Chapter 25 In the Name of Justice
Before leaving, Rong Yuan checked his equipment one by one to make sure there was nothing missing and that he could handle any unexpected changes - unless there was an unpredictable accident such as a thunderbolt, a road collapse, or a world crossing. Then he confirmed the action plan with Wandou again.
"Rongyuan, are you sure you want to do this?" Wandou asked while standing on the shoe cabinet and helping Rongyuan check if he had missed anything.
"Of course, now that I have made the decision, I will not regret it easily." Rong Yuan said as he rubbed the wrist guard on his left hand.
"But you are not lacking these merit points. The benefits this person can bring to you are limited." Pea frowned, looking a little confused. It was not making a last-ditch effort to stop Rong Yuan, but trying to find a reason for his actions that was consistent with its own operating logic.
Wandou said: "So far, although your identity is not public, from a standpoint, the most powerful violent agency in this country is your ally, which is very beneficial to your future. Even if your identity is exposed one day in the future, there is a certain chance that you can get protection from the other party. But after doing this, you will stand on the opposite side of the other party. From the perspective of social group values, you are standing on the opposite side of justice. No matter from which angle, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, and your benefits will be far less than what you pay... Not only the merit points, but also many hidden assets."
"The opposite of justice?" Rong Yuan chuckled and asked, "Wadou, what do you think... is justice?"
Pea did not answer. It could instantly search the Internet for thousands of statements about justice, and could talk endlessly for a whole day and night about the development and changes of the concept of "justice" from the ancient ignorant period to the modern times, but it knew that Rong Yuan was not asking about this.
“For some people justice is fairness, equality, and fraternity;”
“For some people, justice is to obey the law, abide by the rules, follow the traditions, and safeguard the interests of the majority;”
"Others feel that 'what's good for me' is justice."
"What I have to do now is my 'justice' - of course it is illegal, but if I don't do it, my mind will not be clear." Rong Yuan said seriously: "It does n't matter if the pros and cons are deducted from my merit points. I just want to do it. I want to do this."
"Because the existence of such people is like a cancerous abscess. If I don't dig it out, I will not be able to sleep or eat. When I think that I live in the same city with such people and maybe even breathe the same air, I feel sick."
"I know the right thing to do is to hand him over to the law. But you and I both know that the law cannot punish all evildoers, nor can it punish all crimes. It is just a means used by the ruling class to maintain order. It is a naive idea to think that criminals can be punished and purified in the process of serving their sentences. Sentencing punishes the individual, but it cannot erase all the damage that has been done. When the damage done can neither be restored nor erased by time, the whole life may be destroyed. However, the person who committed the evil only needs a few years of imprisonment to continue to be at large in this world. Isn't this very unfair?"
"The law can't punish such people, so I will do it."
After Rong Yuan finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, and then said to Wandou solemnly: "Such righteous words really don't sound like something I would say... Don't take it too seriously, 'justice' or something, this is just an excuse I made for myself to do this."
"What really makes me want to do this is not for the sake of justice or some empty thing like that. The reason is very simple. I just want to make myself feel comfortable." He nodded. "Yeah, that's it."
Pea blinked and said, "Actually... you don't need to explain so much to me."
"I know. But didn't you notice that I'm a little nervous now?" Rong Yuan's face was terribly calm, and there was no sign of nervousness at all, but he emphasized again: "As a novice, I'm a little nervous, which is natural. Talking to you more can ease my nervousness."
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Every autumn rain brings a chill. The rain in November, even if it is just a drizzle, can make people feel cold to the bone.
But Wang Chunshan likes this kind of weather very much. The reason is simple. In this kind of weather, people don't like to go out. Even on the street, people hold umbrellas, wrap themselves tightly, and walk hurriedly with their heads down, without even glancing at the passers-by around them.
Wang Chunshan, who felt like he was going to get moldy in the house, decided to go out for a leisurely walk on a rainy day, holding an umbrella.
Something is not right these days. The frequency of police cars driving around the streets has increased a lot. Every day, there are rumors that someone is taken away by the police for tea. The gangsters in the old street are nervous all day long. Their voices are eight degrees lower. Some of them even dyed their colorful hair back. Wang Chunshan naturally did not dare to go out. He stayed in the house like a turtle. The wind has finally calmed down in the past two days. In addition, it rained again today, so Wang Chunshan decided to go out for some fresh air.
The wind was not strong, but it pulled the rain sideways. Soon, my shoes and trouser legs were wet. The fabric soaked in cold water stuck to my legs and feet, and the cold air poured into my body. Wang Chunshan was shivering with cold after walking for less than half an hour. He lost interest in going out in the rain and started looking for a place to shelter from the rain. There happened to be an underground passage crossing the road not far away, so Wang Chunshan hurriedly trotted in.
In this horrible weather, even the beggars who usually played the violin to beg for money in the underground passage were nowhere to be seen. Wang Chunshan cursed while shaking the water drops off his umbrella. Thinking of his wealthy and comfortable life in the past, Wang Chunshan couldn't help but feel a pang of regret - he didn't regret what he did, but he regretted that he was not careful enough and didn't handle the ending cleanly enough. If I could do it again... Oh, there's no point in doing it again...
Wang Chunshan thought of Tingting who had been coming to his house recently. Tingting's father was a bully in the old street, but Tingting herself was not like the children in the old street at all. She was smart, well-behaved and obedient. She always sat on Wang Chunshan's lap and pestered him to tell stories. At that time, her black grape-like eyes looked at him with trust and admiration... Thinking of Tingting, Wang Chunshan felt itchy in his heart and a heat in his body, but when he thought of Tingting's father's black bear-like figure, Wang Chunshan felt immediately cooled down.
The rain was lingering, and Wang Chunshan felt that his troubles were just like the autumn rain. This scene was very suitable for writing a poem... but unfortunately he couldn't. Wang Chunshan could only throw the water drops on the umbrella onto the wall out of boredom, feeling very uneasy. He was a little bored, and there was no one else here except him, which also made him feel flustered, so he decided to go back and watch TV for a while, and walked towards the entrance of the underground passage.
At this moment, the sound of shoes stepping on the water surface came from the entrance. Thinking that he did not wear glasses and a mask when he came out this time, Wang Chunshan hurriedly held up his umbrella and walked up the stairs with his head down. When he crossed paths with the other party, he even stepped aside. After walking two more steps up, Wang Chunshan suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw a dark red metal object protruding from his chest.
A bloody knife tip.
The intense pain quickly spread from his chest to his entire body. Wang Chunshan struggled and fell forward. The knife was pulled out from behind him and thrown aside. The "clang" sound of metal falling to the ground awakened the man in pain. He supported himself on the steps with his elbows and turned his head to see who the other person was.
A bloodstained raincoat was thrown down, covering his entire upper body. He only heard the footsteps leaving calmly, still at a leisurely pace, with the same frequency as when they came, and the footsteps landing were neither lighter nor heavier.
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"Professional." Cheng Xuguang squatted beside the corpse, with a look of admiration. He pointed at the wound on his back and explained to everyone: "Look here, it accurately avoided all bones and pierced through the gap without hesitation. The pleura was penetrated, and the crack was directly connected to the pleural cavity. In this way, when he inhaled, air entered the pleural cavity through the crack, and when he exhaled, the air could not be discharged because the valve was closed, causing the pressure in the cavity to continue to rise, compressing the lungs and causing them to collapse... Tsk, tsk, tsk, this guy must have been in great pain when he died."
Ouyang Rui, who had just been called back from a half-day vacation, rubbed his brows and asked, "Have you found out the identity of the deceased?"
"Otherwise, why would it be worth calling you here?" Jiang Quan handed over a stack of information and said, "Take a look. You'll be surprised."
Ouyang Rui was very dissatisfied. His tone was too relaxed, and he did not face the heaviness of a murder case at all. Such an attitude made people feel frivolous.
Jiang Quan shrugged. A scumbag can no longer harm society. He was very restrained not to applaud, okay?
Ouyang Rui opened the document and read it quickly. His face darkened and he murmured, "Out of control..."
"What?" Jiang Quan didn't hear clearly.
Ouyang Rui's face was serious and he said nothing more. There was no evidence, but he had a feeling that the thing he was most worried about had already happened.
——A fish cannot escape from the deep, and a country’s sharp weapon cannot be held in the hands of private individuals.
Personal likes and dislikes and moral standards cannot override the rules and order of the entire society. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
Ouyang Rui thought, no matter whether this matter was done by the mysterious person or organization personally, or the person who received the text message made his own judgment, the police must take more targeted actions.
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Jin Yang's home is very close to the school, and he often invites a few classmates to play football on the school court on weekends. When the weather is bad, he plays basketball in the indoor basketball court of the school gymnasium. This kind of physical and mental sports activity is much healthier than many second-generation children of the same age who surf the Internet, race cars, take drugs, and go to bars. Jin Yang's parents are very supportive of his hobby.
It's just that there are very few parents as open-minded as Jin Yang's parents, or in other words, ordinary families don't have the conditions to be as carefree as they are about their children's grades. As the final exams approached, fewer and fewer friends could appear on the court, but if there were not enough people, they would be enthusiastic, and they could have a lot of fun even if there were only five or six people. Just as Jin Yang scored a goal and was surrounded by his teammates and cheered, he saw a person who should not have appeared here sitting in the stands.
Jin Yang greeted his friends, wiped the sweat off his face, picked up two bottles of water and walked up to the stands. He sat next to Rong Yuan, put a bottle of water next to his hand and asked, "It's rare. What brings you here today?"
Rong Yuan looked at the group of people playing football enthusiastically below and said, "Look at the truth, kindness and beauty in the world... refresh your eyes."
There was a question mark on Jin Yang's face.
Rong Yuan sighed and said sincerely: "Yangyang, I found out... I'm really not a good person." His tone sounded slightly regretful, but he finally accepted this fact calmly.
Jin Yang was amused by his serious look and laughed : "So you are here to think about life... So what inspired you?" As Jin Yang spoke, he unscrewed the water bottle and gulped down a big gulp of water.
Rong Yuan did not answer, but held the water bottle beside him in his hand and shook it gently. The water was shaking, but his hand was steady, without any trembling.
This morning, these hands ended a person's life. He remembered very clearly the feeling of the blade piercing his flesh and blood, and he also heard the painful gasps and groans of the man struggling on the ground, but he did not hesitate, did not pause, did not have mercy, and did not have the legendary feeling of nausea and vomiting. It was just like brushing off the dust on the clothes, so ordinary that it could not cause any ripples in people's emotions.
He was very calm, as calm as still water.
Jin Yang put down the water bottle, thought for a while, suddenly put his arm around Rong Yuan's shoulders and said, "Forget it, I've thought it over. We're brothers in this life. No matter you're a good guy or a bad guy, I'll always protect you in this life - after all, you're one month and one day younger than me!" As he said that, he patted Rong Yuan's head.
Rong Yuan slapped his hand down, glared at him, and reached out to pull his hair back into place.
Jin Yang smiled maliciously, suddenly stretched out his hand to strangle Rong Yuan's neck, pressed his other hand on the top of his head and rubbed it hard a few times, then ran away triumphantly with a laugh.
Rong Yuan: *— —
