"I don't want to! I don't want to! I just want my mom! Mom, please come back!" The wind blowing against her crotch and her bottom felt cold, so she started crying again.

"My child! After I'm gone, you must be strong! Don't act like a child anymore, otherwise I won't be able to rest in peace even in the afterlife. Do you understand?"

Also, don't live with resentment. Don't regret what you've done. Let go of these pointless emotions and boldly move forward.

As the wind chilled his crotch and bottom, his mother finished speaking to him and smiled slightly again: "Mom's leaving. Take good care of yourself."

Hearing this, he reached out to grab her.

But the instant he reached out, a dark bronze door appeared behind his mother, who was described as having a cold, damp bottom. The door opened, and his mother vanished from his sight.

"mom!"

The wind blew, making my crotch and butt feel cold, and I grabbed nothing.

So he cried out for his mother in anguish.

The viewers in the live stream fell silent as they watched the content being broadcast.

Although the phone fell to the ground, the angle was good enough to capture the whole scene.

And for some unknown reason, the scene of him saying goodbye to his mother with the wind blowing on his crotch and his buttocks feeling cold was also witnessed by everyone.

After a moment of silence, the viewers in the live stream room...

Many people typed "[Condolences!]" on the screen.

After finishing.

Some emotionally charged individuals started furiously typing: "I'm so heartbroken! That mother who said 'the wind blows on her crotch and her butt feels cold' was so kind! How could such a kind person be murdered? Heaven is so unfair."

[Yeah! I'm a grown man, and I was crying my eyes out. Damn it! The streamers are getting more and more ruthless. It's infuriating! I'm going to send the streamer a knife!]

[This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the streamer, right? If it weren't for the streamer, he probably would never forgive himself for the rest of his life, living in guilt. After all, he would believe he killed his mother. But with his mother's guidance, at least he can look forward.]

[Yes, yes, yes! I also think the streamer did the right thing! How can you blame the streamer? It wasn't the streamer who killed the mother whose crotch was cold from the wind, so please don't take it out on her, okay?]

The wind blew on my crotch and my butt felt cold, and I collapsed and cried for a long time.

The viewers in the live stream had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Tianle, on the other hand, was quietly drawing talismans.

Just then, the phone was picked up.

The person who picked up the phone was none other than the young policeman from before.

He was actually indoors the whole time.

He just didn't disturb the wind blowing against his crotch and making his butt feel cold.

He's cried enough now.

He then came forward, picked up the phone, walked over to the man whose crotch was cold from the wind, and handed him the phone: "Please accept my condolences! Let's go. I'll take you home first."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the location of the refrigerator.

He didn't mention the meat of his mother that was kept in the refrigerator, which was supposed to be cold and exposed to the wind, because the meat still needed to be tested by forensic doctor Qin. Only after the tests were completed could everything be determined.

Because much of it is still Zhang Tianle's subjective speculation.

Reality is a society that values ​​evidence.

Only with evidence can those lawless criminals be arrested.

He glanced regretfully at his phone, which he was clutching tightly as the wind chilled his crotch and buttocks.

He had previously thought that after finishing this case, he could buy talismans from Zhang Tianle for protection.

But now is clearly not a good opportunity.

He still had to take Fengchuikudangpipiliang home, but Fengchuikudangpipiliang had just experienced the pain of losing his mother, so there were some things he couldn't say in front of him.

Because that would seem very impolite.

The wind was blowing on his crotch and his buttocks, making them feel cold. He was helped by the young policeman and walked towards the door.

Before leaving, he glanced back at the refrigerator.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and left.

He knew he couldn't take his mother with him.

If he really took his mother away, then his mother would have died in vain.

If he couldn't kill that beast with his own hands, then he would watch that demon be sentenced to death no matter what!

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"In his case, he will at least be sentenced to life imprisonment and deprived of his political rights for life." The policeman seemed to know what he was thinking and sighed.

There are many demons who truly deserve to die, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they deserve to die ten or a hundred times.

However, the country's laws are lenient.

It is rare to sentence someone to death directly.

The wind blows, my crotch and buttocks feel cold; silence.

He just wanted to die.

“Sometimes, death is a relief,” the policeman said, patting him on the shoulder.

Spending the rest of your life in a dark, hopeless prison cell, deprived of freedom, is sometimes more terrifying than death.

Seeing that he remained silent, the policeman pointed to his phone, which was blowing in the wind and making his buttocks feel cold, and asked him, "You're still connected with the streamer on live stream. Is there anything you want the streamer to calculate?"

He needs to distract himself.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that the child would do something foolish.

The wind blew, making my crotch and butt feel cool, and my eyes lit up.

yes!

He even connected with the host online!

Why didn't he think to ask the anchor?

Thinking of this, he picked up his phone.

The wind chilled his crotch and his buttocks, and he stared at Zhang Tianle with expectant eyes: "Host, I want you to help me calculate when this beast will die!"

"Five years later," Zhang Tianle said calmly, "he will die from stomach cancer. And starting tomorrow, every day he spends in prison will be tormented by his own mind. He will see those who died at his hands, who will chase after him every day, questioning him and driving him crazy. His life will be worse than death."

Hearing Zhang Tianle's words, a smile finally appeared on Feng Chui's face.

This seemed better than killing him outright: "That's good! That's good! As long as he's not doing well, I'm at ease."

"Do you have any other questions?" Zhang Tianle looked at him. "If not, I'll connect with the other users."

The wind blew, making his crotch feel cold, and he shook his head at Zhang Tianle: "No, thank you for helping me find my mother."

Although her mother died tragically, at least she wasn't turned into a mooncake and eaten by someone else.

This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

If it weren't for the streamer this time, he dared not think further about what the consequences might be.

Zhang Tianle nodded and hung up the live stream with the guy who was following the trend of blowing on his crotch and feeling cold on his butt.

After ending the live stream with him, Zhang Tianle glanced at the backstage and said, "Now, please welcome the next friend, Yan Yu Yi Rou Qing, to join the live stream."

As Zhang Tianle said this, the live stream suddenly became lively: "Host, wait! We still have questions for you! We just want to ask, were those mooncakes filled with human flesh made by that devil really eaten in the end? And who ate them?"

Zhang Tianle glanced at the comment: "You guys don't want to know the real answer."

Knowing too much might actually make it harder to eat mooncakes.

Look, so that his friends could have a good Mid-Autumn Festival, he didn't tell them that terrible answer. How kind he is.