After a long time of rambling, let's get down to business.

Of course, the killing of Wang Hongbao by Yang Gaya may not be as simple as killing people for money.

At half past six o'clock, the interrogation began, and next to the jayyangaya was a square stool with a cup of tea and a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter.

Jianyang Gaya took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it on the lighter, took a puff, and then took two sips of tea from the teacup.

Jianyang Gaya looks very satisfied and enjoying, time passes, with the change of the environment, people's desires will change somewhat.

The interrogation begins with the motive for the killing:

"Descending Yang Gaya, why did you kill Wang Hongbao?"

He smoked vigorously, probably not yet figuring out how to answer the question.

"Cigarettes and tea, we have provided them to you, I hope you are refreshing, since you have done it, don't cringe."

Descending Yang Gaya opened the lid of the teacup and took a few more sips of water.

This issue is very important to the comrades, and it is equally important for the people who embarked on the road of crime.

"Say whatever you think."

"Wang Hongbao really shouldn't die." After finishing speaking, he took a puff of cigarette and then let the smoke out of his nose.

"Since Wang Hongbao didn't deserve to die, why did you brutally kill him?"

"Revenge." Two words came out of his mouth, and a puff of smoke came out at the same time as the two words.

"Revenge? What revenge, to whom to take revenge? ”

"Take revenge on the man who gave birth to me—and forsaken me."

"So, you vent all your hatred on Wang Hongbao."

"I can only vent on him, Wang Hongbao is their only son, if you want to make them feel bad - if you want to make the Wang family cut off children and grandchildren, I can only do this. Wang Hongbao is their lifeblood, and they will only feel pain if they poke at their most painful spots. In this way, my heart will feel better, and I will also be painful, so I want to let them taste the pain of losing their loved ones. He gritted his teeth, his eyes shining with a cold, murderous light.

A ridiculous idea is bound to have a ridiculous outcome. On this issue, the biological parents of Jianyang Gaya are responsible, and it is they who brew this cup of bitter wine with their own hands.

"Your birth parents are good for you, too—at least they have the best for you."

"Wrong – very wrong. Giving a newborn child to someone else, do you say it's for the good of the child? A contemptuous smile hung over the corners of his mouth, "You might as well find someone to ask—or ask yourself, can you accept such a 'good'?" ”

"They put fifty oceans in your hug, and they gave you to a good man."

"Is this a money thing?"

"Aren't the couple treating you badly?"

"If it weren't for their kindness to me, then I'd be even more pitiful, two people who are not related by blood can see me as their own, but how did they do it—they gave me to an unrelated person—are there such cruel parents in the world? With such parents, there will inevitably be such a son, although I am not surnamed Wang, but I was born to them, aren't they cruel? Naturally, I inherited their characteristics. Is it better to be blue than blue? If I hadn't been more ruthless, I wouldn't have failed them. ”