Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"Team Jin!!"

Wei Yan rushed into the interrogation room with his plastered leg limping. He looked at Song Meng mysteriously and pointed silently at the notebook in his hand.

Jinchen stood up and left the interrogation room, allowing Duan Xiaobai to continue the interrogation.

"What's wrong."

"Post updated by admin."

Wei Yan showed him the notebook.

Administrator: Winter is over again.

The accompanying picture was a skeleton butterfly that they had seen at Cui Ju's house.

"I don't understand what it means." Wei Yan muttered.

Yu Jue howled: "This person is too mysterious. Does he really exist in this world?"

Jin Chen stared at the screen thoughtfully for a few seconds, "Most butterflies appear in late spring, and they hibernate in winter."

Then he changed the subject, "For depressed patients, the arrival of spring just gives them enough energy to commit suicide."

“Ah?!” Yu Jue, who came over, couldn’t help but interrupt, “I thought winter was the season with the highest suicide rate.”

“In the winter they don’t have the energy or the laziness to kill themselves.”

Wu Lin came out of the office and just heard Jin Chen's analysis of patients with depression. When he heard the last sentence, his long eyelashes trembled and he thought of some memories.

"Wu Lin, come here."

Jinchen waved at him, "Did you find out what you wanted?"

"I don't have any secret hobbies that I would like to share in public." Wu Lin glanced at the man in the interrogation room, "Nightmare?"

"Yes, this guy is hard to interrogate. He can find loopholes in every sentence he says." Jin Chen pinched his brows with a headache and half leaned on Wu Lin's shoulder. "I asked him why he entered that website. Guess what he said."

Wu Lin didn't know what Jinchen wanted to express with this unreasonable sentence, and he showed a puzzled look at the right time.

Unexpectedly, Jinchen suddenly changed his posture, facing him and lowered his voice: "People who are in pain will always look for things that can make them feel happy."

Wu Lin's fingers hanging at his side curled up and clenched, but he remained motionless. "What does Team Jin want to say?"

"Although I don't agree with what he did, as far as this sentence is concerned, I hope that someone with many secrets can also learn this ability."

Jinchen casually stroked Wu Lin's soft hair and rushed into the interrogation room to prepare for a new round of mental exhaustion.

Wu Lin's gaze followed Jin Chen in, and then shifted to the one-way glass. For some reason, he recalled the hug in the autopsy room.

This person really likes to break the boundaries established by others.

Wu Lin pulled his lips silently, and his eyes finally revealed a soft smile.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 50! 】

Jin Chen's gloomy state of mind finally straightened up a little, and he interrupted Song Meng's speech with a smiling mask, "I don't have time to give you psychological counseling here, so I'll ask you one last time, have you ever seen the administrator behind the scenes?"

Song Meng was stunned for half a second, then looked away from him and said, "I haven't seen it before."

But the tiny micro-expression just revealed his inner thoughts. Jinchen nodded: "Okay, thank you for your answer. So what does the administrator look like?"

Song Meng: “…”

"He is everywhere! He knows everything that happens here. He is our supreme guide, leading us out of pain and darkness. We just want to be free to choose to leave this world! How does he bother you?"

Song Meng's smiling mask was finally torn off, revealing the hysterical soul underneath. Every word sounded like an accusation against the police for meddling in other people's business.

Jin Chen's reaction was cold, and he had no intention of matching Song Meng's emotions: "There's no need to make abetment of suicide sound so fresh and refined."

"Cui Ju and Zhou Ming are definitely victims, but you are not innocent."

Duan Xiaobai replied at the right time, "Song Meng, the drunkard is not the first person you have killed."

"Three years ago, there was an incident in the neighboring city where a psychologist hypnotized a patient and caused his death. The case was ruled as manslaughter by the psychologist, but after our investigation, we found that the psychologist, who had confessed to his crime and was arrested, attempted suicide in prison the following month, saying that he was not the murderer."

"That case was dropped after being diagnosed as mental illness. Are you familiar with it, Doctor Song? It's exactly the same as your colleague who confessed under hypnosis two days ago."

Song Meng clenched her handcuffed hands into fists, and stared at the ground as if she wanted to stare a hole in it.

"I don't know. I...I don't know what you are talking about."

Jinchen: "On the day that psychiatrist was sentenced, the post you posted on the suicide support website read: Escape."

boom!

Jinchen suddenly slammed the table, "You still say it's not you! Do you really want me to throw the evidence in your face?"

Song Meng was so frightened that she trembled all over, as if she had lost her temper.

"...I need to take medicine."

After a moment of dead silence, Song Meng weakly raised her head and looked at Jinchen with great effort, her voice becoming extremely weak: "I'll tell you... who will be the next person to commit suicide... I want to take medicine."

"The medicine is in the coat I wore." Song Meng suddenly became stubborn, her bloodshot pupils staring into Jinchen's eyes as she spoke word by word: "I. Want. To. Take. The. Medicine."

Yu Jue took the coat and brought it into the interrogation room, but Jin Chen raised his hand to signal Yu Jue to take it first.

[Hey, host! Locate! There is a locator on this coat.] Zero scanned it and immediately found the problem, and immediately blocked the signal.

Jin Chen accurately took out a micro positioning device the size of a grain of rice from behind his button, and glanced coldly at the stiff Song Meng, "Do you want me to stuff this thing into your stomach?"

To be honest, if it weren't for the identity in this world, Jinchen really wanted to do this.

Song Meng no longer clamored for medicine. She lowered her head and didn't want to raise it, as if she was trapped in a stiff numbness.

In this state, nothing can be found out.

"First, detain Song Meng and investigate his whereabouts and the people he has come into contact with during this period."

After Jinchen finished his instructions, he strode to the bathroom and wiped his face with cold water.

[Host, the locator does not belong to the administrator, but to "Rose"]

The signal tracked by Zero Gun Gun eventually located the address of Rose in the account list: [But why did Rose locate Nightmare? Are these users connected to each other? ]

Jinchen was scrolling through the posts on his phone when he suddenly discovered that Nightmare’s homepage was different from others.

The background image on the homepage is everyone’s selfie, like some kind of real-name system to enter the site, but there’s an inconspicuous butterfly in the corner of Song Meng’s selfie.

If it weren't for the ghost butterfly incident, he wouldn't have noticed this butterfly. After all, it is indeed a good choice to use it as a selfie element.

There is also a butterfly on Rose’s homepage, but in a different position. The butterfly is in the direction Song Meng is looking at, in the large bush of flowers behind Rose.

Jinchen didn't bother to wipe the water stains off his face and clicked on the administrator's homepage again. There was still a red skull and nothing else.

Why is it that the person who is most likely to be a ghost butterfly does not have any butterfly elements on his homepage?

What do these butterflies represent?

At that moment, Jinchen suddenly remembered the surveillance footage that was secretly filmed when he passed by the residential area while investigating Zhou Ming's case.

Even though it was ridiculous, he somehow associated it with the idea that they would not notice it if only a butterfly flew by.

The sound of footsteps interrupted Jinchen's absurd thoughts. He didn't turn around, but saw the person coming in the mirror.

Wu Lin stopped behind him silently, thought for a moment, took out a small package of tissues from his pocket, took out a few and handed them to Jinchen.

"You need sleep." Wu Lin still said the same thing, but his tone was much calmer than the previous times.

Jinchen took the tissue and wiped his face twice casually. When he touched the stubble on his chin, he suddenly realized something terrible.

He hasn't even caught up with his wife yet, so he no longer has time to manage his image!

Jinchen suddenly asked: "I won't become ugly, right?"

Wu Lin: “……?”