Dear Mr. Lu

"My...illness?" Luo Wencheng's face turned pale, and he lowered his head, even biting the sweet and sour apple felt tasteless.

Seeing him sigh like this, Lu Chong didn't want to force him, but this matter had to be said.

"The situation like last night, you said it was an old problem, how long has it been?"

Luo Wencheng stared at the apples in the fruit bowl with his head down, and refused to speak.

He... doesn't want to lie to this man anymore.

The words he had thought up before last night were all lies, and now he is unwilling to say them.

But to tell the truth, it involved too much, and he couldn't say it at all.

"Wen Cheng." Lu Chong said.

Luo Wencheng still refused to respond.

Lu Chong said slowly: "At first I thought you were a drug addict."

Luo Wencheng was stunned.

"Later I found out that it wasn't. The drug addiction attack was not your kind of reaction, and your urine and blood tests were also normal."

"I know, you are a good boy." Lu Chong touched the top of his head, and continued to persuade, "But physical problems must be treated early, you can tell us so that we can help you, and you don't want to It's so painful, isn't it?"

Luo Wencheng moved his lips but closed them tightly, his eyes were slightly red, and he looked pitiful with his lips pursed. When Lu Chong saw him, his heart softened immediately, he sighed softly, and finally took a step back: "Or, Have you always had stomach problems? Is it just a simple stomach problem?"

Luo Wencheng's eyelashes trembled, he hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said in a low voice: "Well, the old stomach problem is not serious, but it hurts easily when you are nervous."

He didn't dare to meet Lu Chong's eyes.

Lu Chong's eyes deepened a little, and he said in a brisk tone: "That's good, I'll ask the doctor to prescribe some stomach medicine for you, you have to take it on time, and if you feel uncomfortable in the future, you must tell me, otherwise you can tell the doctor, you can't force it Hold on, you know?"

Luo Wencheng nodded obediently.

Lu Chong asked him to have a good rest, and left the ward by himself. Before he was about to go out, there was a hoarse voice behind him: "Sir."

"Huh?" He turned and waited for the next words.

Luo Wencheng raised his head and looked at him for a while with a look he couldn't understand: "Thank you."

Lu Chong smiled: "Thank you, let me recover quickly."

With the door closed, Luo Wencheng still maintained that posture and sat alone for a long time, watching the news on the muted TV, which was boring.

After a while, he thought of leaving the hospital.

But when I asked the doctor, the answer I got was that I would have to be hospitalized for another two days for observation.

It's just a minor injury and minor surgery, so there's nothing to observe. There is also a private doctor with good medical skills in the villa. Luo Wencheng thinks it's probably because of his "stomach pain".

He originally thought that someone would come and take him for various checks, but no.

There is indeed stomach medicine in the medicine given out at dinner.

Did Lu Chong really believe his words?

Not impossible.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and when it happened again at midnight that day, he went to the toilet one minute earlier, took off all his clothes, wiped off the sweat on his body with a towel, and then put his clothes back on.

The camouflage was perfect.

It was like this one night after another.

No one found anything out of the ordinary.

On the third day, the news of Luo Wenhao's murder spread widely, and the fact that the real estate owner was forced to commit suicide was also revealed. The criticism of Luo Wenhao and the Luo family on the Internet and in real life almost turned the sky upside down.

Because of the bad influence and the promotion of many parties, the investigation of the case progressed very quickly. Evidence and witnesses of Luo Wenhao's murder appeared. Even though his legs were broken, people from the Public Security Bureau still came to take him away for interrogation.

It is said that he was smashed by rotten eggs at the entrance of the hospital.

"You were only fourteen years old thirteen years ago, the law cannot convict you, and the person who disposed of the body was not you, we can even manipulate it and say that the bodyguard encouraged you to kill... There are enough articles to do in this case , everything is just a formality, you don't have to worry. As for the suicide of the deceased's father, it has nothing to do with you."

The lawyer of the Luo family talked freely and was not worried at all, but all the bad effects brought about by this case were out of his scope of business. He just wanted to get Luo Wenhao out.

In fact, Luo Wenhao would not have even been brought to the police station if the Luo family hadn't been too busy to take care of themselves.

Luo Wenhao was in handcuffs, his face was pale and his lips were chapped, and his mental state was very poor.

He raised his bloodshot eyes, glanced at the lawyer, and said nothing.

But he knew he was done.

Because only he himself knows best that he killed more than one person.

Originally, he was sure that this matter would not be revealed, but now the person who wants to punish him is Lu Chong, Lu Chong.

He looked at his legs in plaster casts, his eyes almost dripping with resentment.

"This case can't touch Luo Wenhao, but it would be different if there were other lives on his body." At the same time, Lu Chong said to Luo Wencheng like this, looking at the young man's wide-eyed eyes, he seemed to find it very interesting.

He smiled and showed Luo Wencheng a document.

Luo Wencheng turned the pages, pretending to know this for the first time, his eyes widened in shock: "He also killed someone!"

There was another murder case recorded on it. When the deceased's family was ruined, the land that was taken over from the real estate owner, that is, the land where work was suspended, was being constructed. Someone found the boy's body. It was someone who knew a thing or two about what happened back then, so he came to blackmail Luo Wenhao.

Luo Wenhao killed that person without stopping, and he did it very covertly, pretending that he fell from a building during construction.

Luo Wencheng knew about this.

He also knew that Luo Wenhao was in a hurry to kill, and the man only threatened him. The boy's body was in the construction site, but he refused to say where it was, so that Luo Wenhao didn't dare to move the land again.

In the previous life, it was after Luo Wenhao completely took over the Luo family that he found the bodyguard who had already taken the hush money and made a living abroad to deal with the body of the young man. Only then did he find the body and transfer it without anyone noticing, and the land was finally restored. start construction.

"Luo Wencheng was already an adult when he killed this person, and the crime of intentional homicide cannot be escaped." Lu Chong said, "The first murder case can only discredit Luo Wenhao, and the second murder case is enough to kill him."

He looked at Luo Wencheng: "What do you think?"

Luo Wencheng knew that he put the right to choose in his own hands and let himself decide Luo Wenhao's life and death.

At this moment, he didn't feel much excitement, as if everything just happened naturally, as a matter of course.

He heard himself say: "Killing for life is justified."

In this way, Luo Wenhao was sentenced to death.

The man who indirectly killed him, the man who brought him great pain until his death in the previous life, and became a big shadow in his heart, just like that, died in his hands!

Luo Wencheng stared blankly at his hands in a daze.

It was already midnight when Lu Chong came, the two of them were talking, Luo Wencheng was in a daze again, and the pointer moved to that point unconsciously.

Luo Wencheng finally came to his senses and became anxious.

Why didn't Lu Chong leave?

"Sir, it's late at night, why don't you go to rest." He said tentatively.

"Oh, it's all over, and it's troublesome to go back. Why don't I sleep with you, anyway, there is a companion bed here." Lu Chong said.

Luo Wencheng was stunned, and hurriedly said: "This, this is not good, right? The bed here is not as comfortable as at home."

"Then I just know how uncomfortable you feel."

Luo Wencheng couldn't find anything else to say for a while, stared blankly, and finally thought of an excuse: "If you don't go back, what about the ribs?"

Lu Chong was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, the ribs can't be left out in the cold, or it will scratch me again."

He picked up his coat and left. Luo Wencheng waited for a while to make sure he was gone before rushing into the bathroom.

But he didn't know that in a room on this floor, Lu Chong was sitting in front of the monitor.

The picture inside is exactly his hospital bed.

Lu Chong could clearly see him rushing into the bathroom after he left.

Exactly the same as the previous two nights.