Jiang Qian's expression gradually became solemn.

It's not because of the subtitles that appeared on the screen, but because after he sat down, he suddenly felt dizzy for no reason.

This feeling of vertigo is very strange.

If you have to describe it...... It was as if there was a sudden earthquake in the neatly arranged memory palace, and many of the files that had been numbered in an orderly manner were brought up from the grid and mixed together.

Jiang Qian pressed his temples until the dizziness faded, leaving a "mess" in his head.

By this time, the subtitles on the screen had dissipated.

The feature film has started to play.

Jiang Qian immediately raised his head and focused on the screen.

In the high-definition quality footage, the back of a teenager appears.

He squatted in the corner, his hands busily flipping up and down, watching the movements look like he was practicing cooking.

Concentrate and be fine.

As the camera zooms in, the ingredient he loves is revealed: it's a cooked mouse.

The charred silhouette hung menacingly between the cracks of several turns, and two thick wires passed through its fat body, holding it to the fire.

The burnt smell of the hair and the smell of the roasted meat crept into the nose without warning, causing ginger's pupils to shrink.

At the same time, he was able to confirm that the projection room was playing a memory from his 8 years later.

The images in the memory are playing in the form of screen films, while other sensory memories such as smell and taste are directly acting on the self.

The effect is: although Jiang Qian sat in the audience, it was like being in the "play".

He couldn't help but clench his palms.

"Jiang Qian, what are you doing?"

The suppressed angry voice came from behind the young Jiang Qian, so much so that he subconsciously threw down the skewers, quickly turned around, and faced the sound from which it came.

Opposite the young Jiang Qian, there stood a big boy who was a head taller than himself.

His complexion is two shades darker than Jiang Qian's, and his face is first angular, strong and straight. It is Jiang Qian's brother, Jiang Yang!

Jiang Yang is 6 years older than Jiang Qian. Jiang Qian is 8 years old, and Jiang Yang is about 14 years old.

At that time, Jiang Yang was still a high-flying bad boy, a ruthless character rumored on campus.

But in the eyes of his younger brother, he was just a façade.

Jiang Yang's gaze crossed the young Jiang Qian and saw the burnt mouse, his expression was obviously shocked, and the corners of his mouth even twitched.

Then, he squeezed out an ugly smile: "Yo, the food is good today, cooked." ”

"Burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, do you want to taste it?" The young Jiang Qian replied unceremoniously.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense.

But both of them knew very well that this thing was not meant to be eaten at all.

For Jiang Qian at that time, small animals, like his toys, roasted rats were just a fun activity.

But this kind of fun activity is not well received by the elder brother.

“…… Perverted! ”

In the next moment, Jiang Yang rushed over and pushed his younger brother down with brute force, followed by a punch and kick.

Any pair of brothers will quarrel and quarrel, and such disputes are always inevitable when they are under the same roof, especially when they are young.

But even if you really do it, everyone will have some scruples and will not be ruthless.

But Jiang Yang's violence has clearly crossed the line.

He didn't look like he was teaching his brother a lesson, but like he was ...... In the use of force, sanction the younger brother "the devil in the body".

This is Jiang Qian's true memory.

The pain clearly converges from all over the body to the central nervous system, and it is so real that it is a little sick to the stomach.

Jiang Qian, who was sitting on the sofa, had clenched his palms into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his flesh, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or fear.

On the screen, Jiang Yang, who had finished venting his violence, grabbed his younger brother's collar and pressed him against the cement wall of the warehouse, warning word by word: "Let me find out again, and I'll chop off your dirty hands!" ”

Looking at his brother gritting his teeth, the young Jiang Qian's expression was calm.

"Do you understand? Do you understand?! Jiang Yang grabbed his younger brother's collar and shook it.

It's like hiding your fear with rage.

Finally, a hint of a smile broke into the corner of the young Jiang Qian's bruised mouth.

"What kind of expression is this, you kid? I'm beating you up! Jiang Yang was so angry that the corners of his eyes jumped, and his hand holding the collar trembled faintly.

The young Jiang Qian still looked like he didn't eat oil and salt: "You'd better chop me up now, or kill me, otherwise, don't provoke me."

"Huh?" Jiang Yang didn't seem to understand.

"I said, brother, do you dare to chop me?"

"Damn, Jiang Qian! What do you mean? You want to have a fish break with me, huh? Jiang Yang gradually became hysterical, "Do you have that ability?" ”

"You've got to sleep." The young Jiang Qian said calmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Yang's expression gradually became stunned.

Then there is hesitation.

In the end, the hand holding Jiang Qian's collar even showed signs of relaxation......

However, immediately after, Jiang Yang's hands suddenly tightened, and his pupils froze!

"Holy...... Jiang Qian, you really don't want to live anymore, do you?! ”

In the next scene, the young Jiang Qian was pushed to the ground.

Jiang Yang crossed him, kicked over the "stove" that his younger brother had drummed, and trampled viciously until it was extinguished, and the crispy mouse was trampled into a pulp without accident.

Not only that, but he also rushed into the warehouse and pulled out stacks of small taxidermy from them...... Those creatures who still maintained their original appearance after being killed were completely shattered under Jiang Yang's trampling.

Seeing this, the young Jiang Qian pounced like bullets, and the brothers scuffled together again.

The screen switches between escalating violence.

This is the first time that the conflict between Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang has escalated, and the needle is against Mai Mang, one is violently sanctioned, and the other is rather bent.

Jiang Qian sat tense on the sofa until the image of the violent conflict in the picture was completely cut out, and then he gradually and slowly let go of the palm that had been held to the point of whitening.

This memory, including all the physical sensations in this memory, will be synchronously fed back to him, and the pressure can be imagined.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang was not very old at that time, otherwise I would be in a bad state at this time...... Jiang Qian thought secretly.

He moved his hands, stiff from the long clenching, and his memories were still playing.

Jiang Qian on the screen has grown into a young man in a blink of an eye.

On this day, he returned home, carefully locked the door, and put the items hidden in his bag on his desk one by one:

Sleeping pills, piano cord, gloves, boning knife, strong cleaner.

Jiang Qian on the sofa gradually focused.

The high-definition version of the memory was sent into his sight as it was.

Jiang Qian stared at the screen, watched himself put on his gloves, and began to carefully crush the entire bottle of sleeping pills, and an indescribable burning sensation slowly exploded in his chest.

Then, the lights in the screening room dimmed.

The scene on the screen suddenly goes out.

The space in front of me was distorted and folded, and when it unfolded again, it had already arrived at the solemn court scene!

A black-robed and masked judge sat on it.

And the sofa where Jiang Qian was sitting had become an iron bench for prisoners at some point, and his hands and feet were fixed by iron rings, unable to break free.

The half-section of the steel bar that had been brought in earlier was also missing......

At this moment, a powerful voice pierced the silence and announced condescendingly:

"Suspect Jiang Qian, you are accused of murdering your brother, destroying the body, and concealing the crime. After investigation by the court, the case is found to be true, and the trial procedure is now underway. ”

The voice came from the presiding judge, who was in the high seat of the judge, wearing a scarlet mask and suppressing indignation in his voice:

"Prosecutor please, case statement!"

As the words fell, another black-robed man wearing a gray mask stood up: "Thank you, Presiding Judge." I have to say that this case has refreshed my new understanding of the evil of human nature. ”

At the same time as the introduction of the case began, the TV video on the side of the courtroom continued to play the interrupted memory content, and the sound and picture were perfectly synchronized.

"On July 9, 2017, the suspect Jiang Qian returned home from school ahead of schedule with the tools of the crime, preparing to commit the crime. He was only 14 years old. ”

The prosecutor paused, and his face, wrapped in a gray mask, slowly turned to Jiang Qian.

Although the other party was wearing a mask and couldn't see his facial expressions clearly, Jiang Qian could still feel a suffocating sense of oppression.

At the same time, the sound of chains grinding overhead.

Jiang subconsciously followed the sound and looked up, only to find that a bloodstained giant iron axe was hanging high above his head!

The blade of the great axe shone brightly, as if it was ready to cut off the head of the guilty.

At that moment, Jiang Qian felt that the heart in his chest, which had always been stable and heavy, had a tendency to speed up.

"The course of the case is just as you remember......"

"First of all, you pour the dissolved sleeping pills into the juice beforehand and prepare them in the kitchen in advance. Then he avoided dinner on the grounds of being unwell, and that night, all the children in the family who had drunk the juice went to bed early. ”

"At that time, you and Jiang Yang lived in the same room, and when it was confirmed that your brother had fallen asleep due to the effect of the drug, you strangled his neck with a piano wire prepared in advance, causing him to die of suffocation."

At this point, the giant axe hanging above Jiang Qian's head suddenly descended, and the sound of the iron chain rubbing was hideous and piercing.

It's like can't wait to punish an evil person.

"After that, you used the bone knife you prepared, dismembered your brother's body at home, and cleaned up the scene alone."

"Your movements are precise and skillful, and we assume that you have some prior knowledge and experience in anatomy. The site was also cleaned up carefully enough to leave no visible traces. ”

The Great Axe is down again!

The sharp blade of the axe was only three feet away from the top of Jiang Qian's head.

"After that, you used your brother's mobile phone to forge text messages about his trip away from home and sent them to the main family members to cover up the true time of the crime."

"You used the time before the police intervened to dump the tools and bodies of the crime in batches at different garbage dumps in Jinping City."

"Unfortunately, this part of the evidence is no longer recoverable......"

As soon as the giant axe fell to the bottom this time, it grazed the back of Jiang Qian's neck and stopped!

forced him to crouch on the table of the interrogation chair to barely escape the fatal blow......

Seeing this, Greymask sighed bitterly: "Ah, it is unimaginable to commit such a serious crime at such an age. ”

During his statement as a "public prosecutor", Jiang Qian's memory screen was also playing the corresponding process.

The statement coincides with the memory.

This was indeed his memory, although he could not recall the specific time and cause and effect of this memory for a while.

Jiang Qian was pressed against the interrogation chair by the giant axe, his face was pale, and cold sweat was still condensed on his face.

The case is closed.

The presiding judge wearing a scarlet mask shouted angrily in the court: "Suspect Jiang Qian, what else do you have to say about the above crimes?!" ”

This roar was like a thunderclap, which made the atmosphere of the scene extremely depressed.

At the same time, the giant axe hanging over Jiang Qian's head seemed to be faintly restless as if it had life, and hit Jiang Qian's skull with a sharp blade at any time.

[Time of Judgment, Please Make a Choice]

[Choosing to Confess: Sacrifice Your Sinful Hands to the Court of Truth]

[Choose to overturn the case and defend: there is a certain chance of successfully exonerating, but it is more likely to die on the spot]

“？”

The copy gave hints that only Jiang Qian could hear.

This is obviously not in line with the normal process, but the copy world has its own rules for how it operates.

Gray Mask stepped forward at the same time, and said in a gloomy tone, "You deserve death." But if you confess your guilt and repent sincerely, the Court of Truth assures you that you will receive the sentence you deserve. So, let me ask you one last time, are you denying your sin? ”

"I ......"

Jiang Qian, who was sitting in the interrogation chair, had his chest heaving and heaving, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

The psychological motives and the memories that have been closely matched with the facts of the case all point the blame at him, and it seems that there is no possibility of exoneration.

He planned and killed his brother with his own hands.

The purpose is clear, the methods of crime are cruel, and once he is tried, his hands will remain here.

The presiding judge's stern voice came through the scarlet mask again: "Jiang Qian, have you pleaded guilty?" ”

Cold sweat slid down Jiang Qian's forehead.

"I don't recognize it."

He raised his head with a pale face, and his bloodshot eyes looked directly at the scarlet mask of the presiding judge: "Jiang Yang's disappearance has nothing to do with me. ”