Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 170 The Hand of God 23
Two children killed their parents?
Zheng Yan was shocked for two seconds, then quickly asked for the deceased's information, while covering the bottom half of his phone and asking his assistant to retrieve the data.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the family of the twins they had rescued before; the children's names were Jiang Siyuan and Jiang Sixuan.

Tan Ming continued on the phone, "The neighbors called the police after hearing screams and cries. The two deceased were found, one lying by the bathtub and the other in the kitchen. They both appeared to have died from massive bleeding after being stabbed. The two children must have had a fierce fight with them; they were covered in injuries and eventually collapsed in the living room."

After taking a breath, he added, "There's a very strange box in his house that you should come and see. It's basically a giant cat carrier. They eat, drink, and poop all in there, and you have to pour their food in from the outside. I think that's the main reason why the child rebelled against and killed his parents."

A chill ran down Zheng Yan's spine. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but said, "Kuang Fan has really done a lot of harm; he's heartless and insane."

Judging from the previous behavior of the twins' parents and Kuang Fan's "hobbies," it seems that Kuang Fan intentionally guided them to abuse the children.

This time, something happened that may have escalated the abuse, and the two children couldn't take it anymore, so they fought back, resulting in the tragic deaths of two and injuries to two others.

Zheng Yan simply couldn't imagine how many similar things Kuang Fan had done, or how many more families would suffer similar tragedies.

His breathing became heavy. After wiping his face, he asked the clinic assistant, "Do you know why these twins came to see me? Did Kuang Fan mention a box in his treatment recommendations?"

The assistant shook his head blankly and pointed to the twins' medical records, saying, "They came to see us a few months ago. Their parents were being secretive, as if they were embarrassed to be known by people they knew, so they didn't want to go to a big hospital or a famous mental health clinic. They came to us instead, saying that the children were sickly and not quite normal, and that they couldn't laugh or cry, so it might be autism."

"When asked why, they said it was because they were strict with the child before, and would lock him in a dark room if he did something wrong. This method used to work well, but recently the child has been screaming and resisting. He doesn't cry, laugh, or beg for mercy, so they were worried and came to see a doctor. Actually, Dr. Kwong and I both know that the child has bruises on his body. His parents must have hit him before. It's not just as simple as locking him in a dark room."

The assistant sighed as she spoke, "Many of the children who come here have problems because their parents have problems themselves. They are burdened by the weight of life and have no patience to educate their children. They either beat or scold them or try to ignore it. When something happens, they cry together. It's hard to say whose psychological trauma is more severe."

Zheng Yan's face was tense: "That's abuse. There's no such thing as not knowing how to educate, that's abuse! Are you sure Kuang Fan didn't mention any boxes? Did the twins' parents mention boxes when they talked about locking the children in a dark room?"

The assistant shook his head again: "I haven't heard them mention it. What kind of box is it? Is there something wrong with it?"

Tan Jia glanced at his expression and thought of a famous "box".

But we'll have to wait and see.

She quickly copied the clinic's surveillance footage, printed it out, and handed the twins' medical records to Zheng Yan.

"Let's go, Captain Zheng, let's check out the third crime scene. The more things we uncover, the more clues the killer will reveal. I have a feeling we're not far from finding the mastermind."

……

Golden Coast Community.

The elevator entrance on the twelfth floor of Building 7 was cordoned off. After pushing aside the cordon and crawling inside, you could smell a bloody stench emanating from the open door after only a few steps into the corridor.

The forensic pathologists and trace evidence examiners who arrived earlier were working diligently. Tan Ming was taking a statement from his neighbor next door when he saw them arrive and looked up.

Tan Jia paid no attention to anyone else; she immediately noticed the large pool of blood in the living room and the two children surrounded by doctors. The children were covered in blood, pale-faced, their eyes closed and still unconscious. Underneath their pulled-open clothes were several cuts, with flesh exposed.

He was thin and small, not like a seven or eight-year-old, but like a five or six-year-old.

There were enough people surrounding the child, so her gaze didn't linger for long before she bypassed them and looked towards the area where the forensic examination photos were taken.

There was a large box-like structure with a colorful and whimsical surface. Only one small window on each of the four vertical sides connected to an automatic device for dispensing items, and there was a fully automatic skylight overhead.

She walked to the window and looked inside. There were pillows, blankets, clothes, empty bread wrappers, and empty mineral water bottles.

It's not hard to imagine that the two children were "punished" by being locked in a black box. If they behaved well, they would receive food and toys; if they disobeyed, they would likely be left hungry and curled up in a ball until they met their parents' "obedience standard" in the next time period.

Looking at the living room and the open study, there are computers, documents, printers, three-sided monitors, and a wall full of books.

With an expensive house, excellent economic conditions, and a job that requires a lot of time, it's clear that the Jiang couple may not have time to take care of their child or the patience to educate him.

"Did you notice anything?" Zheng Yan walked over to her and looked around the box. "This box... looks like a toy room, but it's actually like a lab box for lab rats."

"You're right, this really was a lab kit for lab rats at first," she said.

“Skinner’s box—” Tan Jia shaped the dough in his hand into a cube and held it in his palm as an example to explain.

"Like Schrödinger's cat, it's a fixed term used to verify the behavioral psychology of animals and humans. The white mice inside receive food rewards for stepping on levers. After repeated attempts, the mice learn to step on the levers automatically, thus proving that animals can learn many skills that would otherwise be impossible to master under a reward system. Of course, this is just one conclusion; he drew several conclusions from this box."

"But these behavioral scientists are rather eccentric. It is said that their experimental subjects include not only mice, cats, dogs, and birds, but also children. Therefore, some people call the Skinner box used on humans a 'children's box,' using a reward and punishment system to train children to be obedient. Although this child abuse rumor is probably false, it seems that this family believes in the role of the children's box."

Zheng Yan was stunned, and when he looked at the box in front of him, he found it hard to believe.

"Although I have encountered many similar cases, I always wonder why there are such heartless parents in the world."

He sighed deeply, looked around the house, and analyzed, "The house is clean and tidy, with few things, except for this big box which seems out of place. After becoming parents, they probably have a hidden sense of rejection towards their children. The two children in the box are like kitchen waste in a garbage bag, which they can abandon at any time by packing up and throwing away the box. In this respect, the two children do look a lot like lab rats."

Speaking of the children, they just woke up. The doctor was about to take them to the hospital for a check-up when he saw they were awake and was about to comfort them. Suddenly, the two boys screamed and scrambled to a corner, raising a knife at them.

"Ah! Ahhh! Ah—"

The incessant screams were chilling.

(End of this chapter)