Twenty-one, it is advisable to remove, take livestock, avoid starting work, opening business, taking office, and rushing to the north of the monkey.

After handing over the video, Hull waited at home for two days. During these two days, he only said a few words to the person who came to deliver the takeaway, and the rest of the time was in a state of not saying a word.

Basically, except for eating, sleeping and going to the bathroom, he just stayed by his phone and stared blankly.

Whenever he was in a daze, the scene that happened in that "bunker" a few days ago would flash back in front of him. For him at that time, it was no longer a big deal to take out the capsule from the stomachs of the four corpses, and at most it was a little disgusting; but it was not so easy to make up his mind to kill that woman...

After all, self-defense and abuse are two completely different things.

The former is to protect oneself from being physically harmed, while the latter is to hurt others for some psychological satisfaction.

What made Hull feel painful was that he himself did not have the psychological demands that needed to be satisfied by torture and killing. He could neither get happiness from this behavior nor had a particularly strong desire to revenge that woman. He just came to this point without realizing it... and ushered in a choice that he had to make.

There are many such choices in life, and a decision that can change your life at that time.

Hull naturally had the choice to do the "right" thing. He could not kill the woman, call the police, and tell the police everything, including those related to the judge.

What will happen? He is likely to be detained, then taken over by FCPs and tortured, until the other party thinks he is worthless, then kick back to the police.

At that time, if he is lucky, he may be released and become a vagrant again; and if he is unlucky... For example, if the police do not believe his words (although he told the truth), or if the families of the "Supreme" want to whitewash their children and kill Hull to avenge their children, he may be convicted of "over-defense" or even "deliberate homicide", thrown into prison and even sentenced to death.

Of course, Hull could also do "wrong" things. He could abuse the woman as the judge said, hand over the video to the judge, and then embark on a path of no return controlled by the judge.

In addition, Hull can do something "wrong and not bad". He can talk to the woman about a deal and two people collude with confessions, each of them testify for each other, want a reasonable set of testimony, and put all the charges on the judge and the supreme, and they both play the role of victims... and call the police after all discussions are made.

In this way, the two of them can not only return to society safely, but also divide the black money in the "killing carnival" fund pool; as for what will happen in the future... who knows? Maybe that girl will fall in love with him because of Hull's unkilling kindness, maybe their lies will be exposed and both jailed, maybe they will be chased and killed by gamblers on the dark web...

This is how life is. Those major choices have never been absolutely "right" or "wrong". Even moral right and wrong are full of contradictions; whether you do the right thing or the wrong thing, it may lead to good or bad results.

Some people have been doing the right things, but their lives are displaced; some people are morally degraded, despicable, but they are in a prosperous and prosperous way.

Some people believe that as long as the results are correct, they can sacrifice and compromise in terms of means; but some people believe that the good results obtained by any means have lost their meaning...

"Correct" and "freedom" can never reach an agreement, nor can they tell who is right or who is wrong.

These two things torture all the people in the world who have conscience and morality, including... Hull Schneider.

The judge's arrangement that night was not about killing the "Supreme" who had fallen, and those people were nothing to him.

What the judge really wants to kill... is Hull's conscience.

He succeeded.

Hull finally chose to do the "wrong" thing.

It is difficult to do the right thing, but it is easy to do the wrong thing.

A person may not be able to become a saint in his entire life, but he can become a devil in just one thought.

When Hull began to vent on the beautiful girl, the physical pleasure quickly stopped him from thinking redundantly; he fell in the sea of ​​desire, gradually becoming cold and crazy... His hypocritical self-persuasion was also overwhelmed by a strange, pathological excitement.

Perhaps someone thinks that the woman deserves it because she and her accomplices themselves are perpetrators who harm strangers for the sake of interests and interests.

Some people may also think that although she is wrong, she should not end like this. She deserves to be tried by law, rather than this lynching of violence against violence.

But in fact... that doesn't matter.

As mentioned above, this is another question of correctness and freedom, and the judge does not care about this problem... This problem is shit to him, and the person who is entangled in this problem is pussy to him...

Hull cared about it two days ago, but after these two days, he also... didn't care anymore.

The conscience of killing a person is not a matter of a day or a night. If Hull's conscience was stabbed that night, then his conscience was slowly bleeding and waiting for death in the past two days.

Doing a bad thing will not make you a bad person. Only when your heart is adapted to the feeling of "doing a bad thing" will you be a bad person.

The judge did not contact Hull immediately after confirming the video, just waiting for this... If Hull's pain and entanglement did not ease and became more and more intense within the past two days, causing him to think of repentance, surrender, or even commit suicide, then he would be useless; but if he adapted... and accepted all this, he would have passed the final trial.

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Was it

The old electronic doorbell made a harsh sound.

The noise pulled Hull's thoughts back from his memories. He took the opportunity to look at the time and found that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

When he walked towards the door, Hull remembered that he didn't seem to order takeout, which made his pace slow down a little, but a second later, he continued to walk towards the door because he guessed that it might be a salesman.

"Who?" Hull had already opened the door when he asked.

He is very brave now, and some people ask for the door to open it first before talking.

"Hello, my name is James Lance." Lance stood outside the door, dressed in a casual summer outfit, and his tone of speaking was always frivolous.

Hull looked it up and down and continued, "Sell medicine?"

Hull lives in a messy neighborhood because the rent is cheap, and there are often pimps, debt collectors, and gangsters selling marijuana.

"Idiot, are you?" Lance said this and pushed the door open, and pushed Hull away and entered the room.

"Hey! What do you bastard think you are doing?" Seeing this, Hull immediately showed a fierce look of trying to take action and scolded.

"The 'medicine' you mentioned is one of the few products in the world that you don't need to sell. Have you ever seen people who sell that kind of thing come to ask people to buy it?" Lance ignored the other party's shouting and continued the topic just now.

"Boy, I'll count to three..." Hull stared at him and continued, "If you are willing to go out by yourself, I will let you go..."

"I received your video." Unexpectedly, the next second, Lance said something amazing, "The content meets the requirements, but it's not very good."

This sentence made Hull froze and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Don't stand there, close the door." Lance didn't even look at Hull, wandering around the other party's house as if he was going back home, and occasionally opened a few drawers and cabinet doors to check.

"You..." When Hull brought him to the door, his tone had changed, and his expression was also trembling, "You are..."

"Judge." Lance replied, "Have you guessed it yet?"

Hull stared at him for a few seconds, suddenly his face on the floor and said with a sharp look: "I don't know what you are talking about, who are you? If I don't leave, I will call the police."

"ho~" Lance smiled, "It's not bad. As a person with no criminal experience, it is worthy of praise to be able to have such a level of alertness."

Hull's expression remains unchanged: "I'll say it again, I don't know you are..."

"Okay, OK, I'll prove it to you, don't worry." Lance interrupted him, and took out a cell phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen. "Look out from your bedroom window, on the left, the building separated by a street, the room in the middle of the third floor, right?"

Hull did not respond, but he naturally had an impression of the room that Lance mentioned, because the person living there was his landlord...

There is a kind of person in this world who is like flies and bedbugs, harassing and disgusting everyone around them all day long. Although everyone knows that they are extremely selfish and shameless villains and are afraid to avoid them, because their behavior is often legally unable to be dealt with or only minor punishments, they can still freely spread the foul smell of poison everywhere.

Hull's landlord is such a person.

He was a lustful old man in his sixties. He ran very fast when collecting rent, but when there was a problem with the house, he never helped solve all kinds of shirks. He ignored it and even covered up various safety hazards to deceive people into moving in. He faked the bill, hid a pinhole in the female tenant's house, and used some obscene activities while the tenant was not in the house. He bullied the weak and feared the strong, was afraid of the strong, and then he was angry with the honest tenants and the villagers who had just entered the city. He was extremely lustful, from poor students who worked part-time to widows who had difficulty living with their children, he had been harassed by him. It was common for him to touch them.

No one regards him as a human being, but sometimes, for the sake of life, people have to deal with this kind of bed bug.

"It's okay if you don't answer, after all, you are still suspicious that I am an agent of FCPs, right? Haha..." Lance waited for a few seconds and said again, "Anyway, I want to ask you to walk to the window where you can see your landlord's house immediately and look into his room."

Hearing this, Hull still didn't respond, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he still headed towards the bedroom.

Hull's apartment was not big, with only two rooms inside and outside except for the bathroom. He quickly walked to the window of the bedroom, opened the curtains and looked towards his landlord's house.

At this time, his landlord happened to be at home; this stingy old ghost was also very stingy to him. He didn't turn on the air conditioner in such a hot day, so he kept the windows open and sat by the window and played the electric fan.

Just two seconds after Hull's eyes locked in the landlord, suddenly...

Bang!

Accompanied by a dazzling white light, a loud noise came from the room.

Even though the width of a street was across the road, the shock waves of the explosion still shook the glass of the Hull family out of cracks.

When the fire and smoke rose, Hull was so shocked that he took several steps back and staggered on his bedside table.

"The unscrupulous landlord has covered up safety hazards for many years, and eventually died at home due to a rupture of the aging gas pipeline. Fortunately, the surrounding tenants were not at home when the explosion occurred, and the explosion did not affect the overall structure of the building, resulting in a collapse..." At this moment, Lance, who was next door, read these sentences in a "broadcasting cavity" and then returned to normal tone, "... Such a passage appears on the pages of major local media, which will surely make many people feel... very pleasing to the eyes."

Hearing this, Hull turned to look at Lance and pondered: "You have expected in advance that I will be wary of you being an undercover agent, so... in order to quickly prove your identity, you put a bomb in the home of a civilian I know?"

"Ah, that's exactly that." Lance replied in a relaxed tone while putting away the phone used to detonate.

"Then...what if I believed you from the beginning, I was not wary of you being an undercover agent?" Hull thought for a few seconds and asked again.

"No difference." Lance shrugged, "For me, it's like using firecrackers to blow shit. An is fine, it's a pity not to detonate."

"I thought, you..." Hull said halfway, swallowed the half of the word "you" and changed his words, "Uh... you only kill those who are extremely guilty."

"How do you define what you call 'great sins'? What should we legally sentence them to? "Lance sneered, "Ha... if you follow that standard, your landlord should continue to do what he does every day, and you and I should die...are you?"

Hull was speechless.

"Since you are already a member of the 'Fengdu Luoshan Mountain', let go of your previous standards." Lance continued, "Remember... 'Fengdu Luoshan Mountain' represents not the system of the federal government, but the justice outside that system.

"What we control is people who do not care about the law or cannot control it; they are either protected by the system, or are ignored and left behind because they do not threaten the system itself...

"So, I don't care how much the legal sentencing of the old bastard living opposite is; I just know that he is a disgusting bastard, and the world would be better without him, and many kind people would feel relieved or at least relieved because of his death.

"I don't need to collect a bunch of evidence that I'm likely not able to obtain, and then run to a place full of hypocrisy and corruption and talk nonsense with a group of suits and ties, arrogant hypocrites, and by the way, I have to please a dozen fools who think they're important, but they're not really stupid.

"I, the judge... is a system, which is beyond the standards you know... another system, you'd better get used to this quickly."
Chapter completed!