"Those houses are so tall, won't they collapse? This tin box runs really fast, much faster than a horse-drawn carriage."
Her questions were innocent and her tone curious, but given her background, every word sent chills down one's spine.
I was a little confused. She has Zhang Wei's memories, so she should know a lot about these things. Was she just acting on purpose?
"It won't collapse. There's reinforced concrete inside. That's a car, it runs on gasoline."
It wasn't good to leave her hanging, so I could only give her brief answers, keeping my eyes fixed on every subtle expression on her face.
She seemed to be listening very attentively, nodding vigorously, as if she only half understood.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether she genuinely didn't understand or was acting. If she was acting, then her acting skills were amazing.
After all, the police station has staff on duty 24 hours a day.
When the police officer on duty saw Zhang Qiang arrive late at night, he was a little nervous, thinking that his superior had come to check on him.
Zhang Qiang waved to them as a greeting, and then temporarily placed Zhou Wenxiu in an unused interrogation room.
She appeared harmless, so Zhang Qiang found a trustworthy policewoman to register her basic information.
The four of us gathered in Zhang Qiang's office and closed the door.
The air in the office was heavy and oppressive. Li Huai was the first to speak, his voice trembling with relief:
"Just leave that thing there. Zhang Qiang, are you really going to register her? Register what? Name: Zhou Wenxiu. Race: Frankenstein's monster. Special skill: Pretending to be human?"
Seeing that Li Huai was in such a state and still had the mood to joke, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but glare at him.
“You’re right. Then let’s not send someone to register her. You go and keep her calm. The three of us will discuss this.”
Li Hua waved his hands repeatedly, gave an embarrassed smile, and said:
“I think you did a great job. Even Frankenstein’s monsters have human rights, so they should register.”
“I’ve noticed that when you see a ghost, you’re scared like a grandson, but as soon as the ghost leaves, you start acting strange again.”
Zhang Qiang rubbed his temples, looking tired and somewhat powerless as he complained.
"My head is about to explode. Zhang Wei's family keeps hanging banners, demanding that our police station find their daughter's head. Now the head has been found, but someone has taken it. What am I supposed to do? I can't just cut off Zhou Wenxiu's head and give it back to them, can I?"
Hearing him say that reminded us of this big problem.
Cutting off her head is, of course, impossible.
The police station is probably going to dominate Toutiao (a Chinese news and information platform) for a long time now, and all the police officers there will probably feel like they've swallowed a dead fly every day.
Especially Zhang Qiang!
Other police officers still held onto the hope of finding the head and clearing their names, but he knew it was impossible, yet he couldn't say it outright.
We all looked at Zhang Qiang with sympathy.
"By the way, do you trust that policewoman? Aren't you going to tell her the truth?"
Luo Tianhe thought for a moment and then asked.
"Brother, what am I supposed to say? Tell her that this woman was pieced together from dead people's parts in an underground cemetery? Even a policewoman is afraid of ghosts, okay?"
Zhang Qiang was even more troubled.
"We can't let this guy live in our house, can we? Let's find her a temporary place to stay first, but it can't be too far from us, so we can keep an eye on her."
After thinking for a moment, I spoke.
“The three of us are very busy. We’re probably going to do something big next. So someone needs to keep an eye on her. Ostensibly, we can say we’re taking care of her, but in reality, it’s about limiting and observing her.”
“I can handle the first one; I just need to rent an apartment near my home.”
Luo Tianhe responded.
As for the second one, the three of us couldn't find a suitable candidate, so we had to leave it to Zhang Qiang, since he has a lot of men under him.
Although Luo Tianhe had quite a few men under his command, they were mostly thugs.
Seeing that we were all looking at him, Zhang Qiang felt somewhat helpless, but could only nod.
"I'll find two reliable policewomen to keep an eye on her."
Just then, there was a knock on the office door. It was the policewoman we had just instructed to register Zhou Wenxiu. Her expression was somewhat strange, and she seemed a little uneasy.
"What's wrong, Comrade Xiao Wang? Why do you look like that?"
Zhang Qiang asked.
"It's nothing, it's just that this girl is a bit strange. When I asked her about her birth date, she seemed to have given me her mother's, but she insisted on her own birth date, the one she gave me."
The policewoman stammered.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiang pointed to his head and said, "..."
“She was trafficked to the mountains many years ago. Although she looks normal, she is actually mentally unstable and has never seen much of the world.”
"Oh, I see."
The policewoman nodded upon hearing this, and the unease on her face dissipated considerably.
"By the way, Captain Zhang, Miss Zhou said she wanted to take a shower and change her clothes. She also said she had a musty smell and felt uncomfortable. We, the female police officers, found her some clothes and prepared hot water, but then she asked if we had a mirror, just a regular vanity mirror would be fine, because she wanted to comb her hair."
We exchanged a glance.
"Give it to her, a smaller one. Xiao Wang, you stay with her and observe her closely, especially her reaction to the mirror. She might be stressed. If anything seems off, call me immediately!"
Zhang Qiang gave instructions.
Police officer Xiao Wang responded and went. We quietly crept into the corridor and looked through the observation window. We found that Zhou Wenxiu had changed into the clean t-shirt and sweatpants that the policewoman had given her.
Suddenly I understood why the policewoman's expression had been a little strange. It turned out that she had already changed Zhou Wenxiu's clothes and found that she was wearing nothing but a dress.
If Zhang Qiang hadn't had a good reputation and been seen as quite righteous by these police officers, he probably would have been misunderstood.
A little while later, Xiao Wang brought her a mirror.
We hid in the corner and spied on them, like perverts.
Zhou Wenxiu held the small round plastic mirror and stood motionless facing its surface.
Xiao Wang seemed a little strange and spoke to her for a few words, but she didn't react at all.
He just held the mirror quietly, almost pressing it against his face, staring intently at his reflection.
What is she doing?
Li Huai asked in a low voice in my ear.
I turned and looked at him, then asked:
Am I a ghost?
Li Huai was a little puzzled as to why I asked that, and subconsciously shook his head, "No."
"How am I supposed to know what she's thinking!"
I said irritably, and Li Huai, having been rebuffed, stopped asking me and continued watching the bizarre scene.
After watching for a while, we couldn't figure out what was going on, so we quietly returned to Zhang Qiang's office.
"When it gets light, I'll go ask my master if he knows what's going on."
I really can't figure it out, so I'm going to visit Master Zhang Qingxiao.
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