After the drawings were hung up, Mu Yang stood on the side of the whiteboard with a pen and recalled what happened that day accurately and carefully.
When talking to Lin Che, Mu Yang also added some of her own feelings and descriptions. But now, she is completely restrained and calm, like a bystander, objectively describing the facts without mixing in personal feelings——
She deceived Pu Li into herself, how she entered the room, how she invaded, how Yang Huada dressed up when he rushed in, what he said to Pu Li, how the two had a dispute, how Pu Li killed Yang Huada, and after Mucheng came in, what happened to Yang Huada?
Going back and forth, where to cut with the knife first to dispose of the corpse, how to frame the crime, and the process of absconding in fear of guilt, are described in extremely detailed, clear order, and clear lines of movement, and are also arranged in chronological order.
As for the totem part, because it involved the 4.21 case, Mu Yang focused on it separately. He also talked about the situation that she and Lin Che found in Nuhe.
Mu Yang restored what happened that day as completely as possible to the best of her memory. During this period, she kept digging out things from the carton: various photos, simulations, the same style of woodcutter, and the room where the crime occurred.
The floor pried off...
Just listening to what Mu Yang said, without seeing her increasingly paler face, the beads of sweat on her forehead getting denser, without hearing her getting shivering and her voice getting softer, no one would believe what she said.
Something she experienced personally.
Fifteen years ago, when the crime occurred, Mu Yang was only 7 years old. After being molested and witnessing the bloody scene of murder and dismemberment, she experienced the pain of losing her father, had a busy life, and struggled with severe mental illness for so many years.
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Under such circumstances, Mu Yang can still remember so many details and provide so much evidence, not because of her superior memory, but because she forces herself to recall over and over again, perfecting the details of her memory amidst doubling the pain over and over again.
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Rationally, Mu Yang forced herself to calm down, but she couldn't control her body's subconscious reaction, so even if she didn't want to cry, her tears still flowed down uncontrollably.
Seeing Mu Yang's pale face, trembling voice, saying a few words, and then raising her hand to wipe away her tears, Lin Che felt like her heart was twisting in a knife, her throat was filled with fishy salt, she clenched her fists tightly, and her eyes were scarlet.
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Wang Ju's eyes were also red, and he sniffed several times.
Wang Ju turned his head, glanced at Lin Che, and noticed the tears on his chin. Wang Ju's nose felt sour, and the tears he had been holding back for a long time also flowed out.
The last time he saw Lin Che cry was at Zhou Jiaguang's memorial service. The teenage boy, wearing a school uniform, stood behind the pillars of the mourning hall, looked at the portrait, clenched his fists, and said that he would definitely be admitted to the police academy.
Become a policeman, catch the murderer yourself, and avenge your uncle.
Between men, there is no need for too many words of comfort. Wang Ju patted Lin Che's shoulder and squeezed it twice.
The person who cried the most tonight was the middle-aged female police officer in charge of recording.
Her eyes were already red when she heard Mu Yang say that it was because her father liked to eat watermelon that she was tricked into that hell-like room.
For a 7-year-old girl, the experience of being molested was dark enough. But when Mu Yang continued to talk, she realized that what she had experienced was far more than that. It turned out that there was more than one level of hell.
She is a woman, a daughter, and a mother. Seeing Mu Yang standing in front of the whiteboard, thin and small, obviously talking about the most terrifying memories, but still so strong, she couldn't hold back her tears at all, and she shed tears while remembering
According to the transcript, several times she hoped that Mu Yang could pause and give her some time to adjust her emotions.
But Muyang's strength and bravery far exceeded their imagination. He didn't even take a break until he recalled the entire incident.
After Mu Yang finished speaking, he held the pen in one hand and the whiteboard tightly in the other hand. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He smiled lightly and said, "This is what happened on the day of the crime."
Seeing Mu Yang smiling, the female police officer cried even harder. After obtaining the consent of the police officer in charge of the interrogation, she wiped her tears and stood up and walked towards Mu Yang.
She was so sad and distressed that she wanted to hug Mu Yang to comfort the little girl and herself.
But she didn't expect that she had just walked up to Mu Yang, and before she could open her hands, Mu Yang, who was standing by the whiteboard, stretched out his hand to block it, subconsciously took a step back, stepped on the pulley of the whiteboard, and got tripped.
After a sudden fall, he still blocked his face with his hands, maintaining a resisting posture.
Lin Che hurriedly turned on the phone and spoke urgently, "Officer Su, she has a phobia of physical contact. Don't touch her!"
Originally, the female police officer wanted to help Mu Yang, but when she heard the voice coming from the earphones, she quickly stopped moving. She was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to put her hand back, and kept apologizing.
After Lin Che finished speaking and was about to rush out, she saw that Mu Yang was already propped up on the ground and stood up on her own.
Mu Yang pulled off his clothes, his face turned pale, he smiled and shook his head at the female police officer, "It's okay."
The female police officer handed over the tissue, and the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes were full of tears. "Don't worry, we will definitely catch this person and let him accept punishment."
Mu Yang nodded, his eyes redder.
After listening to what Mu Yang said, the old policeman in charge of the interrogation felt his throat was a little tight. Even after clearing his throat several times before speaking, his voice was not the same as at the beginning.
"Since you have found so many things, why don't you explain it to the police?"
Mu Yang sat back on the interrogation chair and said, "Actually, when I was 14 years old and my mental illness improved, I thought about coming forward. My psychiatrist at the time, Professor He Cen, also helped me find a lawyer.
We reorganized the evidence and I prepared a confession letter."
Mu Yang took out the letter from the box. The paper was already a little yellowed, and the words on it were written carefully, one stroke at a time.
"The lawyer went to the prison to meet my dad and told him the idea, hoping to get some information from him, but he strongly opposed it and was completely uncooperative."
"The lawyer went to persuade him twice more. The last time, he hit his head on the table in front of the lawyer, and his head was bruised and bloody. Fortunately, the prison guard reacted quickly and caught him. He asked the lawyer to bring us
Even if the case is re-opened, he will still plead guilty. He also said that if we have to reveal the matter again, he will commit suicide. If he doesn't die once, he will kill himself twice or three times until I give up...
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Mu Yang said, wiping his tears with his backhand, "Actually, I understand what he was thinking. One of the reasons why he confessed at the time was that he didn't want me to recall this incident again, so he could step out of the shadows and live a good life. He knew
I'm sick, and he's afraid that mentioning it again will make my condition, which I finally recovered from, worsen, and Puli is nowhere to be found. Once the case is re-investigated and the snake is alerted, my mother and I may be in danger. He's inside.
There is no way to protect us."
"Although my condition improved at that time, I still had nightmares all night long. Once I mentioned this matter, my condition would worsen again. Professor Hecen also suggested that I put this matter aside for the time being to allow my condition to stabilize a little more.
.My mother finally decided not to mention this matter again and waited for my father to be released after serving his sentence. I was too young at that time and couldn't do much without the help of adults, and I didn't want my mother to worry or feel sad, so this matter