Officer Xiang and Mumu

I asked Ling Yunmu if he had the feeling of being spied on when he was growing up, and he snorted coldly after a long while: "Maybe there is, maybe it is."

A little disappointed, it seems that he still doesn't have much impression.His reading grades are very good. A student with a very good reading grade can't have a bad memory, but why does he forget his childhood friends?It just happened to be such a key person!

"Probably when I first entered junior high school." The voice without emotion told me such a thing, "I... never dared to be alone with my adoptive father... so, I always stay with my younger brother , I feel like he is my life-saving straw."

I felt a little sad, "You discovered Ling Qiaosheng's perverted tendencies very early? Has he ever hurt you?"

He shook his head and nodded again.

My hand on the steering wheel tightened.

"He didn't dare touch me, even though he really wanted to. One night, I was sleeping in bed..."

Not long after Ling Yunmu was adopted, his younger brother was born. Within a few days of the fatherly and motherly love he felt, he was thrown into limbo and lived alone in the basement.

That night, he was awakened by the ringing of the phone and connected in the dark.

"Hey?"

There was no answer on the other end of the phone, so he waited for a while, but still no one spoke, and there was no busy signal of disconnection.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and something made a sound on the stairs, Ling Yunmu hurriedly got up and turned on the light to check.I saw the door opened at some unknown time, and it was still shaking due to inertia, as if someone just ran out of the basement before closing the door before Ling Yunmu saw it clearly.

"Officer Xiang, I'm very precocious. I knew my adoptive father had that habit since I was very young. If it wasn't for that phone call that night, I might..."

"Bastard!" I cursed, in a terrible mood, wishing I could drag Ling Qiaosheng out of the grave and flog his corpse.

"I always remember this incident, but I don't know who called. Why didn't you talk, who is he?"

"Is there any other incident, do you have this feeling of being secretly protected?"

He shook his head, not nodding this time.

So, was that call just an accident?

"Do you still have that phone number?" I didn't have any hope, and he didn't give me any hope. After all, he was still very young at that time, how could he know how to keep the number?

Just this one time made him feel lucky, and from then on, as long as he was in this family, he would be more inseparable from his younger siblings, because Ling Qiaosheng had no reason to ask him to do anything to take care of his younger siblings.Moreover, his attentiveness can also win the favor of his adoptive mother, which can bring him a sense of security to some extent.

"Didn't Ling Qiaosheng hurt his younger brothers and sisters?" Unexpectedly, when I asked casually, he was silent, which made me feel that Ling Qiaosheng would not spare his own flesh and blood, "This beast!"

No, Ling Qiaosheng didn't even dare to touch his adopted son, and his own son was probably even less courageous. His wife Zhang Li should be responsible for this, so I don't understand Ling Yunmu's silence.

Even Ling Yunmu himself was unable to provide evidence of the existence of that person. I was not reconciled, and started to inquire from various aspects, hoping to elicit relevant memories, but that good friend who could make bean curd quilts seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. In the orbit of life, there is no trace left!And recalling his childhood, Ling Yunmu has a lot of memory gaps, he would have a severe headache when he was in a hurry, so I had no choice but to give up.

Was it because of schizophrenia that he lost some of his memory, or was childhood itself repulsive?

I'm not a psychiatrist, so I can't analyze what went wrong, but I still found a little inconsistency that was hard to detect——Ling Yunmu's resistance was a bit suspicious.

There is a difference between simple forgetting and clearly remembering but saying that you don't remember. The words and deeds reflected in the two are different.

He must be hiding something.

"Officer Xiang, I'm sorry, I...I can't help you..." He said weakly, his face pale.

"Mumu, I'm very worried. The dead are gone, but the living are his goals. His appetite is far from being satisfied by killing a few people." Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, "Maybe , what he wants is not human life at all!"

Without warning, Ling Yunmu's body trembled violently as if struck by lightning.

I turned my face away, only to see that his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his lips could not be closed due to tension.

Was it just an illusion?He seems to be intimidated?

At this moment, he regained his composure, his brows and eyes were tired, and he didn't make any comments on my words.

What I can't get rid of in my mind is a new conjecture, Ling Yunmu's reaction is really surprising, he seems to know what the murderer wants?Before that, no matter how I talked about the murderer, he was relatively calm, but what I said just now scared him?

Did he feel threatened?

If the murderer's goal is not human life, then it is Ling Yunmu—of course it is not Ling Yunmu's life, but is there something in him that the murderer is fascinated by?

I gasped from the bottom of my heart, every pore opened, and the air I inhaled was icy cold.

At the end of this case, what kind of evil intentions will we see?

Originally thought that Ling Yunmu would always go home with me in this state, but when he got home, he had already stuffed a finger into his mouth and started sucking like no one else was there.