Chapter 46

“No.”

Jongin looked at the face of the corpse, shook his head, and denied the police's speculation. However, he looked at the corpse again, paused, and said hesitantly: "I seem to have seen this face in a fire nearby. At that time, he seemed to be alive."

The policeman squinted his eyes and asked, "Do you remember exactly when? Was it before the fire or after the fire?"

Jongin said, "After the fire started, that is, when the flames were burning, the area below the building where the fire started."

The policeman quickly wrote it down and nodded. A passerby whispered, "I recognize this man. He is the son of my neighbor. My neighbor is seriously ill and is in the hospital. Everyone else is taking care of him. He is the only one left at home. He seems to be in a bad mood recently. He swears when he goes in and out. Sometimes he is alone in the house, and I can hear someone crying next door."

Because the noise was so loud and sounded so sad, I didn’t dare to knock on the door to ask. Later, I saw him go out and it seemed that nothing happened, so I didn’t ask again. This happened recently, so my impression of him is a little deeper than that of ordinary people. ”

The police nodded: "Got it."

The bodies were scattered all over the ground in front of everyone. The onlookers were scared half to death. Some people turned around and ran away. It had nothing to do with them anyway. The police were stunned for a moment and then acted quickly. They put on gloves and collected evidence. They also cut the bodies on the ground into pieces and put them into bags. After shaking the bags, they felt that the pieces of meat inside were about the size of toy dice.

If the bones were not intact, even though the eyeballs, nails and fingers were broken, they would still retain some of their original appearance, allowing people to recognize at a glance that they are part of the human body. If these pieces of meat fell somewhere else, no one would know what happened, and they could be picked up and taken home and put into the pot in the kitchen as edible meat.

Wang Jue was calm and composed: "What beautiful ice cubes."

The policeman glanced at Jongin and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, is this wheelchair for you to push out to get some sun? There's no sun here, so why not take it home as soon as possible? If you take this on the road, it will feel very bumpy, and it will also squeeze the space if it takes up someone else's seat, so it might be uncomfortable, right?"

Jongin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you scared? If that's the case, I won't send it home. I think it's necessary for this thing to go to the police station with me. If necessary, I will go to the police station."

The policeman seemed to be hesitant to speak, with a complicated expression. He suddenly realized that he should not be so superstitious as to ask others to move their personal belongings just because he was afraid. He sighed and said nothing more.

Someone waved to Jongin from inside the police car.

Zhong Ren entered the police car in a wheelchair. Sitting in the car was a young man wearing a police uniform who looked like he held a high position.

"You can take a break here or talk to me. Don't you have anything to say?"

The young man asked.

"no."

Jongin spread his hands and answered.

The young man nodded with an ambiguous attitude, but said nothing.

Jongin's eyes rolled and he suddenly smiled: "Do you know something? But it's inconvenient to explain it to outsiders~"

The young man's expression was still serious, but his face gradually darkened after hearing what Jongin said.

If he spoke at this time, he would probably say, you are indeed related to this matter!

Or, I will arrest you now and see what trouble you will cause later.

Jongin smiled easily, "I've told you what I know, but I have a few more guesses. Do you want to hear them?"

The young man replied coldly: "Listen."

Jongin curled his lips and said sarcastically, "You really are very frugal with your words!"

The young man did not answer.

Jongin said, "You know what that person died of, right?"

The young man's black eyes rolled and he looked at Jongin through the rearview mirror. He stared at Jongin's face and almost asked, "What else do you know?"

Jongin yelled, "Hey, hey, hey, I'm not your prisoner. I'm just a suspect at best. You need to be more respectful and don't treat me like a prisoner. If you interrogate me, I won't be happy and won't tell you anything."

The young man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his anger. Jongin smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"What? Changed your mind? Want to kick me out? Then I'll leave."

Jongin said, shaking his head.

Wang Jue sat in a wheelchair and said, "With your personality, anything can make you mad to death, so why torture him?"

Zhong Ren smiled at Wang Jue and said, "You can't blame me for this. He asked me to come here. I was already sitting in the car, but he still wanted to let me get off. If I didn't say a few words, he would really kick me out. How could that be? Even if he was mad to death, it was his own fault. He can't blame me."

Wang Jue smiled and said, "Maybe."

It's up to you.

Jongin said: "I knew you would still support me~"

Wang Jue frowned: "You'd better not be so disgusting, otherwise, it will be very disgusting."

Jongin asked, "They can't see you, so what can they be bothered by? The air? Hahaha!"

It laughed as if it heard a joke.

The young man frowned, as if he couldn't stand Jongin's indulgence anymore, and interrupted his laughter: "Who are you talking to?"

Jongin replied, “My friend.”

It pointed at Wang Jue who was sitting in a wheelchair beside it and said with a smile, "Didn't you see it? It's right here."

The young man stared at the scene with his eyes wide open, unable to bear it any longer. He saw no one at all and got a little angry. He turned his gaze to Jongin and found that Jongin didn't have any regrets or guilt on his face. The words suddenly changed direction as if he had a candy in his mouth that he couldn't swallow or chew. He asked with a strange look on his face, "Do you really think there's a person here?"

There was an inexplicable hint of sympathy in his tone.

Jongin knew what he was thinking and smiled, "I don't think so. There must be a friend of mine here."

It denies the idea of ​​youth, rejects the word "thinking", and avoids the category of human.

A fleeting smile flashed across Wang Jue's eyes.

The young man had obviously given up his anger towards Jongin and regained his composure. He said to Jongin, "Whether you are pretending to be crazy or really crazy, I don't care and you don't have to care, but I want to ask you, who are you?"

Jongin smiled and replied, "You guys have asked this question before, it's just ordinary people!"

From its expression, you can tell that it doesn't care about this question and its answer is probably not to be trusted.

The young man's eyes swept across Jongin's face and he nodded, indicating that he understood.

Police station.

"The corpse was a college student who was about to graduate and was looking for a job. However, it seemed that something happened during the job search, so he was in a very bad mood and often lost his temper at home. However, the illness of his family members going to the hospital had nothing to do with him directly. He was the only one at home, but there were often some strange noises coming from his home that could not be made by one person."

"Looks weird, or acts weird?"

"There is a difference between his appearance before and now. This is the ID photo he took when he first entered school. You can see that his skin is much paler than before, his eyes are darker, there are more red bloodshot in his eye sockets, and the shape of his cheeks has changed subtly, but he has not had plastic surgery. There is also a little information here that proves that he has been contacting a cram school recently."

"He wants to learn?"

"Yes, cooking, painting, writing..."

"Still want to get a certificate?"

"Yes."

"And what else? Did he have any quarrel with anybody?"

"No, he hardly ever goes out, and his family doesn't see each other often, so he doesn't talk often. Even when neighbors see him, they just stand together and look at each other. Sometimes, he notices someone is looking at him, and he looks very impatient and unhappy, but he doesn't say anything. Sometimes his hands shake when he throws out the trash, and he will also collect things at home and throw them into the charity drop box."

"He sounded like a normal person, how could he die? And he died in this way, it can't be called suicide anyway."

"Is it possible that he recently owed a small loan and couldn't pay it back, or that he didn't do well on his exams and was looking for excitement and something happened?"

"It's possible, but it's unlikely. Doesn't he hardly go out or talk? He doesn't do much, doesn't see anyone, and is alone in the house, not in someone else's house. How could he get into such trouble so easily? It's not like he did it for excitement—"

The person who spoke thought of something and his expression suddenly changed.

The police said: "Perhaps he wanted to see a ghost, or pursue the weird, and something unexpected happened during the ceremony, and it turned out like this. Although we all thought there were no ghosts in the world before, now the weird has appeared, with great fanfare, live broadcasts, and contact with ordinary people everywhere. Those people don't seem to have been screened at all, but rather the result of random selection."

He carefully observed the look on the other side and whispered, "After the emergence of the weird, many strange and improper religions have emerged, just like bamboo shoots after the rain. They can't be eradicated. If they were to induce ordinary people who were desperate or desperate, this kind of situation would probably happen. What one person can't do, a group of people can do."

The young man frowned and said, "Then let's investigate in this direction. Judging from the illness of his family members and the difficulty in finding a job when he was about to graduate, he has a motive. Those religions are indeed not right, and we should find an opportunity to crack down on them."