This was a small room in the house, and Fan Shuhua did not hide it.
There is a row of bookshelves with some books on them. There is also a row of low white wooden shelves, somewhat similar to the display shelves in a bookstore. On each grid, there is a person's name and a black soft-cover notebook. Some of the notebooks are very old, while others are still as good as new. The black and white are distinct and somewhat eye-catching.
You Mingxu didn't recognize the names on the first few boxes, but soon he saw someone he knew:
Gu Tiancheng, Xiang Rong, Chen Zhaoci, Li Mingdi, Li Biran, Ming Tao...
Each person, a black softcover book.
You Mingxu and Yin Feng each picked up a book and looked through it.
There were handwritten words all over the book. Yin Feng said, "It's Fan Shuhua's handwriting." You Mingxu was secretly surprised to find that the book he was flipping through was the one written by Gu Tiancheng. It records Gu Tiancheng's life in great detail, including his date of birth, birthplace, parents, and whether his family has a history of genetic diseases or criminal history.
It also includes Gu Tiancheng's growth experience from childhood to adulthood, his academic performance, teachers' evaluations, honors and punishments he received. There were also several violent fights and serious mistakes.
After that, Fan Shuhua wrote several pages full of personality traits and psychological analysis conclusions.
After that, there is a detailed record of every crime committed by Gu Tiancheng. Including how he selected targets, tracked targets, scene characteristics, killing methods, and body disposal. There is also Fan Shuhua's analysis of the effect of each case and its match with Gu Tiancheng's psychological needs... The statements are very calm and objective, as if they are not describing a murder, but recording observations.
After flipping through a few books, You Mingxu felt a chill in his spine.
It turns out that every punisher is just a written book.
Yin Feng's expression became increasingly gloomy.
He said: "In fact, there is no struggle between good and evil. When can human nature be summarized in a few words or a concept? The truth about the Punisher organization is that the founder has long been unrecognizable. Under the banner of seeking and discerning the truth, even she herself believes it, and makes those followers who are in desperate situations believe it. In fact, it is just the last straw they can grasp. But that straw is also fake. The fundamental problem is in her heart and in their hearts.
She is no different from Gu Tiancheng, Mingtao, Chen Zhaoci... and every psychopath we have ever met. She gets intense satisfaction from controlling them to commit crimes and kill people. These notebooks are the evidence.
But she is too smart, too knowledgeable, and too knowledgeable about criminal psychology. She couldn't bear to be the same as them, so she raised the banner of "all good is dead, all evil is practiced" to make herself believe that she was not a pathological criminal, but a savior. She lived in a bubble-like, brightly colored, dark lie. ”
You Mingxu smiled and said, "According to what you said, the Punisher Organization is actually nothing. But it still gave us a lot of trouble."
Yin Feng also smiled: "This is the true face of all evil. It looks bloody and cruel, but if you scratch that layer of skin, you will find cowardly and humble souls living inside."
His fingers continued to slide across the wooden rack. The second to last grid was empty, and the space where the name was pasted had signs of being torn off. The two looked at each other.
One book is missing.
The last frame does not contain a person’s name, but a place name - "TV station".
Yin Feng took the book and You Mingxu looked through it with him. It records a very detailed criminal plan. Putting it in this position means that this is the ultimate criminal intention of Fan Shuhua and the Punishers.
The two looked up and looked out the window in a certain direction.
Everything about the Punisher will finally come to an end tonight.
——
As early as when Yin Feng became a scapegoat, it was determined that the ultimate punishment plan was about to come.
After monitoring the call records between Fan Shuhua and Yin Chen, Yin Feng had a preliminary understanding of their plan.
So tonight, while the plan to arrest Fan Shuhua was being launched, a comprehensive crackdown on the "TV station" was also being carried out.
And getting the black softcover book would be an even greater advantage for the police.
Xiangcheng TV Station is located on the bank of the Xiangjiang River. It is a very magnificent building with lights shining brightly in the night.
At this time, there was a constant stream of people at the entrance of the building.
There will be 200 spectators entering the building to participate in the recording of a variety show. They held their tickets, lined up for security checks, laughed and talked, and the atmosphere was lively and relaxed.
There were many cars parked around the building and it was completely silent.
The audience has almost arrived. Several security guards came to the security checkpoint to change shifts.
Two of the security guards who were replaced walked straight towards the building. The two of them looked straight ahead, as if they had nothing to do with the bustle around them and did not attract any attention at all.
The two took the elevator up to the 50th floor. This is the studio where we will be recording our show tonight.
The audience walked out of the elevator and poured into the studio. The two men walked to the side staircase, opened the fire door, and slipped in.
Tonight, the two of them will be on duty here.
Who would have thought that just as the fire door closed behind the two of them, a group of people suddenly jumped out from the originally dark and quiet stairs. The two were shocked and turned around to run, but the fire door was like it was welded and did not move at all.
In the blink of an eye, those people pounced on him with rough and fierce movements. The two of them were like shrimps thrown into a fish basket, and could only jump around in place. Soon, their hands, legs, backs, and necks were all pinned down, unable to move. Someone said coldly in my ear: "You are under arrest!"
at the same time.
First floor lobby.
In an elevator going up.
In the pedestrian walkway outside the studio on the 50th floor.
The audience chatted eagerly and were in high spirits. However, there are always one or two people in the crowd, who are strong and sturdy, dressed in ordinary and inconspicuous clothes, wearing baseball caps, not talking to anyone, and have a solemn and cold temperament.
The audience around him seemed to have noticed him not at all.
For a moment, the man may have felt a strange sense of crisis and slowly raised his head. But I saw men and women around me, tall and short, fat and thin, and there was nothing unusual.
So he lowered his head again.
Several locations, different groups of people, launched at the same time!
Those people moved to the target's side without anyone noticing, separating him from the general audience. There wasn't even a single ordinary audience member in the entire elevator. Someone coughed lightly, and the target suddenly looked up—
Too late!
The police were like a group of vicious tigers, they pounced on the man and pinned him to the ground in two seconds.
"You're under arrest!"
Backstage of the studio, control room.
The middle-aged director sat behind the broadcast screen, smoking a cigarette with a serious expression. The ashtray in front of me is already full.
The young female assistant director stood behind him, staring intently at the images coming from the cameras.
The door of the control room was suddenly pushed open, and two strange men walked in, holding up their guns.
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