Since he was a child, Feng Guohua has never killed anyone.

Not even to say that it was murder, he had never even killed chickens since he was a child, and sometimes when he saw blood, he had goosebumps all over his body, and even the blood in his body was accelerating, and that feeling simply made him tremble all over his body.

Fortunately, this time the killing did not splash blood, but made him a little excited in his heart.

It's just that his inexplicable excitement hasn't ended yet, and a person actually appeared at the door of the room.

If he didn't know this person, it would be fine, but the person standing at the door was very familiar to him.

Not only did Xu Wenshan teach him when he was in school, but even the place where these two people lived was upstairs and downstairs.

These two people are familiar with each other, and they have already recognized him as soon as they met.

Xu Wenshan saw that the students he taught were now killing people, and they were also attacking his own grandson, which was something he couldn't imagine at all.

At that time, Xu Wenshan was really shocked when he saw this scene, and even for a moment, his mind was completely blank, and he couldn't even make a sound.

But he was stunned, Feng Guohua was not a little stunned, reached out and grabbed a fruit knife on the table, like a mad dog, rushed towards Xu Wenshan, stabbed Xu Wenshan in the stomach with a knife, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth tightly, and the knife in his hand didn't know how many times he stabbed him.

Until the end, Xu Wenshan had no strength and fell to the ground, the knife in his hand still did not stop, and he was still stabbing hard.

At that moment, Feng Guohua's eyes widened, but he could hardly see anything in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to kill red eyes, and he really felt that his eyes were gradually dyed red.

Because he had never killed anyone, and it could even be said that he had never had blood on his hands, it was really unthinkable that when he smelled the blood, he actually felt a feeling of excitement all over his body, and even a little bit of obsession that he couldn't speak.

It was a strange feeling he had never felt, and it was at this moment that he suddenly heard a voice coming from above the attic.

At this moment, Feng Guohua almost turned into a crazy murderous beast, and without the previous calm, he grabbed the knife in his hand like crazy and was about to rush forward.

Who knew that Xu Wenshan, who fell to the ground, still had a breath, pulled out his pen from his body, and poked Feng Guohua's body fiercely.

This stinging pain seemed to stimulate Feng Guohua's ferocity, and the knife in his hand was unusually skillful, piercing Xu Wenshan's chest with a knife, enduring the pain in his leg, and rushed directly to the woman who came down from the upper floor, without even seeing who this person was, the knife in his hand had already stabbed out.

Xu Li, who came down from upstairs, actually didn't even see who the figure was, she was stabbed into her body by this knife, and she didn't even feel pain when the blood flowed out, but she just felt that the strength in her body was constantly passing, as if she couldn't even speak.

Killing three people in a row, if someone asked Feng Guohua what he thought at the time, he would definitely answer, it was a kind of freshness that had never been felt before, and the kind of stimulation that was tense all over his body was not something that ordinary people could understand at all.

As for when he killed people later, he didn't even feel like he was born at all, as if he had done something like this he didn't know how many times, and he couldn't be familiar with it anymore.

Even when he killed Zhou Xiaowu, he actually found a kind of pleasure of torture.

This kind of feeling is something he has never felt before, and it makes him feel a kind of meaning

Unfinished feeling, but now the family of four has all fallen in a pool of blood, and no one can ask him to find that feeling.

Since he came, he also killed, this is something he has never done in his life, even if he is doing other things later, it seems that it will not be more serious than this killing, it is better to rummage around, maybe you can find something valuable.

But this time he miscalculated, even if he was familiar with this place, he didn't find much money here after all.

In order to renovate his home, Zhou Xiaowu didn't have much money on his body, even if he was rummaging, he couldn't find more valuable objects, maybe the more valuable thing, that is, the ring on Xu Li's hand, was more valuable.

As for the old man Guo Cuihua who was killed by him in the end, he was actually a little hesitant from the beginning.

But after seeing the dead people in this room, he felt that leaving her alone might be even more cruel, so it might as well kill her directly, at least the family can leave together, maybe it is also a kind of kindness to her!

Feng Guohua, who had killed people and rummaged in the room for a long time, gradually calmed down, looking at the dead people in the room, he even had a little doubt that these people were not killed by him, and this unreal feeling has always filled his nerves.

Even he himself couldn't believe that he would kill so many people, and in the process of killing people later, he didn't have the slightest nervousness.

Regarding his confession of murder, Feng Guohua said it very easily, even if the scene of his murder has been constantly echoing in his mind over the years, it has not caused him any fear.

Because in his opinion, these people were killed by his own hands, and it was them who should be feared, not himself at all.

He clearly remembered the fear in the child's eyes at the moment when he killed Zhou Wei.

If he wants to say that there is this fear in his heart when he kills someone, he is willing to admit it, but it is more excitement.

A person who has never been looked at by others, suddenly seeing others afraid of him, actually made him feel a pleasure that he has never had, he felt that he was not the man who was bullied and ridiculed all day long, he had also done great things, he had killed people, just like the villain books he had read, from now on, he would be an incomparably strong man.

After all this, he is already at the top of the food chain, and no one dares to bully him anymore.

To this day, when he has become a prisoner, handcuffed and interrogated, he still does not feel the slightest guilt, but feels that he is superior to others, and these people are just low-level little people.

"You take crime as a kind of fun, don't you? Do you think what you see in the villain book is real? You kill all people, one by one, and you don't feel guilty at all?"

To be honest, after listening to Feng Guohua's narration, I'm afraid that nine out of ten people will feel that the person in front of him is a madman.

When he killed, he didn't feel a trace of sadness, nor did he feel a little guilty, but found pleasure in the process of killing.

I have to say that his psychology has already begun to be distorted, and even Ding Fan, a person who is used to seeing life and death, feels shuddered.

If it weren't for the strong willpower and suppressing his impulses, Ding Fan would even want to stand up and give him a kick now.

Needless to say, Captain Zhao, who has been tense since he entered the door, is fortunate that the gun on his body has been confiscated at this time, otherwise Feng Guohua would have already had an extra hole in his head now.

"Why should I be guilty?

The world, survival of the fittest, this is what the teacher taught me, only those who stand on the highest peaks can look down on the mountain for the rest of their lives, I call them to live, they can survive, I think when they perish, even if they want to resist, they don't want to do this. ”

The cruel smile on Feng Guohua's face, Ding Fan may not forget it in his life.

And this sentence, Ding Fan had seen it in his book before.

Obviously, this sentence is not his own perception, but copied from it.

"Your so-called teacher should not be Xu Wenshan, but the comic books you put at home, what you say is said by the person in the book, this sentence is said by a person named Yaman, he should be a character you like more, because you think you are very similar. He is the same as you, his parents left very early and were silent, but when he kills people, he seems to be ruthless, and he never leaves a living mouth in his hands, because he was raised by wolves, and you think he is very powerful, so many of your words and deeds are imitating him, do you know his final result? I think you must not know, because this book has been banned by the state, and the last edition, I just happened to have read it. ”

From all of Feng Guohua's words and deeds, Ding Fan has already seen that this person has a very serious psychological problem, and has even found the root cause.

The main reason why he became what he is is is indeed this set of books, but in the final analysis, it is also caused by his own character.

He doesn't want to communicate with people, he just likes to hide himself in his own intoxicated world, and is obsessed with fictional characters who imagine themselves as them and can do whatever they want.

But in reality, the rules around him blocked him, causing him to feel bored.

When he killed Zhou Wei, the fragile sprout in his heart was finally born.

And Ding Fan's sentence just said just happened to affect his thinking, because this set of books has been banned from being sold, and there are very few people who know the results.

He is also eager to know what the idol he has been looking for will be in the end.

But Ding Fan just stood up very calmly, walked in front of him, glared at him fiercely with his eyes, shook his head at him, and suddenly exuded a murderous aura that could not be seen.

The murderous aura burst out very quickly, just in a flash, but this feeling went straight to Feng Guohua's face.

At this moment, he really felt his insignificance, facing Ding Fan, he felt that he was a lamb to the slaughter, it seemed that Ding Fan wanted to kill him, he only needed a thought, and he could easily kill him.

"He's dead, you think you're like him, but you're too far behind him, do you know how he died?"

Ding Fan turned around and returned to the edge of the table, reached out and handed the confession that had been completed on the table to him, asked him to look at it, and then signed it.

Feng Guohua just glanced at it, he didn't care about what was written on it at all, he wrote his name on it casually, and what he wanted to know now was still the ending of his idol.

But Ding Fan didn't mean to tell him, glanced at the documents in his hand, closed the notebook, and gently spit out two words: "Rules." ”

As soon as Feng Guohua heard this, his whole person seemed to be crazy, his mouth kept chattering, no one knew what he was talking about, and his eyes were dull like a wooden man.

"Actually, you don't look like him at all, at least he knows what he's doing, he has spent his whole life atoning for what he did wrong, until the moment he finally closes his eyes, he doesn't feel free, and people like you are more pitiful, you don't understand anything, but you are self-righteous and imitating, your behavior is simply a joke. ”