Chapter 106 Jinjiang Debut
Zheng Jun's anger instantly turned into confusion, and Lame Brother was also shocked: "Uncle, it wasn't you who did it, why are you here to make trouble? We are catching the murderer!"
Of course, Grandpa Sun, who had already lost consciousness, could not get up to answer. Bai Mian spoke for him, "Because he wanted to protect someone, someone who was very important to him."
The crowd was in an uproar. This was the first time they had seen someone take the blame for someone else since they had gathered around Bai Mian to tell fortunes. A middle-aged man in the crowd tried to sneak away, but Bai Mian stopped him in time: "Stop! Sun Shaohua, your father is already like this, are you going to leave him and go?"
The uncle's legs softened instantly when Bai Mian called him. He stood there anxiously. For a moment, everyone looked at him with contempt. Zheng Jun also understood:
"So it's you. You're the one behind both Dark Night Messenger and Bitter Sea Sailing! It was you who instigated my son to commit suicide, and you even let your 70-year-old father take the blame. You coward, take my punch!"
As he said that, Zheng Jun jumped directly in front of Sun Shaohua and knocked him to the ground with one punch. Although Sun Shaohua looked tall and strong, he did not dare to fight back against Zheng Jun at all. He could only lie on the ground holding his head and take the beating.
Seeing this scene, Lame Brother didn't even want to stop it. He held a toothpick in his mouth and said, "Humph, he deserves it. He should be severely beaten up!"
As Zheng Jun was beating him, Grandpa Sun on the ground slowly woke up. When he saw his son being beaten, he immediately stepped forward to protect Sun Shaohua and pleaded with Zheng Jun:
"Young man, please, if you want to hit me, hit me. I did all these things, not my son!"
Zheng Jun said angrily: "Your son used you to take the blame, and you actually protected him! Do you know how many people he has harmed online? If it weren't for the law, I would really want to chop him into pieces!"
Grandpa Sun said quickly: "No, no, I harmed those people. My son is a mute and can't speak at all. What can he do?"
"Is he a mute?" Zheng Jun was a little surprised, but he quickly reacted, "No wonder he didn't cry out when I hit him. Just because he's mute doesn't mean he's not the Dark Night Messenger. The Dark Night Messenger induces people to commit suicide through words!"
Grandpa Sun was still stubborn: "I did it. You misunderstood my son. Please let him go..."
Zheng Jun didn't say anything more. He took out his cell phone, opened the memo, and handed the phone to Grandpa Sun: "Come on, type something on it. You can type anything you want."
Grandpa Sun took the phone, hesitated for a while at the 26-key input method on the phone, and then handed the phone to Zheng Jun:
"Young man, can you help me switch the mode? Change it to the handwritten one. I'm not used to your way of using it."
Zheng Jun snorted coldly: "Sure enough, when you were accompanying my son in bed before, I remember that you only knew the handwriting input method. Tell me yourself, you don't even know pinyin, how did you type out a long speech in a short time to persuade my son to die?"
"This..." Grandpa Sun was stunned by the question. His eyes were full of panic and he stammered, unable to answer.
Zheng Jun looked at the father and son on the ground with disdain: "Needless to say, based on this alone, I can conclude that you are definitely not the real murderer. Sun Shaohua, remember, you should have died in my hands today. I didn't kill you because I didn't want to disappoint my son. I will call the police now and let the police deal with you!"
When Sun Shaohua on the ground heard this, his whole body immediately twitched. It was obvious that he seldom got along with others and had an introverted personality, and he would get nervous easily when encountering things.
Seeing Zheng Jun calling the police, Grandpa Sun knelt down in front of him on the spot, hugged his knees and said:
"Don't call the police, please. This is all my fault. You can't put the blame on my son. You don't know that my son couldn't speak since he was born, and we couldn't provide him with a good environment. He has been bullied since elementary school, and his temper has become very strange. He dropped out of high school. I found him several jobs, but he was fired because of his personality."
"After that, he was greatly traumatized and never went out to work again. He was supported by my husband and me. Later, my husband died and I was the only one supporting him. He always locked himself in his room and typed on the computer. I didn't understand what he did online, but I often saw him chatting with others. I thought it was a good thing that he had friends because he had people to chat with."
"It was not until today that he told me that he had gotten into trouble online and someone wanted to meet him and asked me to take his place. I agreed without hesitation. I am willing to do anything for my son. After all, I owe him. It was me who made him a disabled person. Please, don't arrest my son, arrest me instead!"
Zheng Jun was so angry that his teeth itched: "I don't want to know what you said at all. No matter what he has been through, it is not a reason for him to hurt others!"
Lame brother also helped to say: "Yes, he is disabled, so his personality is twisted and he wants to take revenge on society. What kind of excuse is that? I am also disabled, and Xiao Yang who worked in the store before is also disabled, but we are all working hard to live our lives, and no one is taking revenge on society!"
Grandpa Sun covered his face with his hands: "If a son is not well-educated, it is the fault of the father. I have harmed him. No matter what the punishment is, I am willing to bear it, as long as my son is not arrested by the police..."
"Your son will be taken away by the police. This is a foregone conclusion. As for you, you will also be taken away by the police." Bai Mian stood up and looked at Grandpa Sun with sharp eyes.
Grandpa Sun was shocked. "What? If you want to catch the murderer, catching just one is enough. Why do you want to take both of us away?"
Bai Mian: "Because you committed the crime of harboring a criminal."
Lame Brother was very confused: "Does this constitute the crime of harboring a criminal? Although this old man took the blame for his own child, he was kept in the dark the whole time. Today is the first day he knew the truth. It can't be that serious..."
"Everyone will embellish themselves when telling a story, so the truth is certainly not as simple as he said," Bai Mian said word by word, "He knew it a long time ago."
"What?"
Zheng Jun opened his eyes wide, filled with hatred and anger.
Bai Mian: "Grandpa Sun is just not good at typing, not illiterate. Of course he can see what his son has done online, but he doesn't care. In his eyes, these strangers are just his son's toys. As long as his son is having fun, it doesn't matter whether these people live or die. That's why I say he has committed the crime of harboring a murderer. He has been harboring an invisible murderer."
Zheng Jun was so angry that he shook Grandpa Sun's shoulders frantically. "Open your eyes and take a look, you old man. How many families have you broken up just for your son's happiness? If you had disciplined him a little over the years, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this. My son wouldn't have to die! Ahhhh, I'm going to strangle you to death!"
Zheng Jun wanted to take action, but Lame Brother hurriedly tried to stop him. At this moment, the police arrived. When Sun Shaohua saw the police, he sat down on the ground. He didn't even struggle and was handcuffed obediently.
Lame brother said disdainfully: "Oh, this guy talks a lot on the Internet, full of great truths about death, but when something happens to him, he immediately gets scared to death. What a fool!"
When facing the police, Sun Shaohua cooperated and confessed everything. He said that he met Nuo Nuo and others on the Internet, and then lured several seriously ill patients to commit collective suicide offline. He instructed one of the deceased to rent a house, buy charcoal, tape and other things, and then set up the scene at the agreed time, and then arranged for other suicide victims to go to the rental house.
Zheng Jun was still full of doubts about Nuonuo's death. He asked the question he wanted to ask the most: "How did Nuonuo get to the rental house when he was so weak?"
Sun Shaohua answered his question by typing: "I carried him over. You were not with him at the time, and only my father was looking after him. This gave me the opportunity to do it. Although Nuo Nuo was weak, the hospital required him to get out of bed and move around properly every day. When he went out to move around, I picked him up and carried him all the way to the rental house. I had already figured out the surrounding road conditions in advance and chose to walk in places without surveillance, so I was not photographed."
Zheng Jun was surprised: "You were at the scene? Why wasn't your DNA detected at the scene?"
Sun Shaohua: "I am fully armed, covering from head to toe, not a single hair will fall."
Zheng Jun could no longer suppress his sadness and burst into tears. Seeing Zheng Jun's tears, Sun Shaohua actually felt excited. After all, the things he loved to see most were death and sadness.
In order to make Zheng Jun even more sad, Sun Shaohua took the initiative to confess a detail of the case:
"To tell you the truth, at the last moment, your son regretted his decision. As soon as my companion lit the charcoal basin, he started crying. He said he wanted to go home and that he missed his father. He didn't want to commit suicide and wanted to live well. He begged me to carry him back to the hospital. After all, it was impossible for him to walk back to the hospital with his own strength."
Having written this, Sun Shaohua revealed a smug smile, and he typed out the next words: "Of course, I didn't agree to his request. I ignored his words and left the room directly. My companion locked the door from the inside, so what could he do? He could only go on the road with those people, haha!"
Zheng Jun slapped his head and suddenly realized: "No wonder... No wonder the police told me that when they entered the scene, Nuo Nuo's body was lying on the ground behind the door, touching the door with both hands. It turned out that he wanted to open the door. He wanted to find me! You bastard, what did you do! My son didn't have to die!"
Thinking of this, Zheng Jun could no longer control his anger. He punched Sun Shaohua in the face, knocking out two of his front teeth.
Sun Shaohua had blood all over his mouth and was taken away by the police. After the police left, Zheng Jun finally lost his temper. He squatted on the ground and cried, his eyes bloodshot with anger. Everyone around him looked at him with sympathy, and no one knew what to say.
"I'm sorry, son. Dad didn't take good care of you. When you got into trouble, I was still out of town and didn't know anything. I'm so useless!" Zheng Jun slapped himself twice.
Lame Brother hurriedly comforted him: "Don't say that. You have caught the murderer, haven't you? This can also comfort the child's soul in heaven."
Zheng Jun collapsed and cried, "What's the point of catching him? Even if that bastard dies ten more times, it won't bring back my son's life!"
Bai Mian looked at Zheng Jun with pity and said, "What you did was not meaningless. At least, you saved seven lives."
"Me?" Zheng Jun pointed at himself in disbelief.
Bai Mian nodded: "That's right. Recently, Sun Shaohua has organized a group suicide online. There are seven participants in total, all of whom are elementary school students. He originally planned to act tonight. If you hadn't come to me, then all seven elementary school students would have died tonight."
Zheng Jun quickly asked: "What about now? What will happen to those children?"
Bai Mian: "Your presence has changed their fate. After the police bring Zheng Jun back to the bureau, they will investigate his computer and discover the collective suicide tonight. The police will contact these children and arrange for someone to provide them with psychological counseling. They will live safely."
Zheng Jun's eyes filled with tears. "That's good, that's good. I am finally useful. I failed to save my own child, but at least I have saved someone else's child now... Um, Master, who will the police arrange to provide psychological counseling for the children?"
Bai Mian spread his hands: "Of course it's a professionally qualified psychologist."
"Can... you let me go?" Zheng Jun asked courageously.
Bai Mian had a complicated expression: "This..."
Zheng Jun pointed at himself and said: "I want to share my thoughts with those children from a parent's perspective. I want them to know that death is a painful thing. This pain not only happens to them, but also to those who love them."
Bai Mian nodded: "I can understand your feelings, but doing this requires professional qualifications, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the police to agree."
Zheng Jun begged, "Master, is there no other way?"
Bai Mian said to him: "When I took your pulse, I saw your future. In the future, you will change your career and become a psychological practitioner."
Zheng Jun was surprised: "Me? I am a laborer, how is this possible? However, if studying psychology can help children, I am willing to study it. I want to save those young lives."
Bai Mian looked at him with relief. Zheng Jun thought of another thing: "Wait, Master, I can not only persuade the children offline, but I can also persuade them online! Sun Shaohua persuaded people to die, so I will persuade people to cherish life, just like the Dark Night Messenger did back then. I can also take the initiative to add netizens who are on the verge of suicide one after another!"
Bai Mian nodded again: "Yes, I see, you will be engaged in this career for the rest of your life in the future."
Zheng Jun said solemnly: "I am willing, Master. To be honest, when I first came in, I was planning to die. I have lost my only relative, and there is no point in living. As long as you catch the person who killed my son, I can die without regrets. But what you said just now changed my mind. My life has other values, that is, saving people. I have experienced this kind of grief, and I can't let others experience it again. I am willing to be a messenger who saves children for life, and I am willing to live with this grief."
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