"What are you saying? Listen carefully!"

"He seemed to say, sorry, brother, I'll go find you right away!"

Wen Yiming was stunned. What does this mean? Repent? Let’s talk about it later. He helped Zhang Xiaoyang slowly relieve his ecstasy and encouraged him: “You did it, you saved yourself, and you can survive now!”

"I did it, I struggled to resist him to survive!"

Zhang Xiaoyang cried bitterly, slowly feeling energetic, and instantly became determined, as if he had become a different person.

"How is it? Did you draw it?" Wen Yiming took Zhang Xiaoyang out, took the portrait, and made him sure again. Zhang Xiaoyang said excitedly: "It's him, he's the murderer!"

"All the police stations in the county who were looking for this portrait were at their fifteen or sixteen years old, and now they are in their early thirties!"

Jiang Zhenyu analyzed: "He lives alone and has a small space to torture the victims. He is violent and impulsive, has an introverted personality, likes to play games. He often lingers in Internet cafes and screening halls, and goes by himself every time, but he will take another peer away."

"Apart from Zhang Xiaoyang's last victim, he threw the body out of the wild, no other corpses appeared, which means that he is likely to kill and dismember him, and then bury him."

The county criminal police captain said in confusion: "We dispatched all police forces to conduct a carpet-style investigation. No one had seen any suspicious people or packages. There were no lakes or rivers around. How could more than a dozen victims not knowing it?"

"This is the key to the problem!" Jiang Zhenyu agreed: "So there is only one possibility, that is, he did not bury the body far away, and even did not move the body. The most likely is to bury it on the ground, bury it in the backyard or near the crime scene!"

"The key goal this time is to have small workshops, small factories and warehouses, backyards and independent spaces, living alone in their thirties, being withdrawn and in a simplified way."

"There is a problem!" Tang Xiaoya analyzed: "According to the pace of killing more than a dozen people in two years, such a serial killer cannot stop by himself unless there is external force to prevent him from continuing to commit the crime."

"Maybe he committed suicide, too!"

Wen Yiming had an idea, remembered Zhang Xiaoyang's last words, and speculated: "The murderer finally threw Zhang Xiaoyang into the wild, and he didn't have the effort to dismember the body. He might just want to commit suicide. This is the last case, and he doesn't want to survive anymore!"

"Check! Look at all the hospital clinics in the past ten years who have not accepted patients who have been admitted to the hospital due to suicide? Young people aged fifteen to thirty-five, regardless of life or death!"

All the police took action, and this time they had a clear goal. The county town was not big, there were only three or four hospitals, and there would be clues soon.

"It's him, Huang Yongsheng. He was electrocuted for first aid and did not die later. He was amputated on both hands and survived."

The captain of the criminal police said excitedly: "He is a local. His parents died unexpectedly at the age of ten. He left him a small noodle factory with a factory and a backyard. He is very withdrawn. He likes to fight when he was young. He goes to the Internet cafe if he has nothing to do, and he is him!"

"Take him to ask!"

Soon a middle-aged man in a wheelchair with a calm expression appeared in the interrogation room. He was Huang Yongsheng, the biggest suspect!

"Tell me? You're also making a profit after hiding for so many years, right?" Jiang Zhenyu and Wen Yiming were responsible for interrogation. As soon as they came up, they said straight to the point: "I have committed suicide, and I'm not afraid of death, but I'm still afraid of telling the truth?"

Huang Yongsheng raised his head, looked at the two people, and smiled and said, "I don't know what you are talking about? I am just a disabled person without hands. What bad things can a useless person do?"

"I still want to deny it!" Jiang Zhenyu slapped the table and scolded: "Now we are digging corpses in your backyard. I believe it will be a result soon. You kid are really good! Kill people, dismember them, and bury them in your backyard. Is this also called a useless person?"

Huang Yongsheng gritted his teeth and began to remain silent. The two sides entered a stalemate, and he chose to remain silent in the face of evidence.

"You won't say it? I'll say it for you!"

Jiang Zhenyu picked up Huang Yongsheng's file in his hand and analyzed: "You have been in a bad family since childhood, and your parents make a living by making some noodles. They are very busy every day and have no time to care about you. You have been violent since childhood and like to fight with others."

"But you are thin and often unable to beat others and be bullied by older children. If you don't study well, your teachers don't like you either, so you don't have any sense of accomplishment and feel inferior."

"Later, something happened to your parents, and no one cared about you. You started to indulge in Internet cafes and screening halls all day long, watching some violent videos. I remember that gunfight games were very popular at that time, which made you particularly fascinated."

"In the game, you can experience the pleasure of killing, shoot the head with a shot, or kill the other person directly with a knife. This kind of killing makes you feel presence, excitement, and a stimulation of controlling your life."

Wen Yiming looked at Huang Yongsheng and read the micro-expression Jiang Zhenyu was an expert. He was used to various criminal psychology and quickly found the entry point.

"You vent all the restlessness and rebellion of adolescence through the game, but you are becoming less and less satisfied with the unreal killing. You need more real excitement!"

"I'm curious about what excuse you used to lure your peers home with you? And why are all your goals male?"

"The strong are disdainful to attack women!"

Huang Yongsheng finally spoke and sneered: "As for the reason? It's too simple, I just say that there is a more exciting game that needs to be played by people, and they will take the bait by themselves!"

"I remember when I was twelve or thirteen years old, I watched a video at a temple fair. The film was called "The Free Man", which tells the story of a killer alone. For the first time, I thought the killer was cool and unique, and I really wanted to experience the feeling of being a killer."

"No one has cared about me since he was a child, and no one has cared about me. He has always been alone. Like a lone killer, he has no friends, no family, only himself."

Huang Yongsheng looked up at the ceiling and monologueed himself: "I like gunfighting games. That kind of killing makes me very excited. I can control other people's lives with my own hands and control the power of life and death. That feeling is so good."

"Later, I became less and less satisfied with the game. I dreamed that I would try the feeling of killing with my own hands! One day, I suddenly saw the noodle rolling machine stand at home and lay on it to try it out, and it felt very suitable."

"I had an idea to simply modify the bracket, replace the short board with a long board, and refresh it with green advertising color. Try it again. It's more suitable. I named it Smart Trojan."

"I think young people have the idea of ​​challenging themselves. Everyone is not stupid and thinks they are very smart. Named it a smart Trojan, which can make people lose their vigilance and make them easier to succeed."

"With the tools, I want to find someone to try it. If you kill a woman, you can't show your heroism, so you decide to choose a man to start."

"I often go to Internet cafes and video halls, where there are many young people who are idle and idle. They have no social experience and are easy to cheat, so they start with them."

Huang Yongsheng spoke faster and faster, as if he was addicted to self-intoxication, and smiled and said, "I remember the first person was named Wang Ping. I cheated him into school and took money to trick him into home. It was dark at that time, and I pointed to the smart Trojan and said to Wang Ping: This is a game that can test how strong a person's reaction ability is."

"After I personally demonstrated it, he confidently got on the Trojan horse, stuck his head between the two sticks, faced up, and tied his hands to the Trojan horse's legs. Then I suddenly tied his neck with a white cloth strip, and before I could resist, Wang Ping died."

"After a person died, I was confused and thought about how to deal with the corpse. I started to throw the corpse into the wild, and I thought it was easy to be discovered. After thinking about it for about two hours, I decided to separate the corpse."
Chapter completed!