Chapter 18: This person has gone mad

  "Please pull over to the side of the road up ahead, and then wait for a bit," Evan said with a light pat on the driver's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the three-story building not far away, where police officers and paramedics in blue uniforms were constantly entering and exiting.

  As soon as the car pulled over, Evan pushed open the door and got out, Jin Hu naturally followed Evan's behind and got off the car.

  As soon as the two got off the car, a police officer in uniform came over and said to them: "Gentlemen, this is a crime scene. You can't get close!"

  Evan lifted up the hem of his coat, revealing a badge: "We've got some questions for Brandon!"

  The police officer glanced at the badge on Evan's waist, dropped his hand that was blocking the two of them and shook his head saying: "I'm afraid he can't answer your questions anymore, Brandon was just poisoned with cyanide! The doctor has already declared him dead."

  Evan's figure slightly paused, then nodded at the police officer and turned his head towards the taxi.

  Jintiger got on the car, and as soon as he closed the door, he heard Evan say to the driver: "Take us to the hotel".

  The car fell silent for a moment, and Jin Hu didn't know what to say either. Evan's old man had passed away, and he hadn't encountered such a situation before.

  The car drove for five or six minutes and stopped in front of a two-story wooden small hotel. Jin Hu paid the fare, and the two people carried their luggage into the lobby and directly booked two rooms.

  They each returned to their rooms, and Jin Hu put down his things and lay on the bed. Thinking about it this way, he felt that Aiven's relationship with his father was very strange. If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely go take a look when their old man died. But Aiven saw his own father being hung, and even though he had arrived at the door of their home, he didn't even glance over before turning around and leaving.

  "Knock knock knock! Brian!" Evan's voice came from outside the door. Jin Hu sprang up from bed, walked to the door and opened it, seeing Evan holding a beer in his hand and gesturing at him.

  Jin Hu took the beer and sat down on his bed, small inns are not as comfortable as large hotels before, and there is no living room. As soon as you enter the door, everything inside can be seen at a glance. Looking at Evan's expression, he must have come to talk to him.

  Aidan followed Jinhu into the door, took over the beer handed by Jinhu, leaned on the windowsill and took a sip: "It seems we don't need to protect him anymore".

  "Then find the person he wants to accuse and get rid of them directly, then find out who the killer is and get rid of them together." Jin Hu said, gently rotating the wine bottle in his hand as he spoke to Evan.

  Aidan nodded: "Yeah! The next thing is to do it like this, but we can take advantage of the police force here."

  Jin Hu listened and asked: "How to use it?"

  "Go ask them directly!" Evan said, looking at Jin Hu.

  Jin Hu was taken aback, and directly ran to the police station to ask? Just relying on the fake police badges hanging from their waists? Was Evan's brain damaged by hatred? Thinking of this, he touched the police badge at his waist: "Relying on just this? The police here would tell us about the cases they're handling?"

  Aidan looked at Jinhu and said: "They can find our police number and basic information online, what can't they tell us?"

  Jin Hu was stunned: "Did Qiao Yi sneak into the police station?" This Qiao Yi is quite something, now she's transformed from a small thief to an honorable American people's police officer?

  Aidan didn't answer Jin Hu's question, instead he raised his head and silently stared ahead: "The relationship between my siblings and him isn't very good." After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the label on the wine bottle in his hand.

  Jin Hu didn't use Evan's words, he had already thought of that. He nodded and prepared to hear Evan continue speaking.

  After taking a sip of wine, Evan looked at Jinhu and continued: "He believed in the education of frustration and independence. From an early age, we had to earn everything ourselves, just like his employees, and our wages were deducted if we didn't finish or meet the standards. We lived in a rich community but never really experienced a rich life because we always had things to do - school outings, birthday celebrations, and going out to play all required us to work for money. The other kids in the community didn't want to play with us because they had many toys that we didn't have, and others weren't willing to share them with us either. So, we didn't really have any friends of our own age!"

  Jin Hu's eyes widened as he thought to himself: "Damn! This old man is really something, treating his own kids like this despite being wealthy!" Then he wondered if the Aven siblings weren't actually related by blood. Apart from that possibility, Jin Hu couldn't think of any other explanation, and with his nationalistic mindset, he just couldn't understand this.

  "One time, the whole family went out to play, my brother took a liking to a rock, he really liked it and said it looked like a little dog, wanting to take it back home. At that time I was five years old, he told my brother if you want it then carry it yourself to the car, my brother was only six years old at the time, so he had no choice but to carry the rock himself, after walking for just a few steps he got tired and begged him to help carry it for a bit but was refused. My sister and I could only help by taking turns carrying it with three people, but our strength was too small, we managed to move it halfway before having to give up. We cried as we got into the car, I will never forget that scene."

  Jin Hu was stunned, is there such a father in this world? He stared blankly at Aiven, unable to speak.

  Ivan looked at Jinhu's expression and smiled, saying: "At that time, a very famous professor of child psychology put forward a theory. He was strict about it, but we couldn't accept it. I don't think the place where I live every day is our home either. For us, it's just a dormitory to go back to every day. As soon as I turned 18, I escaped from that place and never went back. My brother did too."

  I hope American parents are not as disappointing as this, teaching people to educate their children like this! Are you also like this? Thinking of this, Jin Hu asked Evan: "Is that professor also educating his own child in the same way?" What kind of education method is this, where is the affection?

  Evan nodded: "Yes! But the result is similar to ours, his wish to see his children before he died was rejected because they didn't want to see him, seeing him could only remind them of their cruel childhood, and even the memories were not good." Evan curled up the corner of his mouth and said: "At that time, there was a retired soldier in the neighborhood who had injured one leg and lived in the smallest house in the neighborhood. He was always happy every day. He was friends with my brother and me, telling us stories, baking cakes for us, taking us to fish in the nearby river... In short, he filled the role of our father, teaching us to love this country. Under his influence, my brother and I later joined the army."

  He shifted his body, resting his elbow on the windowsill: "Loyalty to the country became my everything, even the meaning of living. I quickly passed the special forces selection and met my captain, who taught me a lot of things that I still use today. I even thought about staying in the army until I couldn't hold a gun anymore. I didn't care who I killed or who my opponent was, because I had faith - the country's interests were my faith. Until I discovered that some people in the military were using the coffins of fallen soldiers to smuggle drugs into the country. I reported it several times, but it fell on deaf ears and I faced exclusion and even a bullet in the back. Finally, I directly reported it to the Ministry of National Defense, and those corrupt officials were brought to justice. But for the sake of the military's reputation, it was a secret trial! And in other people's eyes, I became an informant, the most unwelcome person in the military. No team wanted me, and I was kicked out of the army!"

  Oh! Now Jinhu understands, this is a case of love turning to hate. If he can't serve the country, then he'll stir up trouble for it, and has become a traitor. This kind of traitor suits Jinhu's taste, he wishes that America was full of traitors, whatever achievements are made today, tomorrow the whole world will know about them, how great is that! With this thought, he listened to Evan's story with renewed interest.

  "After I came back, some people approached me and told me something. With their support, I established the Knights' Order, doing things for this country in a special way, using extraordinary means to eradicate some tumors that the law cannot control."

  "Huh? Jin Hu felt a lump in his throat after hearing Evan's words. Is this what it means to serve the United States? And that tumor, the Knights Templar, looks like a tumor to Jin Hu, just like last time when they snatched the powder and exchanged it for money, was it also for the United States? Jin Hu didn't want to believe that the people behind Evan bought these things with money just to flush them down the drain, fooling ghosts."

  Evan looked at Jinhu's expression, possibly guessing what Jinhu was thinking in his heart, and said seriously to Jinhu: "For a higher goal, sometimes we have to sacrifice some small interests. When you see things from my perspective, you will understand!" After finishing, he patted Jinhu's shoulder: "Brian! I have hopes for you that exceed others. Many times, we are very similar! If one day something unexpected happens to me, I think you can take over my position and continue leading the Knights." After saying this, he walked towards the door, opened it, turned his head back and said: "Get a good rest, tomorrow we will go to the police station. Oh, by the way, there is a small notebook in your bag that records some things about the police, take a look!" After finishing, he took the door and walked out.

  Jin Hu looked at the closed door of the house, and in his mind, he connected Evan's behavior with today's words, and finally came to a conclusion: Evan had gone mad!

  He's not the kind of crazy that wields a knife and slashes people on the street, but rather he's gone mad in his own heart. He thinks everything he does is right, all for the sake of his country. Others selling powder are wrong, while he himself is correct, with a clear conscience and a sense of justification. In his own mind, he has established a set of standards that go against those of most people. Since meeting Evan, Jin Hu has not found anything special about him - no hobbies, women, or liquor; he can sit in front of the office desk all day with a radiant complexion. If it's not madness, Jin Hu can't find any other explanation.

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