King Crazy Game

A surveillance video that has been clearly restored using post-production technology.

Eleven-year-old Lin Zicheng stood in a small garden, holding a struggling rabbit in his hand. He looked at the person in front of him with pleading eyes and sobbed softly: "I can't do it. This is an innocent life."

The old man opposite was tall and slender, with a straight back without a trace of hunchback, as if he was using the last of his blood to support his long-decayed body. His angular face was covered with wrinkles, and his sunken eyes were sharp and cold.

The hand, which was only covered with a layer of white skin, grabbed the struggling rabbit and asked softly, "Is it cute?"

The voice sounded gentle, like a tiny bit of sound squeezed out with difficulty from a cracked sponge.

"Ah."

Lin Zicheng seemed to be relieved and raised his head. His affectionate peach blossom eyes, which had just appeared in his childhood, were clean and clear, with the corners of his eyes slightly curved.

There was a dazzling metallic light, the rabbit struggled for a few times, and suddenly stopped moving. Bright red blood dripped from the rabbit's abdomen onto Lin Zicheng's shoes.

"You're useless. You can't even do such a simple thing. How can you be the heir of the Xia family? You're even more useless than your mother."

The old man dropped the sharp blade that killed the rabbit and turned away in disappointment.

Lin Zicheng stood there motionless. The rabbit was lying on the ground, and its bright red blood flowed into a red stream, gathering on the soles of his shoes.

The screen went black, then lit up again. Lin Zicheng stood in an empty room with an expressionless face, holding a knife tightly in his right hand. Blood dripped onto the ground with the knife. The ground was littered with the corpses of various animals, and the bright red blood turned the whole room into a huge pool of blood.

"If you want to win, you must take control of all ownership, including those lowly lives. Only by taking control of their fate can you better control them."

The screen went black again, and when it lit up again, Lin Zicheng's peach blossom eyes had become icy cold. He still held a bloody knife in his hand, but there was only the old man at the beginning under his feet.

Xia is Lin Zicheng’s mother’s surname. The old man in the video should be Lin Zicheng’s grandfather, Xia Detang.

Shen Qingning had heard about this man from her grandfather. Xia Detang was a sadist with a strong desire for control. Lin Zicheng's mother was also deeply affected. After marrying Lin Zicheng's father, her desire for control became even stronger. She could not even fully trust him just to go to the bathroom.

In the end, Lin Zicheng's father couldn't stand it anymore and ended the marriage when Lin Zicheng was very young.

That is why Mr. Lin had not allowed Lin Zicheng to have any contact with the Xia family. But when Lin Zicheng was eleven years old, his mother was killed by the white tiger he had raised since childhood, so Mr. Lin was forced to let Xia Detang take Lin Zicheng away to attend the funeral.

It was after that summer vacation that Lin Zicheng developed mysophobia. He didn't like people touching him, and he didn't like the smell of blood. He built an airtight wall around himself, blocking everyone out and locking himself in.

Shen Qingning recalled Song Nian's attraction to Lin Zicheng in Country A, and suddenly found some common points in the beauties that Lin Zicheng liked.

The weak life struggles hard at the last moment, the stunning beauty of a moth to a flame is exactly the same as the bleeding rabbit in the video.

Shen Qingning looked at the cold and beautiful boy in the video for a long time. Finally, he raised his slender index finger and gently wiped the boy's barely noticeable trembling eyelashes, as if soothing his anxiety through the screen.

“This gift really touched my heart.”

Lin Zicheng took Li Yize back to the police station. On the way, Li Yize asked suspiciously, "Did Zhang Guan's mother really burn herself and her husband to death?"

"What do you think? Many families raise their children with great difficulty, hoping that their future life will be better than now, right?"

Li Yize paused, and understood what Lin Zicheng meant by "making amends for one's mistakes". He recalled a family conflict he had mediated before. The situation was probably very similar to Zhang Guan's. A half-grown child stood beside him and asked helplessly, "Uncle policeman, what should I do? My family only relies on me, who should I rely on?"

Li Yize encouraged him at the time, saying that as long as he studied hard, he would have a good future.

The child said nothing and hung his head.

Thinking about it now, he must have thought that he was an idiot who could only say nice things, just like all the other people in the world who could only say a few words of comfort.

"How do you know Fang Nanjin is pregnant? She didn't look like a pregnant woman when she came to the police station."

"When I invited Zhang Guan to dinner, he called Fang Nanjin 'wife'. In the eyes of many unmarried people with strong traditional values, calling someone 'wife' most likely means that the woman is pregnant. I just guessed casually at the time."

Li Yize was stunned. Lin Zicheng, who played chess very accurately, sometimes also relied on guessing?

"You and Wen Yan have been investigating Ma Feng for a long time, right? You have known for a long time that he was running errands for Jinhuandai, and those words at the dinner table were said to me and Zhang Guan. From the beginning, you knew that Ma Feng would die, so you let Fang Shanchi deliberately provoke him, and then brought in Fang Nanjin to point the finger at Jinhuandai, and then sent the video of Ma Feng in Jinhuandai to me, and with the help of the power of the country, you brought down Jinhuandai."

"Policeman Li, you have become smarter. It will be much easier to play chess in the future."

"Why are you doing this? And why did you ask me to keep an eye on Li Wei?"

"When the game is over, you will know."

Li Yize glanced at him and didn't ask any more questions. Sometimes he felt that Lin Zicheng seemed to know the fate of everyone in the game, Zhou Lichu's case, the game on the cruise ship, the death case in City B, and even the current Ma Feng case.

Everyone who dies is in the right place at the right time.

Sometimes Li Yize even wondered whether this huge game was operated by Lin Zicheng alone.

Shen Qingning put the USB drive back into the envelope, and the sports car that had just stopped left the hotel again.

There were few guests during the day, and only the idle dudes who had nothing to do would call their friends to come here for entertainment. One of the dudes was Qin Muyuan, who sat in a circle of young and beautiful girls, and kept shouting, "Don't stop, whoever can hold more red wine will get a super big red envelope today."

When the girls heard about the super big red envelope, their eyes lit up. For someone like Qin Muyuan who was not short of money, the super big red envelope would definitely not be less than six figures. So everyone showed their best skills, poured red wine into their collarbones, and wished they were skinny and only had skin and bones left.

A long-haired "beauty" looked down at the men and women around Qin Muyuan and left quietly.

"Hi, beautiful lady." Shen Qingning reached out to stop the long-haired "beauty" who was about to leave. "I didn't expect that we would meet again."

The long-haired "beauty" looked at him coldly and reached out to push away the arm in front of her, but Shen Qingning took the lead and pressed him against the wall.

Shen Qingning leaned close to his ear and whispered, "How can a beauty like you only be Gu Jinan's errand boy?"

The long-haired "beauty" turned her head and sneered: "Master Shen, why do you say that?"

"You should run errands for me too. The tip I give is no less than Gu Jinan's." Shen Qingning smiled seductively, "He An, I should call you that."

When He An heard this, he pushed him away with all his strength, smoothed his messy hair and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Ah?" Shen Qingning pretended to be surprised and asked, "Gu Jinan gave me a great gift that I really wanted, so I shouldn't return the favor?"

A flash of joy flashed across He An's beautiful face, and she snorted coldly, "Are you willing to cooperate?"

Shen Qingning smiled softly: "Miss He, I guess you misunderstood what I meant. I have to report that it was something else, such as how to quickly let the police discover Jin Huandai's secret."

He An suddenly showed a fierce look and said coldly: "It seems that the eldest young master of the Shen family has not yet seen the situation clearly."

"Oh?" Shen Qingning touched his lips and smiled evilly, "What's going on? A video made me suspect that Lin Zicheng is a sadistic killer in disguise with a desire for control? And then you asked me to stay away from Lin Zicheng and join your camp. Are you too naive? Or do you think I'm too stupid?"

As he said this, he stuffed the envelope containing the USB flash drive into He An's hand and said word by word, "Tell Gu Jinan that anything I, Shen Qingning, likes is a dead object and no one else is allowed to touch it."

He An held the envelope tightly, his eyes bloodshot, as if he was ready to pounce and bite Shen Qingning as she left.

"Mr. Qin, what are you looking at? Aren't we good-looking?" A beautiful girl leaned against Qin Muyuan delicately, waving her slender hands in front of his eyes.

Qin Muyuan retracted his gaze, picked up the wine glass with a smile, and poured red wine on the girl in his arms: "This is fun."

"Ouch, it's all wet. You have to compensate me."

"Okay, okay, I'll compensate you no matter how much."

Qin Muyuan drank the red wine handed to him by the girl in one gulp and laughed.

Lin Zicheng just returned to the hotel and saw Shen Qingning standing at the door like a security guard. When she saw him coming back, her eyes curved into a line, like a hunter who saw his prey running away and automatically came back, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.