Xu Wenchao seemed out of breath. He didn't even have time to think about how the police found the house, and he didn't even have time to tell whether he had left any traces on the car. The moment he heard the address, he knew It's over.
His tinnitus lasted for half a minute, and he sat there like a clay or wood sculpture. He forgot about the police opposite, the eye-catching surveillance, and the cramped little dark room, and was lost in his own world.
Xu Wenchao is a man who has received higher education and his intelligence is even above average.
He knew right and wrong, could clearly recognize the red lines drawn on the ground by law and morality, knew what he was doing, and knew the consequences. At the same time, he still couldn't stop. He tried his best to cover up his crimes and erase them with as much care and consideration as possible. Remove all traces that can be erased.
For many years, he felt like a person floating on the water, with his upper body exposed in broad daylight, mingling among ordinary people, thinking about life like ordinary people, agreeing with most people's views, but he never went there Look down.
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