He Xiao's roar echoed in the conference room like an echo in the valley, bringing out silence. Da Xuan remembered what Mrs. He said during the handwriting identification.

[Most of the strokes go down, and the character is pessimistic and misanthropic...... Thinking is easy to drill the horns...... The temperament should be less stable...... A guy who is a little crazy, timid and irritable, but very mobile. 】

Because of low self-esteem, he deliberately shows self-confidence, but often suddenly and irritably. Personality is sometimes really a double-edged sword, and both blades can be seen very clearly.

"Mr. He, do you know what you're talking about?" Da Xuan narrowed his eyes and asked slowly.

"What the ......"

"He Xiao! You are crazy! Zheng Jialong was still trying to stop him, "Don't say anything!" It doesn't matter! ”

"It doesn't matter what a fart! Lao Tzu didn't miss! Lao Tzu didn't let go of the group of* things that killed *thousand knife animals* and were not as good as life! You can do it! Why did Lao Tzu ......"

"Shut up! You're going to die, and you're going to die! Don't hitch a ride on anyone else! Zheng Jialong finally became angry, stood up and threw himself in front of the table, looking like he was going to climb onto the table and go directly to grab He Xiao's throat.

"Shut up, I'll say what's wrong! Damn them! Should-die-"

"He Xiao, you crazy man, ...... the"

Bang!!

The sudden crash and cracking suddenly interrupted all the noise.

Zheng Jialong froze in place, slowly looking down, a fragment of a glass teacup was slowly turning the final arc under his feet. He raised his head and, along with the eyes of the others, looked at Tian Hua by the window.

Tian Hua, who had been standing still by the window, had already turned around when no one was paying attention, and casually grabbed the glass on the coffee table on his side, quickly threw an arc and smashed it on the wall next to Zheng Jialong's ear, shattering into slag.

"What's the noise..."Tian Hua's voice was more flat than Da Xuan, but it was so cold that people couldn't speak, "Captain Zhou, don't stir up trouble anymore." I killed everyone, Yang Shutong, Song Zheng, Guo Yufeng, Lu Fang. I killed them all alone. Cyanide poison is used, and other violent means are also used. Tian Hua took a few steps lightly under the surprised gaze of everyone, pulled out a seat at random, and sat down.

"Mr. Tian......" Da Xuan felt a little ridiculous, "You killed so many people alone?" ”

"It can be killed. I don't have parents, I don't have children to take care of, I don't have a wife waiting for me next door, I don't have a burden, so ......" Tian Hua looked at He Xiao and Zheng Jialong coldly, "I killed everyone." ”

The corners of Da Xuan's eyes twitched, and he glanced at it, and immediately noticed that He Xiao and Zheng Jialong, like him, understood what Tian Hua meant!

He didn't want to survive this catastrophe at all, and planned to use himself to protect other people with families!

Tian Hua's gaze was very indifferent, and he raised his gaze lightly to meet the frowning eyes of Shang Da Xuan. Of all the interrogations, the most feared was a suicide bomber who had no intention of resisting at all and was charged with all the crimes.

"What are you waiting for, Captain Zhou?" Tian Hua casually picked up He Xiao's cigarette on the table and lit it, the smoke curling from his mouth blurred his expressionless face, "I have confessed, you want to be interrogated, isn't this what you want." ”

Da Xuan stared at him fixedly, and said clearly word by word, "What I want is the truth, not a confession." ”

Tian Hua actually let out a chuckle, "Things are already like this, the truth is not the truth, what's the point?" ”

"Meaningful," Da Xuan's voice echoed clearly in the conference room, "Your adoptive father Song Zheng has an old father who is over eighty years old in a nursing home, Yang Shutong also has a daughter and a grandson who has just turned five, Guo Yufeng's parents are still alive, these people need to know what happened to their relatives." The truth is as important to them as it was to you back then. ”

The three of them were stunned, and even Tian Hua, who was the most indifferent, frowned, the smoke from his fingertips burned, falling pieces of ashes.

"What these people who were killed meant to you and to your children back then, and what you did meant to their loved ones. Mr. Zheng, does it make sense for you to know where the injuries on your daughter's body came about, and to know who violated her? I can imagine that if you don't know the truth about your daughter, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep for the rest of your life. It is the same with you, and so with the relatives of those whom you have killed. ”

Zheng Jialong closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as if he couldn't bear it.

"You, me, and the dead, and their loved ones, are all ordinary people. Revenge satisfies your own hearts, but it also brings more 'meaning' to others. Da Xuan glanced at the three people in the conference room again, "So I ask again, how did you three get in touch?" ”

After Da Xuan's words, there was silence in front of him, and the three of them looked in their respective directions, as if they had a tacit understanding, and they didn't even look at each other. This made Da Xuan feel both confused and a little excited—he hit the nail on the head, and it was only then that they all collectively remained silent. But it also means that the answer to this question is probably more secret than who killed whom: who organized them!

Click, beep - a short noise of a loudspeaker turning on overhead in the quiet conference room.

Da Xuan glanced around the three of them, and his face showed more or less confusion like his.

A whispering woman's voice came over the radio, as if asking if the volume was enough...... Be...... Cacao!?

"Shoots."

He Xiao jumped on the seat. Zheng Jialong gasped.

These did not escape the eyes of the big ones who had been staring at them.

Coco's voice seemed to come from a far away place, "Invite them all to the sprout forum, let them see those children being photographed ****, and those people on the Internet are happily discussing how to play with children's bodies and let them understand...... The past will never pass. They used to be abused by adults, and now adults their age are still sexually abusing children. Without anyone to stop it, this thing will go on forever, forever. ”

So they had a common determination for revenge.

The voice from the radio made the faces of several people change again and again: "The most severe punishment for these people in the forum is only to stay in prison for a few years, when you still often have nightmares and can't forget all this, they have returned to the sun, every day in front of the clean window, watching the children jumping around after school, until one day I can't bear it anymore, and I start planning to catch one and take a picture......"

"Say no more!" Zheng Jialong covered his face, swayed his body back and forth in pain, and gasped wordlessly, "Please, don't talk about it......"

The faces of the three were ugly, and what came back to their minds was another voice they had heard.

[It will never end, and if they don't know what kind of punishment they deserve, they will never think that they have done wrong, and they will not stop violating more children.] Your future children may repeat everything you went through, and even if your child dies, such as Zheng Xinxin, she will still appear on the Internet, being caressed and licked by these people through the computer screen, stroking and licking her photos in self-defense. 】

Zheng Jialong knelt down under these words at that time, and the scene described by the voice and the photos on the young shoots forum formed a terrifying tsunami in his mind, which annihilated all his sanity. Revenge, let the man who slapped his daughter's **** and spread the word about buying and selling in the forum pay the most tragic price, only the thought of these can make his crazy throbbing nerves quiet for a moment.

So he agreed, he was willing to get his hands dirty and comfort his daughter's most innocent soul.

Be a real father.