Fog Formula-Warning Book of Fog City Search Chief's Strange Talk

"This story begins more than 20 years ago, when I was just 10 years old and still in primary school."

"If you look back at my past experience from the perspective of a bystander, people may mistakenly think that I only knew the truth about my mother's death when I was an adult. But it's not, I knew it from the beginning. That man conspired with a third party back then I was there when my mother was killed, but unfortunately I couldn't prevent that from happening."

"In hindsight, it was probably the most dangerous time of my life. But if my mother had revealed a little bit about 'she knew about the conspiracy from me beforehand' before she died, the man would probably have killed him without hesitation. Kill me. Fortunately, she didn't. I don't know if my mother thought of this and protected me out of maternal love, or at the last moment, she was so sad that she died and gave up struggling. In short, I escaped that catastrophe .Successfully survived by pretending to be stupid."

"After it was over, I never mentioned it to anyone else because the man handled his hands very well and pretended it was an accident. All the relatives and friends at my mother's funeral were comforting him. And my mother only came I picked up a man in a suit, patted him on the shoulder and left. I knew that day that pointing out the truth of the matter was meaningless, and I couldn’t overthrow him, at least not at the time.”

"And that man was also very cautious. He didn't marry the third party after my mother died. Instead, he remained single on the surface and used a lot of outings and business trips to cover up the fact that he was not at home. At that time, he always He pays me monthly living expenses, and we live together, but I often don’t see him for a week. I don’t know why he keeps covering up after my mother’s death, but I just vaguely know that he and that third party have an affair. A child, a boy, technically my brother."

"So I started to hibernate. I inquired about the man's property in various ways, and calculated how long I could live on the property after his sudden death; I began to secretly collect evidence that might threaten him, and tried every means to learn about the third party. Looking for the loopholes I can find."

"At the beginning I was very unskilled in doing this and made many mistakes. But at that time I was very young and the man didn't suspect my motives. After my mother died, his thoughts were all on the third party and his son. Gradually I became more proficient and more secretive. This process lasted for a total of ten years. Until I was 20 years old, when I was sure that I had all the information I should have, I found my uncle , and knocked on his door."

"That was the first time I came into contact with the so-called 'Golden Way' in my life. I thought I would see a desperado wearing sunglasses, suits and ties like in the movie, but when I opened the door, I saw a topless A greasy uncle with exposed breasts and a beer belly. He sat at the gaming table and hugged the young lady. He was stunned for a moment when he saw me, and then he laughed. He asked me where I came from. She looked so much like someone he knew. Old man."

"Of course he would think so, because that day I put on my mother's clothes when I was young, just so that he could recognize him. I walked up to him and called him uncle, handed him his ID, and told him about the past. The truth, show him the evidence I collected. Then I told him that I am an adult, that boy is an illegitimate child and has no inheritance rights. Kill that man, and we can split his inheritance 50-50, half for each person."

"He ignored the price I offered, but he carefully read the evidence I gave him, and then asked me if it was true? I said it was true, but because the time was too long, the evidence was not comprehensive enough. There was no legal way to convict that man. But he laughed when he heard me and said 'no no no, we don't do this at all' and got his gun from behind the desk and stood up."

"At that moment, I knew that I was wrong. All the suits and ties are fake. Desperadoes should be like him, glamorous and sensual. Because everything they have is in exchange for their lives. They will die violently on the street, of course they have to enjoy it while they are still alive, and they will go crazy every day as if it is the last day."

"He went out and made a phone call, drove me into the bar where the man was, held a gun to the man's forehead, dragged him out of the bar, and then drove directly to the warehouse in the port area. We The man was interrogated there. The details of the interrogation don't interest you to know, and it turned out that the man finally admitted his actions. We 'processed' him there, and that was the first time I saw the 'extreme way of doing things'. "

...

"That was before Yong Ye, you killed him, and then sailed to throw his body into the open sea, right?"

Hearing this, Jian Shenxiu looked at her sharply, his red pupils were cold, with the chill of scrutiny.

"I remind you that murder is not an indictment. I can send you to jail on the basis of this recording alone."

"It's okay." However, the proprietress shook her head when she heard the words, she didn't say anything, she just showed a weird smile,

"That doesn't matter anymore."

"...Very good." Jian Shenxiu looked at her expression thoughtfully, and raised his hand to press the switch of the recording pen, but he didn't press it yet, and just looked at the proprietress opposite.

"Let me ask one more question, what happened to your uncle later, where is he active now?"

"Of course he died." The proprietress's expression didn't fluctuate, she just said calmly, "Yong Ye died soon after, in a street fight. It's not surprising that someone like him dies anytime. "

"I see." Seeing that Shenxiu pressed the switch, turned off the recorder, and nodded to her, "Go on."

...

"After dealing with him, my enemy is only the third party. The next afternoon, I cleaned up the blood of that man, put on decent clothes, and knocked on the door. I am confident I don’t know how many times I’ve walked this road in my dreams over the years, and only walking out of this room with a bloody knife can give me some comfort in my cold and sleepless night dreams.”

"However, when the little boy opened the door and timidly asked me 'who are you, sister', I was stunned. Facing this person who took away the childhood that should belong to me, I suddenly found that I seemed to be I don't hate him that much. Because after all these years, I don't really expect much from that man. Would you expect a man who killed your mother to buy you skirts, birthday cakes and barbie dolls? Of course I wouldn't either, For so many years, I have been used to being treated indifferently by that man, and I will not even feel much hatred because of it."

"So after hesitating for a while, I told him that I was his sister, showed him the photo of me and his father, lied that I had been studying abroad all these years, and I just came back today, and played a recording of the phone call between me and that man The child is pure-hearted, and he believed my words soon after hearing his father's voice. Then I suggested that we go downstairs to buy cakes and wait for my mother to come home. But in the cake shop downstairs, I blocked his sight .He didn’t see his mother enter the door, and he didn’t see his mother for the last time before the gas explosion.”

"I was sitting opposite him at the time, and the fire burst out from the window, illuminating his back and my face. I didn't tell him, but in fact, I have been to this store many times, through The window of the cake shop, watching my 'father' walk into the opposite house again and again. But since that day, no one will come out of the house. The blazing flames will burn all my unwillingness and anger Burned out. I give them back death, just as they took my mother's life all those years ago."