The day I was forced to be a detective pendant

After getting into the taxi, Bian Yao still folded his arms with a fierce expression on his face. I sneaked glances at him several times, but he finally noticed.Bian Yao turned his face and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this, and what's wrong?"

"Look," I carefully handed out my phone, "I swiped it when you two were talking just now, and I didn't dare to tell you...you must calm down after reading it."

"Show me quickly." Bian Yao snatched the phone and began to read, his brows were furrowed, and flames appeared in his eyes.

The content of the news was an accident in which a teenager stumbled and fell in a subway station.Through the surveillance video of the subway, it can be seen that the boy lingered on the platform for more than ten minutes, passing the subway several times without entering.The boy was staggering, his expression was in a daze, and he was standing so close to the edge of the platform that he didn't even hear the subway approaching.As a result, he was startled when the car came, and fell down. The people around rushed up, but it was too late.

The unusual thing about this news is that when the family was packing up the belongings afterwards, they found a written suicide note in the child's room.During the news broadcast, it was stated that it is not ruled out that the child has long had the idea of ​​suicide, and it was not a total accident that he fell on the track.

After Bian Yao looked at the suicide note that flashed by in the news, he clenched his fists tightly by his side—although the time was short, if you know where you should pay attention, the clues are still very clear.

The three letters of SIP on the signature are extremely eye-catching.

"This time of death..." I whispered.

"It was the day after we sent a message to Xiaojie's netizen," Bian Yao gritted his teeth, "When he went offline, he said that he was going to sleep for a while, and that he would start a group that night."

"Choosing to start a group at night is such a high-intensity mental exhaustion that puts your life on the line. If you fail, you probably won't be able to sleep all night." I can already imagine what kind of psychological process this person has gone through: "Fear, Anxious, helpless, lack of sleep, I wrote a suicide note according to the instructions after being torn off the card, but I didn't know how to proceed. I walked to the street in a daze, not knowing where to escape, and the result..."

I didn't dare to say it anymore, so I took a peek at Bian Yao, only to find that his face had returned to his calm and paralyzed face, and I asked him, "Aren't you angry?"

"Angry, this is what I look like when I am angry." Bian Yao said.

"Oh." I said in a daze, "But in this way, does it prove that the netizen we chatted with is telling the truth? It should not be Johnson and the others pretending."

"It should be, so that means... the thing about the medicine is also true." Bian Yao said.

I'm still puzzled: "So if that netizen isn't from the SIP organization, how did we get discovered?"

Bian Yao pondered for a while, and said, "It may not be discovered."

"Ah? What do you mean, didn't you just say..."

"He found out that we are two people, maybe it's just because he came earlier than us, and he saw our behavior of squatting. So during the so-called interview process, he has been waiting for me when I lose my breath , and I really couldn't hold my breath."

"That's also helpless. He was about to leave at that time, and we didn't ask anything."

"Thinking about it now, when he was about to get up and leave, didn't it look like you pretended to leave when you were shopping, but in fact waited for the boss to chase you out and lower the price?"

"Hahahaha." I was amused by his metaphor for a moment, but after laughing twice, I felt bitter when I thought of the reality.

"As soon as I mentioned Xiaojie, he understood. We learned about this through R, because R learned what kind of organization SIP was at the same time as us. He was impulsive, and directly questioned them online, which aroused the vigilance of the other party. .But...maybe that's all." Bian Yao said.

"Did he believe you when you said you were a high school student?" I asked worriedly.

Bian Yao shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.I asked again, "So what do we do now?"

"Go to this person's parents, and hope to persuade them to do an autopsy." Bian Yao poked at my phone screen, "If the test cannot be found on a living person, could it be that the test cannot be found on a dead person? That child is obviously in a trance in the video , there must be a problem."

"Ah?" I was shocked by his thought, "Several days have passed since his accident, is there still time?"

"It should be just in time," Bian Yao said. "Today is the third day after the incident. Generally speaking, it takes the third day at the earliest to arrange the funeral and cremation process."

"But where can I find it?" I wondered, "Could it be possible to contact the news media that issued the draft? We are neither the family members of the parties nor the public security agency, and the other party will definitely not tell. We can't tell the other party that we The reason, otherwise we will become news by then.”

"Let's think about it..." Bian Yao took the news again and flipped through it—there were only three paragraphs in total, without too many details between the lines.He watched the surveillance video of the subway station twice, and suddenly said: "I see, you see, the place where the accident happened is the Jiuqu Road subway station. If such an accident happens, the subway staff and the people around , it must be sent to the nearest hospital." Bian Yao opened the map for comparison, grabbed the back of the driver's seat, and said, "Master, change the destination, let's go to the Third People's Hospital!"

The master driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and said slowly, "Young man, it's not that I'm meddling in my own business..."

I knew the master must have heard what we were talking about—without context, these keywords that popped out of our mouths were probably quite scary.

Unexpectedly, the master's next sentence was: "People will be dragged from the mortuary to the funeral parlor the next day, and you will not be able to find the body when you go to the hospital."

I:"……"

Bian Yao: "..."

The master went on to say: "Seeing that you two are young students, you have never done this kind of thing. If the person died in the hospital, the hospital will issue a death certificate, and the family members have to take the death certificate to the police station to cancel the account... ...Ah, how did this person you speak of die?"

"I... lie on the rails." Bian Yao said.

"For this type of accidental car accident or suicide, the police station will issue a death certificate, and then the funeral home will send someone to take the body away, refrigerate it, and then make a beauty treatment. The family members over there discuss how to carry out the memorial ceremony..."

Bian Yao interrupted him and asked, "So the corpse was in the funeral home until it was cremated?"

The driver nodded: "Yes, some ashes can be taken away within an hour after burning, and some places have to wait for a few days, depending on the situation. So...do you still go to the third hospital?"

"I won't go," Bian Yao said honestly, "How many funeral parlors are there in our city?"

The master said: "Eleven."

Bian Yao: "..."

I was shocked: "So many!? I thought it was usually just one or two."

The master said quietly: "Where, do you know how many people die every day in a city with such a large population? Besides, many funeral businesses are now very high-end. Let me tell you about the one-stop service..."

Bian Yao quickly stopped the master's eloquent science popularization and said, "Master, let's change the address and go to the police station."

The two of us stood at the gate of the police station and waited for a while, and Uncle Owl came out. This was the first time I saw him in police uniform, so I waved at him.

He came over and asked with a straight face: "Why are you two again? You want to report the case and follow me inside to go through the procedures."

"No, please listen to us first, the situation is urgent."

He said displeased: "It's not urgent, can you think of me? If you can't handle it anymore, can you think of using me?"

"What do you mean by using it? It's so ugly to say, we have cooperated so many times." I said, "It was to help a classmate of ours. A classmate in his brother's class committed suicide by lying on the rails, but according to my brother, it was Because the classmate met some strange bad friends, and then took some kind of medicine, which led to a trance, stumbled and fell."

Uncle Owl was surprised after hearing this: "This is not a trivial matter! Which school? What's the name? Have other students also taken this medicine? What are the symptoms after taking it?"

I was stunned by this series of questions, Bian Yao pushed me aside, and said: "The point is that the child's body will be cremated soon, and we must rush to test whether there is any evidence of drugs in his body before that. But We couldn't contact the parents of the child, I heard that the death report of this kind of accident was issued by the police station, you see..."

Uncle Owl obviously saw the world better than I did, and he didn't look shocked. He thought for a while and asked, "Are you talking about the kid who accidentally fell into the subway tracks a few days ago?"

"That's right, that's him." I said excitedly, "Brother, do you know?"

"Uncle," he said, "I remember that the subway station where the accident happened is near here, but the procedure was not done by me, but by our colleagues. But I have a little impression, because it was discussed in the bureau at the time." Why are there so many suicides recently? What kind of medicine did you say the child took?"

Bian Yao spoke quickly: "I don't know, but have you seen the surveillance video? Do you think that mental state seems normal. But... We don't know whether we have taken medicine or not. To tell you the truth, before I... My friend’s younger brother also had a child in his class who suspected he had taken the drug, which seemed to be something popular among middle school students. But then he went for a physical examination with his parents and found nothing, so we are not sure..."

Uncle Owl nodded: "Wait for me here." After saying that, he quickly walked back to the police station, probably to ask a colleague who had dealt with him about the situation. In less than 5 minutes, he rushed out again with strides and said, "Come on!"

Bian Yao and I hurriedly followed behind him and got into his police car—there was an iron railing between the front and rear rows of the police car, and I immediately had a strong sense of déjà vu while sitting in the back seat.

"Don't talk." Bian Yao said suddenly.

I looked at him blankly with my mouth half open——Bian Yao said with an expression of "I don't know you yet," and said, "No matter what the hell is on your mind, don't tell me."

The car drove in the direction of the outer ring and arrived at the place in less than half an hour. Looking out the window, we came to a place similar to a park. The environment is quite good and the ground is very clean.A igloo stands in a clearing surrounded by lots of parking spaces, almost all of which are empty.I asked, "Is this the funeral home? It looks like an astronomical station."

I pulled the car door with my hands, but it didn't move. I said, "Uncle, open the door."

Uncle Owl turned his face: "You two don't get out of the car."

me?"

Bian Yao immediately said: "No."

Uncle Owl stared: "What can't be done! I went to negotiate because I received a tip from the masses, and I hope the other party can cooperate with the police. What's the matter with you?"

I said loudly: "We understand the situation!"

"You guys know what's going on. Have you ever seen anonymous people visiting with the police? What did I tell you two before? Telling you not to rush to the front when you encounter problems, can't you go to college?"

"Oh uncle! When is it, don't spend time doing this kind of ideological education work with us!" I said anxiously: "You can go, but go quickly!"

Uncle Owl gave me a sideways look, and he didn't forget to take the car keys before getting out of the car. He straightened his clothes and trotted into the building.Bian Yao and I, two teenagers who lost their way, were sitting in the back of the police car, holding on to the railing, and staring eagerly through the car window.

We looked around for a while, and there was only one cleaner walking around in the whole place, which seemed very deserted.I turned around and asked Bian Yao, "Do you think it can be done?"

Bian Yao said: "He hasn't come out for so long, probably he is negotiating. If there is some negotiating, it means that he has not been cremated yet."

"So there's a show going on?"

Bian Yao shook his head: "I don't know, Chinese people are very taboo about this kind of thing, I don't know what that person's parents will think."

The two of us waited for a while, but felt very bored. The sun was so hot that the roof of the car was so hot that it was uncomfortable to sit on, so I simply took off my coat.Bian Yao next to him remained motionless, staring at the seat in front of him with his arms folded, and asked without squinting: "Why are you staring at me?"

I looked at him curiously: "You didn't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

"Such bright eyeballs, it's hard to see them." Bian Yao turned his face, stared at me for a while, and suddenly asked, "What do your parents do?"

"Why do you ask this," I said shyly, "they are ordinary people."

"What kind of ordinary person?" Bian Yao asked, "I'm thinking about what kind of family raised you, and how you were chosen by Dragon Soul."

Me: "Hey."

Bian Yao said mercilessly: "Don't show such a disgusting expression, I didn't praise you."

"Oh..." I said, "my mother is a social psychologist, and my father is a geologist. They both travel abroad all the year round... er, academic visits, I have often been alone since junior high school I'm at home. So... So if you want to see them, it may be a little difficult, and you need to arrange a schedule. "

"..." Bian Yao was silent for a while, "What kind of ordinary person is this?"

"Compared to Brother Wolf and Father Snake, my parents should be quite ordinary." I said, "But with such liberal Kochi parents, the process of growing up is quite boring."

Bian Yao raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

"It's when you want to rebel or want to be in the second grade, there is no stage for you to play at all." I sighed, "I remember when I was young, I once yelled that I would go out to drink and smoke, but my mother said...you can drink alcohol. Because you grew up watching us drink, it would be very hypocritical if we stopped you at this time. But there are laws and regulations related to smoking. She suggested that I first learn more about the effects of nicotine and excessive alcohol on the human body. Make a rational choice when you are fully informed.”

Bian Yao finally showed his first smile all day and said, "Awesome."

I was inspired by his smile, and then shook my head: "When I grew up, I told her that I don't want to go to school anymore, I want to play guitar, be in a band, and rock."

"The result?" Bian Yao asked with great interest.

"She said that I support you, so that you can organically combine your enthusiasm for life, your creativity, and your strong desire to express... Now that I think about it, what is the strong desire to express, she is talking about me Got it.” I said, “She also said that starting a band requires investment to buy musical instruments, and to support me, she and my dad would buy me my first guitar and drive me to guitar lessons.”

Bian Yao was overjoyed, and asked, "Did you go to study later?"

"What are you learning! I liked to listen to that kind of particularly violent metal music. They supported me so much that I was not angry at all. I couldn't be a rock musician at all." I said with a sad face, "Do you understand artists! Artists have to There are contradictions and pains in life!"

"That's good." Bian Yao said to himself, showing a look of dumbfounding: "Your parents are so smart, so what's the matter with your IQ?"

I:"???"

Me: "What do you mean, tell me clearly."

But Bian Yao raised his chin, looked past me, and said, "I'm back."

I looked back and saw that Uncle Owl had left the building and came out.But when we walked to a place ten meters away from us, we suddenly stopped and stood under a tree to smoke.He tilted his head to light the cigarette, and I stuck my head out of the car window to call him, but Bian Yao patted my back as a reminder—he also came over, put his chin on my shoulder and whispered: "Shh, Look over there."

Immediately, I saw two women and a man walking out of the funeral parlor. The middle-aged woman had a haggard face, staggered steps, and her body was crumbling. She was supported by an older woman beside her.The man beside her raised his head and stared at Uncle Owl from a distance, his eyes were full of anger.After the three of them drove away, Uncle Owl stubbed out his cigarette and walked towards us.

Bian Yao sighed: "Sure enough, it still doesn't work, right?"

Uncle Owl looked at him from the rearview mirror: "I disagree with life and death, saying that the children are dead, and we can't leave a whole body."

I asked: "You didn't tell her that maybe their child's death was not a complete accident, but a trance caused by drugs?"

"I said it, and the problem happened after I said it. The two couples suddenly lost control of their emotions and said that their child is not a drug addict. I tried to talk about it, but in the end I was thrown out."

Bian Yao fell silent: "Without more evidence, there is no way to apply for police intervention."

Uncle Owl turned around and asked, "So what are you going to do next?"

Bian Yao shook his head: "What else can I do, go home for dinner. There is no progress or evidence, and all clues come from a junior high school student's joke."

Uncle Owl obviously didn’t believe it, and stared at Bian Yao for a while, but couldn’t see anything, so he turned to analyze my facial expression, and I immediately said: “Uncle, you are back, you locked us in the car, I I'm almost suffocating, is there a toilet in there? I want to go to one."

He glanced at me speechlessly, but he had no choice but to let me go.

I quickly ran into the hall of the funeral parlor—it was completely different from the "crematorium" I imagined. It looked clean and modern, but the inside was as deserted as the outside.I quickly found the bathroom, but it was also empty, and the floor was slightly damp, probably just after cleaning, and there was even an echo when I stepped on it.

While running the water, I vaguely heard another person coming in, but my mind was full of things and I didn't pay attention.I thought to myself—following the clue here is another dead end, what will Bian Yao do next?It failed to find a living person to test the drug, it failed to find the game manager to cheat the drug, and it failed to find the family members of the deceased to test the drug. If this drug exists, it would be too mysterious.What kind of drug can silently control the length of human life, and can only be extended by specific drug treatment?I have been thinking back since today, thinking about the authenticity of every link and every clue.

I seem to be doing a mathematical logic problem at this time-assuming that one of the four people in ABCD is telling the truth and the other is telling the lie, and they issued the following statement, what is the truth?

Johnson must be the one telling the lie, so who is the one telling the truth? Will R be the one to tell the truth?

Just like that, while I was washing my hands, my thoughts diverged, and suddenly I caught a glimpse of a person standing in the reflection of the mirror.

I raised my eyes casually, and the shock was no small matter—although I had never met him at close range, this person was what I had just met—that Johnson who told lies!

I didn't dare to vent my breath, and stared at the water continuously pouring over my hand. My fingers were cold, and I tried my best to breathe slowly so that it wouldn't be too rapid.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Johnson was getting closer and closer to me, and even reached out to me...

My muscles tensed up, and when I was about to fight back, Johnson's hand touched the hand sanitizer on the counter in front of me, and squeezed some into his palm.I looked up, and happened to meet Johnson's eyes—he froze for a moment, smiled at me politely, then turned around and took out a piece of paper to dry his hands, and threw it away.

My heart was beating wildly, and I dared to exhale only after confirming that he was really gone.The way he looked at me just now was completely looking at a stranger, and he didn't know me.

what happened?I wondered—didn't he see me outside the coffee shop?Or was it so far away that he didn't recognize me?I rolled my eyes down and got it—I took off my coat in the car just now, no wonder he couldn't recognize it.

Or... He didn't even know that I was hiding outside, and the "you" in his last sentence referred to Bian Yao and his "classmate" R?

In this way, maybe he really believed Bian Yao's rhetoric that he was a classmate of R, and more importantly - if he didn't know me, it meant that Johnson was different from Xiang Wuzheng. Bian Yao is here.

This recognition made me happy and relieved a lot. At the same time, I asked myself—why did he appear here?Is it because after he was questioned by Bian Yao in person just now, he was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he rushed directly to the funeral home where the last victim was located to monitor the progress of the cremation?

Or...he just came to admire the loot, to see another player who died in their dark and evil game, to experience the power and pleasure of playing with other people's lives and deaths.

I was taken aback by the guess that popped up in my head, and thought belatedly—maybe we are really too close to the abyss.

I watched Johnson walk out of the gate before slowly returning to the uncle's car. He scolded me and asked me why I was so slow.But Bian Yao didn't say anything, I knew he had seen Johnson, and under the surface of silence, a storm was brewing silently.

【Warm and cold foggy day END】

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a few days later.

Johnson sat down in front of us again, with a careless smile on his face, and a hint of greed and complacency in his eyes, as if watching the prey go into the net.

He spread his hands, and there were two small white plastic boxes in the palms of his hands. The small box in his left hand contained two blue pills, and the small box in his right hand contained two red pills.

"Tobeornottobe," Johnson said, "choose one."