Chapter 5 Judgment

Jiang Qian's expression gradually turned cold.

It was not because of the subtitles on the screen, but because he felt dizzy for no reason the moment he sat down.

This dizziness was very strange.

If I had to describe it... it was as if a certain area of ​​the brain had shaken, and many images in the memory quickly emerged and dissipated. The memory palace that originally neatly stacked a large amount of information was sometimes far away, sometimes close, sometimes far away.

Jiang Qian raised his hand and pressed his temple until the dizziness faded.

At this time, the subtitles on the screen had dissipated.

The main film began to play.

Jiang Qian raised his head and focused on the screen.

In the high-definition camera, the back of a young man appeared.

He squatted in the corner, his hands busy turning up and down, and his movements looked like he was practicing cooking.

Concentrated and relishing.

The camera gradually zoomed in, and the ingredients he loved so much were exposed: it was a cooked rat.

The charred outline hung hideously between the gaps of several pieces of wood, and two thick iron wires passed through its fat body, holding it on the fire.

The smell of burnt hair mixed with the fresh aroma of roasted meat entered Jiang Qian's nose without warning, causing Jiang Qian's pupils to shrink slightly.

At the same time, he was able to confirm that what was played in this projection room was a certain memory after he was 8 years old.

The images in the memory were being played in the form of a screen movie, while other sensory memories such as smell and taste acted directly on himself.

The effect was: although Jiang Qian was sitting in the audience, he felt like he was in the "play".

He silently clenched his palms.

"Jiang Qian, what are you doing?"

A suppressed angry voice came from behind the young Jiang Qian, so that he subconsciously threw down the skewers and quickly turned around to face the source of the voice.

Opposite the young Jiang Qian stood a big boy who was a head taller than him.

His skin color is two shades darker than Jiang Qian's, and his face is angular and upright. It is Jiang Qian's brother, Jiang Yang!

Jiang Yang is 6 years older than Jiang Qian. Jiang Qian is 8 years old, and Jiang Yang is about 14 years old.

At that time, Jiang Yang was still a domineering bad boy, a ruthless character in campus rumors.

But in his younger brother's eyes, he was just a show-off.

Jiang Yang's eyes passed over the young Jiang Qian and saw the roasted rats. His expression was obviously shocked, and the corners of his mouth even twitched.

Then, he squeezed out an ugly smile: "Wow, the food today is good, cooked."

"It's charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Do you want to try it?" The young Jiang Qian pointed to the side, and six or seven freshly roasted rats were lying in a row.

The atmosphere was immediately tense.

But the two brothers knew very well that these things were not for eating at all.

For Jiang Qian at that time, small animals were like his toys, and roasting rats was just a fun activity.

But this kind of fun activity is not welcomed by the elder brother.

"... Pervert!"

The next moment, Jiang Yang rushed over, pushed his younger brother down with brute force, and then beat him up.

Any pair of brothers will quarrel and have conflicts. Such disputes are always inevitable under the same roof, especially when they are young.

But even if they really fight, everyone will still have some scruples and will not be ruthless.

But Jiang Yang's violent behavior has clearly crossed the line.

He doesn't look like he is teaching his younger brother a lesson, but rather... he is punishing his younger brother's "devil in the body" with force.

This is Jiang Qian's real memory.

The pain clearly converges from all parts of the body to the central nervous system, so real that it makes one feel a little nauseous.

Jiang Qian, sitting on the sofa, has a calm face, but his palms are clenched into fists, and his nails are deeply embedded in the flesh.

On the screen, Jiang Yang, who had vented his violence, grabbed his brother's collar and pressed him against the cement wall of the warehouse, warning him word by word: "If I find out again, I'll chop off your dirty hands."

Looking at his brother gritting his teeth, the young Jiang Qian showed no fear on his slightly pale face.

"Did you understand? Did you understand?!" Jiang Yang grabbed his brother's collar and shook him.

As if he was using rage to cover up his panic.

Finally, the young Jiang Qian's purple mouth opened with a smile.

"What's that expression on your face, kid? I'm beating you up!" Jiang Yang was so angry that his eyes twitched, and his hand holding his collar was shaking slightly.

"You'd better chop me off now, or kill me, or don't mess with me."

"What?" Jiang Yang didn't seem to understand.

"I say, brother, do you dare to chop me off?"

"Damn, Jiang Qian... what do you mean?! Want to fight to the death with me?" Jiang Yang gradually became hysterical, "Do you have that ability?"

"You always have to sleep." The young man Jiang Qian said calmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Yang's expression gradually became stunned.

Then he hesitated.

Finally, the hand holding Jiang Qian's collar even showed signs of relaxation...

But then, Jiang Yang's hands suddenly tightened, and his pupils condensed!

"Fuck... Jiang Qian, you really don't want to live, right?!"

In the next scene, the young boy Jiang Qian was pushed to the ground.

Jiang Yang passed him and kicked over the "stove" that his brother was tinkering with, and stomped on it fiercely until it went out. The crispy mouse was trampled into meat paste without any surprise.

Not only that, he also rushed into the warehouse and turned out piles of small animal specimens from it... Those creatures that still retained their original appearance after being killed were completely crushed to pieces under Jiang Yang's trampling.

Seeing this, the young boy Jiang Qian rushed over like a bullet, and the two brothers wrestled together again.

The screen switched in the escalating violence.

This was the first time that the conflict between the brothers Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang escalated. They were tit-for-tat, one violently punished, and the other would rather break than bend.

Jiang Qian sat on the sofa with a tense body, until the image of the violent conflict in the screen was completely cut out, he gradually and slowly loosened his palms that were clenched to white.

This memory, including all the physical sensations in this memory, will be synchronously fed back to him, and the pressure can be imagined.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang was not very old at that time, otherwise I would be in a very bad state now... Jiang Qian thought to himself.

He moved his hands that were numb from clenching for a long time, and his memory was still playing.

Jiang Qian on the screen had grown into a young man in the blink of an eye.

On this day, he returned home, carefully locked the door, and placed the items hidden in his schoolbag on the desk one by one:

Sleeping pills, piano wire, gloves, boning knife, strong detergent.

Jiang Qian on the sofa gradually focused.

The high-definition version of the memory was delivered to his sight as it was.

Jiang Qian stared at the screen, watched himself put on gloves, and began to carefully crush the whole bottle of sleeping pills, an indescribable burning feeling slowly exploded in his chest.

Then, the lights in the projection room suddenly dimmed.

The scene on the screen suddenly went out.

The space in front of him twisted and folded, and when it unfolded again, he had arrived at the solemn and solemn court scene!

Judges in black robes and masks sat high up.

The sofa where Jiang Qian sat had become an iron bench for the prisoner. His hands and feet were fixed with iron rings and he could not break free.

The half steel bar that he had brought in earlier was also gone...

At this time, a powerful voice penetrated the silence and announced condescendingly:

"Criminal suspect Jiang Qian, you are accused of murdering your brother, destroying the body, and concealing the crime. After the court investigation, the case is true and the trial procedure is now underway."

The voice came from the presiding judge who was sitting high up in the trial seat. He wore a scarlet mask and suppressed indignation in his voice:

"Please ask the prosecutor to make a statement of the case!"

As the voice fell, another man in a black robe wearing a gray mask stood up: "Thank you, presiding judge. I have to say that this case has refreshed my new understanding of the evil of human nature."

As the case introduction began, the TV image on one side of the court continued to play the memory content that had just been interrupted, perfectly achieving the synchronization of sound and picture.

"On July 9, 2017, the suspect Jiang Qian returned home from school early with the tools he used to commit the crime, ready to commit the crime. He was only 14 years old that year."

The prosecutor paused, and his face, wrapped in a gray mask, slowly turned to Jiang Qian.

Although the other party was wearing a mask and his facial expression could not be seen clearly, Jiang Qian could still feel the suffocating pressure.

At the same time, the friction of the iron chain sounded above his head.

Jiang Qian subconsciously looked up at the sound, only to find that a huge iron axe with blood stains was hanging high above his head!

The axe was sharp, as if it was ready to chop off the head of the guilty person at any time.

At that moment, Jiang Qian felt that the heart in his chest, which had always been stable and steady, had a tendency to accelerate.

"The course of the case is just as you remember..."

"First, you injected dissolved sleeping pills into the juice and prepared it in the kitchen in advance. Then you avoided dinner on the pretext of feeling unwell. That night, the family members who drank the juice all went to bed early."

"At that time, you lived in the same room with Jiang Yang. When you confirmed that your brother had fallen asleep due to the effect of the drug, you strangled his neck with the piano wire you had prepared in advance, causing his death."

When the gray mask said this, the giant axe hanging above Jiang Qian's head suddenly dropped a large section, and the friction sound of the iron chain was hideous and piercing.

It was as if he couldn't wait to punish an evildoer.

"Afterwards, you used the prepared bone knife to dismember your brother at home and cleaned up the scene by yourself."

"Your movements were precise and skillful. We speculate that you had some knowledge and experience in anatomy before. The on-site cleaning was also done carefully enough, leaving no obvious traces."

The giant axe fell again!

The sharp axe blade was only three feet away from Jiang Qian's head.

"After that, you used your brother's mobile phone to forge a text message about him leaving home for a trip and sent it to the main family members to cover up the real time of the crime."

"You took advantage of the time before the police intervened to dump the tools and bodies in batches at different garbage dumps in Jinping City."

"Unfortunately, this part of the evidence cannot be recovered now..."

The axe came down to the bottom this time, barely stopping just by brushing the back of Jiang Qian's neck!

He was forced to lie on the table of the interrogation chair, barely avoiding this fatal blow...

Seeing this, Gray Mask sighed sadly: "Ah, at that age, he committed such a serious crime, it's really unimaginable."

While he was making his statement as a "prosecutor", Jiang Qian's memory screen was also playing the corresponding process.

The statement was consistent with the memory.

This was indeed his memory, although he could not remember the specific time and cause and effect of this memory for a while.

Jiang Qian was suppressed on the interrogation chair by the axe, his face turned slightly pale, and his fingers clenched.

The case statement was over.

The presiding judge wearing a scarlet mask shouted in court: "Criminal suspect Jiang Qian, what else do you have to say about the above crimes?!"

This roar was like a thunder, which suppressed the atmosphere at the scene to the extreme.

At the same time, the axe hanging over Jiang Qian's head seemed to have life and was faintly restless, ready to hit Jiang Qian's skull with a sharp blade at any time.

[At the moment of trial, please make a choice]

[Choose to plead guilty: Sacrifice your sinful hands to the Court of Truth]

[Choose to overturn the verdict and defend: You have a certain chance of successfully escaping the crime, but the greater possibility is that you will die on the spot]

"?"

The copy gave a hint that only Jiang Qian could hear.

This is obviously not in line with the normal trial process, but the copy world has its own operating rules.

At the same time, the gray mask stepped forward and said in a sinister tone: "You deserve to die. But if you admit your crime and sincerely repent, the Court of Truth promises you that you will receive a deserved reduction in sentence. So, I ask you one last time, do you plead guilty?"

"I..."

Sitting on the interrogation chair, Jiang Qian's chest rose and fell, as if he was under great pressure.

Psychological motivations and memories that were closely related to the case all pointed the blame at him, and it seemed that there was no possibility of acquitting.

He planned and killed his brother himself.

The purpose was clear and the means of committing the crime were cruel. Once he was tried, his hands would remain here.

The judge's stern voice came through the scarlet mask again: "Jiang Qian, do you plead guilty?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Jiang Qian's forehead.

"No."

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at the judge's scarlet mask: "Jiang Yang's disappearance has nothing to do with me."

The moonlight does not ask dreamers, time will not let down those who work hard, I wish you all a happy double festival!

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