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Fu Jing Xin in the building opened his laptop, clicked on a folder, and a picture appeared on the screen, which was the surveillance screen in this room, which contained Xi Yao and Fu Jing Xin, as well as their conversation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the four corners of the room, four cameras are installed.

Fu staring Xin pressed the enter key, the picture froze, he double-clicked the mouse, enlarged the silk spread out in Xi Yao's hand, he looked at the girl on the silk with interest, and muttered to himself, "Fan Chen, people say that you are above death, but I don't believe it, everyone in the world has weaknesses, unless, you are the god of death!"

Fu Xingxin took out a document from his briefcase, it was the one signed by Cui Zhenan, he walked into the back room with the document, through a narrow passage, the light was dim, at the end of the passage was an iron door, there was a row of numbers and a display screen on the iron door, he entered the password, the iron door opened automatically, and he entered the door.

It was a closed room with no windows, and even the air was a little stiff. Vertical mirrors are placed all around, including the floor and ceiling. Standing in the center of the room, the mirrors were stacked on top of each other, and there were countless Fursin in the mirrors, which made people feel very weird.

Fürsin walked up to one of the mirrors, clasped his fingers on the edges and corners between the two mirrors, and with a slight break, the mirror opened, and inside was a neat row of lattices, in which all kinds of documents, files, and objects were placed in an orderly manner. Fürsin pulled out a blue file box from a compartment, and in the large box lay only half a yellowed piece of paper, and on one side of the paper was a circle of black marks, which had been burned by the fire. There was a portrait of half a girl on the paper, and her face was the same as that of a girl on a silk.

This was the case behind many mirrors, with dozens of grids filled with labels that read "Dust," and he walked in as he walked over to another mirror, pushed, and the mirror retracted, and he walked inside.

Fürsin walked over to the bed, where a young girl lay with her eyes closed serenely.

Frosin stroked the girl's face, his gaze was like that of a loving father, but it was fleeting, and soon turned into a serious, unsmiling appearance. He walked over to the cupboard, put down his papers, put on rubber gloves, and behaved gentlemanly even though no one was watching him. He took out a jar containing a black liquid, he unscrewed the lid and poured the liquid into a rectangular glass container. Underneath the container was a row of protruding buttons, and he turned one of the cylindrical switches. He picked up the document again, and carefully tore off a layer of film, as thin as a cicada's wings, covered with full words, and the rest of the document became a blank piece of paper, except for the three words "Cui Zhenan" at the bottom right.

Fur placed the white paper in a container with a black liquid poured beforehand.

Ten minutes later, Fursin carefully scooped up the paper and laid it flat on the glass plate. He turned on the dryer, and the blackened paper slowly faded, revealing white, leaving only black handwriting, which gradually appeared on the white paper.

It is a confession, signed by Cui Zhenan, who admits manslaughter and voluntarily accepts trial and punishment, and all the consequences are borne by himself.

The victim's name was blank. This was the usual method used by Fernsin, when he needed to kill and did not want to be judged, he would find a scapegoat.

He placed the confession in a box behind the mirror, which contained a thick wad of paper, all of which were identical documents, with the words "Trial" on them.

There was a crazy man in the crowd, dressed in dirty clothes and unkempt, who was shuttling through the streets all the time, and from time to time he grabbed the arms of passers-by, bared his teeth and told each other mysteriously, "Fernsin is a demon! They are a gang! He is a bad guy! Fernsin is a bad guy, he lied to me, he lied to me! Bad guys! Devils ......."

"Stinky Hanako, get out of here!"

"Foul Horn is a bad guy! Devil! He lied to me......"

"It's dirty, go away!

The man sat on the flyover and muttered, "Fernsin is a demon, why don't you believe me......"

......

"Fu Xingxin, if such a big thing happens in the area under your jurisdiction, if you don't give a reasonable explanation to the board of directors, I'm afraid you, the head of the West District, will not be able to continue to serve!"

The conference room at the headquarters of the Charity was full of people, both men and women, with solemn faces, as if they were facing a great enemy.

"I'm sorry. ”

He stood up and bowed deeply, his body at a standard ninety degrees, and he didn't get up for a long time.

"I'm proposing a substitution. ”

A woman in her twenties said, although she was young, she had an old-fashioned posture and an unquestionable look.

"This matter is indeed very serious, and it has a great negative impact on society. We've always been secretive and never reveal our true identities, and I don't want this to affect the way the whole organization operates. So, I'm also in favor of substitutions. Capable people do capable things, and those who are not capable should retire and give way, after all, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and you are also forty or fifty years old, and it is almost time to retire, and retiring a few years early does not have much impact on you, but for the whole organization, it is a big deal, and you should know how much you know. ”

A square-faced man said.

"Knock Knock"

One person took a pen and tapped it on the smooth tabletop, making a dull sound.

"The top priority is to catch that demon and prevent something like this from happening again," the man sitting at the front made a pause gesture, it was the man who knocked on the table with a pen, judging from the rank, this person's status was higher than that of everyone else, when he spoke, everyone kept looking at him, for fear of missing an expression, they were all respectful, he continued, "Fu Jing Xin, give you another week, if you can't catch the murderer, your place will naturally be replaced by a better person." ”

"I see, Chairman Li. Fu stared at Xin and replied.

"Alright, don't bow, adjourn. ”

Fu Xingxin still bowed ninety degrees, waiting for everyone to leave the conference room before straightening up.

At the end of the meeting, Fu Xingxin came out of the headquarters of the continental alliance, and suddenly felt a pain in his chest, this kind of pain is not unfamiliar, he took out the pills and ate two pills.

When he came to a seaside villa, he pushed open the door, and on the rocking chair lay an elderly woman, looking out the window at the sea, with a chopstick stuck in her chest, the blood had clotted, and her hand was still holding the slender chopstick.

The woman standing next to the woman saw F. staring at Sin, lowered her head and said, "Mr. F. F., I'm sorry, I couldn't stop ......"

"I don't blame you, she's so stubborn, no one can beat her," he waved his hand at Fried, motioning for the maid to step aside, and he walked over to the rocking chair, leaned down and kissed the woman on the cheek, and continued, "Actually, you can use a little more force, a little deeper, a few millimeters, and you can reach the heart. ”

"You want me to die, I don't. ”

The woman stubbornly looked at Fu Jingxin, expecting his angry face, but he was like a day for ten years, never losing his temper, neither joy, nor sorrow, nor anger.

"I never said I wanted you to die, I was just curious how I would react when you died. ”

Fu Xingxin untied the woman's hand and pulled out the chopsticks on her chest, her body twitched unconsciously, and at the same time, there was a trace of pain in his chest.

"I'm going to save my last breath and live for a long time......"

"Yes, you have to live a long time and torture me all the time. He said the second half of the sentence for the woman.

The woman turned her head in disgust and looked at the calm sea.

Accustomed to the woman's attitude towards him, he took out a piece of printer paper from his briefcase, which was the silk, screenshotted and printed out of the surveillance screen, and he smiled and said, "I'll make a deal with you, a fair deal." ”

The woman glanced at Fursin with cold eyes.

"You need not be in a hurry to look at me with contempt, I promise you, you will gladly accept the deal," said Fernsin if he were a politician, he would have been a good negotiator, and he always had a way to continue the conversation, and to continue along the lines of thought he had preconceived, and he placed the paper gently on the woman's lap and continued, A few years ago, you killed my three children one after another, and this has always haunted me, so now, let this be the end of this, after all, I can't expect an old woman to give me another one. ”

The woman's old eyes lit up with long-lost hope, and he meant to let her go.

"Snap", Fu Xingxin broke the wooden chopsticks, he picked up the woman's wrist, swiped hard, a little blood came out of his skin, he looked at the wound embedded with sawdust, and said in a low voice, "Death is not the key, the key is what kind of death you choose, such as dying slowly, it won't hurt very much, but your blood will run out until your life is exhausted, and I, I only need to bear a little pain, after all, the person who bleeds is not me, but you." So, I think you should be clear that the way you hurt yourself is that it's you, not me, that really hurts. ”

The woman looked at her bleeding wrist and suddenly realized. No one is not afraid of death, even in his prime.

Satisfied with the woman's silent response, and judging by her surprised expression, the conversation went well, and he tilted his head, motioned for the woman to look at the paper on her lap, and said, "If you can read it, I will not blame you for the past, and I will set you free." ”

The woman could see the door every day, but she couldn't take a single step, she thought it was a wall. It's been decades, and she's ready to die in this house. Now that she has the opportunity to leave, is it an unexpected surprise or an old sympathy?She trembled and picked up the paper on her lap, the only useful thing she was to be knowledgeable, because she had a lot of time, and in addition to torturing Furjingsing, she also loved to read, all kinds of books, and Furjingxin did not deprive her of this only hobby, so that the second floor of the villa was full of books.

"I'll be here in a few days, hoping that our deal will go well, and I'm tired of your old face. ”

Fürsin picked up his briefcase and went out the door.