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There were huge barrels of wine, and the lids of the barrels had been opened, wantonly displaying their identity in the air.

The tape on the mouth had already been torn off by Lin Ci'an, but Lin Ci'an found that the other party still insisted on not speaking.

He thought he was a man of integrity, but that was not the case. Feng Shi was shocked by the large amount of gasoline in front of him and was stunned. Coupled with the effect of alcohol, when he came to his senses, he saw that the wall had been built to the level of his eyes.

"Stop... stop, I'll tell you everything you want to know, stop..."

Lin Ci'an slowly piled another brick on top, "You should know what I want to ask you?"

Lin Ci'an stopped what he was doing and looked at Feng Shi with cold eyes.

Feng Shi looked at the man in front of him in horror. He knew that if he didn't tell the truth, he might die here.

"I'll tell you...I'll tell you! The car accident ten years ago was caused by me driving under the influence! Looking around, there was no one escaping on the road..." Feng Shi said, panting.

Lin Ci'an frowned slightly and put away the phone that was recording the video in front of him.

"What was the license plate number?"

"The family's license plate number is Ji A????"

"Oh? You remember it so clearly."

"I was afraid that the victim would be identified based on the license plate, and I took the license plate away, which was under the bed in this room."

Lin Ci'an walked towards the bedroom, took out a wooden box from under the bed, and opened it to reveal the license plate.

Lin Ci'an walked back to Feng Shi, sealed her mouth with tape again, and continued to build the wall with an expressionless face.

"Uh...uuuu..."

Feng Shi's eyes flashed with fear. The height of the wall gradually submerged Feng Shi's head. The cement on the wall was not yet dry. Lin Ci'an shaved his hair and fixed a wooden barrel above his head. Then he filled the barrel with wine and drilled a hole in the bottom of the barrel to ensure that the wine in the barrel would drip onto the back of Feng Shi's head.

"Tick...tick..."

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the cement surface of the wall was finally dry. Feng Shi was tense all night. At first he tried to dodge, but later he let the wine drip on his head.

Lin Ci'an picked up buckets of wine from the back and poured them into the rectangular brick wall. One bucket, two buckets, three buckets... until Feng Shi was completely submerged.

The sound of struggling gradually faded away. Lin Ci'an packed up everything, left 404 and returned to 502.

But it was probably past 6 o'clock, and he ran into a couple on the 6th floor. The couple saw that he was covered in dust and thought he had fallen somewhere, so they showed concern for him. Lin Ci'an exchanged a few simple pleasantries and returned to 502. Soon, he kept his clothes the same, took a shovel in his hand, avoided everyone, got into the car, drove to the suburbs, dug a small orange tree from the suburbs, and returned home with the small tree, avoiding everyone again.

At 7 o'clock, the online account of "Justice Judge" uploaded Feng Shi's criminal evidence, crime video, and physical evidence to the Internet. At the same time, the Guangming Branch Police Station also received a license plate sent to the police station by a child.

For a time, the Internet was once again in an uproar. Previously, because of Lu Wei's incident, public opinion on the Internet was polarized. One side supported the righteous judge, who should enforce justice where the law could not protect him.

The other side believes that the judge has no power to enforce the law and his actions are in contempt of the law. This time, with the exposure of the license plate and the crime video, most people stand on the side of the judge. But there are still a small number of people who believe that even if Feng Shi is guilty, he should be punished by law instead of being lynched.

Lin Ci'an looked at the comments online without any ripples in his heart. He knew that even if Feng Shi was handed over to the police, the statute of limitations for hit-and-run had already expired. All he could do was to make the crime receive the due punishment in his own way.

At 7:30, all the police officers from the police station had arrived at Room 404 and found Feng Shi's body soaked in alcohol. The words cut from the advertisements were still on the cement wall, spelling out little by little: Uncontrolled overeating will eventually desecrate life. Among the players, except Zhou Bingtong and Ji Qingyu, Nan Qiao, Hou Yimian, Hui Xizhou, Sun Yidu, and Zhu Zhixin had all been called back to the police station by the director to carry out this mission.

After forensic examination, it was found that the deceased Feng Shi died between 6:00 and 7:00 in the morning, and there were signs of torture before his death.

In the morning, all the people in Building 1 were summoned one by one. Chu Ziyu was in the hospital and was not present. Soon, the police found that Lin Ci'an was abnormal. The couple in Room 6 on the 602th floor said that they saw Lin Ci'an at around 6 o'clock in the morning, and he was covered with dust.

The suspect immediately locked on Lin Ci'an.

Lin Ci'an, who had not yet left home and was planning to deliver his breakfast to the hospital and then go to the police station, suddenly heard the doorbell and opened the door.

"Nan Qiao from Guangming Police Station, this is my police ID, please come with us."

Seeing this, he had no choice but to put the thermos into the refrigerator and leave with the others.

"Boss, Boss, Lord Lin has been captured."

Chu Ziyu was still lying leisurely on the hospital bed. After all, his illness was real and the treatment was indeed very painful. He had to rest for a whole night before he recovered.

He knew that Lin Ci'an had deliberately exposed the information in order to clear his suspicion, and he probably guessed what he was thinking. But this process was too difficult, so Chu Ziyu planned to help him speed up the process.

The glaring light shone on Lin Ci'an, making his eyes dry and uncomfortable.

"What were you doing between 6:00 and 7:00 this morning? Someone saw you coming up from downstairs, covered in dust."

"My partner is sick. I came back from the hospital and went to the suburbs." Lin Ci'an remained calm.

"What are you doing in the suburbs?" Policeman Nan Qiao continued to ask.

"I dug an orange tree for my partner. There is hope for his eyes to recover. He loves orange trees the most. I hope that after he recovers his sight, the first thing he sees is this orange tree." Lin Ci'an was very calm.

Nanqiao's expression was hesitant, but the current copy was a society ruled by law, and without strict evidence, he could not be imprisoned.

"We need to verify your testimony and will search your home accordingly. Once we confirm that it is correct, we will let you go the day after tomorrow."

Lin Ci'an nodded.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door and a policeman walked in with a document.

"We found out. We found the kid who delivered the license plate. According to his confession, a tall, fat man hired him to deliver the license plate to the police station last night..."