I Decide Who's Guilty.

Su Mo first drove to the target's residential area, but he did not drive all the way to the destination. Instead, he parked at a nearby club.

Then, carrying a backpack, he walked to the target residential area on foot. He did not use the front entrance but went to the green space on the right side.

From here, he could avoid surveillance cameras and directly climb over the fence to enter the residential area.

This residential area did not have walls, which was good. There were only steel pillars about two meters high serving as the fence. For Su Mo, who was nearly 180 cm tall and had been a soldier, climbing over was no difficulty at all.

Very smoothly, it was getting cold and close to 9 pm. There were not many people outside, and there were not many people in the residential area either. He smoothly avoided passersby and went to the building where his target lived.

This time, instead of using wire to break the surveillance camera, he picked up a rock and smashed the surveillance camera directly.

Then, as usual, he went upstairs via the stairwell and directly went to the 8th floor, where his target lived. On the way, he changed into a food delivery uniform and took out a prepared food bag.

He had already investigated clearly that the target lived alone and basically ordered food delivery every night, so he had prepared accordingly.

After arriving on the 8th floor, he did not take action immediately. Instead, he stood at the corner of the stairwell and observed the situation in front of the target’s door through the gap.

About half an hour later, a food delivery guy knocked on the door and said, "Food delivery."

"Just leave it outside the door," came the voice from inside.

After the food delivery person put down the food, he directly took the elevator and left the 8th floor.

After the food delivery guy left, Su Mo immediately walked out and stood at the door.

The door opened, and the target looked at Su Mo with a frown: "Didn't I tell you to leave the food outside the door? Can't understand human words, huh?"

After speaking, he impatiently reached out his hand to take over the food. At this moment, a stun gun was placed against his arm.

On the other side, the special police team had arrived near Ping An's residential area and had surrounded the place with three layers inside and three layers outside.

After the police officers took their positions, Wei Dongqing took out a gun and said:

"Yangzi, come with me. The rest of you just wait here."

After speaking, he took Li Yang, who was also holding a gun, and a group of policemen, and headed towards Ping An's residence together.

When they reached the door, Wei Dongqing nodded slightly, and then several policemen started working on the door lock.

A few dozen seconds later, everyone nodded together, then kicked open the door and rushed in wildly.

As a result, when Wei Dongqing and the others entered, they saw Ping An sitting calmly on a meditation cushion with a calm look in his eyes. He said softly:

"You finally came. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After knocking out Fan Hong, Su Mo entered the room and closed the door behind him before surveying the living room.

The living room was very messy, looking like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. There was garbage bags everywhere, really not like a place where a woman lived.

He then went to the bedroom. It turned out she was broadcasting live in there. Su Mo smiled slightly:

"This Fan Hong is quite thoughtful. She even helped me get the live streaming all ready, saving me a lot of trouble."

After dropping out of college, Fan Hong had been living off her parents. Her parents couldn't stand watching it anymore. So they moved to a new house with Fan Hong's younger brother, leaving the old house to Fan Hong.

Fan Hong was lazy. She didn't want to work either. So she thought about making money by live streaming. She actually did quite well, mainly because she had no bottom line and dared to say and do anything. Those edge-pushing things were just child's play to her.

Su Mo pulled the slightly overweight Fan Hong onto a chair and tied her securely, naturally sealing her mouth as well so there wouldn't be too much noise to disturb the beauty.

Then Su Mo took off the food delivery uniform and put on his combat robe and mask.

About an hour later, Fan Hong woke up. Su Mo's eyes lit up. Then he dragged Fan Hong together with the chair to the front of the live streaming camera.

At this point, after over an hour of no one on screen, there were not many people left in the streaming room, but still some. They saw the tied-up Fan Hong appear on screen.

A user named "Fan Hong's Dear Hubby" typed:

"Wifey, what show are you putting on now? Quite fun huh, hubby likes it."

Not only him, several more bullet screen comments popped up in the streaming room, all saying Fan Hong knew how to have fun and didn't find it strange at all.

Su Mo looked at the live streaming screen, then at Fan Hong again. His facial expression was quite bizarre.

"Is this...the same person? The beauty filters in this world are more powerful than in my world!" He couldn't help marvelling to himself.

Next, he took three items out of his backpack: a fruit knife, an iron hammer, and a syringe, placing them on the desk in front of the computer.

Then Su Mo's figure appeared within the frame of the live streaming camera. He waved his hand in greeting.

This time the streaming room exploded. Dark Night Judge had already gained fame. Many people had seen his photos and immediately recognized him.

"Fan Hong's Dear Hubby" typed: "Fuck, this is Dark Night Judge! Fuck, fuck! My wife is doomed!"

At this time, more and more people were entering the streaming room.

All kinds of bullet screen comments started popping up.

"Dark Night Judge, is this live streaming? Damn, this is lit!"

"Um, I'd like to say, could everyone please not call the cops? I want to watch the whole trial."

"Sorry, I've called the cops already. Mr. Hubby, your wife is going to be tried. Any comments, how do you feel about this?"

"How do I feel? I feel with my fucking eyes, retard. Can't believe you even ask this kind of question."

Looking at the active people in the streaming room, Su Mo was very happy. He turned to look at Fan Hong, who at this time had tears and snot all over her face, and some foul-smelling stuff flowing out from her lower body—she had lost control of her bladder.

Su Mo felt a little nauseated. Looking back at the camera again, he said, "Everyone, this Fan Hong, when she was in college, smeared HIV virus on her roommate's toothbrush, which caused that kind girl to get infected and eventually led to her death. So I'm going to put her on trial.

"As for why she didn't go to jail, it's simple. Her daddy Fan Gang is the section chief of the Western Regional Land and Resources Bureau. Everyone understands, right?"

After speaking, he looked at Fan Hong again, signalling with his eyes at the three tools on the table, then said,

"Choose for yourself. Do you want to be stabbed to death with the knife, smashed to death with the hammer, or poisoned to death with the drugs?"

Fan Hong shook her head vigorously, seeming to want to say something.

Su Mo seemed to understand. Suddenly he burst out laughing, laughing so hard that his body bent over.

"Fan Hong, don't tell me you want to say it wasn't you who murdered Liu Qingsha?" He laughed wildly. "Hahaha, hahaha!"

After laughing for a while, looking at Fan Hong's ugly state, he raved: "I'm not the police. Whoever I say is the murderer, that's who the murderer is. In my eyes, you are Liu Qingsha's killer.

"So you deserve death. I'm actually very curious. What were you thinking? That girl treated you with utmost kindness. Why would you want to harm others? Oh well, you're going to die anyway. Go ask King Yama when you get down there. You are the most disgusting trash I've ever seen."