Chapter 633 "Who Is the Detective: Pilot" (Eleven)

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah】

[山唧山唧]

[Nima’s scares me to death! ! ! 】

[Wonderful! Feng Zai’s improvisations are always so wonderful]

[Fuck, you’re crazy! This man is so powerful and terrifying]

[My husband is so crazy and handsome and I love him so much~(﹃)]

The barrage that comes with the work and the real official website barrage seem to be engaging in some kind of joint performance art. When viewed together, it is both absurd and funny.

However, Qin Feng didn't stop. Many viewers who thought they were familiar with his style were still looking forward to his sudden change of expression, but they never saw it.

"...Xiao, Xiao Zhanggui?"

His voice was trembling, and he leaned over to look at the corpse on the ground. His voice was very soft, like a feather.

Qin Feng's eyes turned red, with some tears, but the more obvious ones were bloodshot.

He trembled and slowly squatted down. The one finger he stretched out also trembled, and he carefully reached under the NPC's nose.

In two seconds, or maybe only one second, Qin Feng's index finger retracted suddenly. Not only this arm, but his entire upper body collapsed backward in shock, and he sat down on the ground.

He looked at Xiao Zhanggui's body, his body swaying uncontrollably, his legs and feet moving in vain on the floor, as if he wanted to escape in this position, but he couldn't move at all because of the huge shock and panic.

"……vomit!"

Qin Feng suddenly convulsed. He put his body on the ground with one hand and turned his head to retching. He immediately covered his mouth tightly, his brows furrowed, his eyes trembled in pain, and the whimpering sound of vomiting came out only from between his fingers. It was dull and sounded extremely desperate.

His tears just flowed down. I don't know if they were physiological tears brought about by the nausea or actual emotional drive, maybe both.

After just a few depressing seconds, Qin Feng put down the hand covering his mouth and took a few breaths in a disorderly manner. His eyes no longer dared to fall on Xiao Zhanggui's body.

He was panicked and frightened. He did not dare or could not face the fact that "he accidentally killed someone". Although his eyes were still blinking nervously, his eyes were completely unfocused. His whole expression was "six gods without master". An extremely appropriate comment was made.

After panting for a long time, Qin Feng stood up from the ground with his arms folded. In the process, he almost collapsed on the ground again because of his weak legs.

He stepped back step by step, but did not have the courage to leave. He looked left and right, as if he was trying to find a life-saving straw in this dark entertainment area.

Qin Feng just looked at it, turning his head erratically and moving his confused eyes until his eyes saw the board clip.

He seemed to have made some decision, and his body no longer shook so violently. He walked over, took the clip and pen to the sofa that was far away from the bar and the corpse, and could be said to be diagonal to each other. He knelt on the ground, pressed the ballpoint pen, pulled out a piece of white paper and put it on the top of the clip. Lie down with your head down and start writing.

my confession

sorry! sorry! sorry!

I am Tao Jing, I killed him!

…

he died!

I killed him!

I don't want to, I really don't want to

…

It was him first

…

Qin Feng, who was writing with trembling hands, suddenly stopped and yelled in collapse.

"He was the one who wanted to kill me first!"

He changed the ballpoint pen to red like crazy, and scribbled deeply and vigorously on what he had already written for most of the time.

This confession is increasingly similar to the "original" version.

"It was him first, it was him first!"

After ruthlessly scratching some words in the confession book into pieces, Qin Feng cried and threw the clip and ballpoint pen to the ground and threw them under the sofa.

He sobbed, hugged himself tightly with his arms, and cried as if he was about to convulse:

"He killed my sister...and now he wants to kill me..."

Qin Feng let go of his arms, buried his face deeply in his hands, knelt beside the sofa and cried bitterly, his shoulders and back shaking violently.

[Ah, my heart is clenched]

[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Miss Tao Jing (although she is played by Mr. Qin) is so pitiful, I give you a hug]

[It’s so true. Killing someone by mistake is so unexpected. It’s really easy to break down if you suddenly become a murderer]

Qin Feng's cries were muffled in his hands, but no one felt that it was inappropriate for a man with strong muscles and a well-proportioned body to cry like a woman.

The one kneeling there was just Tao Jing.

Although not physically, her soul is there.

…

"I understand!"

Zhan Xuesong, who was struggling on the sofa, finally stood up and fainted because he got up too hard.

"Security, pursuit of security..."

He pointed at the sofa with a ballpoint pen and said firmly, "This is a very common mentality of perpetrators, especially in manslaughter."

"Even if the murder was planned and carried out on their own initiative, many criminals still cannot face the fact of their crimes. They will feel uneasy and scared because they know that this is an undoubted crime and it is wrong. Therefore, their morality and conscience implicitly strongly condemned what they had done, which also contributed to their emotional panic.”

The more Zhan Xuesong spoke, the more coherent he became. He looked carefully at the angle formed by the pair of sofas and sighed:

"There is indeed someone hiding in this place, and this person is the murderer himself."

He pursed his lips, exhaled a deep breath, and said seriously:

“There is a phenomenon discussed in psychology that people seek small enclosed spaces and hide in them to gain a sense of security.

“This is actually a survival instinct engraved in the body. During the embryonic period, we were in the warm womb of our mother, where the space was narrow and confined. At the same time, instinct also tells us that in such a small space, you have less contact with the outside world. In other words, you have eliminated some potential dangers and are safer.

“This phenomenon is also applicable in criminal psychology. Because the prisoners know that they have done bad things and wrong things, they will feel that they are being watched by countless eyes under the rebuke and rejection of their moral conscience. They are afraid of these informed and righteous eyes, so they will look for small and closed places to hide.

“In such a confined space, everything is within reach and full of certainty. There will be no police suddenly popping out of the corner and raising a gun to themselves, and no one else will discover themselves or attack themselves, or even if there is, it is within their ability to deal with. Therefore, the prisoners will feel safe and subconsciously pursue this sense of security.

“On ​​the contrary, if they are exposed, it means that there are ‘invisible eyes’ all around them, and there is the unknown. Such potential eyes with ‘surveillance’ and unknown and uncertain environment are precisely the most terrifying for them. "

Zhan Xuesong stopped his narration and popular science, staring at the corner of the sofa with a serious look:

"To sum up. The murderer tried to hide here. It must be. "

...

Qin Feng stood up from the ground with trembling legs.

He looked around, his expression became more and more panicked, feeling that everything around him was so strange, the decorative portraits on the wall were alive, and even the light reflected by the wine bottles on the wine cabinet looked like eyes.

"No, no..."

Qin Feng lowered his head, shook his head, moved his feet, and unconsciously stood on tiptoe, as if the ground he stepped on had turned into a sea of ​​fire and a ball of righteous flames would roar up and wrap him up and fall into hell.

He raised his head in confusion and suddenly looked at the pair of sofas that were still neatly arranged.

Chapter 589 has been unblocked.