Chapter 70:

The reason written on the note in the cave was actually not believed by Jing Ye himself. Deep in the mountains and forests, there are two big men who swim at night. But anyway, they all want to leave, and the big mouth and watermelon will certainly not believe any words, so it makes no difference to find any excuses.
When the sunset was about to go down in the evening, the third group of birds brought back the news and found the target track. It takes less than a day for Demon to enter the mountain. The terrain of Changchu Ridge itself is rugged and complicated, and there are beasts in the depths of the forest from time to time. Unless he is dead, he will not dare to go deeper, but hovering within a certain range. So birds in the jungle can easily find him.
With the examples of the previous two failures, this time the big mouth did n’t even ask, and came to the conclusion,
I ’m sure I have n’t found it!
If it were n’t for the intensive bird feces rain of the unknown prophet and the bird ’s rising phoenix, it would be too frightening None of them would believe so easily that Jing Ye could talk to animals. Later, they both got a little skeptical and wondered in private whether they could apply for a police dog to help them complete the task.
Jing Ye did not justify, and nodded along his words, "Um, no." It was not that he was angry with the two, but that he reached an agreement with Song Xiuyuan in private.
Demon has killed so many people over the years, and each has died so badly. Zhang Qiaoqiao's father heard his daughter Ling Chi over the phone, and his screams became a nightmare of his life. Gao Wei was like a frog in a laboratory that was cooked by gradually warming water. When his father took someone to look for him, the talent died for a few minutes. It seemed that he could be rescued just a little faster. Gao Father was tortured by pain, and at the same time, he had to bear the silent blame from his loved ones, and he was about to collapse. And the captain's son, in fact, even if he did n’t make the call, his son would eventually die from gas poisoning, but he was worried about the child making the phone call and ended the child ’s life in person
Killing is not the point, but what about demon? Was cut, corpses, Ling Chi, raw cooking, the explosion did not even leave a complete body. After such a person was arrested, he was only handcuffed and brought to court, where he was sentenced to death.
Then a bullet ended all the grudges of this life.
Why can he die so easily?
Of course, Jing Yan considers himself a good citizen who abides by the law and does not engage in lynching. But the suspect escaped into the dense forest by himself. Before being arrested and brought to justice, he was unlucky and was scared by something, so no wonder who it was.
Dazui and Watermelon are public family members, and they are not sure what their attitudes are, so Jing Yan and Song Xiuyuan simply left a note to leave the team in order to avoid trouble.
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Yang Feng stayed night and day in the dense forest of Changchuling. It looks like he was fleeing because he was chased by the police. In fact, otherwise, he expected such a result before committing the crime. It was he who took the initiative to choose Changchu Ridge as a retreat, bringing the necessary tool kits for survival in the wild and the compressed food needed to survive for a few days into the mountain.
In the spacious cave, a floor was paved with hay in the corner, and there was a pile of fire not far away. The bright fire light stained the hard rock wall with a warm color. A simple shelf was set up with three branches by the fire, and a stainless steel pot was wound with iron wires around both ears. The water in the pot has boiled, and the mushrooms are tumbling up with the water, and the faint fragrance diffuses in the air. Three little birds were also roasted by the fire, and they were skewered on the ground with branches on the ground, dripping with oil.
Yang Feng filled a half spoon of soup with a spoon, drank it to his mouth, and drank it. The hot soup passed through the throat to the stomach, and the whole body warmed from the inside out. The bird's meat has been cooked, and a few grains of salt are just sprinkled, which is a delicious and tender food.
His expression was leisurely and at ease, not even a little grievance on his diet.
Where does this seem to be fleeing?
He ate slowly and was full of Sven. Just like his profession.
Feng Feng is a university teacher and teaches advanced mathematics. When in school, he always wore a fitted suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a decent smile on his face. He has a good reputation among the students. He is named at a fixed time and usually gives high marks. Not only is the focus at the end of the term, but the examination is also loose. If someone is willing to learn and ask him questions that he doesn't understand, he will explain patiently.
Born in 1978, 35 years old, unmarried. His features are quite handsome, coupled with the scholar's outstanding temperament and the golden age of men, many girls in the school fell down under his suit pants and called him a male in private.
Not only in the school, Zuolinyoushe also spoke very well of him. In the same neighborhood, both hands who wanted to match him could not be counted.
Such a social elite is a good man at home. Who would associate him with metamorphosis, killing, people, and madness?
But he did. When he committed the first homicide 15 years ago, he was only 20 years old and was in college.
"Boom" bird sounded outside the cave. Then came the sound of the dead leaves being trampled, a slight and rhythmic feel. Unlike beasts, they can only be people.
auzw.com Yang Feng squinted slightly, touched what was hidden in his sleeve, and continued to pack the tableware unconsciously.
"Ka-Ka-" The trap was touched, but no scream came.
He then stopped the thing in his hand, stood up, took the most advantageous position, and waited for the arrival of his opponent. About a few seconds later, two people appeared at the entrance of the cave. They stepped into the bright realm from the darkness covered by night, and they were tall and tall. However, Yang Feng didn't expect that the two were not wearing police uniforms. They didn't look like police people from their gestures.
The place where Yang Feng stood was actually a blind spot of perspective, but the first time after entering the cave, the two discovered his location the first time. After taking a few steps in, Shuangyi saw each other.
"Hello." The young man with plaster on his arm took the lead to speak, and even smiled, but the smile gave a stiff feeling. The other person in the group looked at him coldly, with a resentful expression on his face.
Yang Feng knew that these two were his enemies even if they were not police. But he replied indifferently, "Hello."
"Demon, right?" The young man with plaster on his arm naturally asked the question, "I want to know your motive for killing. Can you talk?"
What an interesting person. Yang Feng laughed, "Yes. Sit down." He seemed to greet guests at home, but his body remained motionless. It is the most basic common sense not to expose your back to the enemy. And the other party obviously knew that. At last, the two sides moved face to face and sat down by the fire, like friends, and had a long conversation.
"I have a lot of works. Which one do you want to know?" Yang Feng asked as he raised the fire. The moment the voice fell, I only listened to the young man who hated him, "Zhang Qiaoqiao."
"That cute little girl." Even though it has been many years, he remembers every one of his works clearly and without prompting. "What's your relationship with her? Only her grandfather and dad were left with her relatives before she died. Soon after her death, the old man left because of sadness. As for dad Zhang Heng, I've seen it, you don't look like him at all.
"Is it a passerby with a sense of justice?" He said to himself, "But it doesn't matter. Since you want to listen, I'll talk about it."
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Yang Feng's background is not good, let alone a well-off, even ordinary working people can't compare. I haven't seen his mother since he remembered it, it was his father who pulled him up. But he had many playmates as a kid, or those were his slaves. There are men and women, some of the fine-skinned tender meat are from a good family, and some have rough skin and fine cocoons on their hands. In addition there are wonderful young girls. These people were tied hands and feet and locked in a room without a window and an iron door. They were given only one meal a day, or leftovers.
Yes, his dad is a personal trafficker and a second-hand trafficker. Collect the goods from other people, and then contact the next family to sell. Their family lives in a village with only 20 or so households, and the entire village people do this for a living.
At that time, communications and transportation were very lagging. Their village was located in a mountain, and the road was long and rugged. Even the local government did not know that such a place existed. There are several big dogs in the village, which are much better than those who are locked up, because there are always disobedient people who want to run away. These dogs are used to chase people. When they find one, they do not run. Drop one.
Those who are arrested are worthless and worthless, and those who are worthy are beaten hard. They must be made aware of the pain and never dare to escape. The worthless ones were killed directly, killing chickens and tamarins and throwing them out to feed dogs.
Yang Feng was awakened countless times in the night. At first, the screaming cry of the girl could scare him to sleep, and gradually he got used to it. He poked at the door, and looked at the room next to the oil lamp from the crack of the door. His father and his uncle in the village were around the bed. Several people were naked with their butts, and there was a girl lying on the bed.
One time later, he squatted numbly, stood up and accidentally touched the door. The old disrepaired wooden door made a harsh noise. The man in the next room froze a bit, and came over to find him hiding at the door.
"Boy, the hair hasn't even grown up, so I learned to listen to the wall roots! Hahahahaha, it is indeed your father's seed!"
At that time, he was only six years old and didn't understand anything, but he had committed countless crimes and became an accomplice. Later, when he went to college, he knew that the crime gene would be inherited. Whenever he remembered what his father and neighbors did, he not only did not feel dirty and ugly, but had a feeling of blood boiling.
The sins that the world does not tolerate are like poisons, which fascinated him.
If there were no subsequent accidents, he would probably inherit his dad's profession and then carry forward.
The author has something to say: really did not finish 23333333
I went to the second yard and changed it. It may be updated at 12 o'clock.