Chapter 362 Is the rebellious son an uncontrollable madman?
"Boom——"
The flames instantly swallowed his whole body. At that moment, he felt not only the severe pain of his skin being scorched, but a complete collapse .
His consciousness seemed to be burned into pieces by the fire, and each piece was printed with - Forensic Pathology Appraisal No. sdecs-458, District 9 Police Station.
"I am reproducing death on the autopsy report?"
Chen Yang wanted to scream and roar, but there was only a hint of hoarse air flow from his throat.
The chin was removed by someone, and even making a voice became a luxury.
He struggled and twisted in the flames, like a ignited insect, dancing around in the flames, and every twitching of his limbs was like a survival instinct making the final struggle.
He crashed into the furniture, fell on the floor, and got up again.
He struggled wildly, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but everything was in vain.
The flames burned stronger and stronger, his vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.
In the end, he was like a desperate beast. He used all his strength to hit the window, the passage to freedom.
"Crash--"
The sound of glass shattering tear through the dark night sky, and the flesh and blood body with flames jumped out of the window, and the night wind whistled in his ears. And then, he took away the few remaining strands of consciousness.
His body dragged the arc of flames and smoke in the air, like a burning meteor, proclaiming his end in a creepy posture.
"Bang--"
The sound of falling to the ground was dull and terrifying, like a large rusty piece of iron smashing into the mud.
The ground trembled!
The flames were still burning tenaciously on his body, making a "crackling" sound.
The firelight shone on the face, and the young and ambitious face had been twisted and deformed at this moment, with charred skin and bloody flesh, leaving only a piece of weird burnt flesh piled up there, like a mask from hell .
Upstairs, beside the window, a man wearing a snake-faced mask stood quietly.
His eyes passed through the eye holes of the mask and stared coldly at the burning corpses downstairs, as if admiring the artwork he created.
The night wind blows by, blowing the corners of his clothes, making a "rustling" sound.
He slowly took out a stack of paper documents from his arms, and the edges of the paper were slightly worn due to repeated reviews.
"It's late at night..."
He murmured to himself, and a gloomy laughter came from under the mask. "The little junior sister has been practicing martial arts so hard recently and doesn't have enough sleep time. I'll do this kind of rough work for my senior brother. I'll do it for me if I'm a little tired of it. .”
He said, his fingers shaking, and a corner of the document was ignited, and the flames spread rapidly, swallowing the paper.
The firelight shone on his mask, and the lines on the snake's face seemed particularly sinister in the light and shadow: "Otherwise, the younger sister will not grow tall, wouldn't it become the younger brother's sin? , that's not beautiful! ”
His laughter was sickly and gloomy, like an invisible snake circling up from the bottom of his feet, sneaking into the night with the wind...
Downstairs, Feng Ju stood at the scene of Chen Yang's death, his eyes dying Staring at the burnt corpse under his feet.
He stood straight, as if his body was still holding on to some majesty, but his heart was already overturned, and even a faint fear was slowly swallowing his reason.
The night is like ink, and the air is filled with a burnt smell, mixed with the smell of blood and the ignition of fuel, which is disgusting.
Chen Yang's body had been burned beyond recognition, his charred skin cracked, revealing the dark red flesh and blood inside, and his limbs were twisted into a strange posture.
Although the flames have been extinguished, wisps of blue smoke still emitting from the corpse, silently telling the despair and pain before death. In theory, this case has nothing to do with him. He is currently pursuing [fake case] and does not need to come. However, after hearing the news of Chen Yang's death, Feng Ju led the team to the scene as soon as possible.
Feng Ju squatted down and refused to wear gloves. His dark mechanical fingers would not leave fingerprints at all.
He reached out and gently pushed away the charred skin, revealing the crack that was pierced from his back.
The edges of the wound are neatly, and the blade pierces from behind, accurately avoiding the ribs and directly through the lungs.
"This technique?!!" Feng Ju's pupils suddenly contracted, and the autopsy report this morning immediately appeared in his mind.
That was a report made by Chen Yang and forensic Bai Ye, who worked together to frame Feng Mu. Unexpectedly... This autopsy report eventually became his own? ! !
The deceased was first pierced into his lungs, then burned by oil, and eventually fell to death from a high altitude... The way of death of Chen Yang's corpse was exactly the same as the autopsy report he had personally fabricated!
"Feng Mu, this rebellious son..." Feng Ju murmured in a low voice, with a complex emotion in his voice.
He walked out of the car, his eyes swept around, and every detail of the scene told him silently - this was the work of the stranger.
He had guessed that the rebellious son would take revenge on Chen Yang, but the revenge came so quickly and so cruel that he did not even let Chen Yang live tonight, and in such a similar way.
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A chill appeared in Feng Ju's heart, as if a cold snake was climbing up along his spine, wrapping around his heart, and slowly tightening.
"I have accepted that this rebellious son is different from the past and has grown a lot, but has he grown to such a cruel and cruel level?"
The charred corpse is more convincing than any report card. Feng Ju's throat was dry. Looking back on last night, he wanted to scold his son, and even the small matter of killing cannot be handled cleanly.
It's not like he was carrying a team of people, killing several [masks] in a row, but they all did it perfectly. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the stranger took another way.
As a father, he will kill people secretly and cover up his crimes;
As a son, he will kill people openly and be honest and free from crimes;
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Feng Ju couldn't make a comparative judgment for a while, but his face was already darker than the scorched corpse, and he felt inexplicably anxious.
He always thought he knew his waste son, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that he might have never really understood Feng Mu.
"This rebellious son acts so arrogant and cruel, he looks like a madman. Not only that, this rebellious son is also very revengeful, and he is completely revengeful and does not care about the consequences!"
Feng Juzhan He got up, took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see Dong Ping coming to hand the fire with the lighter.
Feng Ju coughed unhappily, and then Dong Ping suddenly came to his senses, took out his eyes from the scorched corpse, hurriedly took out the lighter, and helped Feng Ju light a cigarette.
Dong Ping asked carefully: "Captain Feng, how to deal with this case?"
The lights of the blue and white car hit Feng Ju's face, half blue and half white, and his face was half blue. He was in a state of confusion now. He heard this and took a deep breath of cigarettes and asked back: "What do you think?" Dong Ping swallowed and laughed dryly: br>
"Chen Yang accepted bribes and forged evidence. He was extremely guilty and knew that his future was dark, so he committed suicide because he was afraid of the crime and burned himself?"
Feng Ju did not answer immediately, but just smoked a cigarette quietly, his eyes falling on the charred corpse. superior.
Feng Mu's face appeared in his mind - a young and cold face, and those dark eyes that seemed to be bloody.
Feng Ju began to truly realize:
Feng Mu is no longer the waste son he thought, but has grown into something more fierce, cruel, dangerous and uncontrollable than himself... ..madman! !
Can Feng Mu be tied home with family affection like this?
Feng Ju sucked a deep breath of cigarettes, and after a while, she slowly spit out the smoke rings. She said a little tiredly: "Okay, just do what you said, and the body will be taken back to the bureau first. , after the forensic doctor has issued the report, he will directly take it to the incineration plant to burn it."
(This chapter is over)