Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Wen Rong Explodes

Wen Rong murdered his wife and son

Wen Rong was arrested on the spot.

Wen Rong personally admitted his crime

Wen Rong, Chairman of the Board, Became a Prisoner

Wen Rong, I should have killed you long ago

Wen Rong curses his son

Wen Rong Worse than Beasts

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From the moment the handcuffs were put on Wen Rong's hands, the heat of the whole incident began to soar out of control.

The entire Internet was in uproar, starting with Wen Can’s applause and ending with Wen Rong losing control and shouting “I should have killed you a long time ago”.

Ten entries suddenly became hot searches, followed by several black-red “explosive” characters.

Short video platforms were flooded with related clips, major forums were dominated by the word "Wen", and even places where academics were usually discussed could see explosive discussions on the matter. No matter what the news title was, it was followed by a huge exclamation mark, and comments from everywhere were skyrocketing. The Wen Rong fan base that had just been established on several software apps was quickly exploded by the influx of netizens within no more than a day, just like Wen Rong's dream that was within reach but extinguished in an instant.

On someone's computer screen, the two words "Wen Rong" quickly piled up into an unprecedentedly huge word cloud, even surpassing the Undead Demon at one point.

At this time, it was only two minutes since Wen Rong was abducted and disappeared from the live broadcast screen.

But he eventually reappeared.

——He was handcuffed, with his shoulders and head pressed, and appeared outside the Wen’s Group building, amid a torrent of countless flashing lights.

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The pale light was like eternal lightning, crackling like a continuous noise.

Screams and shouts shocked the eardrums, and the air was filled with reporters struggling to squeeze forward, trying to raise the microphone an inch closer.

A feeling of suffocation came over me.

It's like falling into a deep ocean tens of millions meters deep.

The illusion of being unable to breathe and the rapidly cooling sweat all over his body suddenly woke Wen Rong up from his frantic struggle - it was no different from being struck by lightning.

He raised his head suddenly in a trembling state as if lightning struck his nerve endings, and his empty and blank pupils instantly reflected the endless crowd and flash lights.

Countless black cameras were pointed at his face one after another, and in front, behind, and on both sides of him were reporters whose faces were squeezed flat but who were still shouting with all their might.

"Wen Rong, did you really kill your wife?!"

"Wen Rong, why did you kill them?! What on earth are you dissatisfied with as the son of the Wen family?!"

"Wen Rong, how did you feel when you decided to kill Chi Wandao? Do you really think you are a human being?"

"Does your father know that you killed Chi Wandao and are going to kill Wen Can?"

"Have you had a twisted personality since childhood, so you are jealous of your wife and son?"

"Wen Rong, did you become a murderer because of lack of love?"

"Why do you kill people? You've already found life easier than millions of others!"

"Wen Rong, don't you think you are a beast?"

"Do you have nightmares at night? Have you ever dreamed that Chi Wandao came to seek revenge on you?"

"With what mood did you write that speech?"

"What are you thinking about when you do charity? Is it to atone for your sins or to better cover up your impulse to kill?"

"Did you kill your father too? Was the hospitalization just an illusion?"

"Is your mother still alive? Did you kill her too?"

"Did you kill animals as a child? Did you kill other people?"

"How old were you when you first committed a crime?"

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My ears were buzzing, but I could still hear those harsh and sharp questions.

It felt like I was walking on clouds and my legs were as soft as noodles, but I still stumbled along out of reflex.

The world is spinning.

The reporter's face overlapped and blurred in the flash.

Everything seemed like a dream.

There was a layer of separation between the picture and the sound, but his heart was actually contracting and shrinking into a ball, and then continued to be tightened by the steel wire until his flesh and blood burst out and blood oozed out, dripping all over his body.

An unprecedented, terrible nightmare.

Wen Rong thought in a daze.

Even in the most painful, darkest and darkest moments of his life, he had never had such a terrifying and out-of-control nightmare.

Every cell is trembling.

Every thought was running wildly.

He was involuntarily looking for a way out.

Instinct made him begin to regret it.

He shouldn't have lost control and yelled those words like crazy - how could he admit it? How could he admit it just because of the provocation of that little bastard Wen Can?

I regret it so much, ...

Wen Rong was pushed and squeezed in the crowd, and was hit by the cameras poking out from the gaps from time to time. He was in a daze, and halfway through his walk he suddenly twitched and made a dry heave.

I regret so much, I regret so much, I regret so much...

He shouldn't have admitted it, he shouldn't have lost control, how could he admit it himself!!! Is there any way to remedy it? What else can he do? What else can he do to save himself?

It’s all Wen Can’s fault, it’s all that beast’s fault.

I regret it so much... He shouldn't have kept him alive. He should have killed him long ago. Why didn't he find out earlier? Why didn't he find out? He obviously had doubts before? The old man obviously told him something... What did he say?

He should have discovered it himself in Southport.

In Nangang, yes, in Nangang, that beast saw his face but pretended not to see it, and pressed the mask back on his face in the dark... Why did he forget? Why did he pretend not to know? Why did he keep hypnotizing himself?

If he had been alert at that time, if he had discovered Wen Can's evil ambitions at that time, if he had started to investigate what was wrong with the little beast at that time... would this day not have happened?

I regret so much...

regret……

regret……

It could have been salvaged, it could have been…

When he was still a few steps away from the police car, Wen Can suddenly bent down and vomited.

His hands and feet were shaking, and his whole body was trembling.

He didn't dare to face it, didn't want to face it, and he felt ten thousand points of regret and one hundred million points of fear - the unbearable and violent fluctuations of emotions directly acted on every cell in his body, causing him to vomit on the spot.

"He vomited!"

"Close-up! Zoom in!"

"Slap him in the face! Slap him in the face!"

"Don't forget the vomit on the ground!"

"Disgusting!"

"Why are you vomiting? Are you disgusted by yourself?"

"Wen Rong, are you scared? If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?! You murderer!"

……

No one would sympathize with him because of the pain and embarrassment he showed at this moment.

Every inch of skin on his face, every painful expression, every violent spasm, became fodder for the camera and for the news.

The reporters were like hyenas seeing their prey, and they used their cameras to devour him more and more frantically.

Wen Rong was panicked by the unpleasant smell, and was as dazed and frightened as an unarmed child - he had been one of the people at the top of the pyramid since birth, elegance was his creed, calmness was his signpost, and he had been working hard for the words "dignity" and "honor" for most of his life.

But at this moment, all he could see was the filth he had vomited in public, and his peripheral vision was filled with cameras and microphones. He even seemed to hear the sound of his own vomiting being amplified and broadcast all over the world - this made him feel like he had fallen into a deeper nightmare.

What I see and feel at this moment is no different from the eighteen levels of hell.

“Oh God.”

There was a camera that captured him shedding tears.

Only the police officer who was nearby could hear his anxious prayer: "If this is a dream, please let me wake up. I will serve you for the rest of my life."

The female police officer following behind gave an absurd sneer and pushed the man into the police car without saying a word.

With a bang, the car door closed and the police car finally started successfully. It broke away from the crowd of crazy followers with difficulty and drove into the grim night of the city.

As the sirens spun with cold light, above the distant mountains, in the dark shadows, a bright light suddenly shot up into the sky like a meteor, rose to the highest point, and then exploded with a bang -