Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

After Li Xiangnan’s words, “Your family doesn’t even have soup to offer you a sip,” the room was filled with a deathly silence for a long time.

But it is precisely this deathly silence that possesses a distinctly different color!

His words were like a match falling into boiling oil!

On the soft chair, Chen Hanguo, who had been silent, suddenly tensed up as if in a rage. His neck, arms, forehead, and all the exposed skin were now covered with bumps that looked like earthworms.

He let out low growls like those of a wild beast, not the clear and confused voice of a boy, but rather the murky, coal-dust-like quality of a deep mine, the resentment crushed by life, and the ferocity that bordered on madness!

"What do you know! Shut up! Those beasts... they're all beasts! Long Nima! I, Long Nima!"

A series of hoarse roars came from deep within his throat, sending chills down one's spine. The restraints creaked and groaned as he struggled violently.

“You think those neighbors are good people… They’re all bastards, beasts… They should all go to hell with those bastards… Waaah, go to hell…” Chen Hanguo cursed with a ferocious expression, spittle flying everywhere, every word filled with deep-seated hatred.

Li Xiangnan frowned as he looked at the person opposite him, pressing Chen Hanguo's hand firmly.

However, Chen Hanguo tried to lift his hand that was being held down, but seeing that the force was too great and he could not break free, he tried to open his mouth to bite the other person, venting his anger on foul language.

"I'll haunt them even as a ghost...those people...they just stood by and watched me die...I'll skin them alive, tear out their tendons, and drink their blood...hahaha...waaaaah..."

Chen Hanguo was both crying and laughing, his words were vicious, and his gestures were extremely exaggerated.

Behind the observation window, everyone was shocked and involuntarily held their breath.

Although everyone was used to Chen Hanguo's madness and was prepared, witnessing a handsome young man suddenly become so violent and ruthless was still a shock to everyone, both visually and mentally!

Fan Deting's hands tightened again and again, his palms already covered in cold sweat. Several times he turned to look at Director Qi, trying to stop the entire interrogation!

Chen Hanguo's emotions also began to spiral out of control. No matter how Li Xiangnan asked him questions, he stopped responding and became engrossed in his endless cursing and hatred, even repeatedly uttering vulgar and vicious words, filled with the cruelty and despair of the lowest rungs of society.

He even transferred his resentment to others, repeatedly arching his upper body and attempting to headbutt Li Xiangnan, who was standing right next to him.

The situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control, and a dangerous atmosphere filled the small interrogation room.

Professor Wang Ming was stamping his feet anxiously in the next room. "Director Qi, didn't we go too far with the stimulation? He's so aggressive now, I'm afraid it might harm Xiao Li!"

Qi Zhiyuan braced his hands against the glass, his face beaded with sweat. He was somewhat worried that Li Xiangnan wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure, and even afraid that he would mess things up today!

"Wait a little longer, everyone, wait a little longer. As soon as Advisor Li gives the signal, Director Fan, you take your men in and take Chen Hanguo into custody!"

"Yes!"

With Director Qi's assurance, Director Fan felt relieved.

At this critical moment, facing the face distorted by hatred and even beginning to attack him, Li Xiangnan did not pull back. Instead, he leaned forward, took a big step, and stood directly in front of Chen Hanguo.

He ignored the head-on collision that was almost hitting him head-on, his gaze like a long sword with a sharp edge, piercing straight into Chen Hanguo's eyes.

Suddenly gathering all his strength, his voice rose sharply, like a thunderclap of judgment, instantly cleaving away all the insults and foul language.

"Hu Jianjun!"

This name is like a spell that freezes you in place!

"Look at what you've become! You're like a rat in the sewers, hiding in other people's bodies and going crazy, wasting the opportunities others have given you!"

"You're such a disappointment. How can you face your mother who died so tragically? Speak up! How can you face your sister Xiaoqin? What were you doing when she was desperately pleading and calling out for her brother before she died?"

boom!

Boom boom!

Chen Hanguo!

Or rather, Hu Jianjun felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens.

All his crazy actions, violent roars, and attempts to attack Li Xiangnan froze and solidified in that instant!

All the expressions on that ferocious face vanished instantly under Li Xiangnan's gaze!

What replaced him was utter confusion and disbelief...

And the immense, terrifying pain that comes like a tsunami when you are recognized!

"You...you...who are you...how do you know...how do you know me...who am I..."

The roar and fury in Hu Jianjun's throat turned into fragmented sobs.

His fierce gaze melted away, leaving only endless desolation and grievance.

Like a child who had been lost and stranded on the platform all winter, finally found by their parents who called out that gentle name!

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Li Xiangnan's voice suddenly softened, carrying boundless gentleness and strength as he continued:

“Hu Jianjun! I not only know your name, but I also know that on that Mid-Autumn Festival, you happily came home from work at the mine… and you and your sister happily hung the red lanterns she had made high under the eaves. That day should have been the reunion you both longed for…”

This information comes from conversations with Hu Jianjun over the past few days, from those fragmented, seemingly useless words.

At this moment, Li Xiangnan picked it up as if it were a treasure, and he cleverly connected it, eventually turning it into a sharp sword that pierced into the depths of the heart of this person who had taken over the body and soul of another.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Hu Jianjun's shoulders trembled as he sobbed uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down his chest.

"They're all dead...dead..."

"My mother, my wife, my sister, they're all dead..."

"That night, they just stood by and watched someone die..."

"The blood that night... was like red lanterns..."

At this point, Hu Jianjun could no longer continue. He slumped into the soft chair, transforming from a raging beast into a grief-stricken ghost, leaving only suppressed, heartbreaking sobs.

At this moment, inside and outside the interrogation room, all was silent except for his uncontrollable weeping, which pierced through twenty years of grief, as he silently declared his grievances to the world.

Li Xiangnan sighed, gently placed his hand on Hu Jianjun's shoulder, and asked softly, "Hu Jianjun, tell me, where is your body buried?"