The End of the Night (16)

Liang Chenghao was extremely grief-stricken. After a long time, he slowly got up from the ground with his fists clenched tightly. He had made many achievements in criminal psychology, but he actually ignored his daughter's health. If his daughter died, what kind of justice would he have pursued all his life?

Liang Chenghao knew what was needed to bring the murderer to justice, but this was far from enough. He could not make his daughter's affairs public, nor could he turn his daughter's suffering into evidence to accuse the murderer in court.

Even if he testified against Xu Wangtu, he would not necessarily be executed, and Xie Wenjuan would most likely not receive a severe punishment.

He wants to kill the murderer with his own hands, and let everyone who knows about this die!

But Liang Chenghao is definitely not a criminal psychologist who only talks on paper. He knows what it means to kill someone.

He had to do this perfectly.

Liang Chenghao's first plan was to find someone who had nothing to do with Liang Lexin or him, because this would eliminate all suspicion on him.

He prepared raincoats, rain boots, gloves, and he designed a rainy day plan because rain can drown out many details.

The moment he put on his raincoat and rain hat and faced the mirror, the face inside had changed. The gentle facial shape of the past had turned into a fierce shape, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

Soon, he sneaked into a paint factory on a rainy day and broke into the female workers' dormitory. He saw Xin Yameng, a single young woman, sleeping soundly through the window. He gently pushed open the half-open door.

After standing by the bed for a few seconds, Liang Chenghao felt a huge shock in his heart and his lips were bitten until they bled. However, he was determined in his plan. He stretched out his gloved hand and covered her mouth and nose with force. Xin Yameng struggled for a while and then died.

Liang Chenghao's eyes were already full of blood. He knew he had turned into a devil, but he couldn't turn back. He quickly took off the female worker's clothes. There were several bottles of red paint on the corner of the dormitory wall. He directly pried open the paint bottle caps and used the brush he prepared in advance to paint red patterns on her body. Just as his daughter described in her diary, her whole body was painted.

After completing the first murder, Liang Chenghao began his formal plan. He quickly found the residence of Bao Xue, a doctor at the health center, and sneaked in when her husband was not at home on a rainy night. When Bao Xue was taking medical notes, Liang Chenghao directly covered her head with her clothes and suffocated her to death. He used the same method to create the second case. When he left, he bowed deeply to her.

Next, on a rainy afternoon, when Xie Wenjuan was grading homework in the dormitory, he pretended to be a school logistics staff, slipped out of her room, climbed in through the window, covered her mouth and nose with his hands from behind, and dragged her from the chair to the ground.

Xie Wenjuan desperately grabbed him and kicked, but Liang Chenghao did not give her a chance to breathe until her face turned red and purple.

"I am Le Xin's father..." Liang Chenghao spoke in a low voice, like the voice of a devil.

In order to let her hear more clearly, Liang Chenghao deliberately loosened his grip, and Xie Wenjuan finally exhaled. She curled up there and coughed and breathed hard. After a while, her tears burst out and a hoarse plea for mercy came from her throat: "Please let me go, I didn't mean it, I tried to persuade him but he didn't listen, I didn't mean it, I'll turn myself in, I'll report him..."

"Is it useful? Is it useful?" Liang Chenghao smiled, "Otherwise, Xin Yameng and Bao Xue would have died in vain."

That smile was like a sharp knife hiding darkness, cutting her piece by piece. Xin Yameng and Bao Xue's names had spread throughout the city. He was the murderer of the Red Lacquer Case.

"Ah..." Xie Wenjuan took a breath, her eyes filled with fear and despair, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... please let me go..." She could even foresee what would happen to her after death.

"Don't worry, I will put on a satisfactory red makeup for you!" Liang Chenghao suddenly hugged her mouth and nose with his big palms, and covered her tightly again...

He held down her throbbing arms with his other hand and suffocated her to death while the woman struggled desperately.

After laying Xie Wenjuan's body flat on the floor, he took off all her clothes and then used the red paint he had prepared in advance to paint her facial features all the way down to her toes.

He wanted to tell Xie Wenjuan that he would return intact what you had done to his daughter.

After confirming that no details were missed at the scene, Liang Chenghao walked out of the main entrance.

It was still raining heavily.

He walked into the heavy rain, the corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled.

My daughter, don’t be afraid. Don’t you always have your dad?

That evening, Xie Wenjuan's husband Xu Wangtu returned home and found Xie Wenjuan dead. The news spread throughout the school.

Xiao Liangran soon found out about this. At that moment she was not afraid but rather excited. She secretly ran to Xie Wenjuan's residence and lay on the window glass to look inside.

She saw Xie Wenjuan's body with her own eyes, and she saw with her own eyes the neatly painted red patterns on Xie Wenjuan's body. There was another pattern that she was particularly familiar with, which was the three-grass-like pattern that her father always liked to draw on the palm of her hand. Liang Chenghao told her that it was a phoenix crown and also a flame.

Xiao Liang laughed happily.

Liang Chenghao might think that he could stop there if he killed Xu Wangtu, but if he killed Xu Wangtu, the police would definitely find the cause of the incident, and he would have to think of a better way to deal with Xu Wangtu.

During this time, he pondered and formulated a new plan to kill Xu Wangtu without being suspected, but there were certain risks anyway. However, during this time, one afternoon, when his daughter was writing in the sun on the balcony, she suddenly said she was going out to play after writing half of her diary. This was the first time his daughter did not put away her diary on purpose. He seemed to think that his daughter had something to tell him.

So he walked over and picked up the diary. On the latest page, she wrote: I want to make the cake myself.

On the back of this page is an essay titled "My Dad." The essay says: My dad is a university professor, and he is very kind to me.

…

My father taught me how to make my first cake, but I didn’t do it well. He said, “Don’t worry, daughter,” and he would make me a birthday cake every year from now on.

I said, thank you, Dad, thank you for everything you did for me, I want to finish the cake myself.

This incident happened a few months ago on his daughter's birthday, but the composition was written today. Liang Chenghao was surprised that his daughter wrote this sentence, which means that his daughter may know what he did.

He began to adjust his plan, because Xu Wangtu still had descendants, and he could accomplish all this for his daughter during his lifetime.

Because his daughter wrote this sentence, she had a goal. Liang Chenghao no longer worried about his daughter committing suicide, and tears slowly moistened his eyes.

Regarding the last thing, Liang Chenghao was very hesitant. He tried to test Qiao Jingyun again. Qiao Jingyun said on the phone that she wanted to reconsider it because of her son's illness.

That day, Qiao Jingyun came to his house and left the key, but she never came to pick it up. These actions were enough to show that she knew about his daughter.

Liang Chenghao found a time when Qiao Jingyun was off work. On the way home, he handed the key to her. Qiao Jingyun took the key with an awkward expression: "Thank you, Professor Liang."

"You're welcome." Liang Chenghao asked tentatively, "Jingyun, what do you think of what I said before?"

"Professor Liang, I'm sorry. Thank you very much for your care. My son's illness may drag you down. I want to wait until he gets better before considering our affairs. Is that okay with you?"

Liang Chenghao had already tested Qiao Jingyun's psychology. He walked up and touched Xiao Luhe's head. Xiao Luhe was well-behaved and didn't say a word. He liked her very much.

Qiao Jingyun suddenly stretched out her hand, stood in front of Xiao Luhe, and said nervously: "Professor Liang, the child is so dirty. What do you think? Next time I will dress him in clean clothes and take the initiative to visit you?"

The corner of Liang Chenghao's mouth twitched: "Okay."

Qiao Jingyun took Xiao Luhe back home, and her heart was not at peace for a long time. In fact, she felt very sympathetic when she learned about Liang Lexin's situation that day. She originally thought that if Liang Chenghao agreed, she could help take care of Lele. But Liang Chenghao called her later, and she could tell from the voice on the phone that it was like a knife hidden in the smile. It was not until she heard about the deaths of Bao Xue and Xie Wenjuan that she finally knew what had happened.

She planned to resign from her job and live in her hometown for a while.

That night, it rained heavily. Qiao Jingyun was in a mess. She cooked food for Xiao Luhe early in the morning. When she was about to clear the table, there was a knock on the door.

Before she opened the door, she was cautious and looked through the cat's eyes. The person who came was actually Liang Chenghao.

In the heavy rain and lightning, he was wearing a raincoat and his face was dark.

Qiao Jingyun was so frightened that she shivered. A voice outside the door said, "Jingyun, I'm Professor Liang. I just happened to be passing by your house and I want to give something to your child."

Qiao Jingyun took two steps back, only to hear the sound of the door being unlocked. Liang Chenghao might have copied her house key.

She ran over quickly, picked up little Lu He, stuffed him into the closet, and said to him softly and painfully: "He'er, remember, don't make any sound! No matter what, don't make any sound!"

"Mom will always love you!"

"Forever, He'er!"

She looked at him again and closed the cabinet door with pain.

Liang Chenghao had already opened the door, and the raindrops fell all over the floor in an instant, and then he closed the door again.

He walked towards her, smiling, and made a terrifying sound: "What's wrong, Jingyun, don't you welcome me?"

Qiao Jingyun leaned against the living room wall, trying not to let Liang Chenghao's eyes look at the bedroom closet, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? You heard everything, but you're still pretending?"

"Professor Liang, I didn't hear anything. I really didn't hear anything."

"Where is He'er?" Liang Chenghao looked into the bedroom.

"He was at his neighbor's house. He was so young and sick. He didn't know anything."

"Yes, yes, I forgot that he was sick. Jingyun, don't worry, I will train He'er and make him the most proud person in the world. Please believe me."

Qiao Jingyun pressed herself against the wall, her face pale. "Professor Liang, I said I would consider our matter after some time."

"I'm sorry, but you're not in my plan."

Liang Chenghao rushed forward and hugged Qiao Jingyun. The frail Qiao Jingyun was subdued by him in an instant. His broad palms pressed tightly against her nose and mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, but he comforted her, "I'm sorry, Jingyun, just bear with it, it will be over soon", until she shuddered all over, and then he slowly let go.

He carried her to the bed, took off her clothes, and started painting on her with the red paint he had prepared.

At this time, there were lightning and thunder, and Qiao Jingyun's fair skin shone charmingly under the lightning. Liang Chenghao sighed, thinking that everything would be perfect if that incident had not happened.

Not long after, Liang Chenghao brought Xiao Luhe back home and said with a smile: "Lele, look, who is this?"

"Brother Lu He!" Xiao Liang ran towards him in great surprise and hugged him, "Is it really you?"

"Brother Lu He's mother passed away. He will have to live in our house from now on."

Xiao Liangran was sad and happy: "Thank you, Dad. I will be nice to my brother in the future."

That day, Liang Chenghao burned Liang Ran's diary in front of her and told her: "Daughter, don't write a diary in the future. When you write an essay, you must write about how good the weather is today and how cute your brother is."

The blazing flames instantly rolled up the white paper that recorded many secrets and turned it to ashes.

Xiao Liangran looked at the raging fire and smiled.

"Daughter, Dad wants to tell you something. We are going to transfer schools. Dad is going to work in the province. You and your brother Lu He will go to study in the province together, okay?"

"Okay, okay," Xiao Liangran held Xiao Luhe's hand, "Brother, do you hear me? We will be together from now on."

"Dad gave you a new name, Liang Ran. Ran means burning."

"Why is it burning?"

"Phoenix Nirvana!"