Ai Liang shook Xia Qinian away and saw that he did not follow him anymore and gradually slowed down into a life supermarket. There were billboards for the third anniversary of the opening of the supermarket.

Of course, he came here not to buy things, but to meet the murderer.

Yue Qihua is right. It cannot be directly determined that a person is the murderer without evidence, but Ai Liang has it.

He saw the murderer's appearance through Gao Jiajia's brain, and there was no more conclusive evidence than the victim himself.

That Wang Zi is the real murderer.

The moment he saw Wang Zi in the morning, Ai Liang recorded his brain waves and biological signals, and kept observing him secretly.

After school holidays, he went home and locked himself in his room.

That’s right, Wang Zi lives in the Jinyang Community opposite.

Ai Liang took a bottle of mineral water from the freezer, and after paying, he sat on a bench near the supermarket exit and swiped his phone, pretending to be a passerby in the supermarket to enjoy the cool air.

On the surface, he was looking at his phone, but in fact, Ai Liang's consciousness had already been placed on Wang Zi in the community building.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

Wang Zi sat at the desk, and the powerful heartbeat echoed in his ears through his chest.

He stared at the cotton gloves and cell phone on the table, twisting uneasy.

He spent the whole morning fighting between heaven and man.

I want to destroy the evidence and worry about being more guilty.

I wanted to surrender myself but I also thought of the eyes of my classmates, parents, neighbors, and the label of murderers fixed on me in the future.

Thinking of this, his courage to surrender was exhausted when he walked to the living room and didn't even leave the house.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Wang Zi clenched his fists and his nails tightly and he didn't notice it at all.

"What should I do! What should I do! Even if the people in the class don't know my relationship with Gao Jiajia, the police will sooner or later find me through the chat records! I am like this now...ahhhh!"

Wang Zi suddenly smashed his fist at the table and made a loud bang, easeing his inner anxiety through pain.

Since Ai Liang judged that Gao Jiajia died of murder in the morning, Wang Zi has begun to feel frightened.

Wang Zi kept comforting himself: "It's okay, it's okay. I used the rope in the broken house with glasses. If you want to doubt it, it's doubting him. As long as I destroy these gloves, there is no evidence to prove that I am the murderer!"

Wang Zi kept hypnotizing himself and amplifying the luck in his heart, but the fear of being arrested by the police was shrouded in his heart like a cloud.

Strong anxiety and rapid heartbeat made him retching from morning to now, and no matter what he used, he could not relax himself.

In the end, he gave up the idea of ​​surrendering himself and looked at the gloves on the table with a crazy face.

"By the way! There are novels! You can't stay!"

Wang Zi used his trembling hands to pull out a stack of A4 paper from the drawer, picked up the white cotton gloves and ran to the living room, took a lighter his father usually used to smoke and jumped into the bathroom from the living room shelf.

Wang Zi lights the paper with a lighter and then uses the toilet to flush the paper ash into the sewer.

With the sound of flushing, his heart suddenly calmed down strangely, which made him even more determined to destroy evidence.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

No matter how Wang Zi touched the water supply button, the water tank did not get water again.

Wang Zi turned on the faucet roughly, but there was still no water. The anxiety surged into Wang Zi's heart again. His breathing began to become rapid, and he was panting like a bull with lung disease.

Wang Zi ran out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen. The faucet was not water. He turned on the water purifier, but there was still no water.

"Huha, Huha, Huha."

Wang Zi stood in the living room blankly, his eyes covered with bloodshots, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

The invasion of fear was like a storm. His heart began to be beating violently again, and he began to restlessness again. He wanted to roar hard, but he was worried about attracting the attention of his neighbors.

This depressing atmosphere made his mood even more collapsed, as if a group of ferocious mice were biting wildly, eating his soul.

He pinched the lighter and threw it to the floor, and his feet stomped on it wildly.

At this time, his face turned red and his eyes were split. The saliva and saliva at the corner of his mouth were shaking unscrupulously. It was not until an impatient roar came downstairs that he pulled his spirit back to reality.

Wang Zi stopped and he stepped on the metal cover of the lighter under his feet, but fortunately the lighter can still be used.

His heartbeat began to calm down, as if the vent just now had vented all his anxiety and fear, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

Back in the bathroom, he pressed the lighter to light the remaining paper, and smiled at the burning A4 paper, but he stopped when there were still the last few left.

These pages only tell the story of the hero's future life and the previous ones. In the end, he folded these pages to keep them as a souvenir.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and his hands shivered and dropped the sparks on his slippers.

After rushing to put out the sparks with the remaining water from the nozzle tube, he tiptoed to the living room and looked out the door along the cat's eyes.

There was not a policeman outside the door but a middle-aged man wearing a vest. Wang Zi recognized him, and he was a resident downstairs.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Wang Zi opened a crack in the door and poked his head out.

"What's your family doing? Is it annoying to be hot? Is it annoying to be hot?"

The middle-aged man stared at him with a bad expression, his tone was filled with impatientness, and he shrugged his nose: "Why does it still have a stinking smell?"

"Sorry, a cockroach appeared in the house just now and was busy beating the cockroaches. It was a bit loud."

Wang Zi reluctantly smiled apologetically, but a murderous intent rose in his heart.

Even he was shocked by this murderous intent and quickly bit his tongue to disperse.

"Hit cockroaches? Beating people is not as big as you! Remember to pay attention next time, otherwise I will go to the property management to complain to your house!"

The middle-aged man only went upstairs to warn him because the weather was too hot. Seeing that he was in a good attitude, he was too lazy to continue to get entangled.

"I'm sorry, there won't be a next time."

Wang Zi watched the departing middle-aged man slam the door and slowly sat down on the ground with his back against the security door. The back of his shirt was wet with cold sweat.

After sitting on the ground for a while, Wang Zi returned to the bathroom after his legs recovered.

The paper was processed but the gloves were not yet available. Both gloves fell to the ground and were wet with water. He tore a garbage bag and put the gloves in.

Surveillance everywhere during the day will definitely leave traces, so he plans to go out at night to get rid of his gloves.

Little did he know that all his actions and thoughts were seen by Ai Liang.

Hundreds of meters away.

Ai Liang, who was sitting on the chair, was a little confused. How did Wang Zi think of wearing gloves to commit crimes and plagiarizing glasses?

According to the psychological activities just now, he is more likely to kill people impulsively.

Unexpectedly, Ai Liang decided to spy on Wang Zi's memory. He was worried that everything Wang Zi did was instigated by some people.

The outcome of the matter was unexpected.

These techniques were learned from the A4 paper he had just burned, and a novel was printed on the stack of A4 papers.

The owner of the story has a very similar personality to Wang Zi. He is introverted and has no friends who are alone in the class. Because his mother is a teacher, he has very strict requirements for learning, even to the point of depression.

My father accidentally made a fortune and started a business that was not big or small, which was simply a biography of Wang Zi himself.

This stack mainly tells the story of the protagonist's life in junior high school: the protagonist was an inconspicuous member of the class. When he saved the beauty, he met the class beauty. The relationship between the two quickly heated up after an incident. This relationship was not announced in the class. On the surface, they were both strangers, but on weekends they would occasionally go out for a walk together.

Whenever people around him praise the class beauty, the protagonist will laugh secretly, feeling proud that he is the closest to her.

This relationship lasted for nearly two years. Just when the protagonist was planning to confess to the class beauty during the graduation season, he heard a news that shocked him. The class beauty planned to confess to a boy in the next class.

The unacceptable protagonist asked the class beauty out to ask if the rumors were true, and she gave a positive answer.

It turned out that she did not treat the protagonist as her love partner from beginning to end, which made the protagonist feel betrayed.

He tolerate class beauties playing with other boys and tolerate her having an ambiguous relationship because he knew he was closest to her, but all this was just the delusion of adolescent teenager, and the reality was cruel.

One night, the protagonist used a note to make the class flower come out, and then strangled and blamed the scavenger who came to the school to collect waste and escaped the legal sanctions.

The story has no ending. It is written that the scavenger is sentenced to the sentence, and the protagonist starts a new life and ends. Perhaps the author has not finished writing it yet.

This novel was discovered by Wang Zi on a stone table in the community in two years. Because the author's writing skills are too profound, the plot rendering is very well-established, and his similarity with the protagonist, he has never been willing to throw it away.

After reading the novel, he also rescued the harassed Gao Jiajia from an old man who picked up rags.

During that time, Wang Zi even used this stack of A4 paper as the golden finger in online novels. Not only did he wrap it in a cover, but he also gave it the name of a book of prophecy, and searched for the remaining stories wildly.

Later, Wang Zi's mind gradually matured and he advanced to the third grade of junior high school before he gradually calmed down.

Just like the protagonist in the book, he enjoys having a common secret with Gao Jiajia and firmly believes that he will not repeat the same mistakes as the protagonist.

Because the red rope tied with his left hand was a gift from Gao Jiajia, he didn't take it off even after it was furrowed. He was different from the dog-licking protagonist.

A person's arrogance makes people unable to recognize themselves, but in fact, he is no different from the protagonist.

Wang Zi recalled the plot in the novel, recalled the sincere emotions of the protagonist in the story and put them on himself, and recalled the little things he and Gao Jiajia had experienced before, and jealousy and anger rushed his mind.

He disguised Gao Jiajia as suicide according to the method introduced in the novel. Even if he found out that it was not suicide, he could blame the crime on the lens.

It is precisely with these two insurances that he can do such a crazy thing with confidence.
To be continued...