No. 91 Wang Jian Tan Da Da

  "Darling, I want to hear about your murder!"

  After dealing with Zhang Manting's affairs, everyone dispersed and went home. Jin Huiming's words made Wang Jian, who was sitting in the car with his head against the glass window, staring at the roadside in a daze, suddenly fall silent. Memories gradually returned to that campus where the grass was long and the swallows flew.

  This memory is actually something Wang Jian didn't want to tell others but couldn't forget, and it's also his first experience.

  At that time, Wang Jian was in his second year of college and was still a carefree sophomore. Although he was poor, his life was quite fulfilling, with girls liking him and him having a crush on some pretty girls. In the midst of secret admirers and being secretly admired, Wang Jian lived a rather happy life.

  However, it is not clear whether it was because he had been living off-campus for the convenience of collecting scraps and doing odd jobs that Wang Jian didn't have any particularly good friends. Occasionally, they would exchange pleasantries, but it was only a nodding acquaintance.

  Wang Jian still clearly remembers that evening's self-study session, wearing an old but clean shirt and a pair of clean sneakers, sitting in the classroom looking at his professional book, making up for the notes and key points he missed during the day. Next to him sat a girl with smiling eyebrows, on her desk was a lunch box containing a dollar's worth of rice and a standard meal of two dishes and one soup.

  "Wang Jian, what do you plan to do after graduation?"

  "Hmm... become a teacher." Wang Jian didn't even lift his head: "If not, then marry a wife, have children, raise pigs and plant fruit trees."

  The girl laughed with her head thrown back and then pushed the lunchbox in front of Wang Jian: "You're always so oily-mouthed, it's all cold now, hurry up and eat."

  "Do you like me?"

  Wang Jian's straightforwardness at that time was even more so than it is now.

  The girl was stunned for a moment, then her expression became somewhat awkward. She poked Wang Jian's head with her hand: "Goodbye, I'm leaving first. Remember to return my notes tomorrow."

  After she finished speaking, she left. And with this departure, Wang Jian never saw her again. Not on the second day, not on the third day, until the nineteenth day, when someone finally found her already rotting corpse in an abandoned air raid shelter behind the school, her head smashed to pieces by a rock.

  Wang Jian rushed into the air raid shelter that had already been sealed off by the police, after knocking down four or five policemen who tried to stop him. He saw the girl who always smelled of pear blossoms in his memory but was now a pile of rotting flesh. Wang Jian did indeed cry at that moment, gently placing the laptop he hadn't returned to her beside her body, and then turned around and left.

  This kind of thing almost happens in every university, and the school usually covers it up by casually giving some money to the parents of the students who caused the trouble. After all, someone has already died, so getting a little compensation is also a small comfort.

  Ke Wangjian went crazy, the first thing he did was to make headlines in local news, during a meeting of school leaders, he rushed in and beat up the leader who made the decision to cover up the truth, breaking three ribs, then set fire to the principal's office.

  He was also wanted by the police, but because he was wanted, it triggered a collective event of all students in the school. After all, the masses are very observant and the students are young and vigorous. This riot-like protest not only received media attention but also gained support from many people in society.

  Finally, the school was forced to hand over the case to the public security authorities due to immense public pressure, which led to the exposure of a five-year-long serial robbery and murder case, becoming a sensational major case.

  In a case like this, if the Public Security Bureau can crack it, they will not only enjoy civil servant treatment. So in the end, even experts from the National Security Agency who specialize in counter-espionage came, and after screening the entire city, they locked down the target to a small range.

  Just as they were about to continue the search, Wang Jian had already, at 7:30 in the golden time of the morning, with dark circles under his eyes, under the gaze of everyone, pulled a man who was around forty years old out of a burlap sack and dumped him onto the main stage of the playground.

  Then, in front of the whole school's teachers and students, he crushed the man's head like a watermelon, making it burst with brains, truly bursting with brains, the brain matter splashing everywhere like cow dung that had been blown up by firecrackers.

  It is said that at the time, Wang Jian's foot-stomping scene made many people faint on the spot and dared not eat meat for a long time afterwards. Some even dare not to this day eat watermelon again.

  Afterwards, Wang Jian was naturally caught by the police and thrown into a maximum-security prison without even being tried. However, it wasn't long before they figured out that the person whose head Wang Jian had kicked in was actually the serial killer responsible for the string of murders in the city over the past few years. He was a taxi driver, and all of his victims were people he had met while driving and exchanged phone numbers with under the guise of being convenient for getting rides, and then used to get close to them.

  Wang Jian knew this because on the day that girl left, her mobile phone was left in the study room. There happened to be a text message about a taxi inside, which meant she had seen the message and left the study room, and it's very likely that the last person who saw her was a driver.

  So Wang Jian, adhering to the principle of "it's better to kill by mistake than to let one go", disguised himself as a girl and communicated with the person on this number, successfully luring him out of his car. Later, under Wang Jian's coercion and promise not to kill him, the man confessed to what he had done without hesitation.

  Next, Wang Jian said take him to a place... then next, he was sacrificed to heaven.

  In Wang Jian's words, he didn't kill that person, but rather sent him to another world to be a good man.

  However, if the law were truly tied to morality, many bad people would not exist in this world. Wang Jian is indeed a murderer, and his methods are extremely cruel, with severe consequences and far-reaching impact. It can be said that this is one of the most brutal cases of intentional murder in broad daylight since the founding of the country, except for the dark years of the Cultural Revolution.

  For this reason, a special case team was established, and it is unknown whether Wang Jian will be sentenced to death with reprieve or life imprisonment.

  The school also expelled Wang Jian naturally. Even if the whole school signed a petition, it couldn't stop the school's determination to expel a murderer who maintained orthodoxy.

  Just when everyone thought Wang Jian was done for, he was suddenly and inexplicably acquitted. Even he himself couldn't understand what had happened, and no matter how many people he asked, nobody could give him a clear explanation.

  However, although he was released, he was still expelled from school. What made him feel uncomfortable was their class teacher, who fought with the principal over this matter. In the end, although it couldn't change the result, the somewhat despicable class teacher managed to get all of Wang Jian's professional course teachers to agree to let Wang Jian attend classes as a listener.

  But from then on, no one bothered with Wang Jian again. After all, he was a somewhat famous big devil, and nobody wanted to risk being trampled by trying to interact with him.

  As the memories came to an end, Wang Jian rolled down the car window and lit a cigarette, letting the evening breeze blow against his ears with a rustling sound: "I still think I'm not wrong, debts should be repaid, lives should be compensated."

  Jin Huiming was trembling all over while listening to this, but it wasn't likely fear, probably excitement. After all, she had imagined kicking someone's head to pieces many times before, but hated herself for not having the ability to do so, and could only rely on her fantasies. But Wang Jian had actually done such a thing, which made her so excited that she almost peed.

  As for Tianran Er, she didn't say a word from start to finish until Wang Jian lit up his cigarette. Then, she slowly said: "No wonder Huanhuan would say you're doing well... I think so too."

  "Stop pretending, aren't you the one who hates violence the most?" Jin Huiming scrunched up her nose and argued with Tianran: "You don't understand the heroic complex."

  Wang Jian chuckled twice and leaned back in his chair: "Actually, I think she likes me."

  "Ah...... should I be relieved or disappointed?" Jin Huiming's face was full of helplessness: "It's really hard to say."

  "Doesn't seem to be your concern?" Wang Jian stretched his neck and let out a long sigh: "Actually, I really think it's a pity. She was a good girl, this has nothing to do with whether she liked me or not. Even if she didn't like me, she shouldn't have ended up like this."

  "Ah Jian... is this the reason you don't dare to get close to girls?" Tian Ran Er suddenly asked in a low voice, the most insightful question Wang Jian had ever heard since he knew her: "Because I'm afraid of losing."

  Wang Jian was stunned at the time, then fell silent for a moment: "Drive carefully and don't talk..."

  Tianran glanced at Wang Jian's profile, raised an eyebrow, and smiled to herself before falling silent. Meanwhile, Jin Huiming pouted and glared at the driver and passenger seats with a look of resentment, feeling helpless as she watched the two people in front of her become more and more ambiguous by the day...

  It wasn't easy to get back to the neighborhood, but from a distance, I saw that Liang Huanhuan was sitting on her motorcycle, applying lip gloss in front of the rearview mirror. At some point, she had added a biker's leather jacket to her outfit, making her look even more stylish and cool. Unlike those tomboys, she had a unique charm, showcasing the special feminine side with ease, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that she was radiant and full of vigor.

  "Hurray!"

  "Oh, you're here." Liang Huanhuan got off the motorcycle and pointed to a pile of things under the second floor: "I brought my luggage, I'll probably be staying with you for two or three months, sorry about that." She said, glancing at Wang Jian with her eyes: "Wang Jian, help me carry things upstairs."

  "Me?" Wang Jian pointed at his own nose: "Why me?"

  "Is there another man here besides you?" Liang Huanhuan whistled: "This is the time for you to show your masculine charm."

  As soon as the words fell, Jin Huiming jumped out and a U-shaped lock flew directly at Liang Huanhuan: "Who dares to stop me!"