"Alright, the statement is done. You can leave now."
A young policeman closed the notebook and smiled at Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze nodded, stood up, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, the middle-aged policeman who was sitting next to the young policeman and accompanying him to take the statement suddenly asked,
"Mr. Xu, where is your bookstore? Is business good?"
"Not much," Zhou Ze answered honestly.
Many people had asked him this question. They asked about the business of living people, so Zhou Ze naturally answered with the business of living people.
"Then why do you still choose to open this shop there?" the middle-aged policeman asked.
"I'm a son-in-law. My father-in-law is very rich, so I don't lack money. I'm just passing the time."
The middle-aged policeman was stunned for a moment, then nodded and raised his hand. "You can leave now. If there's anything else you need to ask, we'll inform you."
"My pleasure."
Zhou Ze left the interrogation room.
The young policeman turned the pen in his hand and said, "Captain Sun, this guy is quite interesting."
Yes, it really took a lot of courage to say that he had married into the family of someone of a higher status and admit that he was living off a woman.
"Let's go and see the interrogation elsewhere."
The middle-aged policeman stood up and glanced at Zhou Ze's back. He had a feeling that the young man sitting in front of him previously made him feel like there was a thorn in his back.
During the interrogation, the police were supposed to be cobras, and the interviewee in front of them was the prey. The viper had to break through the other party's defense in the fastest and most accurate way in order to obtain the truth of the matter.
However, just now, he had an illusion that in the other party's eyes, he was like an ornament that would dance to the sound of a flute in the bamboo basket of an Indian artist.
The other party did not seem to care about this at all.
..
"You're out?"
Xu Qinglang had just finished his statement and walked out. "How unlucky. I have to go to the police station to make a statement in the middle of the night.
"Also, that young policeman is so annoying. He asked my gender three times. Is there something wrong with him? Can't he tell my gender?"
Zhou Ze glanced at Xu Qinglang,
He thought to himself, "Don't you know what you look like?"
Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang were both shop owners. In addition, they had witnessed the process of falling from the building with their own eyes, so they needed to make a statement. However, there was basically nothing else. The other members of the horror story lovers' association were all treated as key suspects by the police, which was also reasonable.
"By the way, who do you think the murderer is?" Xu Qinglang asked as he smoked.
At this time, the sun was about to rise. It was already morning.
"That's not something we need to worry about. The police will investigate and solve the case," Zhou Ze said calmly.
"Hey, can you not be so negative?
Didn't you watch Sherlock Holmes or Detective Conan when you were a kid? "
In everyone's heart, more or less, there was a detective dream and a detective plot.
The feeling of peeling away the layers of fog to find the truth, and finally opening his arms in an extremely exaggerated manner like the magician Liu Qian shouting, "Now it's time to witness a miracle."
It would definitely hit a lot of people's G-spots.
"I'm not interested in people."
"You still want to play tricks," Xu Qinglang mocked.
"Yes, he's up to something."
Zhou Ze took out his phone and started to call a taxi. At the same time, he said, "Do you still remember what color clothes the female victim was wearing when she jumped off the building?"
"White."
"What happened after she fell?"
"Red." Xu Qinglang shrugged. "It seemed to be dyed red with blood. Sigh, how pitiful."
"After she landed, she was wearing a red dress," Zhou Ze reminded. "Don't use the blood-dyed routine to numb yourself."
Xu Qinglang nodded silently, then reached out to touch the tip of his nose and said, "You mean, there's a secret behind this matter. It's not a simple accident or murder?"
"I don't know, but I really hope that's the reason. In the past, the ghosts that made people catch a cold were already very powerful characters. If I can really meet one that can cause an accident and kill people, it'll be a great harvest."
This kind of ghost, one was worth dozens, right?
The performance of sending it to hell could also be worth ten or more, right?
"Aren't you thinking too much?
Oh right, speaking of which, I forgot. I didn't remind the police that it was white at the beginning. "
Xu Qinglang clapped his hands and said, "Perhaps the key to solving the case is the change in the color of the clothes. The murderer must have designed some extremely ingenious …"
"Are you possessed by Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No."
Xu Qinglang looked at Zhou Ze bitterly. "Old Zhou, I realize that you're getting more and more boring. In the past, you would at least cooperate with others."
"I'm not in the mood."
"Then are we going back now?"
"Yes."
"Going back to catch ghosts?"
"Play the Pen Spirit."
"Why are you so childish?"
"Have you heard of … entrapment law enforcement?"
… …
The bookstore was not sealed off, but there were many police cordons outside the bookstore. Many police officers were wandering around, searching for clues.
As a result, the bookstore, which did not have much business with living people, became even quieter.
Zhou Ze asked Bai Yingying to buy a set of Pen Spirit equipment and searched for a seller in Tongcheng on Taobao. Then, he asked Bai Yingying to take a taxi to pick up the goods.
The paper was spread out,
A lot of things that no one knew were useful or not were placed aside.
Xu Qinglang squatted at the side and watched Zhou Ze busy himself. He said helplessly, "Actually, I have a few ways to summon spirits. I think the effect is better than this game."
Zhou Ze shook his head and said, "It's different."
"What's different?"
"Last night, I didn't sense anything coming over." Zhou Ze looked at Xu Qinglang. "Did you sense it?"
"Did something come over last night?"
Xu Qinglang recalled the scene of the group of people playing the Pen Spirit and sliding the pen toward Zhou Ze.
"That's just a coincidence. Didn't that overseas Chinese say that their activity last night was to pave the way for a confession? So, someone must have deliberately pointed at the position behind you, which is the building. Actually, it wasn't pointing at you."
"Very good analysis."
Zhou Ze reached out and lifted the paper on the ground. Then, he touched the tile with his fingernails and said, "Was this also intentional?"
Xu Qinglang's eyes widened,
There was a dent that was less than half a meter on the tile floor. If he was standing, he might not have noticed it.
Zhou Ze took out a pen and placed the tip of the pen on the groove. He slid it in this direction. He and Xu Qinglang also slowly turned in this direction.
Then..,
The place where the tip of the finger was pointing..,
It was Bai Yingying, who was sitting behind the counter and playing the glory of the dead. Zhou Ze had been sitting there last night.
Zhou Ze threw the pen away and looked at Xu Qinglang.
It was extremely difficult to make a small groove on the ceramic tile.
Xu Qinglang said in disbelief, "No way, did something really get summoned last night?
Why didn't you and I see it? "
"When Chief Zhao came last time, did we see that he was already dead?
When the Faceless Woman disguised herself last time, did we see her true identity? "
"This …" Xu Qinglang.
Zhou Ze silently spread out the paper again and picked up the pen. "Do you think I can't invite the Pen Spirit with my identity?"
Strictly speaking, Zhou Ze was a ghost. He was different from the people from the Horror Story Lovers Association last night.
"I don't know, but what I want to know is, when you sat there watching the show last night, did you notice that something was wrong?" Xu Qinglang pointed at Zhou Ze and asked.
Zhou Ze nodded,
"Although I didn't feel any special fluctuations, nor did I see anything that I shouldn't have seen, when they pushed the pen in my direction, I felt my heart throb, as if I was being stared at by something."
"Then why didn't you tell them beforehand!"
Xu Qinglang grabbed Zhou Ze's collar,
"You felt that something was wrong. It made you feel your heart palpitate!
When they said that they were going to the building at the back to play that damn adventure game or confession game, why didn't you stop or remind them! "
Zhou Ze reached out and did not push Xu Qinglang's hand away. Instead, he wiped the saliva on his face that Xu Qinglang had spat on when he roared. Then, he looked at Xu Qinglang,
"What does it have to do with me?"
Yes,
What does it have to do with me?
After letting go of Zhou Ze, Xu Qinglang took two steps back. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little unfamiliar.
"They are spending in my shop. According to the regulations of the industry and commerce, I naturally have the obligation to ensure their safety when they are reading or having a tea party in my shop.
But since they have already left my shop, what does what happens next have to do with me? "
"You weren't like this before," Xu Qinglang muttered.
"What we need to do now is not to lament about the past, nor is it to lament that things have changed. We need to find that hidden thing and send it to hell."
"Are you passionate about this?"
"This is a performance. Didn't you always mock me for not having a goal in life?"
"You …" Xu Qinglang licked his lips. "Alright, take your time to investigate. I won't serve you anymore."
Xu Qinglang waved his hand and stormed out of the bookstore.
At this moment, Bai Yingying walked out with tea and said in surprise,
"Boss, did you quarrel with Beauty Xu?"
Zhou Ze did not reply. Instead, he silently squatted down and continued to look at the groove and the Pen Spirit drawing in front of him.
"Boss, I'll go play games first." Bai Yingying placed the tea beside Zhou Ze, stuck out her tongue, and ran next door.
She did not notice that Zhou Ze, who was squatting on the ground looking at the Pen Spirit drawing, was sweating profusely. At the same time, he was pinching his left chest with one hand.
Damn it,
He had to find that guy as soon as possible,
Otherwise, someone would die,
Damn it,
Why does it hurt so much!
When Bai Yingying walked into the noodle shop, Xu Qinglang was sitting there smoking. Seeing her enter, Xu Qinglang said directly,
"Did something happen to your boss these two days?"
"I think he's become normal." Bai Yingying sat down and turned on the computer.
"Become normal?"
Xu Qinglang chuckled. "You didn't see that someone fell to his death in front of us yesterday. In the end, he actually stood there and wiped his face with a tissue!"
"That person fell to his death, right? Can he be saved if he doesn't wipe his face?"
Bai Yingying entered the game with disdain. "He was an experienced doctor in his previous life. He could tell at a glance whether he could be saved or not. Instead of running over and shouting and doing useless work, he might as well wipe his face clean first."
"Hey, I say, you're actually on his side?
Are you still human?! "
"The two of us are really not human."
"Ba Ji!"
At this moment,
The computer screen suddenly flashed and then turned black,
The power went out again.
"Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!"
Bai Yingying slammed the keyboard. "I'm landing on the 98K!"
Xu Qinglang, who was sitting there smoking, immediately ran out of the shop,
He looked up,
He looked up at the sky,
At this moment,
By the window on the fifth floor,
There was a man in white standing there.
Many police officers around were desperately making phone calls and using walkie-talkies to call their colleagues in the building to stop him. At the same time, a middle-aged police chief was roaring:
"How can you let people go up to the crime scene? What are you all doing?"
"Pa!"
The dull and familiar sound of landing on the ground,
Xu Qinglang stood where he was,
He watched in a daze as the man fell from the sky,
Everything,
Was exactly the same as last night.
He subconsciously closed his eyes,
At this moment,
Human lives were like dumplings,
One after another,