The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 84
When did it start?I have also been smoothed by the ordinary life.

The passion I had at the beginning led me to enter the [Organization Bureau], and then the various realities made this passion gradually cool down.

Everything is not as expected.

What exists in [Bureau of Order] is not a group of passionate beings, but a group of numb machines.

I, who was full of passion to carry out my ideals, seemed out of place in it.

As time passed, I finally found it under the polishing of reality.

What we need is not [truth], but [results]. Our job is not to [maintain justice], but to [maintain stability]. What we pursue is not [lofty ideals], but [a stable life].

Most of the time, it is like this. Before knowing the facts, people still have a little bit of thought, but after recognizing the facts, even this little bit of thought disappears.

This is a world where ideals are dead.

When did the last touch of blood disappear?
Probably after marriage.

After a man gets married and has a family, he gradually loses his motivation, and his passion for fighting reality gradually turns into a meekness of being content with the status quo.

That kind of persistence full of ideals and passion has gradually turned into a life of muddling along.

【Work】【Mortgage】【Insurance】【Family】【Children】

Every extra thing in my life puts more pressure on me and cools my blood.

After the baby is born, it's all over.

At that moment, I felt that all my life had flowed out of this body and transferred into the immature life in front of me.

The "me" in the past, who compromised with society in reality, lost all "personality", and became a part of the entire oppressive world, has died.

What still exists now is just a body that keeps everything that exists.

In order to keep everything that exists, even if the other party is a psychopath with gender cognitive impairment and severe delusional disorder, I will humbly use it.

【Do you understand the meaning of existence】

To be honest, I don't quite know the answer to this question, and I don't remember exactly when I started that dream game.

But at that moment, I knew that my [personality] was still alive somewhere in my body.

Although the thing called [Character] and [Personality] will only appear when entering that world called [Surreal Paradise], I know that it has always been lodged in my spirit.

I can feel it flowing slowly in my blood, and the feeling that it may boil at any time stimulates my spirit all the time.

I am afraid that one day it will break out uncontrollably in reality, break the current ordinary and stable life, and rush into the unknown world.

But I am even more afraid that one day, it will disappear as quietly as it came...

……

"and many more!"

A passionate cry stopped Mo Zhen's figure. Hearing Han Mingzhe's urgency, the corners of Mo Zhen's mouth curled into a strange arc.

Turning around, the smile on his face subsided quietly, and Mo Zhen said indifferently.

"What's the matter, Mr. Inspector, is there anything else you want to ask me, a lunatic?"

Han Mingzhe said calmly.

"Maybe what you said is true, maybe it's just nonsense, but I want to hear it all before making a judgment."

The detectives present looked at each other in blank dismay. They never expected that the usually sophisticated detective would do such an unwise thing.

In their view, no matter how bizarre the situation here is, what they have to do is to record the trace information on the scene, and then hand it over to those "experts" the next day.

You can avoid this muddy water as far as you can. Why bother with a lunatic and keep searching for the truth?
A smile cracked on Mo Zhen's face.

"Are you sure? Maybe my next words will be even crazier."

Everything was within Mo Zhen's plan, but also beyond Mo Zhen's expectation, Han Mingzhe replied firmly.

"Maybe the truth is such crazy stuff, who knows?"

This middle-aged man, who had been struggling all the way in the system, had a persistent emotion burning in his eyes at this moment.

Unknowingly, the atmosphere at the scene became a little anxious, and a wave of enthusiasm began to rush through everyone's bodies.

Mozhen also felt this change. He himself was not infected by this atmosphere, but he noticed it in the surrounding agents—the gang of gangsters seemed to be suddenly full of energy.

Taking a deep look at Han Mingzhe, Mo Zhen bit his finger and buried doubt in his eyes, then said in a brisk tone.

"Now that the cause of death of the deceased has been analyzed, we need to further confirm the criminal. Judging from the current traces, this case should be committed by a single person."

"Single? Why do you see it?"

Mo Zhen said slowly while walking around the room.

"First of all, judging from the cause of death of the deceased, he suffered a blow to death. I don't think it would be possible for multiple people to attack him together? Second, the significance of multiple people committing a crime lies in the advantage of the number of people in the face-to-face conflict. But This was an assassination, not a frontal attack.

"According to the dictation of the security personnel, it took only three seconds from when the victim made a sound to when the victim died, and the security personnel rushed to the scene. In this kind of extremely fast assassination, the number of people will instead become an obstacle. There are no obvious traces at the scene at present. The possibility of people committing crimes."

Everyone nodded slowly involuntarily. This reasoner with some mental problems finally started to reason in the normal category.

Before Han Mingzhe could raise any questions, Mo Zhen began to ask and answer by himself.

"Then the biggest question now is how did the prisoner enter the scene and how did he leave? This question is quite complicated. First of all, we must confirm the authenticity of [information]."

Mo Zhen pretended to look out cautiously and lowered his voice.

"Are those guards really reliable?"

This question is indeed a bit sensitive, and it is not easy to answer because it involves some deep things.

Han Mingzhe frowned and gave an answer.

"Basically impossible to go wrong."

Mo Zhen seemed to have no intention of making a fuss about it, so he nodded in satisfaction.

"That's good. In this way, the scope of analysis can be greatly reduced. The first possibility is that the criminal hid in the room and waited for the opportunity to commit the crime. The odds are slim.

"And this statement can only explain how the other party entered here, but it cannot explain how the other party left. Then there is only the second possibility..."

Speaking of this, Mo Zhen smiled as if deliberately putting on a show, and didn't continue talking.

The detectives around were fascinated by what they heard, and when they saw Mo Zhen's bewildered smile, they were a little puzzled for a while, thinking that this crazy reasoner had started to have a seizure again.

But Han Mingzhe understood the meaning of Mo Zhen's smile, and sighed with a wry smile.

"After a long round, you were waiting here... You really can't forget that invisible man!"

(End of this chapter)