Chapter 90 Death is a twisted form of revenge

night.

The two sat in front of a steaming hot pot, the broth inside bubbling away.

Xiao Wang picked up a slice of beef, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth. Then he picked up his glass, took a sip, and groaned contentedly, "Hot pot and ice-cold beer, this is life!"

"I wonder how envious the ancient emperors would be if they knew we could eat hot pot." After saying that, he filled his own bottle, but then noticed that Xu Zhi was still stirring the bean curd sheets in his bowl without touching any of the vegetables. He couldn't help but ask, "Still thinking about your superpower?"

"I don't know why, but I always feel like I've forgotten something important." Xu Zhi put down his chopsticks.

Xiao Wang picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, saying indistinctly, "Maybe you've been under too much pressure lately. I suggest you take a good rest, and maybe you'll remember everything."

"There's something I need your help with," Xu Zhi said calmly, looking at him.

"What is it?" Xiao Wang asked instinctively.

"I want to re-interrogate Bai Xiao."

Xiao Wang paused, then continued swallowing large chunks of food: "You should talk to Director Yuan about this. I'm just a nobody; I can't approve the documents, and I don't have the authority."

"I just want to ask for your opinion on how to get Director Yuan's approval," Xu Zhi said.

Xiao Wang casually grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth: "I think you should at least find solid evidence or catch the real culprit, otherwise this will be difficult to handle."

"I'm confident I can catch the murderer," Xu Zhi said.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wang frowned deeply: "How do we catch them?"

"He will commit crimes again."

How did you know?

"The essence of addiction is the pursuit of ultimate pleasure. I'm sure the murderer can't stand loneliness." Xu Zhi put a slice of beef into the boiling soup, which immediately made a "sizzling" sound. The slice of meat danced in the soup and gradually became as bright as blood.

He slowly scooped out the slices of meat, put them in his mouth, and gently bit down. The tender meat melted on his tongue, and the spicy broth instantly filled his entire mouth.

He closed his eyes, chewed slowly, and savored the stimulating heat.

This extreme pleasure is precisely what he understands as the essence of "addiction".

The murderer, precisely because of this pursuit, was unable to stop himself.

And he will definitely catch the murderer.

Xu Zhi opened his eyes, only to find that Xiao Wang was staring at his chopsticks.

"What's wrong?" Xu Zhi asked, puzzled.

Xiao Wang asked somewhat strangely, "When did you switch to using your left hand?"

Xu Zhi was stunned for a moment, looked down at his chopsticks, and then realized that he had used his left hand to pick up the food.

Yes, when did he switch to using his left hand?

…

Two o'clock in the morning.

Xiao Wang was very drunk.

Xu Zhi watched as his girlfriend, cursing and swearing, dragged him back into the taxi.

The car door slammed shut, and the taillights disappeared into the distance.

The city fell silent again.

It was as quiet as a recently deceased corpse.

Xu Zhi stood alone by the traffic light.

A cool night breeze stirred the hem of his clothes.

Just then, a low bark broke the silence of the night.

Xu Zhi turned his head and saw a stray dog ​​barking wildly at him. It looked like an antelope that had accidentally wandered into the predator's territory, sensing danger but not knowing where it was coming from, and could only pace frantically in place.

Xu Zhi looked at it quietly.

One second.

Two seconds.

The stray dog ​​immediately tucked its tail between its legs, lowered its head, and ran away quickly.

Just then, a taxi stopped right next to him.

"Shall we go, teacher?"

Xu Zhi slowly withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the driver, and smiled: "Let's go."

After getting into the car, Xu Zhi felt a little sleepy.

He closed his eyes, leaned back in the passenger seat, and immersed himself in his own world, undisturbed.

But things didn't go as planned.

The driver was very talkative. From the moment he got in the car, he kept talking to himself, like a mosquito buzzing in his ear. If someone overtook him, he would curse loudly.

Xu Zhi frowned, but said nothing.

What devastated him even more was...

Another person got on halfway through.

A woman holding a baby in her arms.

The car had barely started moving when the baby in the woman's arms woke up and began to cry.

Xu Zhi's facial muscles twitched slightly. He was already upset about the case, and the children's noise made it even more unbearable for him.

"Driver, stop the car," Xu Zhi suddenly said.

The driver was somewhat surprised, but still stepped on the brakes.

Xu Zhi opened the car door and hurriedly got out.

After getting out of the car, his face was gloomy, and he was in a very bad mood.

So much so that when he saw a stray cat on the roadside, he wanted to grab it and strangle it.

Back when he was in police academy, whenever he felt depressed, he would run to distract himself.

After running, all bad moods will disappear.

Later, Xu Zhi gradually developed a liking for running.

It has become a habit to this day.

The streetlights cast a hazy, indistinct glow over the surroundings, making the space feel empty and desolate.

Xu Zhi, panting heavily, ran along the tree-lined path, constantly increasing his speed, trying to suppress this hysterical frenzy, but it seemed as if a voice inside his body kept urging him on.

Not enough, not enough, still not enough.

He needs a satisfying massacre.

Just like that day when I grabbed that person by the neck.

As he was running, he suddenly stopped and stared blankly into a certain direction.

A little girl was sitting on a park bench at night.

The girl was wearing a pink t-shirt with a wrinkled and deformed neckline, which looked like it had been washed many times. She was wearing a pair of worn-out sneakers and her hair was tied in a ponytail.

Perfect prey!

A rebellious girl who ran away from home.

Xu Zhi squinted at her, his eyes expressionless, but a strong sense of excitement welled up inside him.

He wondered if, if she died, her parents would regret their harsh words when they saw her body.

For her.

Isn't death a twisted form of revenge?

She must be looking forward to it too.