"The General Administration attaches great importance to this matter, and every person involved in the investigation is selected by layers of review. Even if you have enough power, they won't let you in. Bai Xiao picked up the folder with Qin Tian's name written on the table: "Minlong Street and Lijing Street also need to be guarded, and your task is not easier than ours." ”

After saying that, Bai Xiao began to discuss the plan of action for tonight with the three remaining veteran team members, and every step had to be rehearsed, considering all possible scenarios.

Gao Ming didn't participate in the conversation of the old team members, he found what he needed in Qin Tian's computer.

There are staff members within the Investigation Bureau who are specialized in information integration and search, and Gao Ming dialed the other party's phone number, hoping to find someone for himself with the help of the investigation network spread out by the Investigation Bureau in Hanhai.

took out his mobile phone and entered a few pieces of information about the criminals he had designed.

The most dangerous madmen should be stifled in advance, and those who can be redeemed should try to cooperate.

Because he designed it all by himself, Gao Ming knew the psychological flaws and weaknesses of those criminals well, and he was the only one in the entire city who dared to control the most extreme madmen.

"A first-class suspense game is logically meticulous, and there will be no supernatural existence; But I'm just an indecent game designer, and some of the cases are not well conceived, and some of the criminals have some otherworldly qualities. These peculiarities may evolve into some special abilities under the alienation of the shadow world, just like Xuan Wen. ”

After about half an hour, the staff of the Investigation Bureau sent a message to Gao Ming, and the first "criminal" was found.

The criminal's height and size are very recognizable, and he can't escape the ubiquitous city surveillance probes without deliberately hiding.

"Underground Fight Club?"

The efficiency of the Investigation Bureau is amazing, and after getting the information, Takashi immediately put on a raincoat and prepared to go.

"Where are you going? I'm with you! Zhu Miaomiao, who was in a daze, also stood up and anxiously went to find a fire axe.

"No, you stay here."

"Director Chen said let me follow." Zhu Miaomiao didn't take the axe, and ran to Gao Ming's side in a panic: "Is there a new mission?" ”

"Just going to see a friend." Gao Ming didn't refuse, he and Zhu Miaomiao drove the car of the investigation group and went straight to the DC area.

For a long time in the past, money could buy everything in Hanhai. It is the free port of the world, with the most elegant art and the most vulgar and cruel performances, which can satisfy all the senses for a fee.

The investigative bureau's car drove into Queen 11th Street, counting the time and standing guard next to a Chinese restaurant.

"According to the information given by the Investigation Bureau, the target will come here on time for lunch every day." Gao Ming pressed down the brim of his hat and beckoned to Zhu Miaomiao, who was ready to answer at any time in the car, signaling her not to be nervous.

The rain began to slowly subside, and Takamei looked at the puddles in the distance, and the crooked city was reflected in the stagnant water.

Syllable!

Heavy leather shoes stepped on the water, the shadows of the city splashed everywhere, and passers-by avoided it.

Around the corner of the street, there is a man nearly two meters tall, wearing a tailored suit, walking towards the restaurant.

It was a muscular man, and his exposed skin was covered in hideous giant ghost tattoos.

"It's really exactly the same as the Yanhua in my mind." Gao Ming stared at the stout man who came over, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he felt the oppression on the other party from a long distance.

The man didn't care about his life, pushed the door and entered the restaurant, and the guests consciously moved a large empty space.

"Same as usual." The man's vocal cords were injured, and his voice sounded hoarse and low, and he sat down with bent over, his muscles tense as if he were about to tear his suit.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became solemn, and the guests quickened their meals, wanting to leave quickly, and the men seemed to be used to this.

"Boss, come two bowls of noodles, pack them and take them away." Takamei shouted to the counter, then walked past the empty seats and sat down across from the man's table.

After pouring two cups of hot water, Gao Ming's state was extremely relaxed: "I heard that you have been playing black boxing recently?" Win all 13 battles? But it doesn't seem like your real name is your real name? ”

The man frowned, his skin was being pulled, and the tattooed grimace on his cheek seemed to open its bloody mouth.

"I used to know a boxer who looked a lot like you, and that kid was not easy since he was a child."

"His mother was ill, and after her husband's death, she remarried with a son and a daughter to make a living, and his stepfather was a hot, lustful, and rude gambler, and his favorite thing to do was to maintain his pitiful and ridiculous self-esteem in front of his sick wife and young adopted daughter."

"He wants to get back the dignity he lost on the outside, through violence, and in ways that are more terrible than violence."

The table seemed to be shaking slightly, and the diners around the restaurant left one after another, and slowly, only Gao Ming himself remained.

The staple food has not yet been served, and of course Gao Ming will not go now.

"The gambler was unworthy of being a father, and after his wife's death, he treated his two children even more harshly. Instruct the eldest daughter to do all kinds of household chores, and punch and kick if she is slightly dissatisfied. ”

"Compared to the eldest daughter, the younger son is more pitiful." Gao Ming slowed down his speech and used hypnotic techniques: "The youngest son is innocent and kind, but he is often intimidated and abused by his stepfather, and later he suffers from chronic bedwetting, and he still has the habit of wetting beds until now." ”

The man sitting across the table had a change in his eyes, and the unbearable memories tore through his disguise little by little.

All this was seen by Gao Ming, he picked up the water glass and shook it gently, and his voice had a special rhythm: "Every time the younger son wets the bed, the stepfather will be furious, he will put the wet sheet on the child's face, press him to the urinal, and say that dogs know where to go to defecate." ”

"Are you done?" The originally calm man's breathing became short, his eyes were bloodshot, the painful memories buried deep in his heart were triggered, and the nightmare of his childhood hit his heart again.

Yan Hua in the future is a mad murderer, but now he has not fully bloomed.

"Because of the fear of bedwetting, he even developed a fear of sleeping, and he forced himself to open his eyes for countless dark nights, and slowly, he became an abnormal child." Gao Ming's speech began to speed up: "The more powerless he resists, the more cruel he becomes, he knows that violence will produce more violence, but he still gradually distorts in the night, precocious, cunning, and trying his best to hide the crazy desire to attack in his heart." ”

The man's arms slowly arched, he slowly got up, and the suit was torn apart by the taut muscles, like a mountain of flesh full of oppression.

"My stepfather didn't treat him as a human being at all, and gave him a feminine name called Yanhua."

"Shut up!" The man raised his fist and aimed it at Gao Ming.

"Later, when he grew up, he began to train himself almost masochistically, but he still felt fear inside, and his chronic bedwetting became more severe."

"I'll shut you up!" The man couldn't restrain himself, and his hand bones made a crunching sound.

"That kid hated his body and tried to temper himself even more frantically, but no one knew that he was working hard to do one thing."

The heavy punch fell, and Gao Ming also said the last sentence: "He wants to kill his adoptive father." ”

The fist stopped in front of him, and the voice of Gao Ming cut open the man's heart like a sharp knife, and the secret that had been hidden for twenty years was exposed, and he felt as if he was standing naked in the heavy rain.