Unremarkable Love Little Devil [Zhongyingmei]

San Jose Police Department.

Sean and Queenie sat side by side at the table.Both of them are good-looking, and they don't look like murder suspects when they sit obediently.Especially Queenie, when she doesn't speak and look at people in that indifferent and condensed tone, she is a young girl who has just grown up and is ignorant of the world.

Detective Hardlow poured a cup of hot water for each of them and told them not to be nervous, it was just an ordinary routine questioning, and they just had to tell what they knew.

Queenie wasn't nervous, but she knew Sean was.nervous her.

Queenie originally didn't want Sean to come along, but when the two visiting police detectives wanted to bring her to the police station to assist in the investigation, she saw Sean's panic.

Like a helpless child, he kept explaining for her: "Queenie won't kill people, Queenie won't kill people." He clasped his hands together, trying to hide his abnormality as much as possible.

Queenie took his hand and said, "Sean, can you come with me?" He was afraid that she would leave like Steve.

What did the police detective named Andy Keane want to say, Queenie looked him in the eyes and said, "He's coming with me."

So the two of them came to the police station together.

When receiving the hot water from Detective Hardlow, Sean said to him again: "Queenie will never kill people. You made a mistake."

For a moment, Queenie suddenly felt that she might have betrayed Sean's trust.

The victims of Queenie's alleged "murder" were Harden and James, who had "lend" the apartment to her very "friendly".If the police hadn't come to the door, Queenie would have forgotten about these two people.

It was said to be murder, but in fact all the clues pointed out that this was a "suicide case".The only doubt is that Harden and James suddenly went crazy before they died, saying that they met the devil every day, and the devil was punishing them.Two days ago, the two committed suicide together.

Queenie was the last person the two had contacted before they went mad, let alone she had lived in the deceased's apartment in a grand manner.

The detective, Harold, asked, "Did you know they killed a girl before?"

Queenie blinked: "Should I know?"

Harold looked at Queenie for a few seconds, and then placed the photos of the scene on the table in front of Queenie one by one.

Harden and James were finally found committing suicide in front of the grave of the girl they had killed before, and cut their own throats. They died in a miserable state, and the land in front of the tombstone was soaked in blood into a horrific dark brown.

Queenie glanced at it calmly.

"You don't look surprised at all," said Detective Harold.

"It is said that the San Jose Police Department has the highest average salary in the United States. I think the police officers here must also be the best police officers in the United States."

With a burst of excited voices, Lucifer's figure appeared in everyone's sight.He walked across several desks with a calm expression, and when passing by a good-looking female police detective, he even sneaked a wink.

Even though she was always calm and indifferent like Queenie, she was speechless for a while.

I want to pretend I don't know this person.

It's a pity that it didn't work, Lucifer had already stopped by their table, and glanced down at the photos on the table. "Wow! Whoever is in the photo, God bless him."

"Excuse me, sir, who are you, this is the police station, and no one else is allowed to enter." Detective Andy Keane first released his hostility towards the defiant big devil.

"Oh, hello, two police detectives," Lucifer remembered to introduce himself, and elegantly straightened his white shirt collar, "I am Miss Queenie's lawyer, Lucifer Morningstar. This is... Uh," pointing to Amenadiel next to him, "...my assistant." Although his wings are hidden, Amenadiel wearing a human black leather jacket is more like a cold bodyguard.

Amenadiel glanced at Lucifer and did not refute.

"We're just asking Miss Queenie to assist in the investigation. I don't think it's necessary to trouble a lawyer." Detective Hardlow said.

"Of course," Lucifer shrugged, "After all, you don't have any evidence." He pulled a chair and sat down beside Queenie, "I think my client doesn't have enough understanding of your judicial procedures here. In fact, you have no right to bring her to the police station, and she has the right to remain silent and refuse to answer all of your questions."

Hadro had nothing to say, because what Lucifer said was the truth.Even if they suspect that Queenie is related to the case, or even affirm that Queenie is related to this case, but without evidence, everything is useless.

What they don't know is that they will never be able to find evidence, because in a sense, Harden and James did commit suicide.

The answer is actually very simple. The reason why these two people committed suicide was because Queenie kept them in hell all the time, repeating the death process of the girl they murdered every day.

Don't humans always like to say that-everyone lives in a hell of their own making.She just made that statement a reality.

It's just that they persisted for a shorter time than she expected.

"Eon!" Lucifer suddenly stared into Detective Hudson's eyes, and asked with a smile on his lips, "You think these two should be damned too, don't you?"

Hudson looked directly into Lucifer's eyes and said, "Yes. These two people are scum, and it is not a pity to die ten thousand times."

"If you were given a chance to kill these two scumbags without taking responsibility, would you do it?"

"Without hesitation!"

Lucifer patted him on the shoulder: "Good job!"

The young police detective was photographed waking up, dazed.

Lucifer comforted him kindly: "Don't worry, people always like to show their hearts to me."

Queenie turned to look at Lucifer.

She can do this kind of thing too.

Lucifer stood up: "Since you don't have any evidence, you certainly have no right to detain my client. It was a pleasure talking to you officers, but I think we should go."

**

That night, Queenie had a very strange dream.She never dreams, but this night she did.

In the dream, an old and gentle voice said to her: "You regret it."

Surrounded by white mist, Queenie could only hear voices, but could not see the speaker.

She replied: "Regret is an emotion that only human beings have." She has seen a lot in the hospital. Human beings often regret all kinds of things, no matter big or small, as long as they do not meet human expectations, they will have regrets in their hearts. Emotions.Queenie knew what regret meant, but she didn't know what it felt like.

The voice said, "All beings with sentient abilities regret it. Of course you do. You just haven't gotten used to it yet."

Queenie asked, "Why do I regret?" She didn't think there was anything to regret, and according to her observations of human beings, regret is the most useless emotion, which serves no purpose other than to increase people's depression.

The voice said, "I'd like to know too. Do you think you've done something wrong?"

Queenie didn't answer right away, nor did she ask herself what she did wrong.

She looked around in the whiteness and asked, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter. The important thing is that you should listen carefully to your inner voice."

Even in the dream, a strange dream, Queenie was still clear.She said: "The voice in my heart, whether I regret it, whether I think I did something wrong, these are my own business, and I have no obligation to tell you. Do you often break into other people's dreams so rudely?"

The voice seemed to laugh tolerantly, and said slowly: "How do you know this is your dream, not mine?"

Queenie wasn't so easy to fool, she said: "It's just as rude to bring someone into your dream without permission."

The voice laughed again, this time obviously laughing.This is the second time he laughed.Queenie really couldn't see what was funny in what she said.

"Most of the time it's people begging me to come into their dreams or point them in some other way."

Queenie said: "I'm not begging you. I never begged anyone."

The voice fell silent for a moment, then said, "You've been doing well, boy. Very well. But I want you to know that there is no shame in asking for help when you're stuck with something you can't solve, or when you're feeling lost." .No one can always know what to do, and no one can guarantee to always do the right thing." After a pause, the voice said, "Not even God. So, like everyone, you can ask me for help. Of course, I hope that never comes."

Queenie was not moved by these sincere words, she asked sincerely: "Since you said that no one can guarantee that you are always right, how do you know that when I ask you for help, the help you give must be right?" where?"

The voice seemed to be stunned, and there was no response for a long time.It was so long that Queenie thought he had left, and when this dream was about to end, that voice came through the white mist again.

"You're right, so sometimes I probably need help from others, unfortunately..." He paused for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Unfortunately, there seems to be no one in the world that I can ask for help..."

All around fell silent.This time, Queenie was sure, the voice left.

What a strange man, Queenie thought.He must have very few friends, otherwise he wouldn't break into other people's dreams in the middle of the night to chat with someone.

Not only strange, but also a rather arrogant and conceited weirdo.

There is no one in this world to whom he can pray for help.Doesn't it mean that he is the most powerful one, if it is a problem that he can't solve, no one else can solve it.

Queenie let out a small hum in her heart.

Perhaps the gene of arrogance is inherited, and Queenie's blood is still the superposition of double the arrogance factor of her parents.Although she doesn't usually show it, when she suddenly meets someone who is even more arrogant than her, she immediately has a little disapproval in her heart.

If this person hadn't "slipped" so fast, Queenie would have told him in the exact words that he could ask her for help if he had any difficulties. This would not be a shameful thing!

The author has something to say: The voice in the dream: Are you polite?I am your grandpa.

Queenie: Huh.

Don't worry if the father and daughter know each other, the next chapter will come soon~~

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