Everyone, fully armed, approached the three earthen houses from several directions. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Mu Sen and Mo Ziqi followed Captain Wu at the front. They couldn't imagine what the situation was like for this teenager who had gone through hell and then became a part of it.

Did he really kill his own father? Can he really abuse and torture his stepmother in front of his father?

As they approached the earthen house, as they got closer and closer, everyone was surprised to find that they could faintly hear the singing.

It is a humming song, powerless, poignant, and even the numbness of the singer can be heard.

This should ...... It was An Yang's voice.

He's actually singing?

Mussen made a gesture that stopped everyone. Then he listened intently, the familiar old melody.

"The south wind blows coolly...... The nightingale cries sadly...... The flowers under the moon are like dreams, only the night is fragrant...... Fragrant ......"

Mo Zidi's eyes widened in disbelief, and he whispered to himself: "It's "Night Fragrance", ......"

"Hmm......" Mussen replied symbolically. He knew that singing this song from An Yang's mouth was awkward, or a little out of place. Not to mention that he is unlikely to like such old songs at the age of less than twenty, let's just say that An Yang's personality twist and bloody and violent tendencies don't look like he can sing this kind of song.

Music is a wonderful thing. It's not an exaggeration to say that it can control people's minds. It can grasp human emotions, moods. For example, if a person listens to a sad song repeatedly in a calm situation, his emotions will soon become sad for no reason. Another example is that a person in a very frustrating and painful situation will feel disgust and disgust when he hears a cheerful song, let alone let him sing it. It's even more impossible.

Therefore, in An Yang's current state of complete bloody violence, he should not be able to sing such a tactful and quiet song as "Night Fragrance".

Of course, there are several things that can keep him in a state of calm. One is that both the father and stepmother are dead, and the revenge will be avenged. Peace of mind. The second is that he is still in the process of torturing them, looking for that calm and melodious in the extreme stimulation.

It's like the well-known crime movie character Hannibal, who just listens to Chopin, Bach, and those noble and elegant classical music while eating people. It's a complex psychological change, the extreme of anger and rage, and it's possible to be completely calm.

But it sounds hard to imagine which is more likely. Because none of them heard screams or cries for help. Of course. If this kid had been smarter, he should have kept the victim out of his voice. So it's a bit too early to infer whether the hostages are dead or alive.

In the open and barren field, as the police approached, the low and hoarse singing became clearer and clearer.

As a psychology expert, Mo Zitong can even hear the sadness and despair that belong to the singer in this originally bright song.

Mo Ziqi looked at Mu Sen, wanting to ask him if he had any thoughts on the situation in front of him and if he wanted to consider other plans.

But Mu Sen shook his head and waved his hand at Captain Wu seemingly with a hard heart. Motioned for him to get moving.

In fact, Mo Zitong understands Mu Sen's psychology, and he is not unwilling to save this young man. Rather, there is no better way to do it than to catch him now. Perhaps for An Yang, he had already died in his teens. Died in the indecency of his stepmother, in the sound of the howling wind on the side of the road, and in the quiet of the river.

So no matter what kind of lecture anyone has to him now, it can't change the facts in front of him. And now saving people is far more important than indoctrination. L's deadline is like a tight spell on Mu Sen's head, and the deadline to solve the case is the rule of the game. No matter how much pity he had for the teenager. None of them can risk violating this rule. Because the cost of breaking the rules of the game is that more innocent people will be caught up in killing/killing and dying.

With a loud "bang", Captain Wu and the others broke in. However, the singing did not stop abruptly. Immediately afterward, Mu Sen saw three or four police officers rushing out of the house with their mouths covered, and then they vomited.

Seemingly. The scene in that house shouldn't be too pretty.

Mu Sen and Mo Ziqi didn't care about that, and they couldn't have vomited because of some severed limbs or decomposing cat and dog corpses. They hurried to the front and entered the broken house.

These mud houses, which were once used by farmers to rest, now look like torture chambers and slaughterhouses. In a corner on the left, there are several corpses of stray cats and dogs, but they don't look like they've been dead for a long time. These should be Anyang's recent "masterpieces".

In the inner room, there is a layer of plastic cloth as a partition, and there seem to be two simple "beds" inside, although it is difficult to see who is lying on the bed, but the intestines that flow all over the ground are shocking.

In the middle, a bloodied teenager is grinding a sickle while humming "Night Fragrance" softly. He didn't seem to see the police officers rushing in, and he was still busy with his work.

On the ground, because it was soil, all the blood seeped into the soil. Now it seems that that large area of black and red land should have absorbed the blood of many people.

Behind An Yang, a woman was hanging. I'm afraid that's the root cause of those cops spitting out.

The woman was naked, covered in blood, and her face was covered with milk and honey, which attracted countless flies, worms, and maggots, and she must have been able to feel her face being eaten by maggots. It's just that because the tongue/head was pulled out and pierced, and there was something metal hanging on it, she couldn't scream or shout. Saliva and blood mixed with drooping on his chest/front, and he couldn't bear the cruel torture with his head up.

She tilted her head, not because of the stubbornness of "I'd rather die than give in", but because she couldn't lower her head.

Around her neck, there is also a "delicate" torture instrument. It was a sharp double-headed fork and a belt. The belt was tied around her neck and the fork was tied so that one end of the fork was against her chin and the other end was propped up on her sternum. In this way, she can only be hung with her head up, unable to sleep or bow her head, otherwise the sharp fork will pierce her jaw and sternum if her head sags down. (To be continued.) )