"Brother, could I have a cigarette?"

Wang Jun sat huddled on the cold, icy interrogation chair, his hands tightly bound by heavy, sturdy handcuffs, unable to move.

At this moment, the wound on his leg was still burning with pain, and the excruciating pain made his face turn as pale as paper, completely devoid of color.

Now that things had come to this, he knew very well that he had reached a dead end and there was no possibility of resistance or escape.

However, it was precisely this desperate situation that relieved him of a great burden. The pressure in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he felt inexplicably relaxed.

The interrogator looked expressionlessly at the disheveled Wang Jun, without deliberately making things difficult for him. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and slowly offered it to him.

Then, he picked up his lighter and, with a "click," personally lit Wang Jun's cigarette.

Wang Jun eagerly put the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep drag. The smoke went down his throat into his lungs, and the stimulating sensation made him involuntarily squint his eyes, savoring the momentary pleasure with a look of ecstasy.

Then, he opened his mouth and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, as if to release all his worries and fears along with the smoke.

“Wang Jun, tell me! How exactly did you kill someone and then flee to avoid punishment? Your mother has confessed everything to us. Even if you grit your teeth and refuse to tell the truth, you can't escape the punishment of the law. There's no need to make things difficult for yourself, don't you think?”

In the suffocatingly quiet interrogation room, the interrogator's deep, serious voice boomed like thunder, echoing endlessly.

"This is your last chance. There's a world of difference between voluntarily confessing your crimes and being forced to admit them. You can't be that naive, can you?"

The interrogators stared intently at Wang Jun, not missing a single subtle change in his expression.

At this moment, Wang Jun's hands were still tightly handcuffed to the interrogation chair, preventing him from moving freely.

He could only awkwardly hold the half-burnt cigarette in his mouth, the acrid smoke rising continuously, choking him so much that he had to close one eye tightly.

Upon hearing the interrogator's words, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a bitter smile.

"Hmm... an opportunity?"

He slowly tilted his head back, exhaled a deep breath, and tightly held the last few cigarette butts between his lips.

The short cigarette butt trembled slightly at the corner of his mouth, as if it might fall at any moment, but he held it stubbornly in his mouth, as if it were the only thing left in his life that he could grasp.

His eyes were empty and lost as he muttered to himself.

“That’s right, Old Man Wang, Wang Shen, Wang Guoying… I killed them all. If I had another chance, I would definitely kill even more people. It’s just a pity that I was still too young.”

The interrogator sitting opposite him slammed his fist on the table and roared furiously.

"Wang Jun! You've killed so many people, and you still show no remorse. Do you still intend to continue committing atrocities? Do you have even the slightest bit of humanity left?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jun seemed to suddenly come to his senses, gave a cold laugh, and said...

"Human nature? Ha, you're right, I do loathe human nature. But sadly, even so, I still can't completely get rid of it."

As he spoke, he seemed to recall some painful memory, a look of regret appearing on his face, and he gently shook his head.

The interrogator stared wide-eyed at the cold-blooded criminal before him in disbelief and demanded an answer.

"You? How dare you boast that you can't let go of your humanity? Do you even know the enormity of the crimes you've committed?"

Wang Jun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, followed by a piercing sneer.

"Hmph! If I didn't have even a shred of humanity, why would I risk going home just to deliver money to my old mother? If it weren't for that, do you think you could have captured me so easily? In the end, it's just that I'm not ruthless enough!"

Upon hearing this, the interrogator sitting opposite him was speechless and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Because what Wang Jun said did make some sense. If he had been more hard-hearted and hadn't chosen to go home to deliver the money, he might not have been caught in the house by Hu Haidong and his gang so coincidentally.

To some extent, he still retained a shred of humanity, knowing in his heart that he had an elderly mother to care for and be filial to.

"That's enough, these things are irrelevant now! Just ask me whatever you want. I will answer all your questions honestly and without holding anything back. However, I have only one small request: I hope you can give me a clean and quick resolution in the end, so that I can suffer less."

Since then, the subsequent interrogation process has gone much more smoothly than expected.

No matter what questions the interrogators asked, Wang Jun answered them all without reservation, showing remarkable cooperation.

There was absolutely no intention to hide or deny it.

The entire interrogation process was long and tense. As time went on, the interrogators gradually pieced together a poignant past from Wang Jun's words.

It turns out that when Wang Jun was young, his father was still alive, and although his family was not wealthy, it was full of warmth and peace.

At that time, Wang Jun was like a shining pearl, radiating the light of innocence and good manners.

He displayed extraordinary intelligence from a young age, and his eloquent tongue always managed to charm adults.

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