When Xia Che noticed the mosquito's practiced movements, as if it had done them a thousand times, his eyes lit up. Things he couldn't understand before suddenly became clear.
So that's how it is...
That's why mosquitoes can do it without leaving any trace.
This person...
That's really ruthless.
Xia Che felt a lingering fear.
Everyone knows that rubbing away fingerprints can prevent the leaving of evidence, but only a few criminals would do this because they have to rub their fingerprints with cigarette butts every day... This kind of pain is too unbearable.
Not to mention coming here every day.
Those who can persevere are truly formidable.
"You guessed right. Sometimes I really feel like you can read my mind. Even though it's been so long, no law enforcement officer has ever actually found me, but you always seem to be able to find my weaknesses. Are you my destined nemesis? Interesting..."
The mosquito stroked its chin, pondering.
But since Xia Che had already guessed it, he simply stopped hiding it and stretched out his hand to show Xia Che.
On both palms, where fingerprints should have been, the skin had been worn away to a white, dead skin. Not to mention fingerprints, even touching anything probably wouldn't leave a trace of sweat.
"Go on."
Xia Che was alarmed by the mosquito's ruthlessness, but felt that the other party had laid enough groundwork, and what was about to be said was probably what he was truly interested in.
"You might not believe it, but this exception happened because of my good intentions, out of genuine kindness... Yes, when I was bad, I left no trace, but when I was kind, it led to my utter ruin."
Mosquito pursed his lips, bringing up the old story again. Even he felt the impermanence of life, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.
"Say something useful, don't try to glorify yourself."
Xia Che rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Even at a time like this, you're still trying to claim you were kind this once?
You're kidding me...
"It's true."
Mosquito paused, then looked at Xia Che seriously and said, "Do you know how evil people can be? Especially when it's a... minor."
"Minors? Aren't they just a bunch of kids? How bad can they be?"
Xia Che realized something and frowned, saying, "You wouldn't be trying to downplay your crime, would you? I'm warning you, you killed the person. Even if your previous cases didn't involve any deaths, now that they have, I can't decide the specific sentence, but it definitely won't be lenient. So don't try to lie to me to reduce your crime; that won't work."
Xia Che hadn't inquired about how mosquitoes should be judged.
He doesn't understand the law, so what should be the sentence, how long should it be, should he be executed...?
These things are too complicated. Xia Che is actually quite lazy, and he doesn't want to think about them.
All that's needed is to confirm that the mosquito is the real culprit, and then leave everything to the Jiang City Police Department and Xiao Yihan; how to handle it is none of his business.
"Do you think I'm that stupid? You underestimate me. Since I've decided to be honest with you, I'll accept whatever punishment I get. I can't bring myself to beg for mercy and live a life of ignominy."
The mosquito sneered and then said indifferently, "Also... don't underestimate the evil of someone just because they are young. The idea that human nature is inherently evil is Xunzi's view. You should know that better than I do. A person's good or evil cannot be determined by age. Age doesn't mean anything."
"Do you know why I killed Feng Yang? Because I witnessed his crimes during an after-dinner walk."
“He used a classmate with intellectual disabilities as a tool to vent his anger. Although the classmate had intellectual disabilities, he was usually very well-behaved. Every day after school, he would go home to help his grandmother, who had difficulty walking, sell vegetables, collect bottles, hand out flyers, and do part-time jobs to supplement the family income. Whenever he had free time, he would help his grandmother with housework. Apart from having poor grades and a little mental problems, wasn’t such a child a good child?”
"No... Even if he has poor grades and intellectual disabilities, those shouldn't be considered his flaws. He's a good kid."
Mosquito let out a deep breath and brought up the old matter again. Even though so much time had passed, Mosquito still felt an uncontrollable anger when he brought it up again. He slowly closed his eyes: "But Feng Yang often caused him trouble. That bastard is not as good as Feng Tianming and his wife described at all. There are many key things that they have concealed. He is a beast in human skin, a complete bastard."
“Bullying classmates, harassing female classmates, beating teachers... what bad things hasn’t he done? That good kid who helps his grandma sell vegetables, just because he’s a little slow, he’s used as a punching bag all the time. This guy’s intelligence when it comes to doing bad things is comparable to mine. He doesn’t hit the face, he only hits those parts that you can’t see unless you lift up his clothes. It hurts, and you get hurt, but you can’t see it.”
“The child’s family is very poor, and his only relative is his grandmother. His grandmother’s vegetable stall is the source of their family’s income, which is enough to support them, but besides food and clothing, that little income can’t do anything else. Although the child is a little slow, he is very sensible, so he has never told his grandmother, because he knows that if he goes to the hospital, the rice grains in the already bland porridge his grandmother drinks every day will be even less.”
"But the long-term tolerance only led to more and more outrageous behavior from Feng Yang. The worst time was when he beat the boy in front of the whole class until he vomited blood. It was estimated that his lungs and internal organs were damaged. The boy was weak for a whole month before he recovered."
As the mosquito spoke, he lit another cigarette, and as the smoke rose, his eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "You thought... this was the end of it?"
"Although Feng Yang's actions were excessive, they still fall under the category of school bullying. There are many other ways to save that child. If it ends here, I will not kill him."
"But... he did something that I couldn't stand. Actually, it's not just me; if it were you, you wouldn't be able to stand it either."
Mosquito's words instantly plunged Xia Che's heart to the bottom. To be honest, based on the above alone, Feng Yang's actions had already enraged Xia Che. If he really didn't want to speak up for a prisoner, Xia Che would have already cursed him out.
What did he do?
For no apparent reason, Xia Che felt a sense of foreboding.
Even more serious than school bullying...
What could it be?
"Feng Yang killed that child."
Mosquito's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, and the cigarette in his mouth was also shaking slightly. He desperately inhaled nicotine, trying to use it to suppress the anger in his heart.
“He killed that kind child, that poor child… His grandmother will never see him come home again.”
The mosquito spoke slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth.
His expression was terrifyingly ferocious.
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