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

He cried so sadly.

The old man's choking voice made the air in the entire ward bitter and moist.

The hunched and skinny body huddled there like a mouse on the verge of starvation, looking gray, miserable and pitiful.

Anyone who sees this scene will be inspired to respect the elderly and pity the weak.

But Wen Can felt that the picture was like a two-dimensional animation, and he was just a bystander, or audience, outside the drawing paper.

He was not moved at all and even found it a little funny.

"So murder can be an example of the Broken Windows Effect. Because he killed someone, your expectations of him are lowered to just being a good person. As long as he is a good person, he will be back on track. He doesn't even need to pay the price for murder. Or in your eyes, as long as he reflects on himself and becomes a good person again, he has already paid the price?"

The old man's sobbing slowly stopped: "I..."

"Besides, can a murderer be a good person?"

He looked up at the sky and thought, not sure if he was asking the old man or talking to himself: "So in your eyes, my mother died in vain... What is she? Is she a person? No? Is she a pet? Or maybe not even a pet. She is just a checkpoint in your son's life. If you can pass it, then pass it. If you can't, then just spend money to buy props to force your way through, and then continue to walk to the end without any pain."

"no……"

Wen Can retracted his gaze and looked at the old man again: "You know that sound when a level is opened in the game - bang -"

He shrugged. "That's the sound when the explosion happened. Did you hear it? Bang—"

The old man's face was pale and his teeth were chattering.

"I have really heard it countless times." Wen Can closed his eyes, as if recalling, "After so many years, it is still very clear and loud, and it can explode in my ears at any time. You should really go and listen to it, the sound of a sports car exploding, the sound of a burning body, the sound of screaming, the sound of calling for help, and the smell of burning flesh..."

"A-chan!!!"

Wen Shengtian looked like he was about to faint.

Wen Can opened his eyes and looked at him, wondering, "What's so unbearable about that? That's weird. Didn't you help tow the car to the scrapyard to destroy it? Oh, I see. Before destroying it, you definitely didn't look at anything, including photos of the car, parts, and even the scrap report. You must have turned a blind eye to all of them, right? Just like you did to my mom."

"Ah Can!" The old man took a deep breath, "I know you have a lot of hatred and injustice in your heart, but people can't live on hatred! Revenge can't solve your..."

"Have you ever thought about what kind of person Wen Rong is?"

Wen Can interrupted him coldly.

Wen Shengtian was stunned.

"Everyone knows that he is a good man who loves to do charity, a good father who loves his wife, and a good father who dotes on his children. He has been cultivating this image for decades. But when did it start? Which parts are true and which parts are false? Why did he change from a human to a beast? Have you ever thought about it?"

"..." Wen Shengtian swallowed hard, "Don't say that about your father..." But he said this in a very low voice, and then began to answer the question, "No matter what, I believe that he was sincere to you and your son in the past 20 years!"

"Doesn't that mean that his transformation happened in an instant? Do you believe it? An ant suddenly turned into an elephant and crushed someone to death with one foot?"

"..."

"Why did he become like this?" Wen Can asked in an extremely pure manner, "Have you never thought about this question? - But in fact, as long as you think about it, as long as you discover your own escape, you will immediately discover something -"

Wen Can leaned down, looked closely into the old man's eyes, and told him seriously and calmly: "He learned it from you."

The old man stepped back in shock, but Wen Can approached him steadily again. Those words were like bullets and nails that penetrated into his skull inch by inch, trying to break his bones and make his head bleed.

"He learned this from you - this kind of cowardice, this kind of cowardice that dares not face his own sins no matter what happens, this kind of escapism that hypnotizes himself into not seeing the disaster even when it is right in front of him, this kind of arrogance that does not regard other people's lives as his own, and only regards his own life as the most noble - he learned all this from you - do you know? He had the opportunity to prepare in advance. You guessed it right before. Some of the wounds on his face in Nangang were caused by me. He wanted to kill me at that time but failed, and I saw his face - he also knew that I saw his face - he should have understood at that time how hostile I was to him, and he should have immediately prepared to fight back against me, but I only did one thing..."

Wen Can smiled slightly: "I just put the mask back on his face and said that I didn't see anything, and he...really believed it."

He laughed out loud: "He really believed it - he must have hypnotized himself countless times, because only in this way can he live more comfortably and more happily, and he can continue to be his distinguished future chairman with a bright future - does it sound familiar? Just like you don't want to admit that he is a murderer, you see, you are really exactly the same."

The back of Wen Shengtian's head was completely against the wall, but he had no way to escape these words as sharp as a knife. He could only stare coldly at the pair of eyes in front of him that were reflecting his old, ugly face like ghost fire.

"Look," Wen Can said softly, "Isn't this all your fault? It's you who made him become like this. If it weren't for your overly strict demands since he was a child, your frequent disappointed looks, and your deliberate suppression of me and belittling him - who knows? Maybe he wouldn't become what he is today."

"I..." He made a stiff sound through his teeth, "I didn't, I'm not..."

"What are you not? You want to say that you love him so much that you blame him? You are wrong. That is not love at all. You don't love him at all. You only love a qualified heir - you don't even love him now - you seem to be working hard for him and are even willing to die for him, but this is just a last-minute self-touching. You are more just for the company and the family. You have been fighting for your career and your face all your life. Your son is just a scrap in your life. You protect him just like you protect your own golden body and protect your trophy from rusting."

"You don't love him, you even hate him. It's your hatred and disgust that made him become what he is now."

"So, this is all your fault."

Wen Can looked at him seriously and said, "You are such a failed father - although you never want to face it and admit it, just like Wen Rong doesn't want to face it and admit that he is a complete beast."

The old man was shaking violently.