Seven years ago, Meng Xiang wanted to kill Qi Xuehui with a bomb.

Because of Qi Xuehui's appearance, seducing Meng Bo off the rails, Meng Xiang lost a complete family.

After Meng Bochao was arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment, Meng Xiang left Ningzhou City alone, went out to work, and disappeared for seven years.

In the past seven years, Meng Xiang seems to have undergone a transformation that can be called rebirth.

And the time when he joined the Hexagram organization may have been in these seven years.

It is very likely that the Hexagram Organization learned about Meng Bochao's bomb making and invited Meng Xiang to join, providing him with more raw materials for making bombs, so that he could continue to research and innovate his bomb-making technology.

Of course, this is all speculation.

However, seven years later, Meng Xiang is really back.

In the past seven years, his thinking has undergone a complete transformation, and he now doesn't care about Qi Xuehui's life or death at all.

Now he just wants to have a bomb fight with the police.

Or maybe he has something we didn't think about.

The arrest of Meng Xiang continues, especially the patrol special police EOD security detachment, which is piecing together the fragments of bombs collected at the scene, trying to find Meng Xiang's habit of making bombs through bombs, in order to make predictions about his next bomb.

At the same time, they also used computer software to restore the entire explosion process of the bombs based on the bombs in the two explosions, and conducted research on the process of making the bombs.

We all know that the two explosions caused by Meng Xiang are just a warning that if he is provoked, he is fully capable of causing a bigger explosion.

At this time, the communication between the criminal police team and the management of Ningzhou Prison has been completed, and after the arrangement of Ningzhou Prison, we can meet with Meng Bochao.

After receiving the news, I immediately drove with Officer Wang.

Knowing a son is like a father, we believe that Meng Bochao will definitely bring us unexpected surprises.

In this way, we met Meng Bochao again in that somewhat empty and depressing room.

Meng Bochao was still sitting there in handcuffs, with two serious prison guards standing behind him.

But Meng Bochao's face today did not have the excitement of last time.

Because he already knew that his son Meng Xiang was the murderer of this bombing.

"We meet again."

I sat opposite Meng Bochao and said seriously.

Meng Bochao's face was ugly today, he looked at us, the muscles at the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and he nodded a little embarrassedly.

"You already know what we're here for, right?" I asked lightly.

At this moment, Meng Bochao's face became even more ugly, and he instantly turned pale, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably: "I know, the discipline has already told me." ”

He looks like the last time we met.

Last time, he was a "bomberman", and he always had a very confident and determined look on his face, especially when he talked to us about bombs, and he was extremely proud.

But this time, we only see the horror and panic in the eyes of a father when he learns that his son is a criminal, and a concern that comes from the father's unique emotions.

He himself was imprisoned for making bombs, and he will spend his entire life in prison.

The case committed by Meng Xiang is more serious than that he committed seven years ago, and the consequences are even more serious.

"I want to smoke a cigarette ......"

Meng Bochao looked at me with trembling eyes and made a request that was not excessive.

I took out a cigarette from my pocket, handed it to him, lit it for him myself, and said slowly: "Meng Bochao, we all know that you are a person who understands etiquette, although you are a master of making bombs, you have never hurt anyone with the bombs you made. ”

The cigarette was lit, Meng Bo took a big gulp, I looked at him, and returned to my seat.

"So, you want me to help you catch him?" Meng Bochao looked at us through the smoke.

"Meng Xiang's current behavior has not caused very serious consequences, so we have to catch him in time. If he continues to commit crimes, we will have no hope of killing him if we find him dead in the event of a large number of casualties and serious consequences. Officer Wang beside him spoke, his expression was very serious, and his tone was also very firm, not giving Meng Bochao any room to think.

But anyway, Meng Bochao is Meng Xiang's father after all, and he will have a kind of protection for Meng Xiang out of humanity, maybe he won't help me anything, but for now, we still have to give it a try.

Because I believe that after Meng Bochao learns the seriousness of the consequences, his love will be greater than his cover-up.

The lesser of two evils, it is better to go to jail than to shoot on the spot.

And Meng Bochao has experienced it personally, he knows the strength of the police, Meng Xiang has been surrounded in Ningzhou City, and it is only a matter of time before he is caught.

"So, if you catch him now, he won't have to die?" Meng Bochao cleared his throat and asked us in a trembling voice.

I nodded and said lightly: "Judging from the current situation, yes, but the specific sentencing still has to be handed over to the court." ”

"I ...... I understand......" Meng Bochao took the cigarette, took two more puffs, and said with a somewhat wooden look in his eyes.

Now, Officer Wang and I are sitting across from him, waiting for him to speak.

He pondered for a moment and was silent for a moment, looked at us faintly, and slowly spoke: "Actually, although I am his father, I lack care for him, maybe it is because of my incompetent father that he went astray......"

Meng Bochao said lightly, and long cigarette ash fell from his fingertips.

"I've been passionate about bombs all my life, and there's nothing that interests me more in our world than bombs...... Now that I think about it, if I could have put down the bomb in my hand and hugged my son, maybe, our current family of three must be very happy......" Meng Bochao took a deep breath and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, revealing a somewhat relieved look.

Knowing today, why bother in the first place, is the deepest feeling in the heart of every criminal.

"After I was imprisoned, I never saw Meng Xiang again, and now that I think about it, it's been seven years...... The last time I saw him, he was a somewhat rebellious child...... I guess he's going to hate me so much, hate me for abandoning his mother......"

"In seven years, I have become unaware of him, it's not that I'm shielding him, it's that I really can't help you much."

It can be felt that Meng Bochao is physically and mentally exhausted now, and every time he says a word to us, he has to sit there and catch his breath for a while.

"I can give you some hints, no, not hints, guesses. Because we love people who make bombs, we all have a common hobby. ”

"What hobby?!" I hurriedly asked.

"Make a choice." Meng Bochao said lightly.

"Make a choice? What are the options?! I frowned, puzzled.

"There are many choices in life, and the same is true for making bombs, just like when you defuse bombs, you face the same choices. The choice is whether you should cut the blue thread or the red thread......"