Chapter 93:

In order to solve the child trafficking case, he squatted outdoors for more than 30 hours in the winter, at a young age, his legs and feet were frozen;
His two daughters were on the scene that day because he was locked in a locker in advance and escaped. But the eldest daughter, Jian Yao, witnessed the entire murder process and has not spoken for a long time ...
Pain and remorse, like ferocious beasts, cannibalize Luo Lang's heart. Cannibalize day after day, and night after night. He wanted to surrender himself in the past, but thought of life in prison, and maybe even faced by his parents, he retreated ...
The police finally didn't come. He escaped.
Can anyone really escape?
From then on, the stone boy will always be trapped in Jian's living room, holding a blood-stained knife, tears in his eyes, and at a loss.
...
It's almost dark, and we can only see each other's strange faces with a glimmer of light.
At the moment, the thirty-six-year-old Luo Lang was unconscious. His gaze slid from Bo Jinyan to the face of Jian Yao next to him. Suddenly, a hint of joy came to his mind.
What kind of eyes are those!
Pure, dark, so quiet and vast colors are in those eyes. In his lifetime, he finally saw these eyes again. Her eyes were exactly the same as her father's. That was what Lang Lang admired, and it was his awe and memory.
His legs softened and he suddenly knelt down.
In fact, the person in front of him is not clear whether it is Jian Yao or Jian Yan. Behind him is the cliff, but he seemed to be kneeling in the living room that year.
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ..." He looked up at her, unable to tell whether he was timid or obsessed. "Please forgive me ... forgive me ..."
He burst into tears.
Bo Jinyan didn't move his gun, listening to his voice, still facing his direction. At this time, Jian Yao's gun aimed at Luo Lang's head more accurately. She looked at him suddenly in pain, and for a while she had mixed feelings and wondered how to answer. Tears gradually overflowed, blurring his eyes.
Her silence made Luo Lang's heart fall like an ice cellar. Perhaps people will always have crazy thoughts before dying. He is more eager to get her forgiveness than every moment in the past 20 years. He even grabbed her trousers, raised his head, and looked forward to looking at her with such affection, and said again, "Jian Yao ... Please forgive me ... I don't want anything, for these 20 years, I only need you to say a word ……forgive……"
He spoke in tears, making Jian Yao's heart feel a little stunned. She also knew that he had lived shortly, and even if he died today without serious injuries, he would soon be sentenced to death. Suddenly everything that met him suddenly came to mind. It was at a village party organized by Li Xunran. He sat in a straight suit and smiled at her. "Jian Yao, I took you and Xun Ran to fish with me when I was a kid." And the mask killer. In the coming case, An Yan and Fang Qing were blown up, and she was blown to the ground. He picked her up and faced the vicious mask killer.
For more than a year, I have always been with my company, like my elder brother and my friend. No one can see that he has been mentally ill for many years. Even Jian Yao, who has been with him day and night, can't see it ...
But forgiveness?
At the moment he was desperate, he prayed for forgiveness for his sins against his father.
Jian Yao's muzzle shuddered slightly. Cold waves came from distant memories, invading her chest. She looked up subconsciously and looked at Bo Jinyan. He seemed to be aware of her mind, and just said quietly, "Do it as you wish."
Tears poured into his eyes, and Jian Yao looked at Luo Lang again.
Luo Lang stared at her.
"I can't forgive you," Jian Yao said slowly, "never." In her heart, for some reason, like a blunt knife, slowly grinding.
Luo Lang's complexion was pale and stiff as a sculpture. Then he smiled, very bitter and smiled suddenly. He lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and tears flowed down: "I know ... I know ... I know ..." He kept saying this sentence repeatedly, apparently his spirit was on the verge of collapse.
Suddenly, a coldness appeared in his eyes. Jian Yao's heart was stunned, and she just wanted to stop drinking: "Don't move!" It was too late, and Luo Lang, who was seriously injured, was so agile. He turned and jumped under the cliff!
This is a steep, dark bottomless cliff. The wind whistled up.
Actually everything just stayed for a few seconds. Jian Yao didn't even have time to catch up.
Luo Lang himself hung on the edge of the cliff, and Bo Jinyan was closest to him. At the last moment, he made a subconscious grasp, so that the blind man really grabbed his arm.
Xu Shi's death has been decided, and Luo Lang's eyes have returned to Qingming. He smiled, and no longer looked at Jian Yao, but stared at the people in front of him and said, "Bo Jinyan, how do you determine ... the butterfly killer is ... mine?"
Bo Jinyan didn't answer, but the sunglasses on his face slipped off his face and fell off the cliff.
"When the Masked Killer Group struck, how did you know their plans and texted Jian Yao to warn the police?" Bo Jinyan asked.
Luo Lang was surprised.
Then there was some strange look on his face. Confused, confused, painful, treacherous ... He suddenly laughed, then raised his fist and hit the back of Bo Jinyan's hand. Bo Jinyan was in pain and finally had to release his hand.
Luo Lang fell straight down.
Like a butterfly falling into the sky, like a person falling into a grave. With unresolved secrets, he flew away alone.
He finally stopped using himself as a cocoon.

The abyss, the mountains, is as vast as a dream.
Jian Yao supported Bo Jinyan, standing on the cliff, and said, "He only prayed for my forgiveness at the last moment of his life. I did not forgive him. Am I too harsh and ruthless for a mental illness?"
Bo Jinyan's face had no sunglasses, and Ren Feng's wind blew on his face. In the dark, Jian Yao could not see his face.
He said: "Hate cannot make a person truly happy. However, understanding does not necessarily save a fallen person. He has been mentally ill for many years. Even if you say forgiveness, he can no longer be more normal. Your father's Death may be the biggest stimulus for him to become mentally ill. But the formation of a mental illness must be caused by a variety of reasons. Congenital, environmental, and family reasons are possible. You don't have to blame yourself and follow your own heart. Moreover, Whether you forgive him or not, the crimes he has committed over the years, especially those innocently strangled lives, cannot be forgiven at all. "
Jian Yao remained silent for a long time, leaning into Bo Jinyan's arms. They hugged each other silently, until behind them, more and more siren sounded, and the world was about to come.