Chapter 53 I and evil are irreconcilable
The rain was getting heavier, as if it wanted to wash away all the filth in the world. A delivery man rode an electric scooter through the rain. His eyes were sometimes firm and sometimes guilty. Too many things happened that night. Su He returned to the hotel, took a hot bath, and fell asleep soon.
Early the next morning, Ma Mingzhe and the other two went out to deliver food. Su He had to go to the Public Security Bureau to give a statement, so he did not go out with them.
There was no one in the room, Su He took out the system reward: the truth potion (after taking it, you can speak the truth, which is effective within ten minutes)
There was only a drop of liquid in a small transparent glass bottle, which shook gently, as if it were a living thing.
After putting it back into the system space, Su He went downstairs to buy breakfast, and then went straight to the Public Security Bureau.
After a night of interrogation , the man confessed everything.
Liao Fan, male, 38 years old, was once the chief of surgery at Capital People's Hospital. He has been an excellent student since childhood, has won numerous awards, and is a rising star in the medical field.
Eight years ago, he left the Capital People's Hospital because he disobeyed the director's arrangements. When looking for a job, he was blocked many times by the director Ma Yihong. So he left the medical field and started looking for other jobs.
He started a business, delivered takeout, and worked in a pet shop. Just as he was slowly integrating into life, he was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, which made him suffer.
The wife couldn't stand this kind of life, but fortunately they didn't have any children, so she chose to divorce directly.
He hid at home, enduring the mental and physical pain alone. In the last moments of his life, suddenly, he had an urge to take revenge!
Ma Yihong!
If Liao Fan's life had not been rewritten that day, these eight years would not have been so painful.
An evil plan grew in his heart, and he wanted to eliminate these sins in the last moments of his life.
Looking at the news report, Liao Fan, who was full of vigor and vitality, and then looking at the man lying on the wooden bed, breathing weakly and coughing constantly.
Zhou Bing asked: "Do you regret it?"
Liao Fan opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Bing: "Officer... I want to experience the feeling of a bullet piercing my head..."
"I don't regret it... Even if everyone spurns me, at least it proves that I existed..."
"Justice delayed is justice denied. Before I close my eyes, I have to turn myself into a demon... Officer, do I have a choice?"
Zhou Bing said nothing and gently closed the file. Perhaps Liao Fan would have passed away before the day of legal judgment.
And just as he said, his name will be despised by everyone. How can justice be served for the victims?
Su He took notes. He did not see Liao Fan. The case was over and there was no need for him to know too much.
Su He's name and figure did not appear in the news reports. The only evidence that he participated was the award ceremony. For this reason, many people mistook him for a policeman.
"Officer Huang, are you catching the criminal?"
"Uncle, I'm delivering food."
"I understand. Don't worry. If you need my cooperation, just ask. My old bones are still strong enough to endure. I will never tolerate evil!"
“…”
Su He had no choice but to wear a mask and continued delivering food until 2:30 in the afternoon before he stopped. As he accidentally knocked over a takeaway meal on the way, he paid for the bill himself, sat on a stone bench nearby, and started to eat lunch.
A middle-aged man was playing chess at a stall next to him, and a group of old men were surrounding him, arguing endlessly.
"You can bet as much as you want, and I'll pay you twice as much... You can bet as much as you want..."
The old men were all watching the fun with their hands folded. A young man in his twenties was squatting on the ground with a rather grim look on his face.
The middle-aged man urged, "It's the last round. Think about it. If you win, I'll pay you double. You bet 500, and if you win, I'll give you 1,000..."
The young man had already lost twice. An old man next to him advised: "Young man, you shouldn't have moved the horse first... You should have gone straight to checkmate... and then..."
"Young man, do you want to play or not? If you don't have any cash, you can use WeChat or Alipay. If you have a card, you can just owe it to him first. If you win, he will give it to you. If you lose, you can just accompany him to withdraw the money..."
Su He walked over with his lunch box. It was a street game, and nine out of ten games were scams, and one was a bait. The old man next to him was not a wild old man, but a middle-aged man's agent.
Judging from the situation, there is more than one person behind this.
Su He has been accustomed to street scams over the years. As a young man in his early twenties who has just entered society, he has not yet suffered the beatings of society and is still in a stage of ignorance and fearlessness.
You keep your eyes on the money in other people's hands, but you don't realize that others have already set their eyes on the money in your pocket.
The young man lost seven or eight hundred yuan gradually, and he was already a little angry. The agent next to him was still giving him blind instructions. The young man blushed and shouted, "Don't say anything, I'll play by myself!"
"Hey, young man, you have a bad temper... I'm doing this for your own good..."
"Uncle, stop talking and let him do it himself... Young man, I'll pay you double the amount you bet. If you bet another 800, if you win, you'll get your money back in one go."
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, holding a large stack of hundred-dollar bills in his left hand and waving it back and forth.
Greed is an endless abyss. The young man looked at the large stack of money and immediately swept eight hundred yuan over. Then he squatted there and started thinking.
The young man pondered for a few minutes, and just after making a few moves, his chess position was in a dead end.
At this time, the old man next to him started to talk again: "Young man, do you know how to play chess... In this chess game, the pawn should be moved first... Why do you want to move the cannon..."
"Hey, uncle, please stop talking... Young man, do you still want to play? If you don't, I'll close the stall..." the middle-aged man also said.
The young man hesitated and said, "I have no money..."
“Ask your friend to borrow some money… the payout is double the amount you bet, so you can get it all back if you win once…” the person next to him continued to persuade.
At this moment, three choices appeared before Su He.
"Option 1: Win the endgame. Completion reward: Grandmaster chess mastery!"
"Option 2: Expose the scam in public. Completion reward: 500 dollars in cash!"
"Option 3: Call the police and catch the criminal gang in one fell swoop. Completion reward: Get the title of 'Enthusiastic Citizen'. Wearing effect: Communicate with others and improve their favorability."
The rules of the underworld are that if you see the truth, you should not speak it out. If you do, you will get into trouble. Su He looked around and found that except for the young man, the other eight people seemed to be hired as agents.
Although these people seemed to be watching chess, their eyes were actually keeping an eye on their surroundings. If there was any sign of trouble, they would immediately run away. Only the young man was kept in the dark and was looking for money from his friends with his mobile phone.
As the saying goes, the underworld is a side door. Only those who know how to use tricks can become the best. You may not be able to read, but you must know people. According to the previous underworld ethics, Su He is an outsider and cannot say too much, otherwise he will be retaliated against.
But now we live in a society ruled by law, and Su He is not worried at all.
There are three options. The first one seems to reward master-level chess proficiency, but the prerequisite is to win the endgame. Since others dare to set up stalls, no matter how superb your chess skills are, you can only draw at best. What's more, Su He only has the chess level of an elementary school student.
The second option is to expose the scam in public. In this street endgame, a core rhetoric is to accept defeat. Most people think there is something fishy, but still rush in on impulse. After losing all their money, they only complain about their poor chess skills, without ever thinking that this is a trap.
Even if you tell the young people that they are setting up a trap to cheat you out of your money, it will be of no use.
Pretending to be calm and playing with his phone, Su He sent a message to Zhou Bing, then walked over, took out ten yuan from his pocket and threw it on the ground.
"I'll play a round!"
