Zhou Lin

Twenty-one, Yin, it is suitable to get rid of people and bring in animals, but avoid starting work, opening a business, or going to work, and it is opposite to the monkey and the north.

After handing over the video, Hull waited at home for two days. During these two days, he only spoke a few words to the door-to-door delivery man and remained silent the rest of the time.

Basically, apart from eating, sleeping and going to the bathroom, he just stayed by his phone in a daze.

Whenever he was in a trance, the scene that happened in the "bunker" a few days ago would flash back in front of his eyes - for him at that time, taking out capsules from the stomachs of four corpses was nothing. It's okay, at most it's a little disgusting; but it's not that easy for him to make up his mind to kill that woman...

In the final analysis...self-defense and murder are two completely different starting points.

The former is to protect oneself from physical harm, while the latter is to harm others for some psychological satisfaction.

What makes Hull feel painful is that he himself does not have the kind of psychological appeal that needs to be satisfied by sadistic behavior - he can neither get happiness from this kind of behavior, nor has a particularly strong desire for revenge against the woman, he just I reached this point without even realizing it...and faced a choice I had to make.

There are many such choices in life, and one decision at that moment can change your life.

Naturally, Hull could choose to do the "right" thing. He could not kill the woman, he could call the police, and he could tell the police everything, including everything related to the judge.

What will be the result? He will most likely be detained, then picked up by FCPS and tortured until the other party deems him worthless, and then kicked back to the police.

At that time, if he is lucky, he may be released and become an unemployed vagrant again; but if he is unlucky...for example, the police do not believe his story (even though he told the truth), or those " If the family members of the "Supreme One" want to whitewash their children and kill Hull to avenge their children, he is likely to be convicted of "excessive defense" or even "intentional homicide", and be thrown into prison or even sentenced to death.

Of course, Hull can also do something "wrong". He can follow the judge's instructions, torture and kill the woman, hand over the video to the judge, and then embark on a path of no return controlled by the judge.

In addition, Hull can also do the "wrong and good" thing. He can negotiate a deal with the woman - the two collude to testify for each other, come up with a reasonable set of testimony, and push all the charges to the judge and the Supreme Court. For the perpetrators, the two of them played the role of victims... and then called the police after everything was discussed.

In this way, not only can the two of them return to society safe and sound, but they can also divide the black money in the "Killing Spree" fund pool; as for what will happen in the future...who knows? Maybe the girl will fall in love with Hull because of his kindness in not killing him, maybe their lies will be exposed and both of them will go to jail, maybe they will be hunted to death by gamblers on the dark web...

Life is like this. There is never absolute "right" or "wrong" in those major choices. Even moral right and wrong are full of contradictions; whether you do the right thing or the wrong thing, it doesn't matter. It may lead to good or bad results.

Some people have been doing the right things, but their lives have been chaotic. Others are morally corrupt and despicable, but they have become prosperous and prosperous.

Some people think that as long as the results are correct, sacrifices and compromises can be made in terms of means; but others think that good results obtained by any means have lost their meaning...

"Correctness" and "freedom" can never reach an agreement, and it is impossible to tell who is right and who is wrong.

These two things torture all people with conscience and morality in the world, including... Hull Schneider.

The point of the judge's arrangement that night was not to kill those "supreme ones" who had fallen to the point of depravity. Those people were nothing to him.

What the Judge really wants to kill...is Hel's conscience.

He succeeded.

Hull ultimately chose to do the "wrong" thing.

It’s hard to do the right thing, but it’s easy to do the wrong thing.

A person may not become a saint in a lifetime, but he can become a devil in just one thought.

When Hull began to vent on the beautiful girl, the physical pleasure quickly made him stop thinking too much; he sank in the sea of ​​desire, gradually becoming cold and crazy... His hypocritical self-persuasion was also shaken by a kind of Overwhelmed by unfamiliar, morbid excitement.

Some people may think that the woman deserved it, because she and her accomplices were perpetrators who killed strangers for profit and interest.

Some people may also think that although she was wrong, it should not have ended like this. She deserves to be judged by the law, not this kind of lynching that uses violence to fight violence.

But actually... none of that matters.

As mentioned above, this is another issue of correctness and freedom, and the judge does not care about this issue... This kind of issue is bullshit to him, and people who are obsessed with this kind of issue are Pussy to him... …

Hull cared about it two days ago, but after these two days, he... didn't care anymore.

Killing a person's conscience does not happen overnight. If Hull's conscience was stabbed that night, then in the past two days, his conscience was slowly bleeding to death.

Doing a bad thing does not make you a bad person. You are a bad person only when your heart adapts to the feeling of "doing bad things".

The judge did not contact Hull immediately after confirming the video, because he was waiting for this... If Hull's pain and entanglement did not ease in the past two days, and intensified, causing him to have thoughts of repentance, surrender, or even suicide, then He is useless; but if he adapts...accepts all this, he will pass the final test.

…………

Bah—bah—

The old electronic doorbell made a long, piercing sound.

The noise brought Hull's thoughts back from his memories. He looked at the time and found that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

When walking towards the door, Hull remembered that he didn't seem to be ordering takeout, which made his steps hesitate a little, but after a second, he continued walking towards the door because he guessed that it might be a salesman.

"Who is it?" When he asked this, Hel had already opened the door.

He is so bold now that when someone calls the door, he opens the door first and then speaks.

"Hello, my name is James Lance." Lance stood outside the door, still wearing a very casual summer dress, and his tone of voice was always frivolous.

Hull looked him up and down and then said, "Selling medicine?"

The neighborhood where Hull lives is a mess. Because the rent is cheap, there are often pimps, debt collectors, and marijuana sellers walking around.

"Are you an idiot?" When Lance said this, he opened the door and walked in. He squeezed past Hull and entered the house.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing, you bastard?" When Hel saw this, he immediately showed a fierce look and cursed.

"The 'medicine' you are talking about is one of the very few products in the world that does not need to be promoted. Have you ever seen someone selling that kind of thing come to your door and beg others to buy it?" Lance ignored the other party's shouting. He continued the topic he just talked about.

"Boy, I'll count to three..." Hel glared at him and continued, "If you are willing to go out by yourself, I will let you go..."

"I received your video." Unexpectedly, the next second, Lance said something shocking, "The content meets the requirements, but the filming is not good."

This sentence made Hel freeze up, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Don't be stunned, close the door." Lance didn't even look at Hel, he walked around the other person's house as if he were at his own home, and opened several drawers and cabinet doors from time to time to check.

"You..." When Hel came to the door, his tone had changed, and his expression was trembling, "You are..."

"Judge," Lance replied, "Haven't you guessed it yet?"

Hull stared at him for a few more seconds, then suddenly his face turned sharp, and he said sternly: "I don't know what you are talking about, who are you? If you don't leave, I will call the police."

"HO~" Lance smiled, "Not bad. As a person with little criminal experience, he is worthy of praise for being alert to this level."

Hull's expression remained unchanged: "I'll say it again, I didn't know you were..."

"Okay, okay, I'll prove it to you, don't worry." Lance interrupted him, and at the same time took out a mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, "Look out of your bedroom window, left hand Next, you should have an impression of the building across the street and the room in the middle of the third floor, right?"

Hull did not respond, but he naturally had an impression of the house that Lance mentioned, because his landlord lived there...

There is a kind of people in this world, like flies and bugs, who harass and annoy everyone around them all day long. Although everyone knows that they are extremely selfish and shameless villains and are afraid to avoid them, because their actions are legally Often they cannot be dealt with or receive only minor punishments, so they are still free to spread their foul-smelling venom.

The landlord in Hull was such a person.

He was a perverted old man in his sixties. He was very fast when collecting rent, but when there was a problem with the house, he would always push the envelope and never help solve it; he ignored or even covered up various safety hazards to trick people into moving in; he paid bills on bills He cheated, hid a pinhole probe in the female tenant's room, entered the house to steal things when the tenant was not around, or did other dirty things; he bullied the weak and was afraid of the tough, and was timid in front of the ruffians, and then vented his anger on the honest tenants and those who had just entered the city. He is extremely lecherous, and he has harassed everyone from poor students studying hard to work-study students to widows struggling to make ends meet with their children. Touching and touching is commonplace.

No one saw him as a human being, but sometimes, in order to survive, people had to deal with this bug.

"It's okay if you don't answer. After all, you still suspect that I am an FCPS agent, right? Haha..." Lance waited for a few seconds and then said, "Anyway, I want you to go to the door right now." When you see the window of your landlord's house, look into his house."

Hearing this, Hull still didn't respond, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he still headed towards the bedroom.

Hull's apartment was not big, with only two rooms inside and outside except the bathroom. He quickly walked to the bedroom window, opened the curtains a crack, and looked towards his landlord's room.

At this time, his landlord happened to be at home; this stingy old man was also very stingy with himself. He did not turn on the air conditioner on such a hot day, but left the windows fully open and sat by the window blowing the fan.

Just two seconds after Hull's eyes locked on the landlord, suddenly...

Bang!

Along with a dazzling white light, there was a loud noise in the room.

Even though they were separated by the width of a street, the shock wave of the explosion still cracked the glass of Hull's house.

When the fire and smoke rose, Hull was so frightened that he took a few steps back and staggered forward, leaning against his bedside table.

"The unscrupulous landlord had been covering up safety risks for many years, and he eventually died violently in his home due to a rupture of an aging gas pipe. Fortunately, the surrounding tenants were not at home when the explosion occurred, and the explosion did not affect the overall structure of the building and cause it to collapse..." At this moment, I felt Lance, who lives next door, read these sentences in a "broadcasting accent", then returned to his normal tone and said, "...When such a paragraph appears in the pages of major local media, it will definitely make many people feel... Very pleasing to the eye.”

Hearing this, Hull turned to look at Lance and muttered: "You have predicted in advance that I will be wary of you being an undercover agent, so...in order to quickly prove your identity, you are where I can see you. Place, in the home of a civilian I know...put a bomb?"

"Ah, that's right." Lance replied in a relaxed tone while putting away the mobile phone used for detonation.

"Then... what if I believed you from the beginning and didn't warn you that you were an undercover agent?" Heer thought for a few seconds and asked again.

"There's no difference." Lance shrugged. "To me, it's like using firecrackers to blow up shit. It's safe, so it would be a pity not to explode it."

"I thought you..." Hal swallowed back the word "you" mid-sentence, and changed his words, "Uh... you only kill those who have committed the most heinous crimes."

"How do you define 'heinous crime'? Judging from what they have done, what legal sentence should they receive?" Lance sneered, "Ha... if according to that standard, your landlord should continue to be safe and sound. Doing the things he does every day, and you and I both deserve to die... don't we?"

Hull was speechless.

"Since you are already a member of 'Fengdu Luoshan', put down your previous standards." Lance continued, "Remember...'Fengdu Luoshan' represents not the federal system, but Justice outside that system.

"What we control are people whom the law does not care about or cannot control; they are either protected by the system, or they are ignored and left alone because they do not threaten the system itself...

"So, I don't care what the legal sentence is for the old bastard who lives across the street; I just know that he is a disgusting bastard, and the world would be a better place without him, and many good people would be better off because of him. Feeling relieved or at least relieved to be dead.

"I don't need to collect a bunch of evidence that is probably impossible to obtain, and then go to a place full of hypocrisy and corruption to talk nonsense to a group of arrogant hypocrites in suits, while also trying to please a dozen people who think they are You are an idiot who is important but actually is nothing.

"I, the judge... am a system, outside and above the set of standards you know... another system. You'd better get used to this quickly."