Three people and one ghost solved 43 mysterious cases.

Hospital, ICU.

Chen Meng woke up and was lying on the bed with a nurse standing beside him.

The nurse said to Yuan Fugui, "This girl has just woken up. She cannot be stimulated, and the questioning time cannot be too long."

"understood."

Yuan Fugui walked to the bed, sat down, pressed the recorder, and looked at Chen Meng who was weak on the hospital bed, with peeling lips and red rashes all over his face.

It's really pitiful. I'm only 19 years old. I have acne and new red spots on my face. These are all reactions of long-term medication.

I also encountered such an unfortunate encounter.

Yuan Fugui said, "Chen Meng, I am Inspector Yuan Fugui from the Serious Crime Unit. Regarding your mother's case..." She changed her tone and said, "Your mother has..."

Chen Meng's body twitched slightly, and when he moved, the wound on his back was painful.

"You must calm down now. Only you can help me. Can you recall the situation when the crime occurred? Speak slowly and say whatever comes to mind."

Chen Meng controlled his emotions, yes, now is not the time to be sad, he must catch the real culprit of that bastard.

She said in a very soft voice, "I...I remember...it was at nine o'clock in the evening."

When she spoke, she spoke a few words, pausing all the time, but when connected together, it seemed that she was recreating the "shocking" crime scene.

she says:

At that time, I was painting in my room, wearing headphones. I loved painting, and this was my greatest pleasure.

I didn't notice when the murderer came in, when he opened the bedroom door and walked behind me.

When I turned around, I...I saw——

A man, about medium height, wearing a motorcycle hat and black courier clothes.

He had a knife in his hand and the blade was pressed against my neck, "Don't scream."

It was a man's voice.

I dare not scream. Then, he pushed my wheelchair to the living room.

When I arrived in the living room, I saw my mother, Chen Yanzhen, tied up and sitting on the ground.

I cried, I cried in fear, my face twisted into a ball, and I said, "Mom."

My mother had a piece of cloth gagged in her mouth and could only purr.

The man wearing a motorcycle hat also took out a piece of cloth and stuffed it into my mouth, "You can't even scream. I will kill anyone who screams."

My mother and I stared at each other, afraid to speak.

The man walked in front of me, walked up to my mother, and pulled off her stockings. My mother's mouth was gagged with a cloth. She looked at me with her eyes open and whispered "Ouch" softly.

That kind of scene, that kind of silent fear, was so suffocating.

The man came back to me. He suddenly grabbed my hair and grabbed me out of the wheelchair. I lay on the ground. The man wore gloves and inserted a knife into my back.

The heartbreaking pain was accompanied by his low words, "I still can't speak."

If you speak out, your mother will die. Neither my mother nor I want anything to happen to the other party. We are definitely no match for this person. We can only wait for the opportunity.

I lay on the ground and couldn't move. If I didn't move, it wouldn't hurt much. The blood kept flowing and I kept lying down.

Then, the man went to the kitchen, took a can of Coke out of the refrigerator, and sat on the sofa.

With his back to me, he took off his helmet. I looked at the back of his head. His hair was long, oily and messy.

He was drinking Coke and talking to my mother:

His voice was very strange, rising from time to time and making strange noises from time to time. I don't know why he talked like this, but he just talked like "self". His age was probably... in his forties.

He insulted my mother and said:

You are so annoying, you know that?

On the surface, she seems to be a good woman, and she is polite to others, but why is she not the same to me? Why do you scold me?

What have I done wrong to deserve your scolding? He scolded me every day, scolded me when I woke up, scolded me when I was eating, and scolded me even if I didn't do anything.

I am your son.

"I, I don't understand why he said this to my mother. My mother doesn't know him, and I have no impression of this person. He is about the same age as my mother. How could my mother have a son like him? I think he must He is a pervert, he is transferring the harm someone caused him to my mother," Chen Meng said.

He cursed for more than ten minutes, and his voice was the only one echoing in the whole room.

And I really wanted to struggle and save my mother.

But no, I couldn't walk, my legs had lost strength as I had been taking medicine for cancer, and blood continued to flow from my back.

Because the knife was inserted and the blood was flowing slowly, my body became colder and colder.

I don't know when or how this tragedy will end. I am desperate.

At this time, the murderer stood up, put on his motorcycle hat again, and walked up to my mother.

I knew it was impossible, he was going to take action, he was going to kill my mother.

All I could do was crawl forward. I wanted to protect my mother, but the pain was too much. I crawled very slowly, and it hurt even once I climbed.

At this time, the murderer was already standing next to my mother. He was wearing a motorcycle hat and came close to my mother's face. He once again used that strange voice, like the voice of a demon, to my mother and said, " You’re so annoying, you know what, I’m going to kill you.”

He wanted to strangle my mother's neck, but at this moment, I saw from a sideways view that my mother's face was in great pain. Her face was twisted into a ball, and then her head suddenly drooped.

My mother has a heart disease, and I know that she was too stimulated. I can't hold it any longer.

The murderer slapped my mother on the face several times, "Hey, why is she dead?" he said.

Then, he took away the cloth that was stuffed in my mother's mouth, and stepped on my mother's face with his foot, once hard, and then harder. No matter how he moved, my mother didn't react.

I knew my mother must have had a heart attack. No, I had to save her.

I continued to crawl forward and climbed to my mother's side.

The murderer squatted down, wearing a motorcycle hat, and looked at me. He was really not a human being.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the wheelchair.

I don't care, I crawled back into my mother's body again.... I want to save my mother, I don't want my mother to die.

"But he dragged me away again and tortured me again and again."

Hearing this, Yuan Fugui found it difficult to describe his feelings. According to the blood stains left at the crime scene, Chen Meng's blood was really like this, and he was "dragged" on the ground several times.

Chen Meng continued:

In the end, I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't do it at all.

The murderer seemed to be tired. He squatted in front of me again, wearing a motorcycle hat. I thought he was going to kill me. I was just a lamb, waiting to die, so I closed my eyes.

But, he didn't kill me.

He removed the cloth from my mouth.

Then he whistled and left the house.

With a click, the door closed.

After he left, I opened my eyes. My eyes were hazy, and I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears. My hazy eyes looked at the hazy room. My mother was lying motionless.

I want to save myself, I want to save myself,

I tried my best to crawl to the coffee table, grabbed my phone, and called the police.

"mom!"

Chen Meng, who was seriously injured at this moment, shouted out heartbreakingly.

The nurse hurried over, held down Chen Meng, controlled her emotions, and said to Yuan Fugui, "Okay, stop asking, it's over, she can't be stimulated anymore."

Yuan Fugui nodded and left without saying a word.

Her fists were clenched tightly, the murderer, this bastard murderer, I must catch him.

After walking out of the hospital, Yuan Fugui gradually calmed down.

Her clenched fists loosened and her palms became sweaty. She reminded herself to think more comprehensively from this confession.

She found a cafe, ordered a cup of coffee, sat and listened to the recording of Chen Meng's confession over and over again.

Chen Meng's description was very detailed and greatly promoted the case.

After listening to it several times, a very confusing thing suddenly occurred in Yuan Fugui's mind——

This murderer seemed to have a lot of devious behavior at the time of the incident.

For example, when he wore his motorcycle hat and when he took it off. All of this is a bit strange, but also very reasonable.

The murderer wanted to strangle Chen Yanzhen to death, but Chen Yanzhen died unexpectedly of a heart attack.

The murderer was wearing gloves. How could he tell whether Chen Yanzhen was really dead or unconscious?

If he was just unconscious, wouldn't he be exposed when he was rescued?

Also, in order to prevent Chen Meng and Chen Yanzhen from screaming, the murderer put a piece of cloth in their mouths.

The murderer wore gloves to commit the crime, so the cloth would definitely not be stained with fingerprints. Besides, he was not afraid of leaving fingerprints. It was obvious that the can of frozen Coke had his fingerprints and saliva.

Why did he take away these two pieces of cloth?

Keep it as a "souvenir of the crime"?

When doubts arose, Yuan Fugui discovered that everything at the crime scene seemed reasonable, but it was inevitable that the murderer's behavior was a bit "circular" in doing these things.