“Cure you, kill you: The shrink hypnotic killing.”

Can a psychiatrist’s record of innocent murder, a perfect crime of indirect murder be restored, and this time, can he still walk away? “The most desperate of humanity is the best poison, and please keep it safe. I’m sorry.

A happy couple of newlyweds, whose wife suddenly jumped off a building at night, and all traces and confessions at the scene indicated that this was a suicide case.

The husband, who witnessed everything, found that on the day of his wife’s suicide, the five familiar people had had a particular encounter with his wife. Is everything just a coincidence?

In order to find out the truth about the death of his wife, a man and a female police officer began their visits and searches,

As the truth continues to surface, everything points to a psychiatrist.

Time, method, motive … All elements of conviction in the traditional case are no longer valid here;

No one believed it was a psychologically intentional murder except the husband of the deceased;

At the same time, he and the female police officers were faced with psychological insinuations that might be forthcoming, leading them unwittingly to the killing station …

A case of an innocent murder by a psychologist, a perfect crime of indirect murder, could the killer still walk away?

It’s a mythical novel that opens up and never stops, and a psychiatrist can easily discover a man’s secrets and the deepest despair of humanity, and it sounds sensational, but it’s like a self-exposure in a close relationship, and we all have the risk of being harmed and the “power” that hurts others, and how can we live with the despair of the heart? How to protect the people you love? I hope you can find the answers you want.

Section 1

Section 2

Section 3

Section 4

Section 5

Section 6

Section 7

Section 8

Section 9

Section 10

Section 11 Trials in Clinics

Section 12 Despair and psychological crime

§ 13 Deadly wager

Section 14 Final confrontation-1

Section 15 Final confrontation 2

Section 16

Section 17 Extra: I killed a sexual assault with six degrees.

My lover died that day, I saw it.

That day off, on the way, I bought a camera. As a gift for our anniversary.

When I got home, I changed my shoes at the door.

And I said: “O wife, I am back.”

Quiet inside, probably in the bathroom, I think. At that point, I found the family cat sitting on a tea table, staring at the sunset on the balcony.

I pointed the camera at it, looking for an angle at the door, and the camera focused on its hips, defusing its front balcony.

I suddenly felt something wrong, focusing on the balcony.

This time, I saw it, my hands were shaking, the camera was rubbing, and it slipped out of a photo.

My wife stood barefoot on the balcony.

The wind blows, and her skirts shake.

She noticed me, turned around and laughed at me.

I dropped the camera and ran over.

The balcony window was locked and the key was at her feet. I pushed the window down and beat her down.

She said, ‘How many are the six ways of the 160th?’

And We said: Quick, come down and listen.

She said, “Tell me the answer.”

I said, about three million…

She said, “You are wrong.”

She’s still looking at me. She’s got a step back on her left foot.

I bumped my head into the window, the moment the glass broke, a piece of glass stuck in my left eye. I looked out of my arm and tried to grab her, but I only saw her horn flashing through the arm.

Downstairs squeak.

I slid down my face with an eye.

I watched her strangling on the concrete floor and my feet stinged, reminding me that it was not an illusion. I didn’t realize, until the police arrived, that it was nails that got stuck in my foot.

The balcony is full of nails.

The police think she committed suicide.

They called the surveillance, and on that day, there was no one else in the apartment but me and her.

She wrote in her diary:

Tomorrow, go shopping. When Pasha gets back from work, make him a red roasted ribs.

The whole diary is a trifle of life and does not see any suicidal tendencies. I’ve been with her for years, and she’ll tell me when she gets upset.

The police told me to mourn and asked if I could contact her family.

I sat at home with bandages over my forehead covering the injured left eye.

And We put down our heads, and said: she is an orphan.

And I raised my head and said: I felt that someone had harmed her.

The police had some headaches, and they told me that the nails on the balcony had been checked and only her fingerprints. As for the mathematical question before the fall, there are no doubts.

And my testimony made me the best proof of suicide in this case.

But I don’t understand how she killed herself.

I insist that her death could have been artificial.

The police are not going to be able to do so, and I am looking at them as a man of grief and full of lies.

On the day I was buried, I watched the coffin go into the ground and tried to light myself a cigarette, and I couldn’t light it several times.

Feels like you’re a bit of a mess.

A black umbrella helped me stop the rain.

Someone gave me a cigarette from behind. It’s Lu Gi Ning from the police force.

She said: I’m sorry.

And I said: There is nothing to be sorry about.

She said, “I turned the file.” Before that, three women committed suicide. And, once a week together.

We said, ‘Same as the Qur’an.’

She said that the case was almost identical. The deceased had no suicidal tendencies and had fallen in the evening. Each one leaves a six-point-six-six equals a few mathematical questions. But you’re the only one who spilled nails on the balcony. So I wanted to ask you.

We said, “She was raised in the orphanage.”

She said: I know that.

We said, “She told me that in the orphanage, they will be bullied.” When you’re scared, she’ll be all over herself.

And I said, ‘She was afraid that evening.’

One thing I didn’t tell Luko Ning. I guess she wouldn’t believe it.

One day after I died, I was in my apartment packing things, feeling bored in my chest, and I lighted a cigarette, slowly smoking.

And then I saw my cat coming, and it had a shot in its mouth.

And when I took the picture off of it, and I looked at the gill above it, the cigarette accidentally got into my left eye.

The left eye suddenly blacked out.

My bandage was removed. The doctor told me it was no big deal, except that the glass fragments inserted into the eyes had not been found. The doctor said that it might have come out later, or it might have been your illusion, Mr. Ye, in any case.

I closed my eyes, took a few breaths, over a long period of time, and my vision recovered.

When I opened my eyes again, I found five people around the photo.

I rubbed my eyes several times and the shadows were floating around her.

Those five men, all of them, had two white lines, connected the other two and formed a standard pentacle. And the center of the pentagon is a twilight, surrounded by shadows. Back to the sky, long skirts shaking.

Cats lean on me.

I said: Can you see? These people.

Cats reach out and hold a shadow.

That’s a friend of mine and my colleague, Fatso, who visited my house and hugged it.

These five men are either the ones I know or the ones I know.

I remember very carefully, not ghosts. Every one of them is alive.

I have also repeatedly confirmed that I have seen with my cat many other photographs, that it only reacts to that photo, and that I can only see five people by the side.

That should not be a vision.

Or, just pretend it’s a vision. I think there’s something hidden behind these people I see, and even the truth about the fall.

And I rubbed the head of the cat, and asked it, “What do you think the cat was afraid of?”

Cats just look straight at those five people.

Are you afraid of them?

I know Zen, it was winter seven years ago.

There was a big snowfall that winter. I walked out of the company and was talking business to clients on the phone, and I went to the nearby park and sat on the bench in the booth.

I finally hung up on the phone, I had a nice, warm hand, and I took out the rice for dinner.

It was only then that a girl was found in the booth, quiet and silent, watching the snow fall outside the booth in silence.

I said: Have you eaten?

To be honest, I don’t know how to say hello in such a way, but if it’s a bit of art, I’ll probably say it’s a drink, a little reckless, and at least ask her if she’s cold. If you ask me, I’ll give her only half of the cold rice.

She looked at the snow and said: Will you marry me?

She asked me, of course I was stupid on the spot, and I stayed for half a day and said, “Are we moving too fast?”

She smiled, she didn’t speak, she walked out of the booth and the back disappeared in the snow.

That’s my first meeting with Zilong.

Five men, three men, two women.

My colleague; her male boss; her gym coach; her best friend; our downstairs groceries lady.

I try to remember, first and foremost, the fat man, who loved to lose weight and never succeeded. On the day of the accident, I got off early and he was eating noodles on the job.

The other four, I asked Lu Zi Ning of the police to check it out for me. They were both on duty on the day of the incident and were not present at the time of the incident. The closest one was the lady who sold the food, but the day was just at the door of the district, and there was no break-in.

In other words, all five had an alibi.

And We took a careful look at the lines on the photographs, and painted on the paper the pentagon stars they had formed.

I can’t explain why these five people were seen, including the cause of this phenomenon. I can only give myself one explanation:

I can see the cause of death with my left eye.

These five are most likely the cause of death.

I know, it’s kind of crazy.

But the girl who made me grow up is gone.

I can still feel myself alive.

On Sunday morning, I went to see those five people.

I saw her best friend, boss, gym coach, groceries.

They all spoke to her on the day of the accident.

When I put those words together, I found that I was almost right about the assumptions I made.

But my heart sunk a little.

I ended up with a co-worker, fat guy, who knocked on his door in a dark manner, who was scared and tried to close the door, and I stuck my arm in the door. He worked a few times to see that I kept staring at him through the door.

He said, “I am sorry about your beloved.”

I found a glass in his living room, and I found out he just burned a pot of water, and I poured a glass.

He said behind my back, “Are you all right?”

I said, “Big man, what’s on your mind?”

He said, “No, nothing.”

And I said: Say it and you will feel better.

He hesitated to stop.

I smiled and suggested he sat down.

I handed him the cup in his hand, and suddenly he screamed like a pig and threw it away.

It’s a pottery cup, and when it’s boiled, the surface temperature is 80 degrees.

I grabbed his hand, snapped and pressed it on the table.

And We took the kettle, and it leaned a little, and pointed it at his back.

And We said: Believe me, say it, and it will be easier for you.

At last he was overwhelmed, and his tears fell from his fat cheeks, and he said, “That day, your lover called me and said that your phone could not reach you and asked where you had gone.”

I see you’ve just gone out with her girlfriend and you’ve got your car keys. I said you two drove away. Ask me where you’re going. I’m joking. I’m just saying that you better check their opening records.

I thought I’d explain it to you the next day.

Before I remembered what happened, I did leave the company with her best friend.

My girlfriend came to me to borrow a car, I took her to the parking lot, and then I walked home alone, on the way to see a store at the auction, where I stayed for a while. He said he couldn’t get through to me because I was in the elevator and in the parking lot.

Fat man’s snots and tears, one and the same.

In fact, fat people don’t have to take responsibility for themselves.

Because on the day of the fall of the building, the four men said something exciting.

In the morning, he went to work and his superiors increased their performance appraisals and were ready to lay off.

After work, she went to the gym. The coach accused her of moving people’s things, saying that she was taking things, and that the subtext was actually calling her for stealing. After that, the coach realized it was a misunderstanding.

She returned to the district, where she spoke enthusiastically to her mother, who had worked in the orphanage. Mom said there’s been a lot of theft in the neighborhood to keep her safe.

She contacted the fat guy, and he made a joke.

She called her best friend, who was driving. And she asked you where you were, and the best friend said, “Drive along.” And then he said, “I don’t have Yip. And then my best friend got confused, and his mouth got so clumsy, as if it was getting darkened.

So my assumption is that what I saw was really the cause of death.

This means, however, that what the police told me was also true. He listened to their unintentional words, was somewhat irritated and chose to commit suicide.

I slowly put the kettle down.

I said, “This is impossible.”

We lifted the kettle, held his chin in one hand, pointed it to his mouth.

We said: I do not believe. Did someone force you to say that? Who is it?

He waved his arms, and said to us, “I do not know, I do not know that this will happen.”

The sound of the land was heard outside the door: white leaf, lower the kettle.

I’ve tried to pour some water.

And finally, the kettle is down.

Lu Zilong was in civilian clothes, wearing hoodie and jeans and wearing a blue hair card on her head, which was a little more angry than when she was wearing a police uniform.

She banged on the door, knocked on the door that had been opened, lit up the police ID, and said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll come in.”

The fat guy’s restless and leans on the sofa.

As if Lu Zilong had returned to his home, he had to tear up a tea pack and made a pot of tea, pouring one for all of us.

I said, “How did you find me?”

Lu Zi Ning said, “You’ve been looking at people all day, and I see you like you’re trying to take my job, so follow me.”

I said, “I’m kidding. I was close to the crime of wounding.

Lu Zi Ning said, “You’re awake now.”

The fat guy looked at me and looked at her, and he said, “You two know each other?” I’m fine. Can I go first?

Lu Zi Ning said, “Sit down and ask for something.”

Fatty’s sitting down again.

And Lu Zi wished that he would drink hot tea, and said: I have heard what you have just said. It’s just like I expected. It’s a bad time joke, or something exciting. It led to despair among the dead and ultimately to suicide.

The fat man cried and said, “I didn’t mean it, I didn’t think it would be so fragile…

Luzi interrupted him and said, “Who made you play that joke?”

The fat guy said, “I’m the one who’s mean and blames me for being mean…

He said: “Shall I change my tongue? Has anyone guided you?”

The fat guy’s a little confused, and Luko wants to see me and get a little excited and signal me to calm down.

Lu Zi Ning said to me, “You asked her best friend today and her superiors, and two others.” I asked after you, found an anomaly, I don’t know if you noticed.

She said that they had all met a psychiatrist named Wang. Recalling afterwards, it was felt that those words were related to Dr. Wang ‘ s psychological consultations.

The fat guy says, “Dr. Wang?” I’ve seen him. He says he’s got a diet, and I went to him, but it doesn’t seem to work.

Land is more than good: more specifically.

The fat man wrinkled his head, remembering it, and said, “He told me about a dream that burned fat in a dream, but I listened to it all afternoon, and I found out that the last thing I could explain was sex.”

He snapped on his thigh and said, “Sexual.” No wonder I saw you and her girlfriend going out the other day, and I’m going to have that connection right away.

Lu Zi Ning said, “Looks like we have to meet him.”

The fat guy shouted, “Yes, it’s because of Dream Analysis, and the author is responsible for it.

Luk would rather cover his face and say, “Big man, you stay.”

I was in the elevator with Luko Ning.

She’s had her head down and I’ve calmed down a lot more than before, and I feel a little awkward at this point, and I don’t have anything to say: Officer Lu, don’t you want to take a break today?

She looked at me and said, “Is it you?” I didn’t have time for it today, but I saw you go out with your face.

I said, “What a coincidence, you ran into me when you left?”

She said, “I didn’t come to you until something happened.”

She told me she’s been investigating the jump. As with the clues I found today, the dead were more or less exposed to language.

She was a little curious and asked me: “How are you sure these are the five?”

We said: I see.

She said, ‘Impressed!’ You weren’t even there when they spoke to him.

We said: “No lie.”

She said, “No, forget it.”

She goes on to say that, according to the current leads, Dr. Wang ‘ s psychological consultations were suspected to be the cause of the suicides. She’d take me to see Dr. Wang. She was going to go on her own, but look at me and look at me.

I said thank you.

She reminds me: Ye Xiaobai, you have to distinguish. I’ll take you, not to accountability. I’ll investigate. Now there’s a doubt, but don’t think about a conviction until there’s evidence.

She thought about it, and she said, “It’s not like it’s a suspect, it’s just that I’m paranoid.

And I said, “It is not your lover who dies, of course you do not matter.”

She said, “The dead are all women.” Don’t forget, I’m a woman.

She pointed to her head and said: “I do not think that a woman in her twenties would kill herself for a few words. Women, not so vulnerable.

Me and Luko would rather stand in front of the orphanage and I couldn’t help but laugh.

We said, “That’s why you came to me.”

Luko brought me to the orphanage.

The former Dean Wang, now Wang’s shrink, plays games with the children in the yard. In the light of spring sun, he was dressed in a full suit with a face as young as 30 years old and was said to be in fact over 40.

He clapped his hands and asked Aunty to take the children back to the classroom and walked alone.

He shook my hand and said, ‘She is a good child. She must be happy in heaven.’

A gentle breath, a sad tone, like a lot of practice. It’s like smoking for years, hiding the smell of smoke in hair and beards.

I shook his hand, no face, no words. I’m watching another thing — his hand.

He told me about his hands.

I asked her who the director of the orphanage was. Would you like to come visit sometime?

I’m having fun with the cat.

She thought about it and said, “Hands are big and arms are strong.”

We said, “What about him to you?”

He was silent for a while and laughed and said: “Forget about the past.

In the orphanage, I held the dean’s hand and found that his hand was actually my size, and his arm was even fine.

Then I understood that a child was a child more than a decade ago and that for a child, the hand of an adult was of course strong.

Luko kicked me from behind me.

I looked back and said, “Remember.”

Luko and I followed Dr. Wang to the orphanage. Lu Zi Ning asked him about the details of the psychological counselling, and he repeated the cases, referring to his own medications and the guided therapy that had been dropped on the consultants.

Luko would have listened to him a few times and seemed to agree with what he called the drug.

She’s got the notebook, what’s on it.

Between the two, she looked up and said, “Doctor Wang, what’s the sixth of 16.7 trillion?”

He said: “A hundred and six.

I looked at him, and then I counted, six times in 160, the answer was 16.7 trillion.

Normal people, without care, can’t figure out the answer so quickly. Besides, when Luko Ning asked questions, he took advantage of his slight disillusionment.

Lu Zi Ning said that Dr. Wang also studied mathematics.

He said quietly that the previous subject was about social psychology.

Lu Zi would rather ask questions about the crying of children from afar.

A little girl with a pony tail came crying to Dr. Wang, and he fell down and held her.

Dr. Wang stung her head and said, “What’s wrong with the girl?”

The little girl said it was broken.

The little girl had a Barbie in her hand, without a hand.

Dr. Wang looked carefully and said: “Where did he fall, where did he fall?”

And he turned back and said to us, “Excuse me for a moment.”

Says he’s holding the little girl, and he’s following her.

Dr. Wang is far away.

Lu Zilong put it together, mumbling: social psychology.

I said, “Did you find anything?”

She said, “His suit is good, old man, so dressed up.”

I said, “Does this mean something?” I’m starting to wonder how you got into the academy.

She looked at me and said, “What about your side?” You look to your left.

I pointed to the swing in the yard.

I remember saying, “In the courtyard, behind the swing, walk straight to the corner of the wall, and see an old tree, under the shade of the old tree, with a storage room.”

I led the landing. She said, “In the storage room?”

And I said: “When he was a child, he was often locked in a storeroom.”

She said, ‘I have a problem. Where are those who used to abuse their children?’

We said, “She didn’t say, she wouldn’t even tell me who it was.”

Before we got to the storage room, I pushed down the door and it was locked. It’s a push-pull door, lock-hole on the door.

I suddenly remembered that sunflower was on the balcony and the windows were locked.

Locked doors and windows, nails at the foot.

I look back at this orphanage, under the sun of spring, in the childish buildings, full of children’s laughter.

What happened in this orphanage.

There’s a voice coming around, I look back.

The land was crouched, and she took her hair card, with one eye, and focused on the lock.

I said, “Mrs. Lu, you’re a cop at least.”

She booged, she made me stop talking, she put her ears on the door, and after a while, it snapped, and the door opened.

She stood up, patted her leg and said, “Technology is not guilty.”

And I said, “Yes, it’s not exactly a doorlock.”

She said, “What is the matter with you?” – Can I borrow your hand?

I was confused to reach out and she put her hair card in my hand.

She said, “You broke the door.”

The land opened the door, but the moment it was opened, it stood still.

There’s a temple in the storage room.

And a radiant radiant.

That’s the smile I’ve never seen when I was a child.

The chapel is a little simplistic.

Luko would have hesitated to say, “Who’s in the picture?”

I said, “It’s a tummy.” But I didn’t set it up.

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Lu Zi Ning said, “What’s this?

I don’t understand either.

I walked in, and I found a fragrance and aroma in the temple.

On the aroma, nearly twenty fragrances were inserted and burned to the bottom.

I don’t know why. I just think it makes me feel weird.

I ordered three fragrances, and I paid for it.

And I looked on the picture with a young face, and said in my heart, ‘I am the love of you when you grow up.’

When I was a child, I was quiet and smiling at the colours.

The smoke got to the left eye and a sting.

I rub it, it hurts.

Raise your head and look up.

On the colours, behind the twilight, a man appeared. It’s a little younger Dr. Wang, and it’s a white line from him, and it’s connected to the platinum.

It’s a human shadow and a white line that suddenly appeared after my left eye got hurt. The difference is, there’s only one person this time, and I looked closely and found that Dr. Wang seemed to move. But it’s like a live photo that’s not playing.

And Lu Ziko preferred to be behind me, and said, “What is the matter with Ye, White?”

And I said, “Live, how can you play this photo?”

And she said, “Ah! It seems like if you press the screen.”

Photos on the temple, just in a normal frame. The only thing that’s on the screen is probably just my eyes.

I lift up the scent in my hand and smoke it in my left eye. Tears fell down, pain pierced the retina, and even the left ear. My eyes are getting blurred, and I can’t stand it at last. I yelled, and I put down the scent of my hand.

I see the color.

The whole picture was blurry, and then it was pulled up.

The whole body was shown, and she was wearing a little white dress, and when a camera flashed, her head was down.

Dr. Wang, with his camera on his chest, went under the tree and handed him a milk candy. He hesitated to take it and put it in his mouth. He said something to her, and suddenly he had a painful look and bit the sugar.

He grabbed the hair, and he hit her head in the tree.

The little hands of the twilight hold their heads, and they bite sugar in their mouths.

He dragged him into the storage room, the door closed, she pushed, the striped wires were locked. She was standing alone in the storage room, with a slight look on her face, which seemed to have become familiar with the situation.

She found a box of nails in the storage room, spilling them around and, in this way, creating a little security space for herself.

She’s slowly down.

I saw her hugging her legs, burying her head in her knees, closing her eyes, talking back and forth, saying two words.

That’s the only lips I can read.

Mom.

I saw tears falling down her young face.

The dry tweezers on the eyeballs, and the photos reverted.

While she was young and young, I was standing in front of the temple, squeezing my fist and shaking.

We said: I know who is the bully.

Lu Zi Ning says:

I said, “Help me.”

And I said, “Get me a picture of this.

I took it out of my pocket and handed it to her. That’s when she found out my muscles were so tight.

She carefully adjusted the camera, took a picture, the photo slipped out. When I was silent, I took out a note and put it in it.

There were many other groceries in the storage room, and she was planning to shoot a few more, and a voice stopped her.

Dr. Wang stood outside the door and said, “What are you doing?”

I slowly turned around.

And for a moment, I was almost out of the way, and there was no law in his face.

He hums and falls down.

I put it on him. Hold his head.

He said: Mr. Ip! What is the matter with you?

A harmless look, a polite spit.

When he grabbed his head, he was as gentle as he was now, and he had a flat smile on his face.

I raised my fist, and I yelled in my mouth.

A sudden heat on the shoulder.

It was Luko who held me from behind.

I wringed my body, and she was so hard, and I dumped her, and I wouldn’t let go.

She said: Ye Xiaobai, calm down.

Dr. Wang beat his suit.

I sat under the old tree and I was breathing and spitting.

Landy gave me a bottle of water.

She touched my forehead and said, “Are you not in the heat?”

Dr. Wang said in that light that the pupils were spreading and could not control their emotions. Initially, it should have been the result of some strong irritation, due to the excessive thyroid glanding.

I was just looking at him cold.

Luko would rather look at me. I wanted to tell her what I saw in the picture, but I told her back in the elevator that I could see, but she didn’t believe it.

She’s right. I should calm down.

No one can believe the truth that I see alone.

Importantly, these are not enough to justify his murder.

To make him pay, I need more evidence.

And I said, “Photos.”

Lu Zi Ning said to Dr. Wang, “Please explain, the temple in the storage room.”

Dr. Wang tightened his tie and didn’t answer positively.

He said, “A police officer broke the lock of the residents without permission…

We said, ‘I broke it.’

And We said: “What the land saw in the storerooms was to prosecute me for theft, and to prove lawful.”

I took out the cards, provoked and looked at him.

Lu Zi Ning said: Dr. Wang, how can there be a temple here?

Dr. Wang said that Zing was the child of the orphanage and that she had left, and I would like to celebrate.

Lu Zilong said, “Why are they locked in the storage room?

He said: The children saw the note afraid.

And Lu Zinin said: It is a coloured picture.

He said, “The children do not think so.”

Lu Zi Ning said: Dr. Wang, you’re starting to contradict. Now that you’re locked, how can a child see a picture and be afraid? Or, may I say, what’s so special about the rest of the room?

He said, ‘Enough, I am not a prisoner, and there is no obligation to answer your question.’

Luko smiled.

She said: As a police officer, I have the right to demand the truth. Your eyeball just turned a few times, which means you’re probably lying.

Dr. Wang was silent for a while, his throat shivering and seemed to be suffocating.

Finally, he’s got eyes down.

He said, “It’s my wife.”

Eleven.

Under the old tree, I was silent and I understood what he said, but at this moment my throat was shocked.

Lu Zi Ning touched his waist and grabbed the corner of the police walker.

She said: Do you understand what you are saying?

He said, “Take it easy, Miss Lu.” I’m not a pedophile. I’m officially married at 19 and 21 years old. Mr. Ip, I’m sorry I had to say that to prove my innocence… but that happened after her marriage.

My brain is blank.

I saw him walk into the storeroom and take out two certificates, a marriage certificate and a divorce certificate from the invisible corner.

Rudd contacted his colleagues to confirm the authenticity of the two certificates.

Luko would rather look at me.

I said nothing.

Quite a long time, I said: Is this marriage lawful?

Lu Zhu Ning said that at the time it was no longer a adoptive parent and therefore legal …

Dr. Wang added that the other two were both voluntary.

I asked, “Why is the divorce?”

He said, “It was her decision, and I respect her choice.” I think it’s you, Mr. Ye. Five years ago, she said she fell in love with another man.

I remember that winter five years ago, snow covered the city.

She refused my request for a relationship without giving a reason.

And the next day, nervously turning around, asking me: Will you marry me?

Of course I do.

I was so excited, I hugged her.

She buried her head in my chest, suffocated by tears, mumbling:

Thank you, I’m free.

That was the kind of weird reaction I felt at the time, and now I understand that it was a response that finally escaped despair.

Beat, jail. People around them were given purposeful psychological guidance, and they jumped with self-defence nails.

Their marriage is not voluntary.

I squeezed my fist and said to Lu, “Go on.”

Luko would like to turn over the notebook and say, “Can you tell us more about the social psychology you mentioned earlier?

Dr. Wang said, “You can contact anyone in the world through six people. Let me put it this way, assuming that everyone in the world knows 160 people, the six out of 160 is 16.7 trillions, covering the entire world population. Of course, it’s not strict, it’s just a hypothesis. It’s called a six-degree split hypothesis.

Lu Zi Ning said: What is the specific way of research?

He said that data were still being collected and not being collected.

Lu Zi Ning said, “What is expected?

He said, “For example, try to meet the President of the United States or something?

Lu, nod your head, make a note on the paper.

I secretly saw her write numbers five and six.

Through six people, you know anyone in the world.

And I see five people.

Even if Dr. Wang was the sixth, he was not in the shadows.

What the hell is going on?

I implicitly felt that I was close to the truth, but I missed the most crucial point.

Lu Zilong closed his notebook and said, “There’s no more problems, so we…

I said, “Wait a minute.

And I looked into Dr. Wang’s eyes and said, “Where did you learn of the accident?”

At this point, I finally realized why seeing the Hall of Spirits made me feel so sudden. Luko and I came here today with the news of his death, but he had set up a temple long before us. – There’s more than 20 fragrances in that temple, which means it’s timed, at least yesterday.

I was aggressive and I asked him: “Are you sure something like that would happen?”

He said, ‘I was also sad at the moment when I was told of the high-pitched tower.’ It’s Ms. Lu…

Luko-Nin came towards me, and she shot me on the forehead, and she said, “Enough, I told Dr. Wang last week.”

I found her with a smile and blinked at me again.

Me and Lu Zilong sat in the car.

Ludzi looked out the window and said, “He is suspicious.”

I’m in a complicated mood, just um-huh.

She said, ‘You asked a good question.’

I’m confused.

In the window, her reflections were beautiful, her fingers were curling up and her hair was silky.

She said, ‘I told him about the accident, but I did not say about jumping.’ Your five friends haven’t contacted him since. Plus, it’s not a star, there’s no news.

She said, “He should not have known so little.”

That day in the car, we told each other what we found, and we put together several questions: He knew in advance how the deceased died; what was unreasonable; what was suspected of being forced to marry him; what was known was the connection between the so-called six-degree division and the five; and what had been asked before the dead, and he knew the answer.

My voice lingered on my throat for a long time, and I still didn’t say what I saw on the colours.

Luko noticed.

She said, “You’ve made me wonder.”

I said, “What?”

She said, “In the elevator, your eyes do not turn when you lie.”

We said, “Because it is the truth.”

She said: Either you are a liar in the way, or you do something else, and you have other leads that I do not know, but you refuse to tell me.

A determined materialist? I laughed.

I said, “So you came to the conclusion?

She said that there were no conclusions and doubts. But don’t worry, I won’t make a presumption of guilt. I’m just used to being vigilant. I can feel it, you’re not a bad person.

And I said, “Well, that’s a good assumption.”

She looked back and looked at me.

After a while, she flipped the notebook and took a bunch of pictures from it and handed them to me.

I said, “What is this?”

She said, “It’s all a picture of the gills, I think you should want it.”

I nod and said, “Thank you.”

She covered her mouth and coughed.

And I said: Ah, I stole it.

She turned around.

On the window, her shadow smiles with satisfaction, stirs hair, closes her eyes and hums a simple melody.

Left eye.

I stood in the bathroom of the apartment, looking quietly at my left eye in the mirror.

Brown pupils, Asian normal pupils. So, there’s nothing different.

But when I light a cigarette and smoke it into the eyeball, the left eye changes.

It’s like ink in the water, and the left eye pupils are slowly spreading.

The other side of the left eye was activated by me, rather than by stress.

When the eyeballs reached their limit, I strangled the cigarettes, raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror.

My whole left eye turned black.

Black pupils covered my entire left eye.

It’s the left eye in this state, and I can see the movement behind it. The rules of use are also simple, so that the left eye is strongly stimulated. The cost of cutting is too high and the highest price is for cigarettes.

As for how to explain this left eye.

I figured it out after looking at that bunch of pictures that Luzi gave me.

Forty photos, covering the childhood and youth of Zilong.

Behind each one, the smiley face, is Dr. Wang.

Every one of them was ill-treatment and imprisonment… and many other tortures, and I was reluctant to repeat them.

That’s torture, for the old man, for me now.

Those images I see, they’re always jumping. One second, the twig was still under the tree, and the second, the twig was caught in the head and pressed into the cold pool.

The only warmth is when the picture ends and she can hold herself in the storeroom.

Then I found out I was wrong.

Those images jumped because they were inverted.

Before those pictures were taken, just like the five people I saw on the stand, before the jump.

It’s really understanding that people’s eyes are like a mirror, with my left eye, with the left hand, with her right hand, for the gill.

So with my left eye, after a moment of sight, for the gill, it was before her.

So there’s no so-called warmth. So, the real time line was to hide in the storage room, where she spilled the nails, tried to defend herself, and Dr. Wang appeared, opened the door, dragged her out of the storage room, abused her… and finally forced her to show her smile and take pictures.

Be his private treasure.

And I finally understand that I’ve seen it with my left eye.

It’s all despair hidden in a smile.

Lu Zilong is always busy at work and still comes to my apartment on weekends to study the clues at hand.

She brought a bag of tea and burned a pot.

I thought I looked familiar. She said, “The fat guy gave it to me.”

I rub my forehead with my palm. This time, it’s always paranoid.

She said, “How do you feel you’ve been depressed lately?”

I said, “I don’t think so.

She said, “Hey, don’t move.

She pulled my hair out of my forehead and focused on my left eye.

She said, “It’s strange…

I’m surprised.

She said, “Your left eye is thick in blood.”

And I fled her and said, “It’s better to say that there is no rest.”

She said, “Go with you to the hospital.”

I said, “It’ll be all right after tomorrow.”

At that time, my cat jumped on the table and stepped on a paper bag, where a stack of pictures slipped. I was able to relax, pick up the cat and go get the cat food.

Luko would have looked at those pictures, and she said behind me, “How cute as a child.”

I didn’t talk.

Actually, I appreciate Lu Zi Ning’s willingness to follow me. But I don’t know if I told her the truth about the left eye, whether she was evidence or whether I was suspected of delusional attacks, and suggested I go to a psychiatrist.

Even if she believed me, would she believe her superiors?

She’s the only public power I have now, and I don’t want to lose her so easily.

Lu Zi Ning brought some information about the six-degree division.

She took the information and lamented it: it makes sense.

I said, “Hmm?

She said, “I don’t love socialization much, and there are over 200 contacts on the phone. Don’t say six times, three times, and through three, I’ll know eight million people, and we’ll have eight million in town.

I said, “That’s not right. We’ll have to think about the friend repetition rate. On the six sides, it should be to reduce the impact of the repetition rate.

She grew up, picked up a pen, bit her fingernails and recorded them on the notebook.

I remember she didn’t have the habit of biting her fingernails when she asked Dr. Wang.

I hit my forehead.

The biggest question now is by what means Dr. Wang killed his wife.

And We said to Lu Zi Ning: Have you thought about other uses of six degrees?

She understands.

I said, “Six people, go get the fugitives.

And she opened her eyes and said, “Good thinking.”

She then settled and said, ” Is it true that the police have already met?

We said: The power of six degrees is that it does not look. In other words, what if we use a six-degree division to murder? There is no sense of the means of committing crimes, and there is no evidence. For example, those five people are stimuli.

She hesitated for a moment to say, “No, it’s not possible … there are too many factors to control, and people are not so vulnerable.

I thought about it a long time ago, and I couldn’t help but notice that Luko Ning was right. Even if the so-called six-degree murder had been committed, I would not have been able to prove from so many uncontrollable factors that Dr. Wang was deliberately murdered.

All his lawyer has to say is, “Prove that Dr. Wang has an ulterior motive for the psychological counselling of the five.”

I’d be speechless.

I hit the forehead.

Lu Zi Ning seems to be inconvenient, and she says, “If you have any other clues at all, take them out. I’d like to believe you this time, whether or not it’s legal.

I’m silent, I think about those pictures, and the images I see are silent.

With regard to Dr. Wang’s leads, if there’s anything left, then there’s only those images left. The silent image, I can’t tell what he’s done to Zen after the abuse.

Even if I suffer, I must go deep.

I asked Lu Zi Ning: Do you know how to speak?

She scratched her head: Uh… no.

I laughed.

She stood up, beat her thigh, made a fistshake, and she said, “Isn’t that just lip speech, a week, give me a week to learn.”

I said, “Wait for you, Officer Lu.”

She packs things and wears shoes at the door.

And when the door was opened, she turned her back to me and said: “Bitch, do not hide from me.”

I don’t know why. She seems a little angry.

When Lu Zilong was gone, I often sat alone in my apartment, watching the lights outside the balcony.

Nothing. Just sit there.

Hold the cat in the arms, rub its hair, hear it make a little snoring.

Sometimes the night wind comes in, blows the bells by the window, feels cool, and it’s summer coming.

Actually, I had a date with Zhuan, and I went to the beach in the summer.

What a pity.

I’m getting used to looking at those pictures. Light a cigarette, put it in your mouth and look with a black left eye.

Her thin body was dragged over and over and over again, almost able to hear loud blows and crashes.

She bit her teeth tight and didn’t speak at all.

I’m just reaching out and trying to hold her.

But I can’t cut off those white lines, I can’t protect her, I can only see that she suffers from despair beyond the limits of reality.

The last one in that stack was the one I saw most.

She was wearing winter clothes and standing under an old tree covered with snow.

Until then, in the corner of no man, she was beaten down.

He said a few words to her, and she shook her head and looked firmly at what she said.

He stopped.

After that, she left the old tree and came to the coffee shop. The fireplace was burning in the store and she asked if I wanted to marry her.

Of course I would.

That day in the coffee shop, she cried like a new baby.

But in the end, even her new life was destroyed by the killer.

I looked at those pictures and I thought, “I must make him pay.”

Sunday morning, the sun shines into the balcony.

Luk would rather pull my hair out of my forehead, and she hesitated to say, “That’s what you’re talking about…power?”

I nodded my head and I lit a cigarette in my hand.

She swings her hands and says, “Wait, wait, wait, wait. That’s not very scientific. Isn’t it a disease or something?

She didn’t believe it.

I smiled, I didn’t speak, I smoked, I spit out.

She grabbed her ear and said in her mouth: “It’s incredible, it’s incredible, it’s supposed to be an eye-student…

And suddenly, as if she were determined, she reached out to me, and said: Give me the smoke.

I was surprised, but she took a sip and wiped her lips, and said to me, “Let’s investigate.”

On the other hand, the smoke came out of her nasal cavity, like a fully-powered motor.

The form of the investigation was really simple, and I looked at the photographs with my left eye, compared the mouth to the mouth of Dr. Wang’s and Dr. Wang’s, and Lu Gi Ning translated the lips.

She’s had a week of self-study, and she’s not very skilled, so she’s also brought books, so I’ll stop from time to time and open the book for comparison.

Forty pictures, most of them Dr. Wang.

Sometimes he talks about the ears of the twigs and the twigs. He said, ‘Your parents do not want you because you are incompetent and you do nothing wrong.’ If it wasn’t for me, who’d feed you?

Or give her contradictory instructions to steal from other children. No, fight, steal, fight. Hit while scolding and cutting off your hand.

She wanted to ask for help and find the aunt at the orphanage, the one who was selling food outside our neighborhood. I grabbed the corner of my aunt’s dress and tried to speak, but I heard the gentle sound behind my back: What are you doing?

She buried her head in her aunt’s clothes and she was shaking. Aunty hugged her and appeased her: Don’t be afraid, the dean is here. Hold her up and put her in Dr. Wang’s arms.

He hit hard that night and drugged her. It’s gonna hurt. But she knew it was a good thing, she reached out, her finger caught a drop of alcohol and drugged her arm. Watch out, like a treasure.

And one evening, he hurriedly opened the door of the store, and said to her, “Hey, your parents are back.” Surprised out, empty out. She called out: “Mom, Mam, where are you?” And her hair was seized, and Dr. Wang put it in her ear, and said, “I lied to you.”

Seventeen summers, shades flow. She wants to go, even if it’s past.

He didn’t stop: you go, I’ll change the target. Or you can stay, grow up, be my wife.

She was shaking and threatened to turn him in.

He smiled softly, and said: “You forget that I am a psychiatrist.” Last week you signed your psychiatric report. They won’t believe you. They’ll just lose your mind.

I don’t know.

The left eye activated in about three minutes, so I had to keep the cigarette smoking.

The eyes are blurry.

Lu Zilong gave me a tissue and said, “There’s only one photo left. Shall we continue?”

And We shook our heads and said, “On the limit, let it rest.”

Lu Zi would rather keep his head down and look at the records in the notebook, and he couldn’t speak for half a day.

For a long time, she said, “Are you really seeing this?

I said, “Yes.”

She said that, if the evidence was solid, although the prosecution period was over, we could still apply to investigate his orphanage and stop him from abusing children. But…

I said, “The key is this, the connection between six murders and the past.

I took the paper and pen, and I wrote about what those five people said and what they had.

I know that there is a possibility that Dr. Wang was deliberately murdered.

That is, he used the shadow of his childhood.

Guide the five to awaken the deepest despair.

I found that it was not even necessary to search deliberately to match the words of those five with those of Dr. Wang.

As a child, Dr. Wang repeatedly told her that he lost his parents because of your incompetence.

Her superiors then threatened her with dismissal if her performance failed.

Fatso hinted that I was cheating, and my best friend was getting darker.

Because of incompetence, everything is lost.

Dr. Wang forced her to steal and called her a thief.

When she was 17 years old, she was tricked into signing a psychiatric certificate, and no one would believe it, even if she did.

So the gym coach misunderstood her for stealing and scolding.

Unjustified grievances.

And, groceries.

I think I’ve made a mistake before, and I’ve been excited about it, not the saying that there’s thieves in the neighborhood.

It’s that: The dean misses you.

It’s like when my mom held her in the arms of the dean.

In the end, these words were gathered in her ears, and they told her that you had lost everything, that no one would listen to your testimony and that you could only return to President Wang.

So she locked up the window, like when she was a kid, and she was all over the place in vain.

The difference is, this time, she decided not to stay.

She stood on the balcony with her arm open.

Until I arrived in a hurry.

In the apartment, Lu, Lu, listen to me.

I said, “Now, there are only two questions left. Why did you ask the math? And there were only five people in six murders.

I think the answer must be in that last photo.

I activated my left eye again, and the pain passed inside my head, and I looked at the image.

The first is Dr. Wang, who takes the twig to no one’s corner and talks to the twig.

I’m more of an exit type.

Lu Zilong translates: these years are only for you, for a reason.

I hold my breath, the answer should be very close.

Dr. Wang said one more word, very brief, and I’m a better export.

Lu Zi Ning stopped.

We said: What, is it difficult to translate?

Luko would rather look back and say, “I love you with mouth.”

I nod my head.

In the picture, she said something.

I’m a little more than an exit type.

Lu Zilong kept quiet with me for a while and said:

I’m sorry I’ve got lovers.

The shade flows, the twilight rises to the head and looks firmly to Dr. Wang.

It’s over.

It’s a headache, and it looks like it’s coming out of its eyes.

I covered my left eye.

No, why, why the clue is broken again. Mathematics; six murders, but only five. Where the hell is the leak?

It’s been a long time, I’m slowing down.

Luko would rather sit quietly, and his face seems to be a bit lost.

I said, “What’s wrong?

She showed some panic and said, “No, it’s okay.”

I picked up the paper, wrote on it in haste, and I tried it many times, but I never found it.

I said, “It doesn’t matter the five points above can prove he was the killer.

Lu Zi Ning interrupted me and said that it was a presumption of guilt.

And We took the paper and pointed it to her, and said: Indeed it was hard to kill with a few words, but he used the shadow of his childhood. That’s all he said to her that year. You see, it’s all right.

She’s silent.

I wrinkled the edge of the paper.

We said, “Did you not say you would believe me?

She said that the police wanted actual evidence. Ye Xiaobai, I can’t judge a man for your words. You know, it’s not as effective as his own confession.

I bow my head, and my voice is almost crying: the Gospel of John, chapter 9, section 25. He’s not a sinner, I don’t know. But once I was blind, now I can see.

I’m sorry, I’m an atheist.

And I waited a long time before I said: Go and leave me alone.

Lu Zilong did not take away the books and information about the lips.

After Lu Zi Ning left, I washed an apple and sat in the living room eating and reading the books.

There may be other possibilities.

Maybe the last photo, Ludwig made the wrong translation.

Maybe I can find other omissions, find more precise connections.

Maybe not so much maybe.

I forgot my position so easily.

She’s a police officer, and everything is true evidence.

I turned over the lips and almost printed them in my head. Yet the translation of the lips and her translation is the same.

I put down the data, stomped the temple, lying in a picture of the ground.

What can I do with my left eye?

It can only see.

It can’t do anything.

I don’t know who gave me this left eye.

Is it a god? Or is it a twilight?

But why, I can’t save you or make the killer pay.

Is this just to make me see you?

But I want to do more for you.

The empty apartment, I lay in that pile of pictures, and cried low and shallow like a wounded beast.

I’ve prepared a knife into the snails.

Many days later, in the afternoon, I was standing on a beautiful street.

Heads up, 15-story window, is Dr. Wang’s mind room. It is said to be a little larger, with security and secretaries.

I pressed down my hat, pushed the convection door in the hall, and looked at it with a glimpse of consciousness.

My breath almost stopped.

Lu Zi Ning.

She came to stop me?

No, she’s in the other direction of the revolving door, looks like she’s leaving the building.

She’s blind and has a few steps, so she’s in my shape and out.

I walked into the building and came to the elevator and couldn’t help but look back. She walked outside the building, hit the passers-by, and looked at the air in front of her.

There’s people in the elevator, and they ask, “Man, are you going or not?

I waved, chased out and shouted at her behind her. She didn’t answer. She took the taxi.

I scolded and waved over a taxi and followed her in the back door.

She went back to a small section, probably where she lived, and I followed her behind and saw her take the key, open the door and walk into the house.

I followed in.

I patted her shoulder and said, “Are you all right?”

She looked me in the eye and noded.

She burned a pot of tea and poured herself a glass. And I sat beside her without my share.

She finished a cup of Chinese tea and stood up.

I said: Lu Zi Ning…

She began to learn about the stripping of Cisoso.

I was rushing to cover my eyes, remembering that the door was open, with my back on her and running to close the door.

I will not turn back and say: What is the matter with you?

She didn’t respond. I heard her walking barefoot into the bathroom, the door closes, and the water comes out of the lilies.

I’m relieved.

I sat on the couch, I touched the knife between my waist, and at this point, it was kind of calm. I’m not really sure if I really have the courage to kill. I took a look at the house of Lu Zong Ning, but it’s all functional, kitchen, bedroom, living room … The couch is right on the wall, with a hello Kitty bell.

What’s more embarrassing is the sofa, a pile of unwashed clothes and underwear. I restrain myself from looking over there. Then it came to mind that Lu Zi Ning didn’t usually have a friend to visit? I left my clothes in the living room.

The clock ticks and ticks, and Lu Zhu Ning spent too much time in the bathroom. But I couldn’t rest until I coughed and said, “Are you okay?”

No response.

And I cried: Lu Zi Ning, if you are alright, let me know.

Just listen to her voice coming from the bathroom: Six out of 160, equals what?

Her voice doesn’t have any emotion.

In the living room, tick-tock.

I’m sweating straight up.

I ran into the bathroom door.

The fog rises.

The bathroom window was open, and Lu Zi Ning sat by the window and looked straight at me.

She said, ‘Tell me the answer, Yip.’

It’s exactly the same as the question at the time.

Lu Zi Ning’s weight moved out, his body was shaking and only his hands were holding the window. It seems that as soon as you let go, you fall.

I put my hand out to the land, and I said, “Don’t move and keep the balance.”

After all, for a long time, I was thinking back about the question she asked. If I had said something else at the time, would it have been different?

I slowly approached her and said, “The second side of 160 is 25,000 and the third side is…

The lantern is still spraying water, and I pass it down, hot water wets my hair and spreads all over me.

It’s about a metre away from Luko Ning, and the tub is blocking me. This tub is under the window, and there’s no dead end.

I tried to step in the tub, but I saw her loose her hand.

She said, ‘Tell me the answer, Yip.’

And We raised our hands, and took back our feet, and said, “Don’t move, I will tell you.”

She slowly put her hand down and grabbed the window again.

I suddenly leaned forward and stretched out my arm and grabbed her wrist. She raised her hand and tried to avoid it, and I felt like I touched her and held it tight.

However, just grabbed her left finger.

This tub is too much trouble, I’m on the edge of the tub, and I’m holding the position in front of my waist. Shit, this way, my focus is totally in my stomach and I can’t do it. Plus sweating in her hands, her tails almost slipped out of my hands.

I tried to pull her down, but I didn’t know she had the strength, she struggled, almost dumped me, and I almost fell in the tub.

I’m afraid she’s out of balance, busy, just holding on to her tail.

She’s getting even.

After that, I tried a few times, but no matter how small, her reaction was intense. When she looked at me, her eyes were gone, asking me questions.

So I went on to report: three, four…

Once I had the wrong answer in front of him, he took a step back.

But I don’t know, this time, if the right answer is given. Will Lu Zilong come down or will he be more responsive?

I don’t have much time left.

If I could also see Lu Zi Ning’s despair…

My other hand picked it up in my pocket and scolded me for a bad one. Today I was going to chop someone up and I didn’t take it with me. Shit, even the cigarettes are wet.

I’ve got my hands fixed.

I touched the other knife on the back.

I remember that the left eye would become special, because the glass slag got stuck in the eye.

It was just a strange feeling, not a pain.

Even the doctor told me that the left eye was fine.

But it’s just a slight injury, and I can see things beyond the dimensions of reality in the pictures of the gill. And it’s smoked over and over again with cigarettes, and the other side of it is activated to see the past beyond the time dimension.

What if it’s more serious?

Can I see her despair in Luko Ning’s body?

I look up.

The land would rather sit by the window, the wind blows, and she shakes with her shoulder.

And there was a moment when We heard the evening wind before the fall of the twilight.

I was halfway on the ground that evening, standing up. The wind swayed through the cracks of the falling window, blowing the curtains, blowing the bell of the cat, shaking the sound of the tinkling.

The twig stood in the arm of the balcony, with his back to the blue sky, and his skirt swayed.

In the time after I left, I imagined a lot of if. If I said something else, if I ran faster, if I reached out earlier…

I know that there is only one step from the end.

Just one step away.

And We said to the girl who was sitting on the side of the window: Fear not, I am here.

I’ve got a decision to make.

I grabbed the handle, bit my teeth tight, and the blade crossed the eye of the left eye.

She was afraid to scream, scared of the window, the close teeth and the smell of blood in her mouth. The palms were squeezing the handle, like placing a silent plastic in the palms. My forehead was cold and sweaty, and the wind blew into the bathroom on my face as if it was not my face.

I opened my left eye.

I saw it!

Behind the back of Lu Zi Ning, a few shadows emerged, which became clearer as the blood in front of them faded.

Five shadows, white wires, formed pentagon stars surrounded the landing.

Three men and two women. They’re all people I don’t know.

I try to open my left eye and work deep into my nerves. Pain erodes the eyes, and I can feel the other side of the left eye being activated, and the pupils begin to spread slowly, covering an entire left eye.

The time went backwards and the shadows slowly moved.

Lu Zilong left an office, closed her door and walked quietly in the aisle.

The woman who was dressed by the secretary came in haste with her coffee and accidentally swung her coffee over the shirt. The woman even apologized, and her mouth looked at her lips and I was lucky to have read her lips a few times.

The woman said to Lu Zi Ning: “Sorry for the delay in meeting your friends.”

Luko was surprised: How did you know?

The woman pointed to a white flower in the chest.

The land would have been a little lost.

Women laughed at her: I thought your friend would be happy to see you.

There’s a mirror in the walkway, and Rudd would rather come to the mirror and take a look at himself.

She took a few deep breaths, turned around and continued in the walkway. It’s a long walkway, space is narrow and the ceiling is very close to the top of the head, like it’s going to come down on the head. Photos are on both sides of the walkway, and the glass frame looks valuable.

An old lady dressed as a janitor came to the land with a bucket in her hand.

Luko would rather stay away from her and avoid her, but she hit the frame by the wall in a moment of elude.

Aunt fell, the frame fell on the floor. Mom’s in a hurry to climb up and pick up the glass.

Lu Zi Ning, ask her: Are you okay?

Aunt murmuring: Why can’t you spell it? I shouldn’t have gone so fast, I shouldn’t have gone this way.

The buckets were thrown over the floor, and the water spread over the paper frame and flowed all over the floor.

Luko-Nin was helping to pick up the glass, and suddenly her movement stopped, and she dropped the glass fragments in her hand and got up in silence and ran away.

When she walked out of the aisle, the sight opened in an instant, she saw the front desk in front of her face, and the wall was full of bells, ticks and ticks, and the time of the moment, the time of the time, the time of the moment, the time of the needles, all of the same, as if countless eyes blinked.

Luk would rather rub his eyelids with his hands and walk through the front desk.

There were two men standing at the front desk and they stopped her: Ms. Lu.

Luko would rather go back.

A man said: “There is something I need your help.

They took out two notes, and asked her to tell which one was fake.

B. Man’s a little sad: I don’t know how the counterfeit money got in. I got this money on me.

Luzi hesitated to point out one of them, but he didn’t speak, and the man grabbed the banknote and tore it to pieces.

I’d rather be scared.

A: Ms. Lu, we believe in your judgment.

A. He suddenly took the remaining banknote and said, “Wait, there’s no gold line on this money. This is a fake.

The rest was torn apart.

The pieces of the banknote floated, and the land would rather see B with his hateful eyes.

She turned back and covered her face, and she said, “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

She turned around and rushed to the elevator, while saying at the same time: one hundred and sixty two and three…

The last man was a security man.

Lu Zi Ning was in the elevator with him, and he looked at his watch from time to time.

He said, “Are you a cop?”

The land is nodding with some indifference.

And he was ashamed to touch his head, and said: I was a policeman, so I could see.

Lu Zi Ning said, “You used to…

Uncle waved and said, “It’s all the same. Too impulsive, shooting, injuring passers-by and leaving him with a permanent disability. The police didn’t want to fire me. I proposed it myself. Because I knew he would never forgive me for his life…

He turned his head and looked into Lu Zi Ning’s eyes and said, “I have to do something to make amends for my sins.

Rudd can’t talk.

Elevator parked on one floor, door opened slowly.

He looked at the watch and said to Lu, “You’re going to meet a friend?” Time to go.

I’d rather keep my head down.

When she came out of the elevator and raised her head again, I saw her eyes lost focus.

This is the end of the picture.

I was standing in the bathroom, sweating cold, partly because of pain; partly because I couldn’t get it out.

In fact, the first thing I saw was the security guard, then the front desk, and then the last thing I saw was the roadway. In order to find out why Luko was desperate, I quickly put those events in a sequence of time lines and turned them into a walkway, front desk, elevator uncle…

But I can’t see how these people brought land to a desperate end.

And for that reason, I don’t know anything about Lu’s past.

There’s nothing in the bathroom, let alone a picture of Luzi’s past.

I’ve got answers in my mouth: one hundred and sixty on five, one and one on five…

The result of the calculations is that I’m just messing with her for a while.

I recall what those people said and did to Lu Zi Ning.

The Secretary mentioned white flowers and friends. The white flowers, I remember for funerals. And to mention friends… so Luko would rather visit, actually a dead friend?

It’s the beginning of land’s deviance. Ludwig wanted to help, and she saw a broken frame and running water, without saying anything, running away.

The frame is fractured, the man is watered down like a picture, the dark passage, the water is almost black.

It’s like someone lying on the floor bleeding. In other words, it may have been someone who died in the presence of Luko Ning … Yes, she is a member of the criminal police force, and this is a normal thing to do and is part of her work.

And she said, “I shouldn’t have to be in a state of regret.”

If I replace my aunt with Lu Zi Ning, it’s Lu Zi Ning who sits in front of the dead and repents: I shouldn’t have done it.

Is it true that one of Lu’s actions caused the death of a non-damn person?

After that, Lu Zilong was called by two front offices to distinguish between counterfeit money. One of her conscious choices, the banknotes were torn apart, and then they discovered that Ludwig’s identification was wrong and the last one was torn apart. The holders of the banknotes look down on their faces and whisper, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry. Who’s it for? It seems to me that there are some clues that the banknote holders are suggesting that the families of the deceased have a grudge against Luko Ning? So at this point, they magnified Lu’s guilt?

In addition, their entire behaviour was linked to the choice of Lukozi. In other words, the thing that made Luko feel guilty about is that he made a choice?

The last security guard, he said something strange: “I’m sorry for the badge on his head, he’ll never forgive me, paralysis and his resignation.”

And, atonement.

I guess I had a guess, though I don’t know if it’s accurate… In one operation, Lu Zining’s choice killed a friend of hers. Her despair comes from her deep guilt. And those who released the shadow of her heart by words and by re-emergence, and devoured her.

And at the end, gave her a way to redeem herself.

I noticed that the security man told her, not you. It’s time to go.

In the bathroom, I bowed my waist, I stepped on the edge of the tub, stretching my arm to the end of the landing.

And at the end, gave her a way to redeem herself.

I noticed that the security man told her, not you. It’s time to go.

In the bathroom, I bowed my waist, I stepped on the edge of the tub, stretching my arm to the end of the landing.

I had two options in mind, one of which, following my guess, led to Luko Ning. The second is, a little decentralization of the feet and a little tightening of the inside of the tub, so that you can do something.

If there’s a mistake in guessing, Luko would rather get off me, I’d just jump off my feet and go to the window. I risk falling, but if I catch her, her hair will be fine, her ankle will be fine, at least she will be saved.

Even with these two programmes, the risks remain high. But that’s the best I can do.

Spell it.

We said: “It is not your fault.”

Ruiko would have closed his eyes in pain and said, “It’s me and I … If I hadn’t done so, she would not have died.” I shouldn’t have…

I said, “But your point of departure was good, right?

She shook her head and said, “I’m not sure… I just suspected that he was the one who kidnapped her, and I did it on my own, and she died…

I said, “You’re a cop, and it’s your job to fight criminals.” The moment she heard you came to save her, she must have been happy. What happened was unexpected.

She said, “If it wasn’t for me, the accident would not have happened. It’s me…

I said, “Yes.” You’re responsible for that man’s death.

I said, “But you’re not a murderer.”

Luko Ning’s eyes were opening up, and I saw her face relaxing, but her eyes were still lost.

She said, “The killer is not me?”

I don’t know what happened at the scene, but when I said it was vague, and it was a big deal, so the blind cat ran into a rat, and I had a little bit of a calmer. But I don’t think I can handle it anymore.

And I held my strength and cried out, saying, ‘So you used to ransom yourself, and did you think she could bear it?’

Landless, quiet.

We said, “You are one of those who went to her rescue, and you committed suicide to save her; so how can she rest in peace?” Do you want her to blame herself as you do?

And We said, “At least, for her, a way of atonement.”

I saw Lu Zi Ning’s eyes have a little bit of beauty.

She said, “What should I do?”

I said, “Now, slowly, come down from the window, I’ll tell you.”

The Luzis hesitated and leaned back a little.

She slowly put her foot down and stepped on the edge of the tub.

She came down, her feet were floating and she fell into the tub.

I jumped up and held her.

She fell in my arms, crying out loud.

I took off my coat, put it on her, touched her hair, comforted her: It’s okay, it’s okay.

I looked down at her, and the white line came off behind her. Those five people are missing, disappearing like powder.

As a result, the second option was not useful.

Really, great.

I saved her. Great.

I did it.

The evening sun shines into Lu’s living room.

She was wearing a blanket, hugged her legs and strangled on the couch.

I burned a pot of water, made her hot tea, wanted to say something, but I found no way to speak.

The hot tea she snuck in her hands, her eyes were low, she cried in my arms, and now she seems afraid to speak.

So long, I said, “The shower is full of fog, and I didn’t actually look at you — no, it was an emergency, I saved you.

I’m embarrassed to touch my nose.

She said, “Your eyes are all right.”

I rubbed my left eye and said, “Does it look unusual?”

She shakes her head and says, “It’s a lot of blood, and everything else is fine.”

I think it’s amazing, but it’s a knife in the eye, and it’s probably cut the corneas and crystals or something. But now there is no pain, and there is no visual impact. On the contrary, what you see now is clearer than ever.

Kind of like shaving.

On the ground, I’d rather tighten the blanket and shrink.

She said: Thank you just now.

I said, “Don’t be polite with me.”

She said, “So now your left eye can see my despair?

I told Luko what I saw, the front desk, the elevator, the security guard… Lu Zi Ning told me that the images that I had described and what she had experienced since leaving Dr. Wang’s psychiatric office were exactly the same.

I said, “Why did you suddenly go to Dr. Wang?”

She said: I intended to tell you later … I went to question him.

I said, “Interrogate”?

She said: Did I tell you? The evidence we have is less effective than his own confession. I learned to interrogate psychology at the police academy, create false information, make suspects mistakenly believe that the case has been revealed and tend to deal with the police. They will tell the truth in part, in exchange for their own decompression, and will then be able to provide further exits. I’m going to use this way to come up with some clues.

I said, “It doesn’t sound legal.”

Ludwig took out a blue hair card and put it on the tea table.

Then I turned back and said, “Ah, I set it up.”

Luko would have bowed his head and said, “Well, he put it together — I went to him in the name of a psychiatrist, so he kept taking the subject to my heart. Before I understood it, I had already revealed most of my heart. I got depressed and he went out and made a phone call and gave me a suggestion.

Luko would have let me open her handbag and take out her notebook. Turning that page, I found Ludwig writing on it:

Dr. Wang’s proposal:

It’s painful, and it’s a math question of how big it is.

If you’re confused, ask the closest people around you, they’ll give you an answer and you’ll be free.

Lu Zilong went on to say, ” The secretary later pointed out the white flower in my chest and asked if I was going to meet my friends. That’s weird. It scares me because I didn’t put that white flower on it. Now, think about it, it’s probably the secretary who spilled coffee and put it on my chest. The lights on the walkway were dark and no sign of her movement.

Lu Zi Ning said, “Then, the situation can be described as a quick turn. My aunt’s actions brought me back to the accident. Singing at the front desk reminds me of the fact that the families of the victims have still not forgiven me.

I reminded her that you were at that moment, starting with the math.

She said, “Yes, the chest is depressing, and the mind is full of negative emotions. And remembering what Dr. Wang said about doing maths, I calculated in my heart that one plus one, two plus two had some effect, and then I counted more and more and more, and somehow in my mouth, the one with the largest number in my mind, the six of 160. At that time, it was kind of unconscious.

She said, “When the security guard said he was a cop, I sort of abated. I didn’t think that his impatience to abdicate had focused my negative feelings. What is said is that the families of the victims have not forgiven me, but that I cannot forgive myself. He said later, it’s time to go. I can hardly tell who’s talking and almost think that’s my voice.

She said, “You know the rest. Go home, kill yourself.” I know exactly what I’m doing. Reason resists death, one voice calls me to die, and one hears me to live. I’m stuck in two voices and I’m choking. It’s a calculation that gives me a little breath, and I count six times over 160 in my head. But I couldn’t calculate at that time. I couldn’t. And then something terrible happened, the math thing, and the two voices that made me live.

I took a look at the notebook, and one of the suggestions made by Dr. Wang was:

“If you’re confused, ask the closest people around you, they’ll give you an answer and you’ll be relieved. I’m sorry.

I said, “Until I asked if you were okay…

Lu Ziko would rather stir up the hair and say, “When I hear your voice, I ask the question.” I wanted to ask you a lot of questions, ask you if I’m the killer, ask you if I deserve forgiveness, ask you if I should die… But in my head, there’s no more words, no more words, no more than simple numbers.

I asked her, “What would you do if I were right?

She said, ‘I did not know whether you were right or wrong.’

I’m in shock.

Rudd’s words reveal a terrible message to me.

I’ve been confused about six murders and why there are only five behind me.

I realized the truth at this moment.

Lu Zi Ning said, “When I asked the math, I was at peace.” Those two voices have also disappeared, and only I have said in my heart that it is not yet possible to die and wait for answers.

She said, “When you start from the second side, I’m waiting, and when you report five sides, I’m happy for no reason. There’s only one thought in my head, and the answer will come, and I’ll die.”

She said, “And then you led me to save me.”

I can’t talk.

Luzi hesitated to say that Dr. Wang was using more than five people…

Yeah, Luko Ning realized that too.

On the land, on the land, on the land. The reason I can’t see how the math is implanted in their hearts. It is because of the six sides of 160 that it is not the cause of despair.

It’s a fuse of explosives.

Whether I am right or wrong, they will not hesitate to listen to those insinuations, and will commit suicide.

Six degrees of murder.

There were six of them.

I’m the sixth.

The shock and the unnamed grief have been condensed, as if the vocal cord had been condensed together.

I squeezed my fist.

Lu Zilong put down his cup of tea and said, “I wonder if it would be better for you to say this…

I said, “How easy is it to talk.”

She said, “I’ll take you to the police station to reopen the case and I’ll be your witness.” And…

She looked down and said: “A policeman almost got killed … The police will take care of it.”

We said: But they saw not.

She said, “As a minimum, give it a try.”

I laughed at myself and said, “Did I try a little?

Luko would rather be silent.

But suddenly, she reached out her hand and shot me in the back of the head, and she said, “Hey, cheer up, where was your hero’s life?”

And her two hands gripped my ears, shaking hard, and scolded me, saying: “Saving a man with more reason than a man, she castrates herself.” I’ll strangle you.

I ate the pain, said a few words, and she dumped her.

She said, “Can we talk?

And I waved, and said, ‘Fine, you have shaken me enough.’

Yes, Luzi Ning is right. It’s not the time to complain.

I put together in my head the evidence at hand, Dr. Wang’s methods of killing, the survivors, and Dr. Wang’s evidence of torture.

Even if the evidence were to come to the police, it could be established.

There is also a lack of the most critical link in order for Dr. Wang to pay the price for the killing.

Motive.

Dr. Wang’s wisdom is that his methods of killing cannot be proven. Lu Zi believe it. The police won’t. Even if the police knew the law was against the law, the judge wouldn’t believe it.

But he was not unbreakable, and Lu Zi Ning told me that even if the means of the crime were difficult to prove, the confessions and available evidence formed a logical chain of evidence, the only conclusion drawn by the police on that basis could be evidence of his conviction.

In other words, his only crack is his statement.

I said, “What if Dr. Wang doesn’t talk?”

She said that there were many ways to obtain evidence. The police aren’t as simple as you think.

I said, “Can I go to his place myself before that?”

She refilled herself with a cup of tea in her hand.

She said, “Why are you carrying a knife today?”

Well, it turns out she can’t get away from her eyes.

I touched my nose and said frankly: I wanted to wipe his neck.

She said, “I warn you that if you kill, I will not spare you.”

I said, “No, not this time.”

She said: No.

We said, ‘Did you not say you would believe me?’

She said, “I believe in you, but I do not wish that you should be sentenced. Do you think killing is justice?” Besides, do you know how to get a statement legally?

I said, “So I want you to come with me.”

She doesn’t understand.

We said, ‘Absortment.’ I told you, I’ll give you another way to make amends. Come with me to see Dr. Wang, if I have any excesses, you stop me. Help me get a legal confession. That’s your atonement.

She said, “But…

We said, “I just want to try for the last time, and let him plead guilty before me.”

She hesitated, tied up her blankets, whispered something that did not comply with the police regulations, knew the law, etc.

I stood up, picked up the blue hair card on the table and opened it gently.

She sat on the couch and looked at me.

I leaned down and put on her hair card.

I said, “Ah, I made you go.”

The sun fell out of the window like a fire, and the left of the sunset was taken into the living room and the furniture was slashed out.

Land would rather touch the hair card on his head and look at me with complicated eyes.

This city’s nightfall.

The light’s on.

Me and Luko would rather walk down the street.

In her neighborhood, she went to the parking lot, took out a car key and hit her head again.

I said, “Can’t you see you can drive?”

She was embarrassed to say, “It was only this week that she got her driver’s license.”

I said, “I’m glad you left your car there…

And she looked at me and said, “Irritating.”

A distance from Dr. Wang’s building, I called the psychiatric clinic to confirm that he was still there. He’s his secretary at the end of the phone.

Lu Zi Ning also made a call to the police. There have been new developments in the case of the serial crash of women. In a moment, she will take a victim ‘ s family, who is with her.

And she took away the phone and said, “I’m still worried.” When he gets there, if he’s using psychological hints…

I said, “I’ll save you.”

She said, “It’s you I’m worried about.”

We said: He knows not my past.

She said, “I don’t know, that’s what worries me.”

I said, “Don’t worry, I’m an ordinary man who works nine to five days a day and sometimes works all night and doesn’t see any hope for a promotion. I must say, my desperate upper limit is my resignation from my home to farm.

And she smiled, and she said, “You can be very optimistic.”

I said, “Yeah. If nothing happens to her…

We were silent.

I rubbed my hair and talked about the case.

And I said: Have you thought about his employees, who know how he kills? They’re working so well, they don’t seem to know anything.

The sons of the land would rather shake their heads and say, “I prefer that they were only accomplices without knowledge.”

We said, “Do not make a presumption of guilt?

Rudd said, “I did it.”

It’s like telling me something about the accident.

Her story started when she was little.

Ten years ago, her police father died in the line of duty and became a hero of the police force.

Ten years later, she followed Dad’s legacy and took the police academy. Her uncles took care of her and made her a member of the police force.

Last winter, there was a disappearance in the city.

At the time, she had identified a suspect who, in fact, had no evidence, simply because the suspect looked like his father ‘ s killer.

It was a criminal gang that was active 10 years ago, known as “Magic”, and most of its members were arrested by the police. It was in that arrest that her father was cut off with a sharp instrument.

Ten years, that killer’s been running.

She collected all the information she could gather within her mandate, including whereabouts, identity information, criminal records … When all the clues came together, she arrived at a weak conclusion.

That wasn’t him.

His background is clean and his identity is legal.

Luko would rather not, she suspected that he had forged his identity. As long as it is proved that he abducted the girl, Lu Zilong will be able to mobilize the resources of the police and carry out a thorough search of him.

That night, Luko lied about the order and led the team into his house.

The missing are in his basement.

When Luzi led the team to the house and found the basement.

The hostages and him are dead.

Forensics returned the scene. The perpetrators, who had seen no chance of escape, had their neck removed before the police arrived in the basement and subsequently committed suicide.

In that basement, Lu Zi Ning found evidence that he had forged his identity card.

Yes, he was the one who killed Lu Zong Ning’s father.

Luko asked me: “Isn’t it strange? My guess is right, my instincts are so accurate, as my father guided me in the Spirit of Heaven.

But a girl who had a chance to survive died because of me.

The girl’s family was crying before the portrait.

Land would rather stand in the crowd and look at the girl in the frame, the girl would be silent and the land would rather not speak.

She is aware that due to her presumption of guilt, she lost both procedural and outcome justice.

There was no excuse for her, because the girl lost her life.

As a matter of fact, I missed a bit about Lu’s despair.

Lu Zi Ning was supposed to be taken seriously by the police, and the uncles saved her. The media prepared a draft of the case, which was also crushed by uncles and uncles.

At that moment, she saw herself ugly because she was silent and had not refused.

This guilt and conscience have always surrounded her, so that, after being deliberately guided by Dr. Wang, she can become desperate and tell her to die and your death is the best atonement.

Lu Zilong finished this story and we were in silence.

Yeah, well, it wasn’t a long time before I saw her inside, and it was always better to avoid it.

I felt a cigarette case in my pocket, shivering, and there was no smoke. Luko would rather pass a lady’s cigarette from the side. I picked it up. She ordered me.

And he said, “There is one more thing that you are not told.”

I had smoke in my mouth and I said, “Aon?”

She said that I had no authority to investigate a long time ago, because of the impact of last year’s case, I am now largely in the police force. I’ve been working with you for a while, but I’m trying to use you.

I said, “Good officer back on duty?”

She said, “What makes you think that?” – I saw my shadow, my paranoia, my presumption of guilt, my bite. I think it’s to get you to drop the presumption of guilt and arrest the culprits. It’s kind of my regret.

And I laughed and said, “Then we are of the same kind.”

She said, “And I’ll quit when your case is over.

I said, “You’re not going to be a cop anymore?

She said, “No, I’m not one of them.” The old man’s legacy is killing me.

She stretches her back and says, “I want to get in love.”

On both sides of the street, the car, the neon blinking. I saw the back of the neon under the landing, and somehow it tickled my eyes.

Just this once, nobody shows up.

The heart is calm.

Building, up. Fifth floor.

Behind that window is Dr. Wang.

Me and Lu Zilong stand under the building.

I said to Lu, “Let’s go.”

Lu Zi Ning’s phone rings.

She’s on the phone, and suddenly she’s suggesting that I wait. She’s walking back and forth, and the sound on the phone is blurry, and I can only hear what she says: Can you give me any more time? What does he say? Is that clear?

And suddenly the voice on the other side of the phone increased its volume, and I heard two words: a chance.

Chance?

It’s been a long time since Ludwig hung up.

She said: “There is a woman from the head.”

I said, “What?”

She said she claimed to be the perpetrator of the serial crash.

At night, the wind blows from the towers, screeching at distant clouds.

Luko would rather look at me than see me.

She said, “I’m sorry. I was asked to go back.”

I looked up, on the fifth floor of the building, by that window, and there was about one person.

Dr. Wang.

Strange, so far away.

And I could even see his face, gentle and peaceful.

And hidden under this ordinary mask, that sarcasm.

We said, ‘You know well that the woman is only a scapegoat.’

She said, “Come on, listen to me.

We interrupted her and said, “Is it your uncles who called you?”

She said, “Yes.”

I said, “Well, don’t waste the chance to turn around.

I’d rather not say a word than turn my head.

I watched her go away.

She suddenly turned around and came at me, biting her teeth.

And she came to me, staring at me like a cannon, and said: Do you think I do not want to catch the murderer? I don’t know if he’s the top bag.

She said: I have already filed six murders, but I have not been able to do so. Now she’s explained the psychologically implied method of killing. What are you talking about? This is a six-degree murder opportunity!

And I said: But she was not the murderer.

She came up and grabbed me in the ear and said, “Do you understand?” The evidence we have points to Dr. Wang, and if I do not go back, the killer will become her. Have you thought about it? She was probably hypnotized and convinced that she was the killer.

She’s got no power on her hands.

She whispered: I didn’t want to disappoint you, and I didn’t want anyone to be wronged.

She let go.

I touched my earlobes.

I know what Lu Zi Ning said, and I’m not angry.

Just unsatisfied.

She said: “I know that you are not willing.”

She said, ‘He has certainly caught us by surprise.’ But don’t forget, the more he arranges for the top of the list, the greater the suspicion of his subjective crimes in the chain of crashes. The next step is to establish a case to investigate him.

She said, “Give me some time.”

I looked her in the eye and said, “Do you promise me, Officer Lu?”

She said, “Yes.

And she turned away, whispering, “Wait for me.”

I don’t understand.

She cried out, and said, “I mean, you cannot go to him without my permission.”

I didn’t speak. She pointed at my nose and said, “Beware of obstructing your duty.”

I nod and said, “Well, business is business.”

I don’t know why, when I got home, I started having headaches, and so did the left eye, like countless ants eating nerves.

Lu Zilong went back to the police station and asked me to wait at least two days. Interrogation and certiorials take a lot of time. Two days, that’s the limit.

Nor can I turn it off. As a key witness, Luko-chan will call me at any time.

Every once in a while, you get a message from Ludwig on your cell phone, which is just a few words. But the information is comprehensive:

The woman from the head was the groceries lady, who insisted that she wanted to kill with psychological implication. However, under interrogation, the reasons for surrender are not clear at all.

In the apartment, I opened the fridge, took out some ice, wrapped it in towels, put it on my eyes. When I was cold, I squealed and shivered.

The cat came down to the window, crouched down, and made an unknown meow. I went over, sat next to it, touched its head, leaned on my arm.

I’m analysing the current progress:

Mother is sure to kill herself. In fact, hypnosis does not usually last long, and it is only a matter of time before she is told that Dr. Wang is in charge. Plus, there is a police word guide, and the time is shorter.

After that, the case was opened.

The police will start with the motive of Dr. Wang to send a top bag. He sent a man on top of him, close to being a suspect.

Six-degree murders have already been reported. As for circumstantial evidence, Fatso’s statement was a link, as would the testimony of his employees.

Even if Dr. Wang refuses to confess.

Waiting for him will remain the charge of premeditated murder.

There’s wind through the hall, and there’s wet air in the wind.

It’s gonna rain.

I heard the wind passing by with the bells, and it sounded soft.

The cat stood up, he looked to his left for a while, shaking his ass, walking away without a sound. I’m confused to watch it.

After a while, he came back with a photograph, put it at my feet and screamed at me.

It’s like asking questions about where the people in the picture are.

That’s a picture of the gill.

I almost forgot. It’s been a month.

It tickles, it doesn’t know. It’s melted ice or something.

I know, it’s not sad, it’s bitter to finally avenge.

Later on, my mood gradually receded. My head still hurts, my eyeball looks like it’s going to explode.

I went to the bathroom to shake ice and wipe my eyes with towels.

There was a sting in the left eye, and there was a bit of ice in the towel, and I didn’t notice it, and I wiped it in the eye.

I scolded him, raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror.

The double irritation of the slag and coolness, unwittingly, the other side of the left eye is activated, and the black pupils are slowly spreading.

I stopped the move.

In the mirror, behind me, there were six people.

I wipe the mirror.

Six people.

Dr. Wang’s secretary, two front-stage, security guard uncle, food lady.

And, Luko Ning.

But I cannot understand that I am not desperate at this moment.

The pupils spread in half. They stopped. I saw them moving.

I lit a cigarette, smoked it with my left eye, and it stinged as usual, but when I looked at the mirror, the movement stopped, and I went back to the state where the line was still attached to me.

This time, smoke doesn’t work.

What the hell is going on?

I made a phone call to Lu Zong Ning, who was loud and told me that there was nothing wrong with her and that the interrogation went well.

She asked: What’s wrong?

I hesitated not to mention her in the film, but to say that I saw her.

There seemed to be too much noise on the other side of the phone, and she asked me to wait and then I heard the opening.

She ran outside and said to me, “I didn’t hear you. Say, “What did you see?”

And We said: On Us is the Shadow.

She said, “Take it easy.” I’m coming right now!

I stopped her, and now I’m in a good mood and I don’t have any idea of suicide.

Ludwig asked me about the incident, and I talked about the ice scratches and cool irritation. On the other side of the phone, the page flipped and she turned on the notebook she was carrying.

She said, ‘I prepared your left eye before I knew it would be inappropriate to say it, and your left eye used the rules.’

We said, “Did you not believe before?”

She said, “Are you bored?

I shook my head.

She said, “Remember? In the beginning, you can only see people in pictures, then cut with a knife, and you can see people in front of you. So you can understand that every time your left eye is hurt hard, your vision expands and is no longer confined to photos.

I said, “Standing?

She said, “I have made up a lie.” Knife cut, glass slag in the eye, including now ice slag scratches. Corresponds, smoke, ice is soft.

I said, “So the function of soft injury is…

She said, “Put it up.” Let you see how despair is created.

I said, “But I’m not desperate…

She said, “Think about it. You’ve been hurt hard in your left eye, and it’s only a matter of time before you’ve caused yourself soft. Only this time, the slag rubs your left eye, hard and soft, and it’s done at the same time.

And I realized that it was like two switches, one at a time, and the other at the same time, the function of opening was different.

She said, “So, I have a guess… you’ll have to rub the ice in the left eye again.”

And I said, “What kind of speculation is this?”

She said, ‘If you do not see what those people have done, you have no idea.’

A voice was heard on the other side of the phone, and Luko replied, and she asked me to inform her of new findings and to say that the phone had been hurriedly suspended.

I laughed and looked in the mirror.

The pain in the left eye has been removed, and the shadows are beginning to fade.

Lu Zi Ning, too.

She stood behind those people and her lips were thin, as if she wanted to say to me, and her shape was blurred and transparent.

I have a feeling of unease that I can’t keep.

In the wash pool, the ice melts into ice slags, and I put some running water, and the slag floats. I held my breath, I opened my eyes, I stretched my head in the water. Ice slag in the eye, stinging and cooling through the back of the head.

Wow, I look up.

Left eye pupils, like ink, spread out.

People move up.

Through my left eye, I saw me running in the dark walkway.

He pushed the door to the office in haste.

The secretary packed the cold drinks on the table and told him: “Please return, Dr. Wang has left.”

He’s following up.

Sweden. Won’t be back in a while.

He seemed to want to crack her lies and ask her: “When does she get a visa?”

The Secretary said calmly: immigration was done long ago.

He answered the Secretary ‘ s cell phone, and as soon as he made a call, he hung it up and left it behind. I can’t hear the phone, but it’s not hard to guess.

He was walking in the dark hallway, trying to contact Lu Zi Ning, but the phone was not working.

The clothes on his body, which I wear today and which carry the water that saved the land today, are not in my mind.

And.

Sweden, immigrants?

Until I saw him walk out of the aisle and face-to-face the clocks on the front wall.

The clocks, the pins and the clocks, stopped at midnight.

It’s like a sharp scream through my scalp.

This is the six murders scheduled for me tonight.

I opened my eyes and looked at his angry look.

I recall that the first step of each of the six previous murders had always been to give the victim a strong incentive, after which it had begun to insinuate to the victim. For the reasons given, there is a psychological defence.

Dr. Wang, while not aware of my past, is well aware of what I have sustained for so long — for revenge.

As long as he captures the failure of my revenge, he has the opportunity to drag me down into the abyss of despair.

Most importantly, if this really is going to happen, Dr. Wang will flee, tonight.

I took out the phone and tried to call Lu Zi Ning.

My finger stopped on the dial key.

Lu Zi Ning’s men also appeared behind me.

What’s going on tonight?

Let’s see.

He ran to the front desk and asked a man, Dr. Wang, which airport he went to.

A Men do not rush through the books.

B. The man behind him wanted to remove a bottle of ink from the counter, one accidentally, the ink fell, smashed on the table, the ink blew open, and the three were splattered.

A man apologizes for delivering a tissue.

He picked up the paper, wiped the ink on his face, and asked: “What airport?

A man screamed badly, and the book was filled with ink. A man complains about B man: Don’t mess with people without that power, you know?

He lost his patience, grabbed a man’s collar, almost yelled at the airport.

A Men’s words: Lu Xian Airport.

Even a little sarcasm on his face.

He left A man, ran into the elevator.

The security guard is in the elevator, making a phone call.

The security guard then called and suddenly said, “Mr. Ip.” You worked hard.

He looked up at the security guard.

Security said: Don’t get me wrong. I used to be a cop, your lover’s case, and I’ve been watching.

The security guard said that I was in contact with them, and the police had confirmed that she had been formally arrested on suspicion of a serious crime and that they wanted to thank you.

The security officer handed over the cell phone, which was shown on the phone interface, the number of the police station.

The security guard stopped and said: They said it couldn’t have gone so fast without your help.

That’s what I called the police.

I saw him squeeze his fist.

He said, “Fake.”

The security guards shrugged their shoulders and pushed the switch to the top floor.

How’s the top floor? He’s lost his sight, so ask.

The security guard said: Mr. Ye, confirm it yourself, and the little cop.

He took his cell phone out of his head, operated in a random manner and accidentally made a video call to Lu Zi Ning.

That head comes up.

On the screen, there’s Aunty’s face.

There was no expression on her face, and she said, “She’s already calculated.”

Behind my aunt, Lu would rather be in a police uniform, sitting there, deranged.

Lu Zi Ning’s mouth is six times the size of 160.

She said, “Lu Zi Ning shut down the surveillance, don’t worry, no one will see me and your deal.”

He said, “The deal…

She said, “She’ll survive, if you go to her.”

Aunt said, “And if I find anything different, Ludwig will get the answer in the first place.”

She said, ‘O son, do not let any more suffer for you.’

Elevator to top level.

He can’t put down his phone.

The guard said, “Boy, go up.”

The door opened slowly and he looked up and saw the stairs leading to the roof.

It’s over.

My left eye slowly returns to normal.

The beads slipped down my forehead and went into my eyes. Nothing. The left eye seems numb.

Smart killing.

In that scenario, even if I had reason, there was only death. To put it more simply, the after-effects are enough for me to lose my judgment.

From the very beginning, my mom’s surrender was just a trick – Dr. Wang used her hand to kill me and Luko Ning. After that, I knew he wouldn’t let her live.

Even if the police were to follow up, he had already been on a plane to Sweden.

Since then, there has been no proof of death.

I looked at the time, 8:15.

There is no time to stop Dr. Wang from getting on the plane.

And, Luko Ning. I’m not around her. I don’t know who else can save her.

I’m allocating the phone to nobody.

My heart is pounding.

No way. Six murders already started?

Answer the fucking phone. I was almost roaring at the phone, and the sound of it finally came through.

Luko asked me why, did you make progress?

I said out loud: Get out of the station, now.

She said, “Stop it, I am busy here.”

I looked at the eye and knew that there could be no delay and that there was no idea when the six-degree murder would begin.

I look in the mirror myself.

We said, “I will go and kill him now.”

I said: Officer Lu, I’m serious.

I jumped on a cab.

I touched my pocket, and there was a box of cigarettes and a knife in the snail.

I contacted the secretary, made up an excuse to say that the business documents of the orphanage were illegal and had to be reconfirmed and that Dr. Wang had been delayed.

I dropped my phone and showed the driver the way.

Unexpected, my left eye suddenly black.

Then there came severe pain, and I sat in the car, looking blind, and no one saw. It’s just pain. I’m sweating on my forehead, bending over and holding my left eye tight.

Driver’s strange question: Is everything all right?

I waved.

After a long time, the pain went away and the eyes of the left eye recovered.

Hands on the phone, buzzing, beating. From the beginning to the present, it’s all called by Luko Ning.

I’m moving to Mute to take a deep breath.

Of course I’m not going to kill him.

If you don’t, Luko Ning won’t listen to me.

I just went to stop him from leaving and get his statement.

It’ll change later. It won’t be two days.

The rain in the city is still raining, with asphalting on the concrete floor, spilling out the waterlines of the circle.

I’m coming down from the cab, head up.

The building goes up, 15-story landing window, where Dr. Wang is.

He’s a blurry man standing by the window.

It’s like going through this rain with me.

Fortunately, the elevator in the building is empty. I went up to the elevator and came up to the floor, and the guards lit smoke at the door of the elevator, and I ran into myself behind the separate elevator door.

His fingers stayed by the lighter for a long time.

I think: Lu Zi Ning. How many prisoners did you miss because you wouldn’t be guilty?

The guard stopped me and said, “Sorry, you can’t go in there right now.

My cell phone was vibrating and it was Lu Zi Ning.

And I opened the pavilion, and the sound of Luko Ning: Where are you?

I turned off the release and said, “Here’s Dr. Wang.”

I laughed, so I said to the security guard, “I’m just asking him to confirm some personal problems.” Would you like me to go in now, or would you like the police to accompany me?

The security guard hesitated to move.

Two men stood up and looked up at me. I saw a B man holding a bottle of ink in his hand and not yet able to put it on the counter.

The secretary had a cold drink in his hand and stopped in the hallway like he wanted to say something to me.

I left them and walked at the end of the aisle.

I’ve estimated the time, from the police station to downstairs, at least 10 minutes.

In ten minutes, set the exit.

Otherwise, Dr. Wang would have escaped, even because of his inability to restrict his personal freedom.

I stopped at the end of the aisle.

The door was opened slowly and Dr. Wang grabbed the doorknob and stood behind it.

He looked at me softly through the lenses.

Dr. Wang brought me a glass of water.

I look around this office, and there’s hardly any difference between what I saw in those images. Heavy book cabinet, redwood desk. At the top right corner of this desk, there’s always a thick pile of paper.

I suddenly wanted to turn that paper over and see if it had all the details of the six-degree murder.

Dr. Wang said, “Why isn’t Lu Zi Ning here?

I said, “On the way.” Just finished the trial.

He said, “What case is the suspect?”

And I laughed and said: What do you think?

He laughed too.

He breathed the heat from his water-blowing cup, and said, “Did you not come to see a shrink?”

We said: “Why kill the sting?”

He drank hot water and said, “She’s my lover. How could I…

And I say in one word: “Ah, my beloved.”

He doesn’t want to: it’s just a relationship.

I tightened my fist.

He seems to have noticed his own failure and apologized.

He kept his voice down: Mr. Ip, you know, I’m just as sorry about the death of the Zen as you are…

We interrupted him and said, “These years are only for you, for a reason.”

All of a sudden, he was silent and slowly dropped the glass.

I said, “Go get the dolls at the table, and don’t let anyone find them.”

His arm is shaking.

He said, “I don’t understand you.”

As I always remember, Lu Xin Ning told me to convince the suspect that the case had been revealed and that, under oppression, he would unwittingly tell a part of the truth so that he could depress himself.

That’s not enough.

We said, ‘Do you steal and break your hand?’

He said, “That’s enough…

I said, “Your parents are here.

And he said out loud: Enough!

I grabbed his collar.

He looked at me with his mouth open and scared.

And We put it in his ear, whispering, “I lied to you.”

I let go of his hand and he fell back on his back.

He hesitated to press the ringer on the table.

I squeezed his arm.

I said, 10:00 a.m. to Sweden. The night before, Lu Zilong and I committed suicide. The police will return to the video recording of her methods of killing, which coincided with her modus operandi, and the case was closed.

We said, “Are you right about what you intended?”

He raised his eyes.

I looked under his eyes.

I said, “I’m sorry that Lu’s got a warrant. You can’t get on that plane.

He showed a bitter smile.

I said, “Dr. Wang, I’m asking you in my private capacity, and I want you to give me an answer.

His unconscious question: What answer?

I said, “Why kill her?”

He said, “I love her…

I hit the table hard: lying!

I thought that sound would break his last chance.

But his pupils had a slight contraction, and he kept his mouth shut.

Why is that?

And We realized at a moment that when Dr. Wang had spoken out of his mouth, it was the truth, and it was I who shouted, and returned him to Him.

But what he said…

Dr. Wang was silent for a long time and suddenly sighs and then laughed.

He said, ‘You did not have a warrant, did you?’

He said, “Shortly.” Mr. Ye, it’s a shame.

Dr. Wang took the cigarette out of my pocket and the knife that entered the snail. I’m still losing my mind and I’ll be able to react.

He played with the knife and said, “If you hadn’t been playing me.” Seeing the knife, I’d probably think you wanted to kill me.

I can’t afford to fall on my back.

So he thought, and said, “Did Lu Zi Ning teach you that?”

I didn’t say anything. I was staring at him.

And he went on saying, “You are better than her, and she wants to please everyone, so there are too many weaknesses.” You’re different, you can let go.

I’ve got nothing left to put away after that.

We said, “I am not here to hear you judge.”

He said, “Take it easy.” That’s no fun — and don’t rush back, you want answers, I’m giving you.

And I said: There is not hard for you to make one.

And he shrugged his shoulder and said, “Believe that it is you.” But before that, I have a condition.

I’m displaying an alert look.

He said, “Tell me, Sweden, and what happened to her… were you the one who deduced it?

We said: I am with Lu Zi Ning.

He said, “How did you save Lu Zi Ning in the afternoon?”

And I said, “I’m just watching. Your killing is not as perfect as you think.”

He seemed to remember something, turned his head and looked at the rain outside the window.

He said, ‘You are like a man whom I know in the mud.’

I caught a word, Mam?

I thought about it. It was the name of a criminal gang 25 years ago.

He said, “Tell me what else you know.”

I said: Six times murder. You can kill anyone in the world through six people.

He said, “It’s not so hard, is it?”

I said, “You’re a psychiatrist again.”

He said: Yes. Six-degree murder. You really have a terrible name.

He lit a cigarette and caught it in his hand.

He said: Be my student.

I said, “Six murders?

He said, “If you will.”

I said: Dream on.

He laughed and said, “I knew you’d say so.”

The drizzle hit the glass, making a slight crack.

I secretly repositioned the phone on my waist, and from the moment I entered it, it was on.

We said, “What do I want?”

He showed a serious look and asked me: “What if I told you that her death was voluntary?”

I’m sorry.

Promise. He said.

He told me he had a deal with Zhu. Her death can keep him alive.

I interrupted him: What the fuck are you talking about?

And he took off his glasses, and he took off his temple, and said, “If you do not treat me like a teacher at least let me finish.”

Time went back 25 years ago, which was a brutal age.

As a result of an accident, he was homeless and became a railway worker.

That does not seem to be a good time for many parents to abandon their children on railway tracks at night.

The train passed, covered up the baby’s crying, and it sounded.

In the dark, there’s nothing under your feet, no one will think much.

And he was so relieved to see that happen. The world is not a place to go, leaving early is happiness. It’s late, just like him.

There were those who thought it was ghosts.

The ghost of the day, Dr. Wang, sits before me and speaks in peace.

He said, “Why does the trajectories pull curtains when they drive at night?”

I said, “Let the passengers rest.”

He said, “You were right in half.” How can a ghost rest in peace if he can rest, see an unfortunate child and not catch up to a train?

I said, “That’s ridiculous.”

He said, “Let it be a lie.” The ghost’s been on the tracks all along. Until one day, a little girl pulled the curtains and they found each other.

Soon after, she was abandoned by her parents. The ghost found her.

But what the devil did was raise her and raise her slowly.

He said: “Why do you think the ghosts did not eat her?”

I’m silent.

He said, “Because she made a deal with a ghost.”

She wants the ghost to adopt other orphans and to take care of abandoned babies. The price is that she must double the burden of suffering for them.

That winter, the ghost took her hand and made the deal along the track back.

Dirty deal. But fair.

Yet the ghost was paradoxical, and he hated the world and had to stay here for her and the abandoned babies.

For a long time, she had noticed the pain of ghosts, and she had raised a possibility.

She could die in his place, so that ghosts would have reason to be human and to stay here.

He said, ‘Show her death for his new life.’

That moment, the ghost saw the angel, right in front of himself.

Because she knew it was a ghost, a ghost who opened an orphanage. What a terrible thing will happen if we cannot turn him into a human being.

Ghosts want to use the orphans to do something.

But he agreed, after killing her, he would choose to be a good man.

Because he’s been in love with her for so long.

Dr. Wang said it was difficult to control it, and there were tears.

He said: Can you imagine? Angel-ghost engagement, beautiful.

I can only see something called ugly in his face.

We said, “What year did you make a promise?”

He said: She is twelve years old.

I said, “That’s why you killed her?

And he covered his eyes, and said, “That is it.”

I punched my fist on the table.

I said, “Be a good man? You almost killed Lu and me.”

He whispered, saying, “Just didn’t want her efforts to be wasted.

We said: “You think I will believe in you.”

Dr. Wang’s finger knocked on the table.

He said, “I came back from the airport.”

I’m sorry.

He said, ‘If there is a problem with a business document, then I will be driven back.’ Why? To keep the orphanage open is part of her agreement. I won’t allow any mistakes.

We said, “What about the women whom you killed?

He said, ‘That was the hand before she was killed.’ I thought I’d find an alternative, and then I found out that she was the only one.

I said, “Alternatives…

He said, “The replacement after you took her.”

Dr. Wang looked at me and said, “Do you understand? You killed innocent women.”

I have no patience to listen.

From far away, the siren is coming.

Luko will be here soon.

There’s enough evidence on the phone.

I pushed the chair and turned and was ready to leave.

Dr. Wang suddenly stopped me.

He said: Recording is useless.

What?

I took out my phone unconsciously and found out that the recording was stopped for 50 seconds. When? I recall what just happened, for about 50 seconds, and in order to deceive him, I grabbed his collar and put it in his ear. If there’s a blind spot, that’s the moment when he turned off the recording on my phone.

He’s got a plan?

Dr. Wang’s body is covered in moonlight. I looked on my side, I opened my eyes, I saw only his clippings.

His clippings were smiling: it would be part of your despair.

Cigarettes burn between Dr. Wang’s fingers.

He said, ‘You refused to be my student, and heard my motive for murder.’

He said, “Just let you go … It’ll be difficult.”

He raised his thumb and slowly pressed the head of the cigarette, which broke in two.

The sense of oppression.

There’s a panic.

No, it’s supposed to be psychologically implied.

I remember the way he talked and the little moves. It’s so weird to smile and break the cigarette.

He’s just trying to attack my psychological defence. He’s far from showing so much confidence.

I forced myself to calm down.

And I said, “Lu Zi Ning will be here soon.” What did you take to kill me in such a short time?

He said: “I did not say that I was going to kill.”

He looked out of his sight and said: “It is only they who leave you seed.”

I looked into his eyes.

He’s lying, and his eyes are clearly trying to kill me.

Say what seeds.

I’m afraid that as soon as we get out of this door, the five men will commit six murders against me.

Dr. Wang took out a black pen and wrote it all over the paper, like he was practicing.

And he bowed his head and said, “The rain is still on, Mr. Ip, let us talk for a while.”

Why does he insist on me staying?

I’m trying to rearrange my mind.

He’s trying to keep me here for unknown reasons.

Going out is six times murder.

Even if I did go, I’d just go empty-handed. He can also flee to Sweden at any time.

There’s no chance to miss tonight.

Dr. Wang told me he wanted to do a test.

He said, “Why do six people pass through six murders?

We said, ‘To ease you from your sins.’

He said, “This is only one thing.” On the other hand, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, another-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-on-one, one-one, one-one, one-on Six people hit each other to ensure success.

The pen pen’s tip on the paper.

He said, “I want to try, face-to-face, and let you commit suicide.”

He said: The hour is short, before the land comes.

I said, “What about the chips?”

He said: “I lose, I will confess to the police.”

I said, “Will you confess easily?”

He didn’t talk, he focused on writing.

So long, he looked up and said, “Let’s bet?”

I nod my head and said, “Let’s bet.”

In the office, I sat face to face with Dr. Wang.

He dropped the pen, the silence for a long time.

He finally opened his mouth, but the first thing he said was, “Do you want wine?”

He went to the bookcase and laughed at himself: “No, you didn’t drink any water.”

The book cabinet contains a layer of books, mostly psychological. The highest floor, a bottle of wine. And We raised our heads and saw in the shadow of the wine, with two frames, one in colour and one in black and white.

He took one.

It’s got pictures of the twilight.

A young man, holding a cat, laughing at the swing.

He put his finger on the abdomen and said, “She loves cats.”

Yeah, the cat-likes her when we live together.

And even share with me what lovely cats she met on her way to work.

I suddenly stopped thinking, she loved cats, but she never mentioned them when she was little.

He said: “The cat is a present for her seventh birthday.” The next day the cat died in front of her.

We said, “You did it.”

He noded and said, “Whatever you love, you lose.” There’s more than a cat. I thought that psychological implication would stop her from loving someone else. And then she fell in love with you — what kind of psychological implication did you use?

And I laughed, and said, “We were only in a normal relationship.”

He said, ‘Isn’t that the intimacy of the bonding?’ Mr. Ye, don’t lie to yourself. You look more like a ghost than I do, even worse. You turned her from angel to selfish man. You’ve ruined her.

He’s like a talker and he’s promoting that ugly talk.

We said, “If you think you can force me to commit suicide, you are wrong.”

He stopped, and he said, “Let’s say something practical.”

He opened the frame, took out a pile of wrinkled paper from behind the frame.

It’s all a record of an abortion.

He said: Every time she has a child, she cannot stop beating.

My nerves jumped up.

He said: Is it funny? She’d rather abort for me than give you a baby.

We said, “No, it’s my decision with her.”

He said, “Really?”

He said, “Look at the face of her after her miscarriage.” At that time, she really took herself for a mother.

I didn’t feel any despair. On the contrary, things called anger boiled in my heart.

He said, ‘Remember one time that she had given birth to a child. That was the first time I had seen her weeping.’

I punched my fist on the table.

He said, “It was a pity that he could not see her die.”

He said, ‘This was my picture.’

He said: Surely she was beautiful when she died.

He talked about the despair he had experienced.

Prison, humiliation.

Beating, aborting.

My fist was smashed on the desktop, and the tiger’s mouth burst unwittingly and spilled blood. But I can’t feel any pain, and my head is buzzing.

He lied to me.

His purpose was not to make me despair.

He’s just making me angry.

So my guard was in the wrong place from the beginning.

And I bit my teeth and said: Why say this?

He said, “I want you to hate me.”

I said, “Why?”

He said, “Tell me what you want before answering this question.”

I watched him dead, and said, “Go to prison.”

He said, “What for?”

I said, “You kill, you kill, you kill, you kill…

He said: Where is it?

I’m sorry.

He said, ‘Where is the evidence against me?’

I was unconsciously touching the touch phone, and there was nothing on the tape.

The hatred that he created for me also made me give up trying to tape it in vain, but in vain.

And I tried to seize the loophole, and I said, “You are very confident, but you have set up a scapegoat.”

He said: The time is running out.

He said, ‘I thought the land was dead.’

He said, “The death of a police officer is still too dangerous for me – I am a man who is in danger of being clean.”

I said, “Do you know that and choose to kill her?”

He laughed: You know better than I do. Sometimes, Lu, like her.

He said, “If you cannot send me to prison, I will strike her sooner or later.”

I squeezed my fist and sat there helplessly.

Until I saw a glass in front of me.

It was a glass of water that the doctor drank, and he pressed several times in the cup with his finger.

Put it in front of me with a glass and a cigarette butt he smoked.

He came to me with that pen.

His eyes reveal the sincerity that never existed.

He said, “You can get another proof.”

He said, ‘At the airport, We did not record our boarding.’

He said, ‘On the way I came back, people saw my whereabouts.’

He said, “I drank water, smoked cigarettes in the office, left DNA in the room.

He said, ‘These are my witnesses.’

He kept pressing the pen, the tape came out of the pen, and it was him and me. From the beginning of his rain, until he put it in front of me.

I realized what he wanted to say next.

It’s terrible that I’m expecting this.

He reached out and moved the paper from the table, and I saw it that it said that I knew that my conversations would be recorded and that I would be responsible for what was recorded.

The moneylender is his name: Wang Ya’il.

He said, “It is in the record that I killed you, and it is clear.”

He suggested that I should put the evidence away and even put the pen in my jacket’s pocket. After all this, he shot me on the shoulder.

He said, “The police will return from the evidence that I killed you, the proof of presence and the motive for the killing.

He said, “When you die, the evidence will come to light.”

He said, “So have you thought about it?

For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. I repeat that possibility in my head.

As soon as I die, the evidence will work.

The wind blows out of the window and coolly hits me in the face.

The downstairs is intermittent and there is a weak cry.

It was Luko who got there, and she was screaming downstairs, “Ip, you son of a bitch.”

I got some sense back.

I said, “Looks like I won.”

Dr. Wang laughed and said, “Yes, if she comes to this office alive.”

Bastard!

I took out my cell phone, turned off the flight mode and called Lu at the fastest speed.

She screamed loudly at that head.

We said, “He’s fine.”

Dr. Wang also said, “I’m fine, Officer Lu.”

Luko would rather come up.

I said, “Wait for me downstairs.”

She said: No.

We said, “You promised to believe me.”

She said, “But…

We said: I beg you.

The voice is almost begging.

Lu Zi Ning, finally agreed.

Dr. Wang looked at me like he was measuring a prey.

He put me in a maze.

Back off, is his exoneration.

Wait, it’s Lu’s death.

The only way is he set it up. The end is my death.

I can’t think of any other way.

And he’s still chasing.

She’ll soon lose her patience and come up to you. Dr. Wang said slowly.

I breathed deeply and forced myself to think.

We said, ‘When I am dead, you will find a way to escape.’

He did not refute it.

He said, “It will not be a lie.” But there’s no point in my struggle.

We said: “You are a man who is in danger of being clean.”

He said: Who knows? Maybe it’s a chess match. It’s making my appetite bigger.

He’s been up there, and suddenly he picks up his eyes: Have you ever been in love?

You’re kidding.

I said, “I’ve always loved her…

He said: When?

I’m stunned. Time is an issue I’ve never considered. I never asked when I fell in love with her.

Unwittingly, remembering the afternoon she first met.

It was snowing that afternoon and she walked out of the kiosk.

It was cold, she hugged herself and she took a hot air in her hand.

And she raised her head and the heavens and the earth were white.

She looked at the clouds and whispered, Mom.

I was standing behind her, holding on to that unheated rice troupe, and I had the idea that she needed protection.

Since I first decided to protect her, I knew I was in love with her.

Dr. Wang said she was dead.

In a moment, the snow, the kiosk, it all disappeared.

And I stood before him, with only night and ticking and ticking rain.

Dr. Wang said, “Death in despair.”

Boom.

There’s a balloon in the brain.

Those that fly with the blast are the fragments that follow. I don’t know. What time is it?

Sunshine came into the bedroom, and she hesitated to ask me if I could have a cat.

The tube blinked twice, and the light in the living room.

She sat by the locked down window and looked quietly at the clouds and mountains outside the balcony.

She’s in her arms with a new little titty. Her eyes were like that little pussycat sitting in a house where she wouldn’t wake up and lose everything.

And that weekend that doesn’t have time.

I woke up early in the morning, and I was still dreaming.

The wind blew open the window, the rain followed the curtains, and it came wet.

I closed the window, and I heard the back of the tumble.

She said: Do not turn it off.

The day after she found her job, she was paid poorly enough to feed herself. I didn’t agree that it would be too hard for her, like me, to stay home, open an Internet store or anything.

But she told me it was a freedom.

So I sat by her on that day and heard her say, “Thank you, White.

For what?

I haven’t had a wound in five years.

She held me tight and said: I am free.

She’s not the little girl who needs to lock doors and windows to get safe.

A long time later, she locked the down window, spilled nails on the balcony and turned back to the little girl who was shaking.

Turned back to the little girl who couldn’t even protect herself.

Even the one who finally waited was the last to push her down the cliff.

I don’t know how desperate she was that day.

All I know is who caused all this.

I’ve been wondering for so long.

Why give me this left eye.

It’s like giving me hope.

But what I see is despair.

Now I finally have an answer.

The pain you gave her,

I’ll give it all back to you.

I grabbed the knife.

Knife out, blade through my left eye.

I tried to open my left eye, and the wind blew through the window and drilled into the wound.

In the depths of the nerves, it’s like screaming in pain.

I stood up and the blood slowly dwindled with my eyes and washed the whole eyeball in black. In my left eye, the face of Dr. Wang’s panic.

He said: Who are you?

We said, “I am the love of the Zaqqum.”

He said, “It does not matter.”

I said, “It’s important.”

Dr. Wang retreated to the window.

He said, “No, your eyes can do nothing.”

Yeah, he’s right. At this point, there’s nobody behind him.

But I’ve got what I want.

When I approached him, he did not notice, and I observed the frame on the bookboard.

At last, at one point, I saw the whole picture of the frame.

That’s a black and white picture.

Remember that day, me and Lu Zi Ning were at the orphanage, and in the face of questioning, Dr. Wang took it out of a room full of photographs, but it was a certificate from two dry bars.

Then I wondered why it was a document, not a wedding photo.

It’s probably the last struggle to refuse to wear that reluctant dress.

But he said that he loved her, and how could he not put pictures of his youth in the same picture as that of the Zhuang?

Good for their wedding photos.

Dr. Wang pulled out the phone and tried to set it up.

Behind him is a shadow.

It’s not enough, it can be clearer.

Dr. Wang showed up with a hand in his sight, and that was my hand, and it turned off the power key.

That knife hit his throat.

I whispered, “Let’s have a chat, the rain is still raining.”

After I saw him, the shadow became clear.

How can one despair?

Lies cannot stand.

External stories, sounds real and people’s minds, can only look at themselves as visitors.

Only one memory will convince him.

Dr. Wang in the frame, with a green skin, grabbed a slingshot without a rope.

Stand under a big tree.

Under the tree, there was a youth shadow behind him.

He called the young man his brother.

My brother called him Zilong.

And when he did not know, his brother sexually assaulted him and left behind the saying: Speak, I will kill you.

However, it was revealed that he had been denigrated as the one who had taken the initiative, and then mocked and flew from the air.

The father was a violent man who abused his mother and gambled with his family’s money. The day-to-day quarrels between the parents also gave the brother the opportunity to spend one day and one day with the shadow of sexual assault.

Their parents were finally separated in a lengthy lawsuit. Although the father never consented, it was enforced. He’s with his father. He’s with his mother.

The nightmare didn’t end.

The mother cheated, and he ran into the scene, and he screamed and was slapped by the mother.

She said: Get out.

Since then, he has often been evicted from this house, where his mother moans and he wanders the streets.

Until one day, he wandered the street and ran into his brother.

He told his brother their mother cheated.

Brother told him not to worry.

However, when he saw his mother again, he was already a dead body. The father stormed into the house, an argument occurred, the argument became out of control, the foreign man fled and the father cut the mother with a knife.

When the father was taken away.

He asked, “Why is that?”

And his brother said: Thou didst do evil.

My brother suddenly turned back and showed a strange smile.

And his brother said: Thou shalt never leave me.

I don’t know.

Beyond these images, I have come to understand that Dr. Wang tortured only to transfer to her the pain he had endured.

Speak of ghosts and angels and hate this ugly world.

You’re just a ridiculous aggressor.

The rain broke into the office, and water was pouring on the windowsill.

I was watching Dr. Wang in peace, and he was breathing like he was trying to force himself to calm down.

But the men behind him betrayed him.

I said, long hair, horn pants, sunglasses. There’s a mole in the corner of your mouth… is that your brother?

He said: Why do you know?

We said: He is in your body.

He said, “I don’t understand you.

He doesn’t know what I saw.

But I noticed that there was an interesting phenomenon in those images.

He’ll mimic his brother’s little move without realizing it.

Sexual assault has caused him pain. In order to find a reasonable reason for suffering, he replaced himself as the perpetrator.

So, like his brother, he struck the table with his finger, so he thought frown. The slow sarcasm, the gentle face of the stamina…

But he was contradictory, and he was still under such a shell, and the harm to him had never been mitigated. After his parents died, he even tried to put an end to this subconscious, otherwise he could not blame his brother for that responsibility.

Knowing his division, his death became natural.

Dr. Wang looked out the window.

He said: The land is downstairs.

I said, “Well, I’ll stand trial and not appeal.”

He’s breathing a little.

Like he’s done so many times. First, break his psychological line.

Then put him in the maze.

Tell him you’re inside your brother.

Yes, that man is inside you.

Forget it, he caused all the pain.

I was also the victim of the tragedy of his parents, and I spoke of the torture and humiliation of his childhood.

It wasn’t anyone else. It was that man.

So, what are you wondering?

If it wasn’t for him, you’d still be a good parent.

Without him, nothing would have happened. Mothers are not abandoned and mothers are not cut to death by their fathers.

Kill him.

He’s just inside you. Kill him, teachers and parents. He won’t know.

Dr. Wang is in this maze, and he says, “What can he do?”

We said: “You may be reborn.”

This is the exit I’m preparing for you.

I saw his face looking forward, but I hesitated and struggled.

And the people behind him told me that was enough. And when I hinted at him, I saw two white threads, stretching out of him and his brother at the same time, and the white thread came together in one and connected them to each other in prison.

I walked in front of the office and opened the door.

I made a decision and turned back and said, “When I can’t figure it out, let’s make a calculation.”

The door closes gently.

I wiped blood on my face and walked out of that building.

Land was standing on the side of the road, with a black umbrella, walking back and forth, avoiding water from the ground.

She came alone, parked a police car, looked like she came straight from the police station.

I waved at her.

And she came rushing and said: Is he all right?

I’m pointing upstairs. Luko’s looking up.

Dr. Wang stood in front of the window.

The land would rather look in the eye: I can’t see.

And I said: He will move in a moment.

He said: Ah, then I shall look again.

I stood under her umbrella and asked her for a cigarette, lit it, took a deep sip.

I looked up with her.

Dr. Wang suddenly climbed the window stand.

He screamed: Six ways in 160, equals what?

Rudd would rather hear white leaves next to her whispering: “It’s over.”

It’s like a sigh.

Dr. Wang fell from the 15th floor, broke into a rain shed, fell on the floor and made a loud sound.

Dr. Wang’s body fell from the high air with a ticking hit.

The crowd screamed, the black umbrella fell to my feet, and the red light of the police car shimmered in the wet air.

Lu Zilong called an ambulance and ran towards the body.

I put out the smoke and left there.

I walk down the rain streets.

The truck drove across the street, and the stones were splattered, and the plumes were ringing.

And I stopped, and my hands were lying down at the fence, staring blindly at the walkers of the road.

For some reason, the left eye is still active and there is no trend to stop. The pain is strong, every time the eye is turned, it’s like a blade in it.

Remember the glass slag that day.

And the moment when the window fell, I saw the twilight hanging in the air.

Sometimes you get greedy and think it’s better to stop with this left eye. Stop there, and I’ll go through the glass fragments, step through the nails and grab her hand.

Instead of standing here after killing.

I don’t know where I’m going next. ;

Later I saw a girl not far, standing in front of the zebra line, under a red and green light.

She’s like me, no umbrella.

I saw her behind and there was a shadow following her.

It’s a young boy, probably her boyfriend.

I looked up, and I let the rain drop into my left eye, dry my eyes, and I accidentally closed my eyes.

Ruin Zilong told me that after hard hurt and soft hurt, you can see the back of people and how despair happens.

I’m looking at the guy behind the girl.

Her boyfriend pushed her away and told her that he didn’t love her at all, that he had a new lover and that she would leave her alone.

Red light on. ;

There’s a rush.

The girl raised her feet.

I said, “Hey, wait a minute.”

The girl turned around.

I said, “You’re not going to kill yourself, are you?

Then she swooped and said: How did you know? ;

It appears that the girl’s suicide thought less strongly and that she was a little lightened by my voice. The white wire that was attached to her was almost invisible.

I hesitated.

What’s the answer to this?

A familiar voice floats into my mind now.

And I thought, and I said to her, “A girl shouldn’t be so vulnerable.

The drizzle is flying.

She smiled, rubbed her eyelids and said, “Thank you.”

And We waved, and said: Go home and sleep.

I saw her go away, turned around and walked forward.

I should go home too.

Get some sleep and wait for Luko Ning.

I woke up on the floor in the living room and my cat licked my hand.

I was woken up by the phone ringing.

Lu Zilong said at the end of the phone: “Open the door.”

She was dressed in civilian clothes and had blue hair cards on her head.

I scratched my head and said, “Why aren’t you in uniform?”

She said, ‘What they made me wear and relax your guard.’

I made her a pot of tea and she sat next to me with a cup of tea. The cat came over and screamed at my feet.

I said, “Looks like it’s too late to feed it.”

She said, “I’ll take it to my house.”

I said, “It’s got a bad stomach. Remember the cat food.

She noded her head and said, “Yeah.

We were silent.

Ludwig broke his silence: Dr. Wang’s staff was taking statements and his mother woke up and believed that she would soon be convicted.

I said, “Good.”

And she said, “You were there when Dr. Wang died. I saw you. We found the taped pen, plus, six-degree murders have been filed. The proof of presence, the modus operandi, the time of the commission of the crime match…

And We touched the head of the cat, and said: I killed the man.

I said, “I killed Dr. Wang.”

She hasn’t spoken for a long time, and I turned my head and found tears in her eye.

She said, “Why is that?”

I held her and shot her back. ;

I said, “You know, for revenge.”

She didn’t talk, buried her head in my chest.

She said, “Why do you plead guilty?”

I heard her sobbing.

Then I’ll have to arrest you. Her voice was low and she cried.

I slowly beat her in the back and said, “It’s okay, don’t keep my colleagues downstairs waiting too long.

“Healing you kill: a psychiatrist’s perfect criminal record”

White’s Brain Hole: West Swim, Star Wars, Hypothetic Passage: 8 SuperCure Brain Hole Story

His own daughter was less than dead, while the old animal was lying at home to feed her, and his brother eventually killed his own old rapist for sexual assault, something that no one but me knew.

In the small archives, Zhang was sorting out the files, a yellow paper bag slipped to the ground and the paper was scattered.

He bends over and picks it up, and he looks at the one thing that’s on it, and suddenly his hands are flat.

The killer confessed that he had an eye and could see his despair.

Just a few months ago, the killer used psychological insinuations to induce a psychiatrist specializing in hypnosis to commit suicide.

Zhang Hoon thinks he’s got eyes on his eyes and has looked back and forth several times.

The case also contains a well-documented process of psychologically insinuating the killer, a homicide process known as “six-degree murder”.

Zhang Hoon sealed the paper bag, thought about it or called his brother.

It’s been a long time since the phone calls came in.

Zhang Zhang Zhuong was not too concerned about the origin of the case.

His brother thought to make sure the case was real, but he had not come to see it before his departure.

Brother wants to hang up, and Zhang Hoon stopped him.

His voice shivering:

Brother, I want to kill someone with you.

Like his seniors, Zhang Heng was both coordinated police.

It is expected that Zhang Hong will be in position this year, and he has reached mid-aged age, where he has worked for many years.

Nor does he rush to say: “We co-ordinated the police, too, and we whistled all over and dealt with a small case of garlic.”

The seniors take care of the younger generation, most of the time leaving Zhang to Zhang Hoon to handle some of the civil cases.

Before his departure, two of them had a fight because of a case.

An old man living alone, using sugar and toys as bait, sexually assaulted a young girl who had just left kindergarten.

Although the old man was strong and healthy, because he was too old, the police had to teach him a lesson.

Zhang was aware of the fact that it was hidden under the file and that there was a more ugly fact:

The old man’s modus operandi was pure: the school hours were allowed, the girls were deliberately selected, the candy and toys were prepared in advance…

In other words, he’s done it before. It just exploded, that’s all.

Zhang was aware that even if the previous cases were rediscovered, there would be no way in procedure for the old man.

He couldn’t swallow it, asked about the old man’s address, brought a wrench and wanted to knock on this old animal.

He found out about his plan and called him crazy. We’re the police. We’re the police.

There is no such reason in the world that Zhang was dissatisfied, that the little girl who was injured was less than dead, and that old animal was lying at home to feed herself.

Brother asked him, did you do it? Will the damage disappear?

Brother says you’re going to have to live your life and put yourself in.

Zhang was aware that his brother was right and that procedural justice protected not only the public but themselves.

A long time later, he tried not to recall the little girl in the file.

But he knew that he was running away from his own power.

This morning, Chang-hoon saw an old acquaintance and the old man.

Zhang Zhong Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zhong, prays that Zhang Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng Zhu is in the court because of other cases

But the next thing I know, my brother came out and punched the old man.

He’s got a tumultuous forehead like he’s gonna kill the old man alive.

Zhang was never so angry and so desperate.

Zhang Hoon seemed to understand something, and the tears came down immediately.

Brother has a daughter and is in the hospital.

As before, the old man was in custody for days.

Ironically, as a result of the minor injuries caused by the beatings, the family of the old man was in the house and the senior brother was blackmailed for compensation.

Brother Zhang is leaving.

Brother’s right, Chang-hoon has a life to live with and a loving girlfriend. Hot blood, but then what?

In fact, he was totally convinced that he would actually kill the old man that day.

However, the daughter was still in the hospital and if he went in again, the home would be completely destroyed.

Zhang was depressed for a long time, until the day the leader asked him to come and reminded him of the case.

It was the first day of the accident for his daughter.

Zhang Hoon called his brother that night and watched the six-degree murder words for a long time.

Zhang Hong secretly copied two files, one by himself and the other.

In a small hotel that can open without an identity card, Zhang was murdered six times, and he repeated it once:

The murdered psychologist was sexually assaulted by his brother when he was a child, and the murderer used it.

On the night of the crime, the murderer and the psychologist sat down and brought the psychologist back to that memory by words and some undetectable psychological hints.

It also magnifies the suffering of sexual assault, leaving the victim in despair, convinced that death is the only way out and that relief.

Just by chance, Zhang Hoon checked the old man’s background, and something happened when he was young.

Lover cheated, old man ran into that scene and was humiliated by his lover.

After a while, the lover ran off with her lover and never came back.

Zhang Hong had reason to believe that many years later the old man would target the girl because he was afraid to face himself.

Strong despair, distorted to this day, has evolved into a odious form of retribution.

Like the murdered psychiatrist, his despair can be maximized by bringing the old man back to that memory, forcing him to stand in front of his lover’s cheating, his lover’s humiliation, and his love’s leaving behind the scene of his entire family’s departure.

Then I’ll give the death to the old man.

This revenge can be perfect.

He doesn’t care about procedural justice. That’s the perfect procedure.

Moreover, the old man committed suicide and would never be able to find them in the head, and they could still live with their heads on their chests.

Now that we’ve gone back to what we’ve been doing, we’ve had our eyes covered in blood, our beards, and our daughter’s done it.

But the rest of the reason lies with the long silence of two people, who can only hear the noise of television next door.

Zhang was aware that his brother was still thinking about such nonsense as “Kill him, and those abuses disappear.”

What if the old man has another time? Whose daughter is next?

He didn’t speak, he closed his eyes and waved at Zhang Shon.

Zhang Won didn’t speak and walked out of the house in silence.

Zhang Hoon lit himself a cigarette at the door and there was a repressed cry in the house.

When Chang-hoon returned to his room, he agreed.

In fact, Zhang and Brother-in-law knew that there was a flaw in the six-degree murder.

It’s been opened and even written in the case file.

Even if it was difficult to finish the case, there was a risk of detection.

In their line of work, they all know that there’s a risk that, whatever a percentage point, it’ll end up 100 percent.

Brother said it.

Zhang was laughing and throwing away the information.

He said: I can perfect it.

The original six-degree murder was in fact a combination of six-degree separation theory and psychological implication.

So-called six-degree separation theory – a social theory:

Through six people, you can know anyone in the world. Assuming that everyone in the world knows 160 people, the six sides of 160 are 16.7 trillions, covering the entire world population.

This was ignored in the case, but Zhang Hoon noticed…

In the case of a complete six-degree murder, the psychological implication should never have been applied to the deceased, in person, as documented in the case file.

Those psychological insinuations had to go through an entire process of transmission, and eventually to the whole of the dead.

Only then will the source not be found at all at the time of the police review.

Because as long as this transmission is consistent with the six-degree separation theory, the number of people who have transmitted these psychological indications will be huge, and even theoretically, the 16.7 trillion.

16.7 Gm, everyone is the killer.

Of course, it’s just a theoretical model.

The transmission of information is damaging, not to mention this complex set of psychological insinuations, and the greatest possibility is that when it comes to the old man’s ears, it is just some inexplicable words, with no hint at all.

But that’s enough to inspire Zhang.

In the room of the little hotel, Zhang Zhang Zhuong promoted a more perfect six-degree method of murder:

If, by psychological means, we can manipulate the old man’s family, so that they can unwittingly give the old man a complete clue to his death…

The family knew the old man best, and the words that killed him could only be interpreted as unintentional.

And no one’s going back to our heads…

Brother can’t help it anymore.

Even if it’s psychologically implied that killing is really as simple as the case file says. How easy can it be to manipulate someone?

Zhang Horn shakes his head: Do you remember the identity of the victim in the case?

Big brother has a problem.

He said, “That’s a psychiatrist who’s good at hypnosis.”

Actually brother should thank himself. As a result of his care, Zhang was largely responsible for logistics.

As a result, Zhang was able to avoid surveillance by already identifying the routes.

Zhang Zhang Qiang himself, who looked at the doctor’s online data, was indeed the country’s top-ranked hypnotist.

But he’s not so damn sure about it.

And the job is dangerous, but whoever is found, don’t say revenge, has to go in the next day.

Zhang Hoon found evidence of the psychiatrist’s life: dissertations, clothes, broken cigarettes … Most of them left blood. Indeed, in a paper, he found some experiments and records on hypnosis.

But before I could see it, the door behind me squeaked.

Zhang Hoon looked back, and Zhang Hoon’s cold sweat was soaking wet that the civilian police on night duty appeared behind them.

At this time, the civilian police were calling the leadership and Zhang and his brother were tortured in the Evidence Section.

The signal may not be good, but the civilian police called several times and failed to get through.

He turned his head and told Zhang and Brother Zhang to stay and walk out with the phone.

Chang-hoon knows, it’s over, it’s all over.

On the other side, the tortured brother pulled up his clothes with his mouth and showed the paper that he had just shoved into his clothes.

He bends his body in an extremely difficult position, pulls the paper out of his mouth and spreads it on his legs, and then continues to turn his mouth over the page, seriously, or madly read that part about hypnosis.

Big brother’s eyes are a little scary.

After a while, the police officer on duty called in and took the paper from his leg and scolded him.

The leader is already on his way, and he is taking him to take a statement.

Zhang was looking at his brother, who kept his eyes closed, and he knew what was going on in his head.

It’s the hypnosis that’s written in the paper.

There’s only Zhang Hoon left. The air is still quiet and there is only bloody evidence with civilian police on duty.

It’s as if the time has condensed, as if it’s been a long time.

The door of the Evidence Section was opened and remained the cold face of the police officer on duty, while the senior brother was behind him and was still handcuffed.

Zhang Horn’s heart fell to the bottom.

The next moment, however, the civilian police officer on duty opened Zhang Hong’s handcuffs without a word.

Zhang Hoon’s ecstasy, looking to his brother, was also released by the civilian police.

Brother shakes his hand: You’re scared to death, come back and let you go.

Zhang Jun clipped the surveillance of all the pictures of them tonight and made a new video to make it look real — nothing happened at the house tonight.

At the same time, the civilian police is making video calls with the leadership.

At that time, he was drunk, even drinking to apologize for himself, and what he had just reported was a dream, saying that he had taken a look at the environment.

The leader scolded.

Zhang and Brother Zhang have left the police station.

Chang is still out there: You paid for him?

Big brother laughed: Do you think it’s possible?

Zhang was still unable to believe that, even as detailed as the paper was written, the hypnotic approach was as good. But he could only be a beginner.

How did you do that?

He was silent for a moment and said, “When I hypnotized him, I had only one thought…

It’s the only thing I can do for my daughter now.

Eleven.

Hypnosis is possible, but it is still a mystery to suggest that it can actually kill.

So they need an experiment.

On the table, my brother’s phone screen was on, and Cheung-hoon saw the little girl on the screen and she laughed at the camera.

Today she has only lingering fear on her face.

“This is the only thing I can do for my daughter.”

“Take me to experiment. Zhang was the first to speak.

Brother Zhang shakes his head: It’s the only thing I can do.

Summer night, humid roadside, neon blinking. A young man and a middle-aged man were walking down the street, hiding their mind to kill.

And Zhang whispered about the past that might have been used to kill himself, a secret hidden in his heart for more than a decade.

When I was a kid, my father used to travel in the province and young Cheung-hoon was asking him to bring himself a toy.

Dad kept his promise, but his men never came back.

The police told Zhang Hoon ‘ s family that when the man ‘ s body was found only the newly purchased toys were around him.

After more than a decade, I don’t know if he’s coming out.

However, it was only in return that he understood why, many years later, he would choose to be a police coordinator and take the official police exam.

He took a day off, he ate with his girlfriend, went shopping, and saw a movie.

Late in the night, her girlfriend was asleep and went to the balcony and recorded the results on the paper with a pen, after which a telephone call was made to her brother.

He’s very serious. He’s not right.

According to the original plan, the brother should have hypnotized his girlfriend and then imposed on him the psychological hints of death.

If he had committed suicide today, it would show that the whole plan of killing was feasible.

But now, let’s not talk about death. Not even hypnosis.

The so-called six-degree murder had no intended half-effect.

“You’ll wait and see?”

There’s a girl on the phone.

Zhang Hoon stopped. He looked back, and his girlfriend sat up and had the phone.

What’s weird is that she’s come to herself with the look on her face, and she’s not the love of her own morning and evening.

Zhang Jun’s sweat is up.

Zhang was trying to remember that before the experiment he had visited him.

But now Zhang Hoon has no recollection of the conversation, even one word.

I’m afraid it’s that strange sight that I’m looking at right now, in a conversation that I can’t remember at all, that my brother has planted for himself.

The weird thing is, why did the hypnotic girlfriend become hypnotic himself?

Why is the scene so weird after hypnosis?

And he doesn’t understand who the girlfriend is. Who the hell is that?

Or is there not even a girlfriend?

It’s cold on the balcony. It’s chilling.

He reacted from a temporary fear.

He understood that, in any case, it was a vital experiment.

Now that old man is still at large and only if he really had his own death wish can he prove the feasibility of a six-degree murder.

He looked under his nose, and it was true that there were not a few floors down and there was already a seemingly solid network.

Zhang Hoon looked back to her girlfriend and, in her strange face, the guide to death began.

When I was young, I couldn’t kill a 30-year-old adult.

But deeper pain can.

After her girlfriend’s guidance and cold return, Zhang was back in memory.

He stood in front of his father ‘ s body, and the grown-ups told him that it was not really his fault; that was the way the father went back to the hotel.

If you don’t buy toys, it’ll happen.

After all these years, Chang-hoon told himself the same thing.

However, since he arrived in the province as a police coordinator, he had occasionally glimpsed the map on the sign and had to divert attention.

In fact, he had already understood the terrain, and his father could not beat him on the phone the other day and had gone around to buy him toys.

If it weren’t for him, father wouldn’t have died.

It’s all his fault.

Zhang Zhang Zhuon seems to have returned to the child who was standing in front of the body crying.

He should have redeemed himself, but he had fled for years.

Until the snowflake fell to Zhang Hoon’s feet, the air became colder and he stood barefoot on the tiles of the balcony, and the stinging cold pulled him back.

He’s still a little confused. He’s subconscious thinking it’s a vital experiment, and he has to go back as soon as possible.

Zhang Hoon suddenly opened his eyes!

He went back crazy, and he saw snowflakes coming into contact with the solid intercept line.

And the snowflakes didn’t stop and went straight down.

If it hadn’t been for the cold air to bring it back to life, he’d have fallen to pieces!

And he remembers clearly that last week was summer. Why doesn’t he remember anything from summer to winter?

Six months, gone for nothing?

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhou was well-dressed and turned back in silence, while one hand held the aluminium alloy railing on the balcony. His head was sore and his ears were buzzing.

It’s like the eardrum blows.

Chang was looking ahead and his memory was back.

It’s a completely different, almost gruesome memory.

An experiment to verify the feasibility of a six-degree murder. Half a year ago, on the summer night, Zhang made one with his senior.

The scene was similar to today. It was just that the girlfriend in front of her was a real girlfriend who, under the hypnosis of her brother, inflicted the same lethal psychological insinuation on him as today.

And at the end of the day, atonement is the guiding key to girlfriends.

As a child, Zhang realized that death was the only atonement.

After so many years of flight, on that day, all the unstoppable lines of psychological defence were revealed on the balcony, and at that moment Zhang Zhang Zhang was full of thoughts of atonement.

He jumped off the balcony and landed on a pre-prepared intercept.

Although unharmed, it took a long time to get out of the room under the care of the brother and his girlfriend.

Zhang was really grateful. He was finally able to face up to the past.

He had always thought that the six murders he had improved were just a killing skill, but had not thought that if he had survived, it would have been a real freshman.

He was reborn after the robbery and he proposed to his girlfriend.

The girlfriend, like that civilian police officer, had no memory of being hypnotized, but only learned that Zhang was depressed for a very long time and had finally regained consciousness.

She promised.

The old man was still at large, but the next thing was logical.

One morning in the fall, Zhang Zhong Zhong worked on the case file and sat very close to the police station.

Most of the telephone calls that are occasionally heard are common civil disputes.

Zhang Hong made himself a pot of hot tea, at which time the bell ringing again. The sound of that head is full of panic.

An old man committed suicide and hung himself in his room with a belt.

Zhang gave up his tea, came silently to the bathroom and shivered to call his brother.

After the telephone had been ringing, both had not spoken for a long time.

Zhang Heng and his brothers understand that the only thing they can do for his daughter is done.

Their days can go on.

Zhang was busy with the exams, preparing for the wedding with his girlfriend, while the seniors opened a shop and bought and sold it, which, thanks to their previous social relations, became bigger and became a small business.

It is only that, as winter approaches, the instability appears between the two.

In urban areas, the number of suicides has increased.

It is the unintentional words of the relatives, which magnifies the despair and shadow of the heart, plus the stimuli of words, and chooses death as a relief.

This familiar procedure has to be checked by Zhang Heung, and it is not necessary to look too closely at the social relations of the deceased, either as rivals of the seniors or as having had a little trouble with them.

Cheung-hoon asked him to stop.

He interrupted him and said he did not understand what Chang-hoon was saying.

Chang won’t give up: we aid the police, the police and the police.

He said, “It used to be, not anymore.

When winter comes, Zhang Hoon-shek has a feeling.

He knows that Zhang Zhong Zhong Zhong and Zhang Zhong’s hands hold on to the full homicide procedure if handed over to the police…

It’s a small possibility, but in their business, you know, it’s going to be 100 percent, no matter what.

Now he’s the one who’s unstable.

Zhang Heung knew that he would be responsible for six murders sooner or later, but he could not report it.

His life has just begun, marriage, police officers…

Brother is right. It’s easy to heat blood, but then what?

But he could not have killed his brother by murdering him six times. He could not, and he had to find an excuse to let his girlfriend leave the city first.

He has no family in the city, poor Baba’s security guards, no friends, no girlfriends, and he cannot trigger the perfect conditions for six murders — the heartless words of his relatives.

He’s got a life to live. He can’t risk killing.

And Zhang Hoon just needs to wait until he’s ready to move to another city.

Until the day before the snowfall, he said he was in trouble and made an appointment with Zhang.

Zhang Hoon still doesn’t remember what they talked about the day before the snow.

Six months of experience and multiple murders, he trained the contents of the paper as pure as fire.

Brother knows Zhang was experimented with a six-degree murder, and was somewhat immune.

So, under his hypnosis, Zhang short-lived the season and his winter clothes.

Zhang was only convinced that this evening was the first experiment.

In such a scenario, there is no need to do much more.

Zhang Won himself will take the lead!

If you hadn’t missed the snow today, Zhang won’t have any resistance!

Standing on the snowing balcony, Zhang was empty.

That’s how he reacts. From the very beginning, he’s been holding the trigger.

The voice of my brother on the phone.

In the final analysis, he believed that tonight was the first experiment.

The subconscious, guided by his brothers, has been constantly mobilizing memories of the first experiment and returning to the scene.

As for exculpatory — Zhang Hoon has forgotten — to some extent, in everyone’s eyes, he is already his relative.

It can still be the heartless words of my brother!

Zhang Hoon looked at a high-rise not far from where he could see a caller.

And there’s no sound on the other side of the phone. Neither of them spoke.

How did this happen today? But they all know that at this point in time they understand the situation.

One of them must die.

On the phone, Chang-hoon’s head suddenly screamed. After a while of wailing, Zhang Zhou spoke hard, and the tone was very strange.

Zhang Jun said, “You know, when I looked at the case, I found the most interesting thing.

The killer said the perfect crime was not six murders.

It’s a six-degree murder of a person’s relatives to threaten that person.

Zhang Honton went on like a kind of pain, and then he barely got back to it.

I still don’t know how to hypnotize. Six murders are used to kill old men.

Brother, I can’t beat you. But a little bit, I think I’m stronger.

I, my love, my family are not as desperate as your daughter.

We all want to get free after killing. Do you think I’m faster, or do you?

On the balconies of snow, the curses of the seniors were heard.

And Zhang Hoon’s ears are bleeding and he can’t hear his brother’s voice anymore. He’s holding the pen in his hand. He’s covered in blood.

I’m deaf. It doesn’t matter if you yell at me, hypnotize me, psychologically suggest me.

So you promised, or you refused.

What’s the deal, what’s the compromise?

I can’t hear everything.

I’ll just give you a minute, you, to jump off the stairs. I let your daughter go.

You can come and die with me now, but you only have one minute, one minute, and the six-degree murder of your daughter begins.

You can leave any evidence before you die, but I’m still a cop, and I’ll do it right away.

It’s a shame, brother, because of your daughter’s despair, I want to do anything to her, and I’ll take you one step.

I can do nothing.

You only have a minute.

Zhang was trying to lift his eyes and look to that high building not far away.

At this time, he could not see his brother’s men wandering around, raging in anger, saying a lot of things he wanted to talk about, and trying to hypnotize many words in the next instant, but Zhang was already deaf.

Zhang Hon leaned his head against the aluminium alloy rail and the cold slightly eased the pain.

On the phone, it’s a minute.

And Zhang Hen saw the man slowly walking to the edge of the high tower, plowing a sign of despair in the mid-air and then disappearing in the snow.

Silent.

Only Zhang Zhou spoke to himself: this is the only thing I can do.

Chang was sitting on the balcony, thinking.

He had reason to believe that, for the sake of his daughter, he did not have to do anything and that he had processed all the evidence that might have exposed him before he died.

It’s just that he remembers the file that he first studied with his senior brother, and one of his words is in his heart:

“The murderer confessed that he had an eye and could see how his despair arose. I’m sorry.

The six-degree murder recorded in the case file has been verified, even in his improved version.

If that eye sees the old man’s body, the brother’s body.

Is it possible to see Zhang Jun’s own thrust?

Zhang was aware that, whatever the possibility, it would eventually turn to 100 per cent.

He knew that the way to zero in absolute terms was to keep that eye open.

Six months later, Zhang Hong’s wedding was on schedule. That wedding was perfect for the bride’s imagination.

Western, open, family and family.

The only thing that upsets the bride is that when it comes to the stage, Zhang Hoon is still looking at a description of the killer.

At the same time, in a prison on the outskirts of the country, a prisoner was taken to a female police officer in front of a female police officer, wearing cuffs to his feet and a specially designed left eye mask that could not be opened.

The prisoner seems to have a lot to ask about the police officer. But it was stopped.

The woman officer only said to him: Ye Xiaobai, someone improved your six-degree murder.

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