Chapter 1118 The Real Murderer Emerges 3

He treats hitting people as a game.

He is like a child whose mind has stopped at about ten years old and has no social awareness at all.

Hitting someone was nothing alarming to him.

If someone instigates it, tricking him into bumping into Xiao Jinhan is just a game, and he will be rewarded afterwards.

This is more convincing.

But the person who can make a madman obedient and command the madman is either by attracting his interest and seducing him, or he is the person closest to him.

This is all Tang Yaoyao's conjecture.

Looking at the twitching madman, he doesn't even have basic consciousness and lives in his own world all day long.

I don’t know what his spiritual world is like, or whether he knows what pain is.

But at the moment, he was suffering from epilepsy, his face was ashen, and his extremely distorted state made him feel extremely inferior and afraid in the eyes of normal people.

Tang Yaoyao sat on a chair and waited for the madman to wake up.

"Miss, he has no nationality. An abandoned ticket was found on him."

The air ticket route is the same as theirs, and he may have traveled abroad recently.

It's possible they were the same group that framed his father.

And what role does this madman play?

piece?

"If we can't find out why, we can only let him go." Tang Yaoyao said.

Jiang Ci was shocked: "Miss, we finally found it..."

"Let it go, he is a mental patient, and what he says may not be true."

Of course she's not stupid, it's obviously this person who did it, arresting someone.

Playing the long game to catch the big fish, she wanted to see who was behind this.

Tang Yaoyao said very firmly, Jiang Ci could only listen to her, and let the madman go after he regained consciousness.

A few hours later, the madman woke up.

His hands were unbound, his feet were untied, and there was no one around.

He looked at his free hands, smiled, picked his nostrils with his fingers, and skipped away from the steel factory as if nothing was wrong.

Although he was unconscious, he seemed to know the way and go back the same way he came.

While walking, I also picked wild flowers on the roadside.

Holding a large bouquet in hand, a smile appeared on her face.

That was the most sincere smile of a mental patient.

After twists and turns, the madman finally reached the sidewalk, where a pedestrian passed by.

And he turned the corner from the wide sidewalk to the narrower road.

There are old houses next to the road, densely packed in a row, looking shabby, it should be the old city.

It's still a migrant worker building.

When entering such a poor place, there will be a dividing line, an arch, around it.

There are many trash cans next to the arch.

It was as if no one had collected the garbage for a long time. The garbage was piled up and overflowing outside the barrel, and the surroundings were filled with stinky waste.

Mosquitoes surrounded the air, making it extremely messy.

The madman walked into the slum area holding a bouquet of wild flowers.

As soon as he passed by, a basin of dirty water was poured at his feet.

The housewife of that house looked at the lunatic with disgust and cursed: "Crazy man, don't wander around in front of my house. It's bad luck!"

The madman was obviously a little scared. He held the bouquet carefully, lowered his head, and passed by her door.

The housewife hummed softly, carrying the basin again, and walked into her small sparrow house.

Everyone here seems to know the madman, and they all look at him with disgust and contempt, as if even saying another word to him is considered dirty.

The lunatic was timid and weak, with an IQ of about ten years old. He looked a little dazed and trembling, and was different from the person who bumped into Xiao Jinhan.

It wasn't until there was no one on the side of the road or scolding him that he straightened up and walked forward.