night escape

In the Yanjiang Road Police Station, a criminal was sitting in the interrogation room. He looked at the incandescent lamp above his head with distracted eyes. He seemed to have accepted the fact that he was arrested.

The police found forty "death plans" from the criminal's computer, including "murder plans", "suicide plans" and "accidental death plans".These "death plans" are written in a very detailed and orderly manner, and the time span of the plans varies from time to time. What's even more incredible is that some plans were created even ten years ago.

In other words, this person had already started to make a "death plan" ten years ago, and during these ten years, forty people died indirectly or directly because of his "plan".

The identities of the 40 people have not been fully verified.There is a folder in this person's computer that collects photos of other people's deaths, and arranges them in numerical order, which happens to match the numbers of all the proposals.

"Pervert, murderer!" Li Tingjun has always had a strong sense of justice. He hurriedly scanned the photos of dead people on the computer, and couldn't help but curse. A meal of that pervert without guilt.

"Officer Li, there are 41 photos." Xiao Qi said.

"What? One more card?"

Xiaoqi clicked on the small icon, and a photo popped up on the screen: "It's this one, there's no number, and I can't find the corresponding proposal... But why does this boy look familiar?"

Li Tingjun was stunned, because he recognized the person in the photo, who was Duan Ye from ten years ago!

"Old...old three!" Li Tingjun couldn't take his eyes off the computer screen, he subconsciously waved his hands and hurriedly called Liang Ye.

"Don't make noise, I saw it." Liang Ye came from behind Li Tingjun, his face was not looking good, "Give me a backup of this photo, and then delete it."

This photo was taken at the scene of Duan Ye's car accident ten years ago. In the photo, he was covered in blood, and it was hard to tell whether he was in a coma or dead.

Liang Ye only knew that his mother Liang Mei had arranged for him to fake his death in a car accident, and he could not know more details.But the result is obvious, Duan Ye survived the accident, he did not die.

But who was involved in planning this fake death incident?Would any of them really want him to die in this fake death accident?And who stopped it so that the accident finally went according to the original plan and successfully helped him escape?

Liang Ye suddenly realized that he should be the only one who didn't die in the "death plan" list.

Thinking about it carefully, there should be a lot of unknown inside stories about the events of the Duan family's misfortune back then...

"This..." Xiaoqi obviously didn't recognize the person in the photo, and didn't understand why Liang Ye asked him to delete the evidence, so he could only look up at Li Tingjun.

"Do as he said, back it up to us, and then delete this photo, don't ask or think about anything, do you hear me?!" Li Tingjun looked serious. In his career as a criminal police officer in the past few years, he has never done anything illegal. It was a matter of procedure, but tonight for Liang Ye, she made an exception time and time again.

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After the two got the photo, they fell silent tacitly and walked into the interrogation room.Liang Ye kept walking against the wall, half of his face was covered by Li Tingjun. After sitting down, he leaned back against the back of the chair. It was a very leisurely posture, and his face was always hidden in the darkness where the light could not reach. , making it impossible to see his face clearly.

The vile criminal inside had been staring at Liang Ye since he saw them coming in. He was eager to see Liang Ye's face clearly.

Li Tingjun slapped the desktop a few times angrily: "Zhao Tong, do you know that instigating, luring, ordering, and coercing others to kill or commit suicide are all crimes of intentional homicide? You instigated Yang Zixian to poison his parents and then ordered him to commit suicide, do you know that?" Is this intentional homicide?"

Zhao Tong, whose contemplation was broken, with his messy hair, raised his eyes and glanced at Li Tingjun, and then let out an extremely unpleasant hoarse voice from his throat, as if someone had rubbed his vocal cords with sandpaper It's so hard to hear.Zhao Tong said, "Yes, officer."

"You have enmity with their family?" Li Tingjun frowned, resisting the discomfort that the voice brought to him.

"Of course not. It's a good deed, officer. He wants to commit suicide, so I'll help him make suggestions, that's all." Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes and smiled ferociously. His face became as uncomfortable as his voice.

Li Tingjun's face remained unchanged: "How did his parents die?"

"He wanted to kill his parents by the way. I made a favor and helped him write an extra murder plan."

Li Tingjun frowned: "You also gave him the sodium cyanide?"

"As I said, I'm only responsible for writing the plan. I don't know about drugs. That's another supply chain." Zhao Tong answered without any psychological burden, as easily as he was answering what he had for dinner tonight.

Li Tingjun and Liang Ye looked at each other, and continued to ask: "What supply chain? Be clear!"

Now Zhao Tong didn't answer immediately. He looked and looked at Liang Ye, who had never said a word, and asked, "This police officer looks familiar, have you bought my death plan before?"

Li Tingjun stood in front of Zhao Tong, blocking his sight: "Don't fucking change the subject! Answer whatever you ask!"

"Heh..." Zhao Tong sneered, "Can this police officer answer my question first? I have a ten-year-old photo in my computer, and the person on it looks a bit like the police officer in front of me..."

"Is that the person you're talking about?" Liang Ye changed his original posture of leaning on the back of the chair. He leaned forward, his stern face was finally exposed to the light, and his mobile phone screen was facing Zhao Tong. It was a picture of myself covered in blood ten years ago.

Zhao Tong became excited all of a sudden: "It really is you! I said that I did not admit the wrong person. Ten years ago, someone wanted to cause a car accident for you. I sold the death plan to that person. At that time, I went to the scene to take pictures. The proof of your death... but why are you not dead?"

Liang Ye questioned: "Who did you sell it to? Whose arrangement did you follow?"

"I saw you die with my own eyes... how did you survive?" Zhao Tong asked him lying on his stomach, the answer seemed to be very important to him.

"You want to know?"

"No one... I said that I made a death plan, and no one has ever escaped alive."

"So you call yourself 'Death God'?" Liang Ye squinted his eyes. At first he thought this title was a bit funny. That's what he saw from Zhao Tong's death plan. Every plan was signed with "" Death".At first glance, it looks like a nickname of Incomparable Secondary School, but after truly understanding the meaning of this name, it makes people shudder.

"You know hahahahaha...you know...since you know my identity, why are you still alive?" Zhao Tong laughed maniacally, expressing his inner arrogance to the fullest.

Li Tingjun glanced at Liang Ye and motioned him to stop talking nonsense with this lunatic.

"Why are you laughing! Hurry up and tell me who you sold the plan to!" Li Tingjun slapped the table angrily.

"I'm only telling you, I have nothing to say to others." Zhao Tong stared at Liang Ye.

Li Tingjun's fire is coming, what time the fuck is he still showing off!As soon as he was about to make a move, Liang Ye stopped him and asked him to avoid it for 10 minutes.

So Li Tingjun had no choice but to slam the door and leave.

"There are also monitoring and recording, turn them off." Zhao Tong pointed to the monitoring in the corner and the camera in front of him.

Under his gaze, Liang Ye turned off all the machines in the interrogation room. The reason he did this was to gain Zhao Tong's trust.He couldn't understand the madman's thinking, but he knew that if he wanted to continue the interrogation at this moment, he could only start a tug of war with him.

"Okay, tell me, why can you only tell me?"

Zhao Tong smiled grimly, and said hoarsely: "In the past ten years, no one has survived my death plan, and you are the only one. I think you are qualified to listen."

"Oh..." Liang Ye sneered, "That's really an honor."

"You tell me why you are not dead first."

Liang Ye glanced at him unemotionally. A perverted murderer wants to turn his back on his client?

"First of all, Zhao Tong, you have to understand that I am not curious about your experience. I will find out the people behind you and what you have done sooner or later. But after tonight, you may not have a chance to know How did I escape the death trap you designed, think about it carefully, whether you answer my question first, and then wait for my answer, or we can end the conversation here, I don’t care.”

Liang Ye's interrogation style has always been different from person to person. Talking to a lunatic, the first few polite words are to relax his vigilance, but if the lunatic has an attack, there is no need to continue trying to reason with a lunatic.

Liang Ye waited for a few seconds, stood up impatiently and was about to leave, but was stopped by someone.

"Don't!" Zhao Tong has never missed a shot. Compared with the punishment he is about to face, he is obviously more eager to know how Liang Ye survived in the first place.So after a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke: "I am the supplier of 'BlindSpot', codenamed 'Death'."

That night, Liang Ye learned from him for the first time that the secret dark web site they had tracked down for a long time was called "BlindSpot".

"BlindSpot, blind spot." Liang Ye secretly thought about the meaning of this word.

According to Zhao Tong's description, this dark web site called "BlindSpot" is operating under all conventional networks. It is equivalent to a new type of "shopping" site, where anything can be sold and sold, such as drugs, Organs, services, even people.

Demand determines supply, and Zhao Tong became a supplier when the website was first established ten years ago, selling "death plans" on it, helping some people plan perfect crimes, and in his words, "solving problems" for others , He felt that this was the responsibility of the "Grim Reaper". He borrowed the hands of others to implement his own criminal plans again and again to satisfy his desire for crime. He enjoyed and immersed himself in it.

"Basically every time I go to the scene and take photos of the dead, this is the proof of my success." Zhao Tong's eyes were full of murderous desire. He looked at Liang Ye, as if he was going to take the only one from him in the next second. Those who survived the plan were killed.

And Liang Ye looked directly at this man full of killing intent: "You are killing people intentionally. According to the number of people you killed in the past ten years, the death penalty is capped at no more than indefinite period."

A crime is a crime, it doesn't have so much connotation, it's all the words of the criminals who are moved by themselves, Liang Ye doesn't need to understand the superfluous thoughts of these murderers.

And Zhao Tong, the self-proclaimed "Death God", the founder of "Death Project" who could kill thousands of miles away without using his hands, was stunned for a few seconds by Liang Ye's straightforward way of speaking.

"Tell me, what do you know about the core members of 'BlindSpot'?"

"You think too highly of me, officer, I'm just a small supplier..." Zhao Tong's laugh sounded even worse.

"Then let me change the question. To whom did you sell the death plan ten years ago?"

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I'm sorry, I've been too busy with work recently, it may last for a while and it will be slower, I'm really sorry!bow!

I have struggled with the setting of the "Murder Plan" part for a long time, and found that there are indeed related real cases, but I will not describe this criminal plan in detail.

Is writing getting worse recently?I am sorry.

The closer you get to the heart of the story, the harder it is to write.Writing Night Color is very challenging and stressful for me. I have basically revised every chapter I wrote recently three or four times, but I still feel unsatisfied.There is a lot of content to write, and I am afraid that the writing will not be good, which will affect the reader's perception, so that I will go back and revise it later...

Once again, I would like to say sorry to everyone who followed up!Maybe it's better to stock up on the text...

I wish you all peace and happiness