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Chapter 5 Judgment
Jiang Qian's expression gradually became serious.

It wasn't because of the subtitles that appeared on the screen, but after he sat down, he suddenly felt dizzy for no reason.

This dizziness is very strange.

If I had to describe it... it was as if an earthquake had suddenly occurred in the neatly arranged memory palace, and many files that were numbered in order were pulled out of the grid and mixed together.

Jiang Qian pressed his temples until the dizziness faded away, leaving "a mess" in his mind.

At this time, the subtitles on the screen have disappeared.

The feature film started playing.

Jiang Qian immediately raised his head and focused on the screen.

In the high-definition footage, the back of a teenager appeared.

He was squatting in the corner, busy flipping up and down with his hands, his movements seemed to be practicing cooking.

Concentrate and relish.

The camera gradually zoomed in, revealing the ingredient he couldn't put it down: it was a cooked mouse.

The scorched outline hangs ferociously between the gaps of several heads, and two thick iron wires pass through its fat body, setting it on the fire.

The smell of burnt hair mixed with the fresh aroma of roasted meat penetrated into his nostrils without warning, making Jiang Qian's pupils shrink.

At the same time, he has been able to confirm that what is played in this projection room is exactly a certain memory of him after he was 8 years old.

The pictures in memory are being played in the form of screen videos, while other sensory memories such as smell and taste are directly acting on themselves.

The effect is: Although Jiang Qian is sitting in the auditorium, it is as if he is in the "play".

He couldn't help clenching his palms.

"Jiang Qian, what are you doing?"

A suppressed and sullen voice came from behind the young Jiang Qian, so that he subconsciously dropped the skewers, turned around quickly, and faced the source of the voice.

Opposite the young Jiang Qian, stood a big boy who was a head taller than him.

His complexion was two shades darker than Jiang Qian's, and his face was sharp and straight for the first time.It was Jiang Qian's own brother, Jiang Yang!
Jiang Yang is 6 years older than Jiang Qian.Jiang Qian is 8 years old and Jiang Yang is about 14 years old.

At that time, Jiang Yang was still a domineering bad boy, a ruthless character in campus rumors.

But in the eyes of his younger brother, he is just superficial.

Jiang Yang looked over the young Jiang Qian and saw the scorched mouse. His expression was obviously shocked, and the corner of his mouth even twitched.

Then, he squeezed out an ugly smile: "Yo, today's food is good, it's cooked."

"The outside is burnt and the inside is tender, do you want to try it?" The young Jiang Qian replied unceremoniously.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense.

But the two brothers knew very well that this thing was not for eating at all.

For Jiang Qian at that time, small animals were like his toys, and roasting mice was just a fun activity.

But this kind of fun activity is not welcomed by my brother.

"……abnormal!"

In the next moment, Jiang Yang rushed over and pushed his brother down with brute force, followed by punches and kicks.

Any pair of brothers will quarrel and fight, and such disputes are always inevitable when they are under the same roof, especially when they are young.

But even if they really start to fight, everyone will still have some scruples and won't be cruel.

But Jiang Yang's violence has clearly crossed the line.

He didn't seem to be teaching his younger brother a lesson, but rather... using force to sanction his younger brother's "devil in his body".

This is Jiang Qian's true memory.

The pain is clearly gathered from all parts of the body to the central nervous system, so real that it feels a little nauseating.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Qian's palms were clenched into fists, his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, and it was impossible to tell whether it was anger or fear.

On the screen, Jiang Yang, who had vented his violence, held his younger brother by the collar and pushed him against the concrete wall of the warehouse, warning him word by word: "Let me find out again, and I will chop off your dirty hands." !"

Seeing his brother gnashing his teeth, the young Jiang Qian's expression was calm.

"Do you understand? Do you understand?!" Jiang Yang grabbed his younger brother's collar and shook it.

It was as if he was masking his fear with rage.

Finally, the young Jiang Qian grinned with a bruised mouth.

"What's your expression, boy? I'm fucking beating you!" Jiang Yang was so angry that the corners of his eyes twitched, and his hands clutching his collar trembled slightly.

The young Jiang Qian still had a resolute look: "You'd better chop me up now, or kill me, otherwise, don't bother me."

"Ah?" Jiang Yang didn't seem to understand.

"I said, brother, do you dare to chop me up?"

"What the hell, Jiang Qian! What do you mean? You want to kill me, huh?" Jiang Yang gradually became hysterical, "Do you have that ability?"

"You always have time to sleep." The young Jiang Qian said calmly.

Hearing this, Jiang Yang's expression gradually became astonished.

Then came indecision.

In the end, the hand holding Jiang Qian's collar even showed signs of relaxation...

But then, Jiang Yang's hands tightened suddenly, and his pupils froze!
"Fuck...Jiang Qian, you really don't want to live anymore, do you?!"

In the next scene, the young Jiang Qian was pushed to the ground.

Jiang Yang jumped over him, kicked over the "stove" that his younger brother was tinkering with, and stomped viciously until it went out.

Not only that, he also rushed into the warehouse and dug out stacks of small animal specimens... Those creatures that were killed and still kept their original appearance were completely crushed under Jiang Yang's trampling.

Seeing this, the young Jiang Qian rushed over like a bullet, and the two brothers scuffled together again.

The screen switches amidst the escalating violence.

This is the first time that Jiang Qian and Jiang Yang's conflict has escalated. The point of the needle is against Maimang.

Jiang Qian sat tensely on the sofa, until the image of violent conflict in the screen was completely cut out, and then he gradually and slowly let go of his whitish hand.

This memory, including all the physical sensations in this memory, will be fed back to him synchronously, and the pressure can be imagined.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang was not very old at that time, otherwise I should be in a bad state at the moment... Jiang Qian thought to himself.

He moved his hands that were numb from clenching for a long time, and his memory picture was still playing.

Jiang Qian on the screen has grown into a young man in a blink of an eye.

On this day, he returned home, locked the door carefully, and put the items hidden in the schoolbag on the desk one by one:
Sleeping pills, piano wire, gloves, boning knives, strong cleaners.

Jiang Qian on the sofa gradually focused.

The high-definition version of the memory was indeed brought into his sight.

Jiang Qian stared at the screen, watched himself put on his gloves, and began to carefully crush the whole bottle of sleeping pills, an indescribable burning sensation slowly burst in his chest.

Then, the lights in the projection room suddenly dimmed.

The scene on the screen suddenly goes out.

The space in front of him was twisted and folded, and when it unfolded again, he had already arrived at the solemn court trial scene!

Judges in black robes and masks sat tall.

The sofa where Jiang Qian was sitting had turned into an iron bench for the prisoner at some point. His hands and feet were fixed by iron rings and he could not break free.

The half of the steel bar brought in earlier also disappeared...

At this time, a powerful voice pierced the silence and announced condescendingly:
"Criminal suspect Jiang Qian, you are accused of murdering your brother, destroying his body, and concealing crimes. After investigation by the court, the case is found to be true, and we are now entering the trial process."

This voice came from the presiding judge who was sitting high in the trial seat. He was wearing a scarlet mask, and the indignation was suppressed in his voice:

"The public prosecutor is requested to make a statement of the case!"

As the voice fell, another black-robed man wearing a gray mask stood up: "Thank you to the judge. I have to say that this case has refreshed my new understanding of the evil of human nature."

At the same time as the briefing of the case began, the interrupted memory content continued to be played on the TV video on the court side, perfectly realizing the synchronization of audio and video.

"On July 2017, 7, the criminal suspect Jiang Qian returned home from school ahead of schedule with tools to commit the crime. He was only 9 years old that year."

The prosecutor paused, and his face wrapped in a gray mask slowly turned to Jiang Qian.

Although the other party was wearing a mask and couldn't see his facial expressions clearly, Jiang Qian could still feel the suffocating sense of oppression.

At the same time, the sound of iron chains rubbing overhead.

Jiang Qian raised his head subconsciously following the sound, only to find that a giant iron ax mottled with blood was hanging high above his head!

The blade of the huge ax was shiny, as if it was ready to cut off the head of the guilty person at any time.

At that moment, Jiang Qian felt that the heart in his chest, which had always been stable and prudent, had a tendency to speed up.

"The course of the case is just like your own memory..."

"First, you inject the dissolved sleeping pills into the juice in advance and prepare it in the kitchen in advance. Then you skip dinner on the grounds of feeling unwell. That night, everyone in the family who drank the juice fell asleep early."

"At that time, you and Jiang Yang shared the same room. After confirming that your brother was asleep due to the effect of the medicine, you strangled him around the neck with the piano wire prepared in advance, resulting in your brother's death."

At the gray mask's words, the huge ax hanging above Jiang Qian's head suddenly dropped a lot, and the iron chains rubbed against each other harshly.

It's like impatient to punish a villain.

"After that, you used the bone knife you prepared to dismember your brother's body at home, and cleaned up the scene by yourself."

"Your movements are precise and skillful. We speculate that you have some anatomical knowledge and experience before. The scene was cleaned up carefully enough without leaving any obvious traces."

The giant ax fell again!

The sharp ax blade was only three feet away from Jiang Qian's head.

"After that, you used your brother's mobile phone to forge text messages about his trip away from home and sent them to the main family members, so as to cover up the real time of the incident."

"Using the time before the police intervened, you dumped the tools and corpses in batches at different garbage dumps in Jinping City."

"Unfortunately, this part of the evidence can no longer be recovered..."

As soon as the giant ax fell to the bottom this time, it barely stopped when it rubbed Jiang Qian's back neck!
He was forced to lean on the table of the interrogation chair, barely avoiding this fatal blow...

Seeing this situation, Gray Mask sighed deeply: "Ah, it is unimaginable to commit such a serious crime at such an age."

During his statement as a "public prosecutor", Jiang Qian's memory screen was also playing the corresponding process.

Statements match memories.

This is indeed his memory, although he can't remember the specific time and cause and effect of this memory for a while.

Jiang Qian was pinned on the interrogation chair by the giant axe, his face turned slightly pale, and his fingers were clenched tightly.

The case statement is over.

The presiding judge wearing a scarlet mask yelled angrily: "The criminal suspect Jiang Qian, what do you have to say about the above crimes?!"

This roar was like a thunderbolt, which suppressed the atmosphere to the extreme.

At the same time, the giant ax hanging on Jiang Qian's head was faintly restless as if it had come to life, hitting Jiang Qian's skull with a sharp blade at any time.

[At the moment of judgment, please make a choice]

[Choose to plead guilty: Sacrifice your sinful hands to the court of truth]

[Choose to reverse the case and defend: There is a certain chance of successfully getting away with the crime, but the greater possibility is that you will die on the spot]

"?"

The copy gave a hint that only Jiang Qian could hear.

This is obviously not in line with the normal trial process, but the dungeon world has its own rules of operation.

The gray mask stepped forward at the same time, and said in a dark tone: "You deserve death. But if you admit your crime and sincerely repent, the Tribunal of Truth assures you that you will receive the sentence you deserve. Then, I will ask you one last time. , do you plead guilty?"

"I……"

Sitting on the interrogation chair, Jiang Qian's chest rose and fell, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

Psychological motives and memories that closely match the case history all pointed the blame at him, and it seemed that there was no possibility of exonerated guilt.

He personally planned and killed his brother.

The purpose is clear, the method of committing the crime is cruel, and once he is put on trial, his hands will stay here.

The judge's stern voice came through the scarlet mask again: "Jiang Qian, do you plead guilty?"

Cold sweat rolled down Jiang Qian's forehead.

"deny."

He raised his head, his bloodshot eyes looked directly at the judge's scarlet mask: "Jiang Yang's disappearance has nothing to do with me."

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