's body became a block in the light, and in front of her eyes, the moonlight shone out tiny particles floating in the air, which were subtle in front of Coco's eyes. The office has been cordoned off since the last search, and these photographs, like the pain in the hearts of the children in the photographs, have passed through the day and night in silence and no one, repeating, in the past, never forgotten and never noticed.

The Juvenile Protection Act has been in place for so many years, but in reality, who among us has ever saved a child from an abusive parent or adult? Every day, the newspapers report on news such as "Drunk Father Pulls Out Four Fingernails of His Own Son and Beggs on the Roadside", "Kindergarten Teacher Grabs Children's Ears and Lifts Them Off the Ground to Take Pictures for Fun", in addition to eye-catching, what have we done to protect every child who is hurt? It's more like this wall, I don't even know how to say the pain.

We ignore it, we pretend we can't do anything about it, until one day the harm happens to our own children, or until one day we realize that the victim we ignored has become an unsuspecting murderer.

Xun Keran closed her eyes and rubbed her temples weakly, and she began to wonder what she could experience other than deep guilt when she stayed here.

What is the point of the truth, or confession? Tian Hua's almost desperate statement seemed so natural.

Coco covered her face and took a deep breath unconsciously. The mobile phone in her pocket vibrated for a moment, she took it out and saw a text message from Da Xuan on the screen, "Bai Ling is rescued, observe for the time being." ”

Bai Ling, yes, and Bai Ling. Why doesn't it make sense? If it is meaningless to hurt others, murder, and the truth, then why is Bai Ling so desperately pursuing?

Xun Keran took a deep breath and was suddenly stunned, she smelled a hint of jasmine. She turned her head to see that the office was transparent from the front and back, and it was impossible to hide others. She remembered that the physical evidence had inspected every corner at that time, where did the jasmine come from, no, sniff it carefully, yes, osmanthus?

Coco stood up and rummaged through the cabinets and drawers beside her, sniffing around like a drug detection dog, but couldn't find the source of the scent of the flowers. After going around in a circle, I finally returned to the floor where I was sitting, and I couldn't smell the flowers clearly anywhere else. Particles floating in the moonlight were clearly visible in her vision. She slowly turned her head, as if she had entered a magic barrier, and approached the huge photo wall step by step, and clues slowly formed in her mind, photos, flowers, cyanide, poison, and the words Bai Ling......

She stood in front of the photo wall in a daze, closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, a bright light shone on her face.

"Don't move!"

"Hands up!!"

When the police gun was pointed at Xun Keran's face, she only heard her ask, "Do you smell the flowers?" ”