Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the junior organizational boss in front of him. He lowered his head, as if he was digesting his words.
He is really young. His soft, round face and cute sweatshirt make him look a little younger than his actual age. He is only a middle school student now.
In the study materials of the police academy and the public security files that he came into contact with later, Zhu Fu Jingguang had seen many records of juvenile delinquents.
Some are born with antisocial personalities, and such people are absolutely hopeless, but there is another type, which is a distortion caused by a long-term bad environment.
——It’s not that he pities them or excuses them, but he knows that if these people are given a slightly normal environment, they may not embark on the path of crime.
In Zhu Fu Jingguang's mind, Angostela is the latter.
"Angstra..."
He whispered the code name.
The bitter liquor is so bitter that it cannot be swallowed directly. A boy who has not been exposed to a normal environment since his birth.
As a member of the organization, Angstra does not have the strong and active desire for violence that a sociopath would have. Putting aside the side of him as a member of the organization, he will care about his friends and be considerate of his subordinates, and will stay in dangerous ruins at the request of his subordinates.
Defuse bombs and save people... What he lacks is someone who can guide him correctly.
Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to touch Angostela's head again, or simply give him a hug, but this time, as soon as his palm was placed on his head, he was gently blocked.
"..."
Angstra raised her head and looked at him again.
There was nothing in that eye.
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Jing Baiye bent down and picked up the photos from the ground.
He glanced at the injuries on the people in the photos, compared them with the clear torture records, and returned them to their original pages one by one.
He put the file back far away and stood up from his chair.
Then, he took off his sweatshirt.
The black sweatshirt with cats, dogs and wolves on it fell to the ground, and there was a surprised Scotch in front of him. All this seemed to be a reappearance of the scene in the locker room last year. Jing Baiye's hand moved slightly, and the bandages on his upper body moved in circles.
It was loosened from the ground and hung half-heartedly on his body.
His skin was covered with fine cuts like spider webs.
"...Angstra?"
Scotland looked confused, and when he saw the scars, he quickly frowned.
"Scotland, I remember you asked me before how I got this injury."
Jing Baiye touched those scars.
He would only take off the bandage and see the scars when he was taking a shower. No matter how many times he saw them, he didn't like them because they were really, really ugly. People with trypophobia could stand on the spot without any skills.
passed away.
But it's just that he doesn't like it, he will be helpless, but he doesn't have any dissatisfaction.
Because he knew he deserved it.
…
Jing Baiye is a criminal.
In his second life, he saw himself being cut into pieces piece by piece.
He thought for a while, but did not mention that this was a previous life. Reincarnation was as mysterious as the system, and Scotland wouldn't believe it if he told it.
"This is the wound left when I was executed. Because I killed 444 people, I was cut 444 times..."
"...It's almost Ling Chi, right? It's an ancient punishment for the flower grower next door."
Jing Baiye felt no pain in his first life and now, only in his second life.
That execution was very painful, much more painful than having my father crush his leg bones with a bench or burning his neck with a cigarette butt.
"Specially used to punish those who have committed the most heinous crimes."
Jing Baiye raised his hand and covered his left eye.
When he was executed in his previous life, his left eye was also blinded, and he remembered clearly that it was gouged out during the fourth stab.
Monokuma specially left his right eye open so that he could see clearly the pieces of meat placed in front of him.
"It puts the cut pieces of meat in front of my eyes and lets me count the slices by myself."
"Every slice is a human life."
The undercover agent in front of me looked extremely ugly.
He moved his mouth, but before he could say anything, Jing Baiye made a move on him.
"Scotland, I know what you want to do."
Jing Baiye looked straight at him.
"You think I joined the organization when I was seven years old. It was the organization's environment that led me to the path of crime. You want to pull me out. With my status as a minor and the information I know, I can pay a very light price."
The price of returning to the sun..."
In many countries, juvenile crimes can be commuted or exempted from punishment. In some serious cases, if someone surrenders and provides important clues, a certain reduction in sentence will be appropriate.
"But I don't need it."
Jing Baiye supports the existence of the death penalty, but at the same time does not understand the need to commute sentences for minors.
In his mind, punishment should not differ based on status, race, belief, gender, age and other factors. Minors who commit heinous crimes should be sentenced the same as adults. This is for other law-abiding people.
Human fairness is also comfort to those hurt by them.
"Just like you know what will happen to an undercover agent who is exposed, I also know better than anyone else what I have been doing all these years."
When Jing Baiye was executed in his previous life, he only had doubts in his mind as to why the evidence was not cleared up, rather than regret.
The day he chose to commit a crime and kill someone, he was mentally prepared.
"I will not deny my crime, a crime is a crime."
"There is no excuse."
Jing Baiye said so much in one breath, he lowered his head and reached out to touch the scars on his body.
"If you can catch me and give me Ling Chi again, I won't have anything to say. This is what I deserve."
If used by this standard, his injuries could be more than ten times greater.
Because he has so many lives on his hands.
“The police won’t do that!!”
Scotland interrupted Jing Baiye. He rarely behaved in such a rude manner. He was not anxious about the bloody undercover interrogation records, but he was anxious about the "obsessive" Jing Baiye.
"Even criminals are brought to court to be tried by the law, and then sent to prison. Even if there is the death penalty, they will not torture them intentionally, let alone..."
Scotland's eyes fell on Jing Baiye, his blue eyes full of pain.
"...I won't let them suffer this kind of capital punishment."
"I know."
Jing Baiye said calmly.
One of the characteristics of modern society is that almost all of the cruel punishments in ancient times have been cancelled. Even if the prisoner is allowed to die, it will be a relatively pleasant death.
They will not be allowed to taste all the pain experienced by their victims who died at their hands.
The cell was as quiet as a tomb.
Jing Baiye stared at Scotland. He thought of the scene when he picked him up from the snow, and the words of those college students he rescued. He mentioned it when he entered the cell... no, when he saw that he was not in the villa on the map.
My heart slowly relaxed.
"Actually, I'm a little lucky, Scotland." He said softly, "I'm lucky that Gin gave you to me."
"You are different from me. If you were to attack your fellow police officers or innocent ordinary people, even if you really have to do it... you would feel pain, right?"
We are completely different. I don't know what repentance is, but you are a righteous and kind-hearted Sakura.
"Fortunately, I didn't let you get into those murderous tasks, and your hands are still clean."
"…………"
Scotland did not respond.
Jing Baiye re-wrapped the bandage, bent down to pick up the sweatshirt Shirley bought, patted it carefully, and then put it on again.
"There will be a way."
Before leaving, he said one last word to him.
"I will find a way that does not harm the interests of the organization and does not involve killing you."
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The door of the cell was closed in front of Zhu Fu Jingguang.
The small space and complete furniture reminded him of the exquisite cat cage where Qian Duoduo was kept.
He closed his eyes and seemed to have lost all strength.
People with different stances may become friends, may live under the same roof, or may develop feelings for each other...
...But in the end, no one can convince anyone.
…
In the lounge, when Angostela came in, Apero jumped up from the sofa.
In the past, they got along very easily. Angstra was a very easy-to-get-together person. When they were in the United States, they held fashion magazines together and admired beauties. When they went to New Taipei's Ze Village before, he could complain at will...
But he knew very well that he must not be offended now.
Apello walked to the table, Angostela pulled up a chair and sat down, raising his hand to get the chopsticks and the plate of sesame balls.
Because he had been in the cell for a long time, Ma Qiu was getting cold again.
"The mail came from Curacao, and she will be able to arrive here tomorrow morning with the bourbon." Apello reported.
Angstra picked one up with chopsticks: "I see... By the way, is there any news about Rai?"
"Not yet."
Angstra said "Oh" softly and lowered her head to nibble on his snack.
The chopsticks pierced the surface of the sesame ball, revealing the bean paste filling inside, and the sesame seeds fell off. His cheeks were soon stuffed and he chewed hard.