Jing Ling himself didn't actually believe the reason written on the note left in the cave. In the deep mountains and dense forests, there are two grown men, what the hell are they doing wandering around at night? But they were going to leave anyway, and Big Mouth and Watermelon certainly wouldn't believe any excuses, so it didn't matter what excuses they made.
In the evening, when the sun was about to set, the third group of birds brought back news that they had found the target. Demon had been in the mountains for less than a day. The terrain of Changchuling was rugged and complex, and wild beasts appeared from time to time in the deep forests. Unless he was desperate, he would not dare to go deeper, but would wander within a certain range. Therefore, birds throughout the dense forest can easily find him.
With the previous two failed examples, this time Big Mouth didn't even ask any questions and directly concluded, "It must have been found again!" If it weren't for the dense bird shit rain and the posture of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix that were so intimidating, they would not have believed so easily that Jing Ling could communicate with animals. After they recovered, they became a little suspicious and privately considered whether they should ask their higher-ups to send a police dog to help complete the mission.
Jing Ling did not argue and nodded along with his words, "Well, no." It was not that he was angry with the two of them, but that he and Song Xiuyuan had reached an agreement privately.
Demon has killed so many people over the years, and each of them died so miserably. Zhang Qiaoqiao's father heard his daughter being tortured to death over the phone, and her shrill screams became a nightmare that haunted him throughout his life. Gao Wei was like a frog in a laboratory being boiled by gradually rising water. When his father brought people to look for him, the man had only been dead for a few minutes. It seemed that he could have been saved if he had been saved just a little faster. For this reason, Gao's father was tortured by the pain and had to bear the silent blame from his relatives. He almost collapsed. And the captain's son, even if he didn't make that call, his son would eventually die of gas poisoning, but he made the call out of concern for his child's safety and ended his child's life with his own hands...
Killing is not an act, but what about the demon? Beheading, dismembering, slow slicing, cooking raw, exploding... not even a complete body was left behind. After being arrested, such people are only handcuffed and sent to court, where they are sentenced to death.
Then one bullet ended all the grudges in this life.
Why could he die so easily?
Of course, Jing Ling considered himself to be a good citizen who abided by the law and would not do such a thing as lynching. But the suspect fled into the mountains and dense forests, and before he was arrested, he was unlucky and got scared by something, so he can't blame anyone.
Da Zui and Xigua are government servants, and their attitudes are uncertain, so in order to avoid trouble, Jing Ling and Song Xiuyuan simply left a note and left the team.
Yang Feng stayed in the dense forest of Changchuling for a night and a day. It looked like he was fleeing in panic because he was being chased by the police, but in fact, he had anticipated such an outcome before committing the crime. It was he who took the initiative to choose Changchuling as his retreat route, and he went into the mountains carrying with him the necessary tool kit for wilderness survival and enough compressed food to sustain his life for a few days.
The cave was spacious, with a mat of hay in the corner and a fire not far away. The bright flames added a touch of warmth to the cold and hard rock walls. A simple rack was built by the fire using three pieces of branches, and a small stainless steel pot with wire wrapped around its ears was hung above the fire. The water in the pot has begun to boil. Mushrooms are tumbling out of the water, and a faint fragrance is spreading in the air. There were three little birds roasting by the fire, skewered on branches and stuck diagonally into the ground, sizzling with oil.
Yang Feng scooped half a spoonful of soup from the pot with a spoon, blew it to his mouth, and then drank it. The hot soup went down my throat and into my stomach, warming my whole body from the inside out. The bird meat is already roasted, just sprinkle a few grains of salt and it will be a tender and delicious delicacy.
He looked relaxed and at ease, and did not even compromise on his diet.
This doesn't feel like an escape at all; it would not be an exaggeration to say it's a wild outing.
He ate very slowly, his whole body exuding the word "gentlemanly". Just like his profession.
Yang Feng is a university teacher, and his subject of teaching is advanced mathematics. When he was in school, he always wore a well-fitting suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a decent smile on his face. He had a very good reputation among students. He took attendance at a fixed time, gave high marks during normal times, and not only marked the key points at the end of the semester, but was also very lenient when grading the papers. Very few students failed his class. If someone is willing to learn and asks him questions they don't understand, he will explain patiently.
Born in 1978, now 35 years old and single. He had handsome facial features, and he had the temperament of a scholar. He was also in his golden age, so many girls in school fell in love with him because of his suit pants and privately called him a male god.
Not only in school, but also in the neighborhood he has a very good opinion of. In the same community, there are so many people who want to be his matchmaker that you can’t count them on your hands.
Who would associate such a social elite, a good family man, with a perverted murderer?
Yet he is. When he committed his first murder fifteen years ago, he was only twenty years old and a college student.
"Chirp...chirp..." The sound of birds chirping sounded outside the cave. Then came the sound of dead leaves being trampled, light but rhythmic. If it doesn't look like a beast, then it can only be a human.
Yang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, touched the crossbow hidden in his sleeve, and continued to clean up the dishes without any care.
"Click-click-click" the trap was triggered, but no scream was heard.
He then stopped what he was doing, stood up, took the most advantageous position, and waited for his opponent to arrive. After a few seconds, two figures appeared at the entrance of the cave. They stepped out of the darkness shrouded by the night into the bright land, and their tall and straight figures could be seen. However, to Yang Feng's surprise, the two men were not wearing police uniforms, and from their expressions and actions they did not look like police officers. One of them was even injured, with both arms in plaster casts.
The place where Yang Feng was standing was actually a blind spot, but as soon as they entered the cave, the two people discovered his location at the first moment. After walking a few steps inside, both sides saw each other.
"Hello." The young man with his arm in a plaster cast spoke first and even smiled, but his smile felt stiff. The other person who was traveling with him looked at him coldly, hatred evident on his face.
Yang Feng knew that even if these two were not police officers, they were still his enemies. But he still replied calmly, "Hello."
"Demon, right?" The young man with a cast on his arm asked this question naturally. "I want to know your motive for killing people. Can we talk about it?"
What an interesting person. Yang Feng laughed, "Sure. Sit wherever you want." He greeted guests as if he were at home, but his body remained motionless. It is basic common sense not to expose your back to the enemy. And the other party obviously knows this. Finally, the two sides moved to face each other, sat down by the fire, and had a long chat like friends.
"I have many works. Which one do you want to know?" Yang Feng asked while poking the fire. The moment the words fell, the young man who hated him said, "Zhang Qiaoqiao."
"That lovely little girl." Even though many years have passed, he still remembers every one of his works clearly without any reminder. "What's your relationship with him? Her only relatives were her grandfather and father. Not long after she died, the old man passed away due to grief. As for your father Zhang Heng, I've met him. You don't look like him at all."
"Is it a passerby with an overflowing sense of justice?" he said to himself, "But it doesn't matter. Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you."
Yang Feng's background was not good. Not to mention a well-off life, he was not even as well off as ordinary working people. He has never seen his mother since he can remember, and was raised by his father. But he had many playmates when he was a child, or rather, they were all his slaves. There were both men and women, some had fair skin and tender flesh and were obviously from good families, while others had rough skin and fine calluses on their hands. In addition, there are young girls. These people were tied up hand and foot and locked in a room with no windows but an iron door. They were only given one meal a day, which was leftovers.
Yes, his father is a human trafficker, and a middleman at that. Buy goods from other people and then contact the next buyer to sell them. Their family lives in a village with only about twenty households, and everyone in the village makes a living by doing this.
In that era, communication and transportation were very backward. Their village was located in the mountains, and the mountain road was long and rugged. Even the local government did not know that such a place existed. There are several big dogs in the village, and they are fed much better than the people who are locked up, because there are always disobedient people who want to escape, and these dogs are used to chase people. They can catch them without missing a single one.
Those who were caught were divided into valuable and worthless. The valuable ones were beaten severely to make them feel the pain and never dare to escape again. Those that are not valuable are simply beaten to death as a warning to others and thrown out to feed the dogs.
Yang Feng was woken up countless times at night. At first, the girl's shrill cries scared him so much that he couldn't sleep, but gradually he got used to it. He leaned against the door and looked through the crack into the next room where an oil lamp was on. His father and several uncles from the village were gathered around a bed, all naked, and a naked girl was lying on the bed.
Later, one time, his legs became numb from squatting, and when he stood up he accidentally bumped into the door, and the dilapidated wooden door made a harsh sound. The person in the next room was stunned for a moment, then came over and found him hiding at the door.
"Boy, you haven't even grown all your hair yet, but you've already learned how to eavesdrop! Hahahahaha, you're worthy of being your father's offspring!"
At that time, he was only six years old and knew nothing, but he had committed countless crimes unknowingly and became an accomplice. Later, when he went to college, he learned that criminal genes are hereditary. Whenever he recalled what his father and neighbors had done, he not only did not feel it was dirty or ugly, but instead felt his blood boiling.
Those sins that are intolerable to the world are like drugs, making him addicted and trapped.
If it weren't for the accident that happened later, he would probably have inherited his father's career and carried it forward.
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