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"You are a murderer just like your father!" The old man rushed up and grabbed him by the collar, "Go to hell!"
With the sound of light, the door glass shook.
Gu Qi¡¯s back hit the corner of the door.
The old man punched Gu Qi one after another. His wife collapsed on the ground and cried: "My poor daughter"
Gu Qi didn¡¯t hide or fight back, he always stood upright.
More and more people were watching the fun, but no one stood up. As bystanders, they did not hide their attitude at all. They expressed their disgust and fear of Gu Qi, and also expressed their enjoyment of watching people being punished from the commanding heights. .
A child said that his grandfather hit someone because he was a bad person. The child¡¯s parents quickly covered his eyes and mouth and whispered to him that the person who was being beaten was a bad guy. They also told him that he could not do bad things and would be punished.
So what are you doing? Oh, you didn't do anything bad. How can it be called a bad thing when bad people are punished? It should be called retribution. . .
Song Zhi finally understood why Gu Qi wanted to live on an island. She stepped forward and walked towards him.
Pei Shuangshuang held back: "Don't go." As an agent, she must be rational and calculate the gains and losses immediately. "At least don't go now. You are a public figure. If you go, it will make the situation worse."
Song Zhi stood still.
Pei Shuangshuang could feel her clenched hands shaking.
The old man was still punching and kicking, venting his hatred. The old lady cried more and more heartbroken.
"Hello."
The sudden interjection of the voice was very abrupt, and a dozen pairs of eyes on the sidelines looked over, only to see a person walking out of the 19th building.
¡°Yeah, it¡¯s the gangster who became the manager.
"If you don't let go, Mr. Qin can sue you for intentional injury."
In fact, the old man is not old. After losing his daughter, his head turned white, and he roared like a bell: "What does it have to do with you?"
"Of course it's none of my business."
The gangster leader has a very deceptive skin. He took out his mobile phone and took a few photos slowly: "If there is a prosecution, I will be a witness."
The old lady¡¯s crying stopped and her eyes were full of resentment: ¡°Do you know who he is?¡±
The couple came from Licheng, and their luggage was still nearby. The old lady took something out of the bag and wrapped it in white cloth. She lifted the cloth, revealing a photo of her deceased body.
"He is a serial killer!"
The sunglasses in Song Zhi¡¯s hand fell to the stone slab on the ground. The sound was so slight that Gu Qi heard it.
The moment their eyes met, something collapsed, and Gu Qi's back, which had always been straight, suddenly bent.
He quickly put away his gaze, lowered his head, and hid half of his face stained by rotten tomatoes. Suddenly he could no longer hear any sound, and could only see his shoes, which were stained red with chicken blood.
??Serial murderer.
These five words can crush a person¡¯s spine.
"You tell the judge." Tan Jiangjin pulled the old man's hand away and handed Gu Qi a handkerchief: "Wipe it."
He didn¡¯t answer it, but squatted down and wiped the blood on the shoes with his own hands, but the more he wiped, the dirtier it became.
He stood up again, turned his back to everyone's eyes, and walked into Building 19.
Tan Jiangjin followed him in.
The crowd slowly dispersed, but the old couple did not leave immediately. They held the photo of their deceased daughter and cried and cursed until dark. After they left, Pei Shuangshuang took Song Zhi up from the underground parking garage.
The elevator door opened and Song Zhi saw Qin Su.
He didn¡¯t even change his clothes: ¡°What are you doing here?¡±
Song Zhi came out of the elevator: "Come to see you."
The juice from the tomatoes dried up and formed ugly lines on his face.
"Did you just see it?"
"Um."
"Did you hear everything?"
She was exceptionally calm: "Yeah."
The dark yellow egg liquid flowed from his collar to his pants. However, he was wearing a white shirt today, which made him look dirtier and more embarrassed.
"Is there anything you want to ask?"
??For example, a serial killer.
Song Zhi took two steps forward, stood on tiptoes, and wiped his face with her sleeves.
He only shook his head for a moment, then immediately grabbed her hand and threw it away forcefully: "Licheng Serial Murder Case, go back and investigate this."
He used a lot of strength, but Song Zhi couldn't stand firm and took two steps back, bumping into her back.on the wall.
"Also," he ignored her frown and looked at her dirty sleeves with a cold look, "don't appear in front of me in the future."
Pei Shuangshuang rushed out of the elevator: "Qin Su!"
He was still looking at Song Zhi's sleeves, the ice in his eyes was so thick that one couldn't see the waves under the ice.
"You are her agent, you should teach her what it means to be close to the ink, and the person who is close to the ink is the black."
After he finished speaking, he turned around, opened the door, and closed the door with a bang.
There is a laptop placed on the dining table in the living room. The video of Song Zhi being secretly filmed in Tanshan is played over and over again on the laptop.
The sound was too confusing to hear, but he understood that she was calling Qin Su. She was the first one to cry loudly for him.
He went over to turn off the video and then exited the WeChat creative group.
You shouldn¡¯t be greedy, especially for people like him.
After dark, the moon comes out, the leaves fall, and the round moon hangs on the dead branches, which is a bit desolate.
The Bentley hasn¡¯t driven away yet, parked at the gate of the Longhu Bay community.
"Yaoyao, do you know about the Licheng serial murder case?"
Ling Yao said on the phone, "I just found out this morning, and I haven't figured out how to tell you yet." She asked, "Where are you?"
"Longhu Bay."
"I happen to be nearby, you wait for me there."
In less than a quarter of an hour, Ling Yao rushed over.
When she got in the car, the first thing she said was: "Ruoruo, can you find someone else you like?"
Song Zhi shook his head.
Ling Yao respects her choice.
"That was a case fifteen years ago. Qin Su's father, Qin Weiran, was the murderer of the Licheng serial murder case. There were a total of sixteen victims, all of whom were women. He was a painter and had a special interest in female corpses. Complex.¡±
Ling Yao did not elaborate on those bloody things.
"He would use a climbing rope to hang people up before killing people. The last victim was his wife. That was when he was arrested and the person who reported the crime was Qin Su."
Song Zhi touched the cigarette in the bag, her hands were shaking when she took it out, and the cigarette fell under the car seat.
Pei Shuangshuang picked up the cigarette and stuffed it back into his bag: "Then he is the victim. Why do other victims' families say that he is also a murderer? Just because he is Qin Weiran's son?"
"The climbing rope that tied his mother had his DNA on it, and the knotting technique was very special, and he happened to know it, so the police listed him as the second suspect, even though there was no fingerprints on the murder weapon."
Pei Shuangshuang thought it was too ridiculous: "He was only thirteen years old back then."
"The theatergoers won't care how old he is, and the unscrupulous media won't care either. There were two very famous reports back then. One said that the murderer's genes would be inherited, and the other said that father and son conspired to kill everyone. Good nature."
Bystanders don¡¯t need the truth, the victims¡¯ families only need a vent. They all feel that they have done no evil, so who is?
The thirteen-year-old boy became an undead soul as a memorial to the sixteen human lives.
¡°The judge found him not guilty in court, but everyone said he was guilty.¡±
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