After cleaning up the traces at the scene, Su Mo left the villa with Gao Ming.
Gao Ming drove, and the two of them walked out of the community gate fair and square. Then, they headed in the opposite direction of the archives.
There were many surveillance cameras in the area around Beishan Villa, so after driving out two or three kilometers, the vehicle entered a section of road without surveillance.
Su Mo got off the car there, and left from a small road.
As for Gao Ming, he continued driving. He needed to deal with the vehicle. Su Mo didn't care about this. If Gao Ming couldn't even do this well, then he didn't deserve to be his errand man.
It wasn't until around 4 a.m. that Su Mo returned to the archives. At this time, Song Juntian was already fast asleep. When Su Mo came back, Song Juntian just turned over, without noticing anything.
Lying on the bed in the dormitory, Su Mo recalled a period of experience from his previous life.
It was in a place called the Golden Triangle. Everywhere there was bloodshed and slaughter. There was no mercy or rules there, only the most authentic law of nature.
He remembered it very clearly. That time, he was almost killed by a 10-year-old child. In the end, he took out that child. The look in that child's eyes before his death, he would never forget it.
Numb, cold-blooded, cruel. It was hard to imagine how a person like this had grown up.
Later, after living in the Golden Triangle for more than a year, he gradually understood. He knew that some people were inherently emotionless and lacked humanity.
"My name is Feng Gang. I hate this boring world. I just want to have some fun.
My memory is earlier than many people's. When I was 3 years old, I could already remember a lot of things.
I don't know why, but ever since I had memories, my world has been like an ink painting, without color or sunshine.
My dad and mom were just like two scarecrows, swaying around me.
When I was 3 years old, I liked to sit in the yard and watch ants. I watched these ants continuously move things back and forth, which was very interesting.
At that time, I wondered, these ants are so tiny, doing such a small thing takes so much effort, so what's the point of living?
So I poured water into the ant nest and watched these ants drown before my eyes. I felt very interesting then as they died one by one.
A few years later, I went to kindergarten, the best one locally.
I liked going to school because there were many people that could play with me. I could bully all kinds of people.
I didn't like the teachers here. They were always whispering things I didn't understand in my ear.
For example, kids should be kind and get along well with classmates.
What is kindness? What is getting along well?
I really didn't understand, but strangely enough, it seemed like the other students could understand what they were saying. I wasn't happy.
So I found a few classmates and beat them. Why did I do that?
Because if they could understand something I couldn't, that was wrong. They deserved to be punished.
My dad was from the public security bureau. I didn't really understand, but I knew no matter what I did, Dad would help me resolve troubles.
That was good. This person called Dad seemed to be a bit useful.
As for Mom, sigh, she was useless. Nagging me and hugging me all day long, I was so annoyed. I really wanted to hit her, but I was still too little to overpower her.
After starting elementary school, I got to know two people that seemed quite similar to me.
Of course only similar, not the same. For example, they would feel sad but I wouldn't. I didn't even know what feeling sad was like.
These two people were called Wu Feng and Li Xun. I heard from my family that the previous generation knew each other too.
From then on, bullying others alone became bullying others as a trio.
I had to say, doing things this way really had advantages. At least the resistance we encountered was smaller, and I wouldn't be the only one scolded when we got into trouble. I felt comfortable.
As I grew older, the things I could understand also slowly increased.
For example, I knew why I couldn't just hit people randomly, and why people would feel unhappy after being bullied, etc.
But there were still some things I didn't understand.
For instance, I just couldn't comprehend what others said about feeling upset, sad, wronged, moved, happy and other emotions.
What exactly were they talking about? What were these emotions?
I felt very annoyed. Because I realized I seemed a bit abnormal. I had never experienced these emotions before.
My world was very simple, like a soundless vacuum.
What I needed and wanted to do was to increase some sound, some color in my world.
For example, hitting people. When I saw others cry and plead, there would be sound, there would be color, which I loved very much.
Also, when I killed ants or kittens and puppies, there was a little sound too.
Oh yes, I forgot to tell you all that I like killing kittens and puppies.
Many people knew that for any small animals I saw near my home, I would kill them.
Most of the time, I did this purely because I felt bored, without much reason.
Sigh, but killing these small animals got boring after a while too.
Until one day, I read in a book that juvenile offenders would not go to jail.
I was 14 that year. I had a bold idea, though it wasn't really bold since I had thought about it for a long time.
One day after school, I lay in ambush with Wu Feng and Li Xun at a certain spot.
They probably just thought I wanted to bully someone again. Actually I didn't tell them that I wanted to kill someone.
That day, we killed that person. I didn't know her, nor what the other two felt.
Anyway, I felt it was decent. It felt awesome. Maybe I could try more times in the future.
But after that, I was grounded by my family for a period of time and got beaten by my dad.
Unreasonably. It was just killing someone, was that necessary?
From that day on, I transferred schools. I was already used to it since I often did so, mainly because I liked hitting people a lot. Many people were beaten motionless by me, which was very interesting.
Life is really boring sometimes when I can't find anything interesting or experience many emotions, only emptiness and loneliness.
However, just yesterday, my whole family got kidnapped.
That Adjudicator asked me to kill my parents. I thought I could try and see if it would feel different.
It wasn't a big deal, so I just did it. But that Adjudicator actually didn't keep his word. He wanted to kill me.
I swear that after I gain freedom, I will kill this Adjudicator in the cruelest way possible.
But it seems I don't have a chance anymore. I feel my skin being peeled off. It hurts so much!
I never thought I would hurt this much. So painful...so painful...really so painful!"