Chapter 1120 The Real Murderer Emerges 5

The madman couldn't tell right from wrong, he just treated it as a game of chase.

"That depends on what the next mission is... cough cough..." The woman coughed and saw blood on the madman's head again: "Aqiang, what's wrong, how are you injured, didn't I tell you to be careful, we don't have money to see a doctor!"

The madman didn't care about the wound and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine, I don't need to see a doctor, mom, are you feeling better?"

"You won't die yet!" The woman coughed and took out a Band-Aid from the drawer: "Come here, I'll put it on you."

The madman smiled, ran over, sat in front of her, and lowered his head.

The woman put the Band-Aid on his injured place.

"Mom, here you go, I checked the calendar, today is Mother's Day, Happy Mother's Day!"

The madman was tireless and presented the wild flowers he picked to his mother.

At this time, there was movement outside the door, the woman was more alert, and hurriedly looked at the door.

Tang Yaoyao happened to be standing at the door, looking at the woman lying on the bed.

The woman was very surprised, with horror in her eyes, perhaps she didn't expect Tang Yaoyao to find it so quickly.

She knocked the madman's hand away and said excitedly: "Who is your mother? I don't have a useless son like you. Get out of here, get out!"

Coughing violently.

The flowers were scattered all over the floor. The madman was very hurt and his eyes were red, but he didn't have time to care about his wounds. He first calmed the woman down: "Mom, are you okay? You don't like flowers, so we don't want them. Aqiang, get you some medicine!"

"Mother-son love?"

Tang Yaoyao looked at this scene and said sarcastically.

The woman lying on the bed dying was the widow who drugged Tang Shengze.

I didn't expect she had a madman son.

Although the madman was crazy, he listened to his mother very much.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house? I don't welcome you. Get out of here!" The widow was very excited, completely different from the docileness she had been dormant in the Tang family for so many days.

Perhaps her throat was strangled by fate. The widow's face was now haggard, as if she was terminally ill.

She didn't want to be bound by the status quo and wanted to break free. She couldn't break free and became extreme, irritable, and unreasonable.

In fact, being in poverty and unable to break free from the shackles, more or less, will become dark due to pressure.

The widow is the best example.

Unable to break through the darkness, she gave up on herself.

But Tang Yaoyao is not a philanthropist, and she will not pity their poor family and forget the main business: "Did you drug my father?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." The widow looked dazed and flustered.

The widow refused to say anything and kept her mouth shut.

In this case, Tang Yaoyao did not ask any more questions, and the people she led went over and caught them in two or three steps.

The madman protected his mother and resisted: "What are you doing? Don't touch my mother, you bad guys!"

Tang Yaoyao looked at the madman and said calmly: "Aqiang, do you know that you are helping your mother kill people?"

The madman looked panicked and shook his head: "I was playing games, I didn't kill anyone, I was playing bumper cars, my mother said that if I played bumper cars well, she would reward me."

"Reward me, mom loves me, I want mom to like me, I am not a madman, I am not crazy, and I didn't kill my parents!"

Aqiang was emotional, his eyes were red, and he stopped them and didn't allow them to touch the widow.

The house was extremely dark, the wall inside was gray, the space was small and suffocating, except for a wooden bed, there was a table and two chairs.

It was simple and revealed the atmosphere of poverty.