Xu Maocai walked towards Ye Fan with a hideous smile, holding a manuscript in his hand.【】

The pen and ink handwriting is quite obvious compared to most of the yellowed manuscripts on the wall. This manuscript must have been written not long ago.

"I've heard a long time ago that you are an expert in criminal psychology, and you must be very good at reasoning and logic... Let's take a look at this story..."

Xu Maocai turned on the light in the room and moved the manuscript in front of Ye Fan.

No matter how reluctant he was, Ye Fan could only do it at this moment.

The story is very simple. It tells the story of a death row prisoner named

First,

"There is X's DNA at the scene, so... everyone will think that it was X who died... not the ranger... Hahaha, in this way, no one will continue to hunt for X!"

Xu Maocai laughed crazily. He regarded this novel as a seamless escape plan.

At this moment, Ye Fan spoke coldly, interrupting Xu Maocai's hysteria.

"However, the police will verify the DNA at the fire scene. Once compared, they will find that the deceased person is not X."

All Ye Fan could think about was how to escape in the future. He knew in his heart that Xu Maocai would definitely not let him go.

After Xu Mao finished listening, the smile on his face suddenly condensed. It was like a friend who was chatting with him one second, but suddenly showed murderous intent in the next second.

He paused for a moment, then roughly grabbed Ye Fan's head and pressed it against the manuscript.

"Didn't you see what I wrote before? Neither of these two people... there is no DNA backup record! It can't be verified, it can't be verified... No one knows that the person who died in the house was a ranger... They will all think that

...think X is dead!”

"That's just your wishful thinking!"

Ye Fan interrupted Xu Maocai sternly, and he began to sympathize with Liu Min's previous experience. It is really not something ordinary people can do to "guide" such an author: "The reality is not the mystery novel you wrote. Even if they kill me, they will still do it."

Continue to hunt you. Xu Maocai, you can't escape! Surrendering yourself is your only choice!"

"It's impossible, it's impossible... this plan is perfect! Every plan I make is perfect."

Xu Maocai re-pasted the manuscript on the wall, turned around, roughly grabbed Ye Fan's hair, and forcibly dragged him to the center of the house.

The wound on his left leg became extremely painful after being dragged. Ye Fan struggled desperately, but he was helpless and couldn't compete with the madman in front of him.

Before he could recover from the pain, Ye Fan saw Xu Maocai suddenly put on plastic gloves and then forced a brown glass bottle into his hand.

After Ye Fan's fingerprint sample was left on the glass bottle, Xu Mao locked the glass bottle in the cabinet with satisfaction.

If the guess is correct, the drug in the bottle should be the cyanide that poisoned Ding Yan. Xu Maocai is following the idea in that story to frame the criminal evidence on himself.

Even if the logic is not feasible, this madman still continues according to his own ideas.

Next came more things, as well as the clothes on Xu Maocai's body, all of which were stained with Ye Fan's fingerprints, or simply put on Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan knew very well that Xu Maocai would kill him directly after doing all this. If he wanted to survive, he could only do it now.

His left leg was still unable to fully exert force, but after this period of struggle, Ye Fan got used to the pain.

While Xu Maocai was taking off his clothes, Ye Fan picked up the wooden chair on the side of the ground and smashed it into the guy's face.

There was a crisp sound, and the moment the wooden chair hit his head, countless sawdust scattered in all directions accompanied by Xu Maocai's wail.

The opportunity was fleeting, Ye Fan reluctantly stood up and ran towards the outside of the wooden house.

The severe pain in his left leg still existed. Because he was not exerting enough force, Ye Fan staggered and fell to the ground before he could run a few steps.

The night was already dark, and as far as the eye could see, there was wilderness all around. Without his mobile phone, he could only rely on himself. Ye Fan used his hands and feet to stand up, and continued running down the mountain with one foot lame.

Ye Fan is not very fast, but he has already burst out the remaining energy in his body. He probably cannot remember the route he took when he came. In the dark environment, it is very difficult to even see the way ahead.

After gritting his teeth and persisting all the way, Ye Fan finally collapsed next to a big tree due to lack of physical strength.

He didn't know if the distance he had walked was enough to escape Xu Maocai. But when he got here, he was completely exhausted.

The wound on the left leg had begun to swell and bleed, and large amounts of tissue fluid spread along with the blood.

There was still endless darkness all around, and there was no light, just like there was no hope. Not far behind, the sound of "rustling" was extremely eye-catching. It seemed that Xu Maocai had caught up after recovering.

Ye Fan looked at the dark sky and smiled helplessly.

It was like this at the fire scene, and it's the same now. It's so desperate, and it's obvious that there's no hope for a long time, why do I still waste my efforts like this?

The light and shadow overlap, and what appears in front of you is a scene from twenty years ago.

The same darkness, the same lack of hope, and the same murderous demon. Perhaps in the past twenty years, I have never changed. I long for light, hope, and continue to live.

People who have experienced life and death several times can increasingly understand the value of life. Not only to find out the truth twenty years ago, Ye Fan now just wants to continue living.

Shen Ru had already sensed the danger in advance, so Xu Maocai followed the bloodstains. If he kept going like this, he would be discovered sooner or later.

"Help...help!"

Ye Fan hoarse his voice and made his last cry for help.

However, in the endless darkness, this weak voice seemed too small.

"Is... is there anyone... help!"

"Help!"

He shouted one after another, and the only response he received was the intensifying sound of footsteps behind him.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and after a moment, Xu Maocai rushed forward angrily and grabbed Ye Fan.

Xu Maocai was holding a swing stick in his hand, half of his face was blood red, and his red eyes revealed murderous intent.

"You don't understand the story at all... You don't understand the logic at all... Why! Why did you run away... Your death is valuable... You are all valuable..."

“What’s the value?”

"Art...do you understand? Your death can be seen by countless people, and it will be exactly the same as in the story, and they will all be excited about it..."

"Fart... I can't feel anything but disgusting about the story you wrote, a guy who takes human life for granted..."

The word "disgusting" struck Xu Maocai like a thunderbolt.

His passionate eyes suddenly froze, and then tightened little by little.

Xu Maocai gritted his teeth and stood up straight. Like an old butcher, he finally made up his mind to kill the lamb in front of him.
Chapter completed!