The source of Xu Yao's pain was the culprit who had been hiding behind the scenes.

Mo Xiaoqing knew who the culprit was, and she just needed a chance to tell others about the information she knew.

According to the culprit's original words, if Mo Xiaoqing leaked a word, she would be immediately beheaded on the spot, bleeding profusely, and die very ugly.

Mo Xiaoqing watched Xu Yao take a deep breath and slowly rummaged in his pockets.

She knew Xu Yao best, and she tried to walk to the coffee table next to her, open the drawer, and take out a box of cigarettes from it and hand it to Xu Yao.

At this moment, Xu Yao needed tobacco, needed it to calm his emotions, and needed the liquid to cover up the familiar things in front of him.

"Captain Xu, I won't stop you from smoking today." Mo Xiaoqing said as she found a lighter to light a cigarette for Xu Yao.

Seeing Xu Yao so decadent, Mo Xiaoqing made a new decision that she should do something.

She has always felt that she is not a competent police officer, and he has been a burden from beginning to end.

And such a burden has never been rejected by the police officers around her from beginning to end. Instead, they corrected her mistakes step by step and helped her grow.

But she has been reckless and disobeyed orders, making mistakes again and again.

If mistakes can be made and are realized, does it mean that you should correct the mistakes you made in the past?

Mo Xiaoqing once again pondered a question in her heart: Is she afraid of death?

In fact, Mo Xiaoqing had thought about this question a long time ago, because as long as she is engaged in the police profession, she must face the issue of life and death.

Some people say that life is like a feather.

In Mo Xiaoqing's worldview, if she can make a little contribution, she will feel that her death is worthy. In

the glass house where He Shenming was killed, the police did not raise any traces of any value, including fingerprints and footprints, which were carefully erased after the murderer committed the crime.

And this area is also a run-down building that has been abandoned for a long time, so there is no surveillance to capture any clues.

There is no confession, no evidence.

A further autopsy was conducted on He Shenming's body, and no signs of poisoning were found.

All clues indicate that it was He Shenming who shot himself in the head with a pistol.

The only conclusion that the forensic doctor could give was that He Shenming died of suicide.

But this result is obviously contrary to the facts. In any case, He Shenming would not run to the glass house to shoot himself.

There is only one possibility. Even if he shot himself, there must be an inducement that prompted him to do so.

So what exactly is this inducement? So far, the police still have no clue.

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At 3:30 in the evening, Li Tianfeng finally turned off the computer, slowly stood up and stretched his muscles.

He stood up and staggered down the attic, with blurred vision and a dim room. For him, time seems to have become something that is dispensable.

The interior of the "Encounter Time" coffee shop is pitch black, and the thick velvet curtains on the windowsills keep the sunlight and noisy people out of the door, while outside the coffee shop is a bustling street.

This coffee shop is like a secluded space isolated from the world, silent and dark, with only repetitive despair and expectation.

Li Tianfeng took out a thin cigarette from his pocket, lit the lighter elegantly, took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the wooden floor of the shop, walking back and forth.

He also walked to the side and turned on an old-fashioned video recorder, and the slow piano music inside filled the whole room.

Li Tianfeng danced to the music. He had slowly adapted to the dimness here. Everything in the ups and downs emerged from the shadows, like strange things struggling out of ink, with constantly tearing liquid.

He didn't want to talk, didn't want to think, just listened to the beautiful music quietly and attentively.

At this moment, his mood was extremely calm, he had never been so calm before.

In fact, it has been almost five years since he first discussed this store. And the attic above this coffee shop is full of information, and the walls are covered with various pictures and information of the data he uses for analysis.

It seems that all this is worth it, because he has seen the dawn. For so many years, he has been preparing for all of this and is about to slowly start closing the net.

When everything was about to come, Li Tianfeng did not feel excited, but became unusually calm.

He was able to implement his plan so seamlessly, all thanks to his meticulous arrangements. He

quietly changed his identity and had plastic surgery in the United States, got someone else's ID card, and sneaked into China, changing his name to a very resounding one - Doctor of Psychology.

Although his identity was borrowed, this Doctor of Psychology is indeed worthy of the name.

After his efforts, he was finally successfully hired as a psychological counselor for the Criminal Police Team of Kuala Kangsar City.

In this way, he also had the opportunity to create accidental encounters, allowing him to slowly delve into Xu Yao's life.

All of this seemed so accidental, but in fact, he was silently arranging it behind the scenes.

As a psychological counselor in the criminal police team, his days were really too free, so most of the time, he would always start searching for the information of those staff members who had worked in the welfare home who had abused him.

Unexpectedly, although this matter seemed easy, it took him two or three years to really find out the whereabouts of the people who worked in the orphanage at that time.

He was indeed calculating, watching these people slowly die in the dark, did Li Tianfeng think about whether he felt regretful?

He began to recall the feeling when he took a hammer to kill his adoptive father for the first time in the United States.

He felt that he did not have any fear or regret, but more excitement, an excitement that came from the depths of his bones.

For the first time, he felt that he could control his own destiny with his own hands. He could even control the life and death of others.

Li Tianfeng came back to reality from his memories. He slowly stood up, impatiently put on the coffee shop clothes again, and walked to the back to slowly make coffee.

I have to admit that the coffee he made was indeed delicious. So this small shop has been doing well until now.

After Li Tianfeng finished making the coffee, he couldn't help but look at the decoration on his coffee table. It was actually a transparent glass bottle filled with various chocolates of various colors.

His smile became deeper and deeper. He began to stare at the chocolate in the glass bottle in a trance. He once regarded a piece of chocolate as a life-saving straw in his life.

But now this chocolate is like a poison in his eyes. It was because he ate this chocolate that the poison spread throughout his body and he was hopeless.

Li Tianfeng once again turned his gaze to the wooden airplane decoration he had hung on the roof of the coffee shop.

Finally, after waiting for so many years, everything was finally coming to an end

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