Chapter 215 The Trial "Knock knock knock..." With a hint of...
"Knock knock knock..." A somewhat muffled knocking sound rang out.
Mingyue remained seated, staring intently at the closed door.
An Wen, Uncle You, and Ling Li, who were outside the door, exchanged glances and made a few hand gestures.
Uncle You and Ling Li nodded in tacit agreement, hiding themselves on either side.
After knocking on the door a few times and receiving no response, An Wen remained silent for a moment.
She took a few steps back, then quickly stepped forward and kicked the door open.
An Wen, who was holding a gun with both hands, was stunned when he saw the scene inside the room.
She had expected to see a desperate resistance or feigning ignorance, but she never imagined that she would see a beautifully dressed young girl sitting there waiting for her.
“Writer Mingyue?” An Wen, holding a gun, cautiously stepped forward.
Uncle You and Ling Li heard the commotion and hurriedly came in to check.
They were somewhat surprised when they saw the scene in the room.
Mingyue straightened her skirt with her hand before looking up at them and smiling, she said, "Yes, it's me."
"Do you know why we're looking for you?" An Wen looked around and found that there was nothing else besides basic furniture, which made him relax for a moment.
Mingyue nodded slightly: "Yes, I also committed the recent murder."
An Wen's sharp gaze pierced her: "Why?"
Mingyue didn't say anything, but sighed softly, looked behind them, and after a while said, "Are you sure you want to stop here?"
After An Wen nodded to Uncle You, he instructed Uncle You to handcuff Mingyue.
Looking at the silver handcuffs on her wrists, Mingyue couldn't help but tease, "You should get pink ones, I like pink."
An Wen couldn't help but roll her eyes at her, but didn't say anything. She and Uncle You led her downstairs.
She also contacted Maomao and the others, asking them to immediately call it a day.
Thankfully, they arrived in an SUV, which was enough for them to take Mingyue back to the police station.
I entered the police station and sat in the interrogation chair.
The wide Lolita skirt of the bright moon filled the chair completely, and the petticoat made the skirt flare out in an arc.
She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at An Wen: "Could you please adjust my petticoat? It's a bit indecent like this."
Anwen glanced at her skirt and gestured to the red rabbit beside her.
Red Rabbit, somewhat impatient, stepped forward and readjusted her position before sitting back down at the interrogation table.
"Name."
"For months."
"age."
Thirty years old.
"Profession."
"Online novel author".
"Tell me, why did you kill those people? Where is the murder weapon? Where are the dismembered remains of the bodies that were dug up?" Red Rabbit recorded on the interrogation form.
“Since you’ve chosen not to resist, you should tell the truth.” An Wen looked at Mingyue coldly and said, “I don’t think you’d hide anything, would you?”
Mingyue slowly shook her head: "Give me a cup of hot water."
She held the paper cup with both hands, her fingertips tracing the inside of the cup. After a long while, she slowly said, "Where should I begin? Let's start from... thirty years ago."
Lianjia Village was originally a village with simple and honest folk customs. Although it was like the surrounding villages, it favored sons over daughters, but it never thought about buying wives.
Until thirty years ago, a woman who married into the village suddenly brought three women from outside and sold them to the villagers.
At the time, everyone was quite scared, worried that the fortune teller would find out about this.
But as the years passed, and all three women had children, and everything was still peaceful, people's hearts began to turn towards selfishness and depravity.
“After that, almost every year one or two women would be brought to the village.”
"Aren't they going to run away?" Anwen tapped his pen on the table.
Mingyue shook her head: "I won't run."
She suddenly changed her mind and said, "No, someone ran away."
"Who?" Anwen's intuition told her that this person was the key.
Mingyue sighed: "I don't know her name. She came to Lianjia Village twenty-five years ago."
In Mingyue's memory, that woman was very beautiful, a beauty she had never seen in Lianjia Village.
She had fair, jade-like skin, slender, delicate hands, jet-black curly hair, and a pair of deep, lake-like eyes.
The woman's smile was like a flower suddenly blooming in winter—a miracle that was enough to amaze the world but shouldn't have appeared in that kind of place.
"I remember, it was the village chief's family that bought her. That was a price that no one in Lianjia Village could ever surpass until the village was destroyed."
"Unlike other women, she was always looking for a chance to escape, but every time... every time she was caught."
"Until... in the fifteenth year of Qinghe, a family of three came to the village."
Mingyue cupped the hot water in her hands and took a small sip: "She calls those people Mom and Dad."
"It's a pity...they're dead."
An Wen watched as her normally straight back suddenly bent over, as if some unknown weight had suddenly descended upon her back, pressing down on her so that she dared not and could not straighten up.
“They are all guilty…” Mingyue’s voice was filled with murderous intent.
"If it weren't for them, she would have run away long ago. Such a good person, as bright as the moon..."
"Who are they?" An Wen suddenly sat up straight, staring intently at Mingyue. "The people you killed?"
“Xu Yi, when the moon first escaped, she went to the village chief’s house to inform on him. The village chief broke her left leg, so I pulled out her teeth and tongue. Informers don’t deserve these.”
Mingyue bent over, as if lying on an interrogation chair, but her head was held high, with a strange smile on her face and her eyes filled with icy indifference.
“Zhang Huan, she’s the worst person. She clearly had her eye on the eldest son of the village chief, but he didn’t like her. Yet she resented Yue Liang for marrying the eldest son, so she stole Yue Liang’s clothes and put them among the men. From that day on, Yue Liang was dragged down from the sky.”
"Those hands that steal, that filthy heart, are best suited to be crushed into dung and kept company with maggots."
“Lian Xiao…” Mingyue chuckled twice, as if she had thought of something funny, “He’s just a good-for-nothing, a coward.”
"He clearly saw Zhang Huan's actions, clearly saw Yue Liang's plea for help when she was surrounded by men, yet he still crushed Yue Liang's last hope because of his cowardly heart."
Mingyue didn't continue speaking; she seemed to be lost in some sad memories.
The more he was pressed down, the more bent his back became, until his body was almost completely pressed against the table of the interrogation chair.
An Wen waited for a long time without hearing her follow-up, and couldn't help but ask, "Where are Chen Gu and Mao Yan?"
Mingyue seemed to have forgotten about the two people, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.
Anwen tapped the table a few times, signaling Hongtu to hand her the photos of the two of them.
Mingyue ran her fingertips across the photograph a few times before saying, "Chen Gu is that woman's descendant, and Mao Yan is the village chief's descendant..."
"They loved each other so much, just like that woman who later fell in love with the village chief. For the sake of her love and her lover's status, she kept bringing women from outside..."
"Since you love each other so much, wouldn't it be interesting to watch each other slowly bleed to death?" Mingyue smiled, a smirk playing on her lips.
Her laughter was so manic that it gave An Wen and the other person a chill.
An Wen tapped the table a few times: "You can't do this by yourself. Tell me, who did it for you?"
Mingyue's smile suddenly vanished. She struggled to sit up, staring coldly at Anwen. After a long while, a hint of madness crept onto her indifferent face.
Her lips were stretched to the extreme: "God, God is helping me."
An Wen took a deep breath and couldn't help but whisper, "Stop pretending to be crazy!"
Mingyue, however, did not care and straightened her waist little by little until it was as straight and elegant as it had been at the beginning.
"This is the first dress I've ever bought with my own money," she said softly, glancing at her gorgeous skirt.
Just as An Wen was about to reprimand her and tell her to explain as soon as possible, she continued speaking.
"My first dress was a gift from the village chief when I was five years old. Guess why he gave me a dress?" Mingyue asked with a mocking smile.
"My second dress was a gift from the village chief's son when I was seven years old."
"The third one was given to me by the moon twenty years ago."
Mingyue suddenly fell silent for a moment, and when she spoke, her voice was choked with sobs: "That was the dress she wore into the village."
"God, help me judge Lianjia Village. The villagers are all sinners, so they died."
"Now, I help God complete the final judgment and send the sinners who deserve to die to hell."
"Was it your god who caused the massacre of the village twenty years ago?" An Wen's oppressive gaze fell on Mingyue.
"Who is God? What did he make you do? Are there subordinates besides you? Are you an organization or an individual?!" An Wen urgently threw the questions at the other party, hoping that under the pressure of pressing him, the other party would subconsciously answer.
But Mingyue ignored her questioning and silently looked up at the ceiling.
An Wen frowned and banged on the table a few times: "Lian Yue! Answer the question!"
“He has come…” Mingyue’s eyes filled with excitement, and she couldn’t help but murmur softly.
"What are you saying?" An Wen watched her mouth open and close, but couldn't hear what she was saying.
“He has come…” Mingyue’s voice rose a few decibels.
Anwen finally understood what she was saying.
"What did you say? Who's here?!"
“He’s here…” Sang Zhitao, who was still waiting for the results in the conference room, looked out at the torrential rain and said softly.
Suhe glanced at her with surprise, but said nothing.
The coffin-bearing cat trembled all over, letting out a threatening hiss from its throat.
Fu Guanshi frowned slightly, gently stroking the spirit cat, hoping to soothe it.
The sound of rain continued to reach their ears.
The sparrows were crashing into the window like madmen.
The windows now look like they're covered with a blood-red veil; when people look out through them, it's as if everything is shrouded in blood.
"Can you handle this?" Suhe glanced at Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao looked down at her small hands, then at her swaddled blanket, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at the other person.
Suhe realized what was happening when Suhe looked at her like that, and awkwardly touched the tip of her nose.
"What do we do now?" Suhe sighed softly.
Sang Zhitao looked at Fu Guanshi and then at her: "You go up."
"Us?" Su He was somewhat surprised. "I'm in a clerical position; I'm not good at physical combat."
As she spoke, she looked at the woman who was holding the coffin.
Fu Guanshi looked at her, then at Sang Zhitao, who was being held in Jinmai's arms, and slowly shook his head.
"How about... calling for reinforcements?" Suhe couldn't help but tentatively suggest.
Sang Zhitao looked at the torrential rain outside and slowly shook her head: "It's too late, he's here."
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