The Monster I Was Redeemed

Ai Liang shook off Xia Qinian and saw that he didn't keep up and gradually slowed down to walk into a supermarket. There was also a billboard for the third anniversary of the opening of the supermarket.

Naturally, he didn't come here to buy things, but to see the murderer's deity.

Yue Qihua is right, you can't directly determine that a person is a murderer without evidence, but Ai Liang has.

He saw the murderer's appearance through Yue Qihua's brain, and there was no more conclusive evidence than the victim himself.

That Wang Zi is the real murderer.

The moment she saw Wang Zi in the morning, Ai Liang recorded his brain waves and biological signals, and kept watching him secretly.

After school, he went home and locked himself in his room.

That's right, Wang Zi lives in the Jinyang community opposite.

Ai Liang took a bottle of mineral water from the freezer. After paying, he sat on a bench near the supermarket exit and brushed his phone, pretending to be a passerby in the supermarket to enjoy the shade.

On the surface, he was looking at his phone, but in fact, Ai Liang's consciousness had been placed on Wang Zi in the community building.

Boom, boom, boom.

Wang Zi sat on the edge of the desk, the strong heartbeat echoed in his ears through his chest.

He stared at the cotton gloves and mobile phone on the table, twisting uncomfortably.

All morning he was at war between heaven and man.

Want to destroy evidence and worry about adding another level of crime.

He wanted to take the initiative to turn himself in, but he also thought of the eyes his classmates, parents, neighbors looked at him, and the label of a murderer that would be fixed on him in the future.

Thinking of this, his courage to turn himself in was exhausted when he walked to the living room, and he didn't even leave the house.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Wang Zi clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails embedded in his flesh, and he didn't even notice it.

"What to do! What to do! Even if the people in the class don't know about my relationship with Gao Jiajia, the police will find out about me through chat records sooner or later! I look like this now... ah ah ah!"

Wang Zi slammed his fist on the table with a loud bang, and relieved his inner anxiety through pain.

Since Ai Liang judged that Gao Jiajia was murdered in the morning, Wang Zi began to panic.

Wang Zi kept comforting himself: "It's alright, it's alright, I used the rope from the broken glasses in the house, and if I doubt it, I will doubt him. As long as I destroy these gloves, there will be no evidence to prove that I am the murderer!"

Wang Zi kept hypnotizing himself, amplifying the luck in his heart, but the fear of being arrested by the police had been looming over his heart like a cloud.

The intense anxiety and the rapid heartbeat made him retching from the morning until now, and no matter what he did, he couldn't relax himself.

In the end, he gave up the idea of ​​turning himself in and looked at the gloves on the table with a mad face.

"Right! There are also novels! Can't stay!"

With trembling hands, Wang Zi pulled out a stack of A4 paper from the drawer, picked up the pair of white cotton gauze gloves and ran to the living room. He took a lighter from the shelf in the living room that his father used to smoke, and went into the bathroom.

Wang Zi lit the paper with a lighter and flushed the ashes down the drain with the toilet.

With the sound of flushing water, his heart slowly calmed down strangely, which made him even more determined to destroy the evidence.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

No matter how Wang Zi touched the water filling button, the water tank did not fill up again.

Wang Zi violently turned on the faucet, but there was still no water. A sense of anxiety flooded Wang Zi's heart again. His breathing began to become rapid, wheezing and panting like a bull with lung disease.

Wang Zi ran out of the bathroom and came to the kitchen. There was no water in the faucet. When he turned on the water purifier, there was still no water.

"Huh, huh, huh."

Wang Zi stood blankly in the living room, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

The infection of fear was like a broken bamboo, and his heart beat violently again,

His heart began to feel restless again. He wanted to scream, but he was worried about attracting the attention of his neighbors.

This oppressive atmosphere made his mood more and more collapsed, as if a group of hideous-looking mice were frantically biting and gnawing at his soul.

He grabbed the lighter and slammed to the floor, stomping on it frantically with both feet.

At this moment, he blushed and split his eyes. The saliva and spit at the corners of his mouth swayed recklessly, until the impatient roar from downstairs brought his spirit back to reality.

When Wang Zi stopped, he stepped on the metal cover of the lighter under his feet, but fortunately, the lighter could still be used.

His heartbeat began to calm down, as if all his anxiety and fear had been vented out just now, and his heart was extremely peaceful.

Back in the bathroom, he pressed the lighter to light the rest of the paper, looked at the burning A4 paper with a smile on his lips, but stopped when there were the last few sheets left.

These pages only describe the male protagonist's future life and have little to do with the previous ones. In the end, he folded these pages and planned to keep them as souvenirs.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and he dropped the spark on his slippers with a trembling hand.

In a hurry, he put out the fire star with the remaining water in the sprinkler pipe, and he tiptoed to the living room and looked out the door along the cat's eye.

Outside the door was not a policeman but a middle-aged man in a vest. Wang Zi recognized him. He was the resident downstairs.

"Is there a problem?"

Wang Zi opened a door and stuck his head out.

"What the hell are you doing at home! Are you annoying on a hot day!"

The middle-aged man stared at him with a bad expression, his tone was full of impatience, he shrugged his nose: "Why does it still smell like mush?"

"I'm sorry, a cockroach appeared in the house just now, busy fighting cockroaches, and the movement was a bit loud."

Wang Zi forced an apologetic smile, but a murderous intent surged in his heart.

This killing intent even shocked him, and quickly bit his tongue to disperse it.

"Hit cockroaches? Beating people is not as impressive as you! Remember to pay attention next time, or I will go to the property and complain to your house!"

The middle-aged man also went upstairs to warn him only because the weather was too hot and he was angry. Seeing that he had a good attitude, he didn't bother to bother.

"Sorry, there won't be a next time."

Wang Zi watched the leaving middle-aged man slam the door and slowly sat on the ground with his back against the security door, the back of his shirt was already wet with cold sweat.

After sitting on the ground for a while and waiting for his legs to regain consciousness, Wang Zi returned to the bathroom.

The paper was finished but the gloves were not there yet. Both gloves fell on the ground and got wet with water. He tore a garbage bag and put the gloves in.

Surveillance everywhere during the day will definitely leave traces, and he plans to go out at night to dispose of the gloves.

However, all his actions and thoughts were watched by Ai Liang.

hundreds of meters away.

Ai Liang, who was sitting in the chair, was a little puzzled. How did Wang Zi think of wearing gloves to commit crimes and blame glasses?

According to the psychological activities just now, it is more likely that he would kill him impulsive.

Ai Liang, who didn't want to understand, decided to spy on Wang Zi's memory. He was worried that what Wang Zi did was instigated by some people.

Things turned out unexpectedly.

These techniques were all learned from the A4 paper he had just burned, and a novel was printed on that stack of A4 paper.

The character of the protagonist of the story is very similar to Wang Zi. There are no friends in the character who are alone in the class. Because the mother is a teacher, she has very strict learning requirements, even to the extent of depression.

His father accidentally made a fortune and started a small business. This is simply a biography of Wang Zi's life.

This one mainly tells the life story of the protagonist in junior high school: the protagonist is an inconspicuous member of the class. An accidental hero saves the beauty and gets to know Banhua. The relationship between the two quickly warmed up after an incident. It was announced that they were strangers on the surface, but on weekends they occasionally went out together.

Whenever the people around her praise Banhua, the protagonist will snicker secretly, feeling proud that she is the closest person to her.

This kind of relationship lasted for nearly two years. Just when the protagonist planned to confess to Ban Hua in the graduation season and shocked everyone, he heard a shocking news that Ban Hua planned to confess to a certain boy in the next class.

The unacceptable protagonist asked Ban Hua to ask if the rumor was true, and she gave a positive answer.

It turned out that she did not treat the protagonist as a love object from beginning to end, which made the protagonist feel betrayed.

He tolerated Ban Hua playing with other boys, and tolerated her being ambiguous, because he knew that he was the closest to her, but all this was just a delusion of a teenager, and the reality was cruel.

One night, the protagonist uses a note to invite Ban Hua out, and then strangles and blames the scavenger who came to the school to collect waste to escape the punishment of the law.

There is no ending to the story. It is written that the scavenger has been sentenced, and the protagonist begins a new life. The story ends. Maybe the author has not finished writing it.

This stack of novels was discovered by Wang Zi on the stone table in the community two years ago. Because the author's writing was too deep, the plot rendering was very good, and the similarity between him and the protagonist was so reluctant to throw it away.

And he also rescued the harassed Gao Jiajia from an old man who was picking up rubbish after reading the novel.

At that time, Wang Zi even regarded this stack of A4 paper as the golden finger in the online novel, not only wrapped it in the cover but also named it the book of prophecy, and frantically searched for the rest of the story.

Later, Wang Zi's mind gradually matured, and he gradually calmed down when he reached the third year of junior high school.

Like the protagonist in the book, he enjoys sharing secrets with Gao Jiajia, and firmly believes that he will not repeat the same mistakes as the protagonist.

Because the red rope tied on his left hand was a gift from Gao Jiajia, and he didn't take it off when it was fluffed. He was different from the dog-licking protagonist.

The arrogance of people can make people not recognize themselves, in fact, he is no different from the protagonist.

Wang Zi recalled the plot in the novel, recalled the sincere emotions of the protagonist in the story and applied it to himself, recalled the bits and pieces of what he and Gao Jiajia had experienced, and jealousy and anger overwhelmed his mind.

He disguised Gao Jiajia as suicide according to the method introduced in the novel. Even if he found out that it was not suicide, he could put the crime on the glasses.

It was with these two layers of insurance that he could do such a crazy thing with confidence.

Now, as long as the gloves used in the crime are destroyed, there is no more evidence to prove that he killed Gao Jiajia.

Ai Liang, who knew the ins and outs from memory, was speechless for a long time, and after a long time he took a sip of water and let out a long sigh of relief.

Ai Liang hunched over and stared blankly at the people coming and going in the supermarket, quietly waiting for night to fall.

......

I don't know how long it took.

Ai Liang's dazed appearance happened to be seen by the students of the same school who came to the supermarket to buy things. He was more or less a celebrity in the school, or a well-known one.

Year 1 has been Ai Liang's since he came to this school. He will be named and praised at every school meeting, calling on everyone to learn from him.

Often speaking as a student representative, coupled with that handsome and handsome face, it is difficult not to be famous.

Seeing Ai Liang's dazed appearance, the classmate thought he was emotionally hurt because of Gao Jiajia's incident, so he bought a package of marshmallows at the supermarket to show him.

Although Ai Liang didn't know the strange female classmate staring at his face, she still said thank you.

Seeing that Ai Liang had no other action, the classmate pouted and left.

Wang Zi had no intention of going out during the day, and Ai Liang had no intention of leaving, so he just sat there until dark.

At night, the number of people in the supermarket gradually increased.

Ai Liang didn't wait for Wang Zi to go out, but instead met the classmate that afternoon.

"You're still here, haven't you come home after sitting all afternoon?"

The female classmate did not leave directly this time, but sat down next to Ai Liang.

I would like to ask all of you here, if one day during your student days, you found that the beautiful woman in the class was sitting on a bench without moving for an entire afternoon.

Would you turn a blind eye and leave if she saw you and you saw her?

This is a godsend, the classmate was going to try again, and she started talking to Ai Liang.

"What's up?"

Ai Liang turned his head and glanced at her expressionlessly.

He must be trying not to let himself cry!

The girl looked at Ai Liang's unhappy expression and felt sorry for him: "It's nothing, I just saw you sitting here all afternoon wanting to chat with you... Is it because of Gao Jiajia?"

"Excuse me?"

Ai Liang looked at her suspiciously, who is this person?

I don't want to admit it, but it's so handsome to be alone in pain.

The girl couldn't help showing a smirk, but she quickly reacted and coughed twice with a deep face: "Cough, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that Gao Jiajia doesn't want you to be depressed all the time, right? Let go of the unbearable past. Starting a new life is the greatest tribute to the deceased."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at the ceiling of the supermarket.

Is this guy out of his mind?

Rao is Ai Liang's emotions and anger now, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

The girl's eyes were almost blinded by the lights in the supermarket, and she couldn't hear Ai Liang's answer. She had no choice but to quietly observe Ai Liang's reaction from the corner of her eye.

Failed! Can't see anything now!

After staring at the light bulb for so long, the sight is full of black shadows.

"Alas, you have to cheer up anyway!"

She patted Ai Liang's direction by feeling, but luckily she patted Ai Liang's shoulder: "It's getting late, hurry home!"

After speaking, the spirited girl turned around and walked towards the supermarket exit, and then her forehead hit the glass door.

"Tsk, it hurts..."

When such a shameful thing happened, she didn't care about her temperament and ran away. She fell at the door and lay on the ground for about two seconds. She suddenly got up and sprinted to disappear from the sight of passers-by.

'The encounters in the TV series are indeed deceitful! ’

"Where is this funny..." Ai Liang looked at the direction where she disappeared speechlessly.

According to the plan, she left a deep impression on Ai Liang's heart perfectly, but unfortunately it was all negative.

The night gradually deepened, and everyone who came out for a walk also went home to wash and sleep. The supermarket was about to close. Ai Liang found a bench in the nearby garden to sit down and wait for Wang Zi to go out.

Anyway, his parents seldom go home, and they would never find out that he didn't go home at night. Even if they found out, they probably wouldn't care. In their minds, it would be better if Ai Liang was gone.

The lights of the residents in the community went out one by one. This is not the city center, and there are no entertainment venues nearby, so there are few pedestrians. Only the patrolling police will occasionally pass by.

Ai Liang threw away the mineral water bottle and stood up - Wang Zi, he was going out.