Mysterious country

When the big policeman said this, the short-haired policeman next to him added:

"In addition, we investigated the deceased's circle of friends. Although her reputation in the circle of friends was average, and there were people who were hostile to her, after our investigation, these people did not have the possibility of committing a crime.

Neither the time nor the place is right. "

"It's not a homicide, nor is it a home invasion. How can it be a suicide?"

Xia Xia Qi smiled after hearing this and asked pretending not to understand.

"Well...we...actually we don't have a clue, because according to the normal case handling procedures, this case cannot be investigated at all. There are really too many doubts and too many strange places."

The two policemen also hesitated. They said that they were so cooperative because they wanted to throw this hot potato away. They were eager to send someone from above to take over.

"If the deceased died at home, then who was the first to discover it?"

Xia Qi already knows almost everything about this case, but his current understanding of this incident is far from enough. He does not believe that except for the deceased, everyone has nothing to do with this incident. There must be a connection. of people have not been discovered.

"The deceased was discovered by one of her college classmates, which is very strange to say."

When the short-haired policeman said this, his face became a little ugly again.

"Tell me what makes you feel strange."

"On the day the deceased was killed, her boyfriend was on a business trip and there was no one at home. However, her college classmate claimed in the report that something might have happened to the deceased at home.

After we passed by, she was staying uneasily outside the door of the deceased's house. When our people opened the door and went in, they indeed found that the deceased was dead. "

Hearing this, Xia Qi and Zhao Jingshu glanced at each other. They both recovered from their previous listless state. What they wanted to know was the strangeness. If this case is not strange, it has nothing to do with supernatural events. .

Xia Tian Qi did not speak, but signaled the short-cut policeman to continue. After the short-cut policeman took a drink of water, he continued:

“This is what we find strange, that is, how did this college classmate of the deceased know that something might have happened to the deceased at home?

We are very doubtful about this, but it may be that he was greatly stimulated after seeing the deceased. The reporter kept talking nonsense and became extremely mentally abnormal. He is currently receiving treatment in a mental hospital. "

"What did you ask her and what did she say to you?"

Xia Qi felt that the reporter must know something.

"What a mentally ill person says is all nonsense and cannot be considered true."

The short-haired policeman laughed dryly after speaking, and it seemed that he didn't even bother to repeat himself.

"Just tell me what you say, whether it is nonsense and whether it is useful for this case, we will make a judgment."

Xia Xia Qi was not used to the short-haired policeman, his face instantly became gloomy, and he snorted coldly.

Seeing Xia Xia Qi suddenly downcast, the short-haired policeman did not dare to mention it in one sentence, and hurriedly followed Xia Qi's instructions and said:

“We asked her how she knew something would happen to the deceased, and she told us that it was a devil who killed the deceased.

After hearing this, we asked her who the devil was, and she said that the devil would not let them go. It was not a human being, but a devil.

Then she kept repeating these two sentences when asked again. Oh, by the way, we also asked what the devil looked like. She described it as having a pointed chin, a bloody hole as big as a bowl on the back of her head, and a bowl in her hand. Big hammer head.

Isn't this nonsense? I wonder if that person could survive with a hole in the back of his head as big as a bowl? "

When the short-haired policeman said this, he did not forget to deliberately mock Xia Xia Qi.

Xia Qi listened intently and ignored the sarcastic meaning of the short-haired policeman. He stared at him and asked:

"Where is the reporter now?"

"In a mental hospital."

"I know it's a mental hospital, where is it specifically?"

"It's at the Anle Mental Illness Rehabilitation Center in the northernmost part of Fengcheng District."

After telling the mental hospital where the reporter was located, the Cuntou policeman reminded Xia Qi:

"This person is extremely mentally disturbed and irritable right now. We have been there many times before. Even if you go there, it will be a waste of time."

"This is our business."

Now that he has got the clues he wanted, there is no need to stay here anymore. Xia Qi glanced at Zhao Jingshu at this time, stood up from the chair and said:

"Let's go to that rehabilitation center."

Coming out of the police station, Zhao Jingshu looked at Xia Qi who was thoughtful and asked:

"What do you think the reporter knew?"

"That must be the case, otherwise she wouldn't be scared to the point of becoming insane. Of course, maybe she is a sane person, but the truth she tells is not accepted by others.

But what the situation will be, we have to wait until we meet that person. "

After Xia Qi finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked the name of the person who reported the crime, so he went back to the police station to inquire before taking a taxi with Zhao Jingshu.

On the busy commercial street, Zhang Le yawned and walked towards an office building opposite. His small eyes were full of bloodshot eyes due to lack of sleep.

Ever since he learned that Ma Liangchao had been killed, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. Not only was he sad and sleepless, but more importantly, he would have nightmares whenever he closed his eyes.

And the content of the dream was exactly the same every time. He was tied to a cold bed, and there were constant hammering sounds reaching his ears from outside.

He had a nightmare, and it was nothing like this kind of nightmare, but whether in the dream or after waking up, he was scared to death, as if the nightmare was real and he was really trapped. And he could be killed at any time.

Entering the office building, Zhang Le took the elevator to the 5th floor as usual, because his father's company is located here and is mainly responsible for selling some goods produced in the factory.

Because they are all telemarketers, they are usually very noisy and annoying, so unless his father tells him to come here, he will never run here when he is full.

Of course, he also knew in his heart that his father was deliberately training him so that he could entrust this career to him. However, he had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and he was not interested in such tedious things as taking over a factory to do business.

But if he wasn't interested, he didn't have the guts to show it in front of his dad, otherwise he would be scolded to death.