The squad leader was slightly startled, and asked in confusion: "The wardrobe is locked from the inside? What kind of wardrobe is locked from the inside? This design..."
It’s terrifying when you think about it.
"Is Zhao Wuyuan in there?"
"Perhaps."
Luo Zheyu's answer was vague, as if he had anticipated some things.
"Oh!!!"
The taxi driver suddenly let out a deafening scream, his voice breaking at the end, his voice filled with fear and shock.
at the same time.
"Yunbo, squad leader, is that you? Are you outside?"
Zhao Wuyuan's hoarse and trembling voice came out from the closet, dragging down the squad leader who was about to rush out.
Click.
The lock on the wardrobe was unlocked and the wardrobe door was pushed open from the inside.
"Zhao Wuyuan..." The squad leader looked at the wardrobe and murmured softly.
Luo Zheyu moved his fingers slightly, but ultimately failed to summon the silver-white flame.
The extremely pale boy came out of the closet, his short black hair was wet and even dripping, his face was swollen, like a piece of bread that had been soaked in water, soft and fragile, as if it would be punctured if touched with a finger, and the touch would be unpleasant.
Zhao Wuyuan was wearing a red and white striped sweater, which was soaked through and hung on his body, with the water-soaked wool threads entangled him.
He smiled at the two of them, and the facial features on his pale and swollen face suddenly became distorted, eerie and mysterious, and his eyes, which were clearly black and white, seemed to become extremely strange.
"It's you guys, great."
The voice is hoarse and cold.
"I'm so scared. Fortunately you're here, squad leader. Be careful with that game..."
Before the two could ask, a cold wind blew past, making people's eyes hurt. The squad leader closed his eyes unconsciously, and when he opened them again, Zhao Wuyuan was no longer in front of him.
There were no water stains on the floor or in the open wardrobe.
In the slightly messy closet, there was only a black mobile phone dropped on the template at the bottom of the closet.
It was as if the Zhao Wuyuan they had seen before was just an illusion.
"Where did Zhao Wuyuan go? Did you see him? He also told me to be careful about something."
The squad leader rubbed his eyes and asked Luo Zheyu for confirmation.
Luo Zheyu nodded to indicate that what he saw of Zhao Wuyuan was not an illusion, then walked out of the bedroom and headed towards the location where the taxi driver screamed.
"Go see what's going on."
“Oh…”
The squad leader then remembered that he had actually forgotten about the good old man because he saw Zhao Wuyuan.
I am in a complete daze today. It must be because I played the supernatural game last night and got too stupid.
…………
"Has Zhao Wuyuan done anything unusual recently?"
"...Wuwu...Xiaoyuan has always been very obedient and his studies are very stable. The study pressure in high school is a bit high, but Xiaoyuan is already a sophomore. I went through the same thing in my freshman year, wuwu... How could he not be able to bear it in his second year..."
A middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties burst into tears. The middle-aged man who was with her held her shoulders, also with a look of grief on his face. Occasionally, his palm would brush across her face to wipe away a few drops of moisture.
"Ms. Wang, I know you are very sad now, and I understand, but please answer my question first, okay?"
"...Okay, okay, Xiaoyuan has been the same as usual these days, and his mood is also normal. The day before yesterday, he told me that he wanted to eat pig's trotters and asked me to stew them for him..."
Having said this, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but burst out with tears again.
"Your emotions are stable, you haven't been stimulated, and your speech is the same as usual, right?"
The signature pen was making notes on the notebook.
"No, no, everything is the same as usual..." The middle-aged woman paused, and suddenly grabbed the arm holding the pen with such force that veins on the back of her hand bulged.
She stared fiercely, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets, and said anxiously:
"Xiao Yuan is not committing suicide! He is not committing suicide! He will never commit suicide!"
"Everything is under investigation. Please stay calm. We also hope that you can recall carefully and help the police provide more information."
"Hong Xiang, calm down..."
The middle-aged man next to her held her arm helplessly and sadly.
"He didn't commit suicide, he wouldn't commit suicide..." The middle-aged woman turned her gaze to the corner, her eyes unfocused, muttering to herself, but the strength in her hands relaxed.
“That’s right!”
Her eyes lit up, and she increased the strength of her hands again, looking at the recording police officer eagerly.
"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!"
"Last night, Xiao Yuan came back later than usual. Later... when we were having supper, he looked very bad. He kept looking behind him suspiciously and asked me if there was anyone behind him... I..."
"Ms. Wang, what was your answer? Did you see anything behind him?"
"I, I looked, there was nothing behind him, so I cursed him, wuwuwu... I shouldn't have cursed him, I was wrong..."
"Well, how did you scold him?"
“…”
"Ms. Wang?"
"I say, you little kid, stop talking nonsense. You also said that he played too many computer games. He must have secretly turned on the computer in the middle of the night when we weren't paying attention, which led to lack of sleep and neurasthenia."
"Well, go on."
A few more records were added to the notebook.
"He didn't talk back."
"Wow... I should have noticed something was wrong earlier. No matter how he usually is, he would always get unhappy and refute me. But last night he didn't react at all. He was so nervous and absent-minded when he spoke to me."
"Then what?"
"…After he finished eating, I let him go back to his room to sleep. The next day, my husband and I went out to work. If I had known earlier…if I had known earlier…I would never have gone out today!"
…
"My wife said that after Xiaoyuan returned to the room, she went to sleep, but I got up to go to the bathroom later."
"Mr. Zhao, when Ms. Wang came out to the bathroom after taking a break, you saw the discovery about your son? Do you remember what time it was?"
"...Yes, it was around half past eleven. I didn't check the time, so I can't remember it clearly."
"Xiao Yuan was standing in the bathroom with the light on, his back to the mirror, and then he turned his head to look at himself in the mirror."
"Xiao Yuan is a boy, and there is no half-length mirror in the bedroom."
"Is that so?" The pen paused. "What do you think he was looking at?"
"He..." The middle-aged man frowned and lowered his head to think. "Xiao Yuan is looking at his back!"
"His face was very pale, so pale. I was half asleep at the time and thought it was the light... Oh, I really was... The light in the toilet was yellow, how could the light make Xiaoyuan's face so pale..."
"Xiao Yuan looked at his back in the mirror. He seemed a little scared, but also expressionless and a little gloomy. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time and even joked with him, asking why he suddenly looked in the mirror? Did he have a girl he liked?"
"Um."
"He called me and said... Dad, do you see anyone behind me?"
"How did you answer?"
"I happened to be behind him at the time, so I casually said, 'Isn't it me behind you?' Xiao Yuan didn't say anything. After I went to the bathroom, I went back to my room to sleep."
"Why did you go back to your room to sleep! Why don't you care about Xiao Yuan! Can't you ask him more? Why don't we ask him more!"
The middle-aged woman lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, and punched the middle-aged man on the arms and back.
The middle-aged man wiped his face and put his arm around her.
"I was wrong. I should have asked him again..."
…………
"Thank you for your cooperation. We will inform you of the results of the investigation. As for Zhao Wuyuan's body, the police will temporarily take it away to facilitate the investigation of the cause of death. Please sign this agreement..."
"Name, age, household registration..."
"Yunbo, 16 years old..."
"Why are you here at this time... Zhao Wuyuan's house? Shouldn't it be class time now?"
"Because of a phone call..."
"You mean, you and three other classmates played a supernatural game in an abandoned classroom in the school after evening self-study last night, and one of them was Zhao Wuyuan?"
"Yes."
"The names of the other two."
…
"Yunbo, the classmate who played the supernatural game with you last night died. Why are you still so calm?"
The other person leaned forward, and his voice carried a slight sense of oppression.
"There's no calmness. I'm scared now."
Luo Zheyu looked at the other person with a serious face and spoke in a slightly deep tone to increase the credibility of his words.
…
Whenever he thought of Zhao Wuyuan's death, the squad leader couldn't help but tremble all over. The chill began to penetrate from his heart, from head to toe, and every part of him was cold.
Kekekekekeke…
That was the sound of his teeth chattering.
A cup of hot water was handed to him.
"Thank you, thank you." The monitor answered reflexively, took it with both hands, holding the only warm paper cup.
The hot steam lingers before my eyes.
The hot water in the paper cup is no different from other water sources. Because of the shaking, it ripples slightly from the center and spreads out in waves of small circles.
The squad leader thought of Zhao Wuyuan's swollen and pale face caused by blisters.
His body was found by a taxi driver, lying in the bathtub in the bathroom.
The bathtub was filled with water, and Zhao Wuyuan was floating upright, face down on the water.
He was wearing the red and white striped sweater. The wool had been soaked in water and was stiff and tightly tangled, wrapping around his body.
When the squad leader and Luo Zheyu dragged Zhao Wuyuan out of the bathtub, the water in the bathtub was also rippling in circles. It was clear and transparent, but seemed to be bottomless.
It was like an untouchable whirlpool that was going to grab him and trap him, unable to escape.
The painful burning sensation between his fingers brought the squad leader back to his senses. Unconsciously, he poured out the glass of water, leaving a puddle of water.
It turns out that when water flows on the ground, it leaves traces...
Zhao Wuyuan came out of the closet at that time...
…………
"There are fingerprints of the deceased in the bedroom. What is more suspicious is that there are also fingerprints of the deceased inside the closet."
"This wardrobe can actually be locked from the inside. What kind of unique design is this?"
"There are two fingerprints of the deceased on the latch lock in the closet. It is speculated that the fingerprint covered below was left after the deceased closed the latch lock for the first time, and the fingerprint on top was left after the latch lock was opened for the second time."
"…There are call records in the phone, but according to the time of the call records, it was 8:45 in the morning. Zhao Wuyuan was already dead at this time, and the phone had been locked in the closet."
"The deceased's fingerprints were found on the bathtub."
"The deceased's fingerprints were found on the water switch above the bathtub."
"Perhaps the deceased really committed suicide?"
The young policeman guessed.
The rest of the people were silent, sealing up the evidence and organizing the transcripts.
"Recent events... Well, don't make any assumptions. This is the only way to report it to the public."
The old policeman patted the other man's shoulder with a complicated expression.
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