I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"Red, you're back." While sorting out the files on the desktop, Al tilted his head to look at Rhett, his eyes wandered over his face, as if he was looking for something.

"How was last night?" Morgan slumped on the table with a bag of instant coffee in front of him.

"Uh... the dinner is good, but the alcohol content is too high. Qiu Chengke only has baijiu at home, and he can drink too much." Reid frowned and said, "I still don't like the feeling of drinking to pieces."

Rhett's behavior was too normal, Al and Morgan looked at each other, Al tentatively asked Rhett, "He didn't do anything special?"

"What move?" Rhett asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." Al said helplessly, "Shooting test, remember?"

Resisting expression appeared on Rhett's face, he muttered a few words in a low voice, and walked away quickly.

After confirming that Rhett was far away, Al turned around and said to Morgan, "I thought Qiu Chengke hadn't confessed to Rhett because he was concerned about chess, but now that chess is over, how long does he plan to delay? The youngest in the world? Obviously both of them are almost 30 years old."

"No one said Qiu Chengke liked Reid, I just said you misread Al, anyway, I won the bet!" Morgan grabbed the coffee on the table and waved at Al, "Didley, I have Haven't had a drink for a while."

"Even the people in Baiqi tacitly agree that Qiu Chengke likes Red, so you can't tell? Well, Morgan, even if Red is with Qiu Chengke, he is still our little doctor." Al folded his arms and said, just in time for Garcia Passing by to pick up coffee, she said without looking back, "Garcia! Who does Rhett like?"

"Qiu Chengke." Garcia held the coffee cup and felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. She whispered, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Morgan shrugged and did not continue this topic. He browsed the webpage and watched the latest news. The twisted man has never appeared since that night, and it has completely become an urban legend, even though the witness has been The man who insists on twisting does exist, and not many people believe his words.

"Why are you still watching this?" Al asked casually, "The twisted man is just like the funny man. He is probably just a mental patient who ran out of the house. There are too many urban legends of this kind. There will be one or two from time to time.”

"A crooked man who walked a crooked path. I had this nursery rhyme when I was a child, as well as the Slender Ghost, the Goatman, and the Bunnyman Killer." Morgan nodded in agreement, and he mused, "First of all, the so-called witness man, the information he provided is full of loopholes."

"He's a strong, grown man, how could he outrun a man dragging a suitcase with his neck on his side, and he said that the suitcase contained a dead body?" Al recalled. , and then limp."

Al imitated that action, stood up and said helplessly, "I can't run with this action at all. If he is not mentally ill, then what is the point of him running out in the middle of the night to scare passers-by? If he really Put the body in a suitcase, how could he run so fast with a woman in a twisted posture, and the patrolman didn't see anyone else, it's like a illogical ghost story, just to scare and exist.”

Morgan narrowed his eyes and looked at Al, and suddenly said, "There may not be a corpse in the box. Judging from the description, the man should be an adult male with sound limbs. If the human bones are removed, only the minced meat will be left." Or if the body is incomplete, it is possible to run away."

As he spoke, his expression turned cold, and he stood up.Stepping closer to Al, he said in a low voice, "Did you see my dead body..."

Al sighed, not wanting to mess around with Morgan.

"Has anyone reported to the police recently?" Al asked.

"No, it's been very peaceful recently." Morgan turned his pen, "Dr. Letterman has been receiving orders for corruption and derailment recently. It's not bad if it is so peaceful. There are no deaths and no homicides."

Al nodded, she was silent for a while, and then said, "Old Martin's grandson, do you still remember that boy who came out of an unnamed town, he committed suicide, his body left the town, but his soul was burned by the fire .”

"I'm sorry." Morgan put away his smile and said softly

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Qiu Chengke pinched the slightly longer black hair, compared it with his own hair, and made sure that it was human hair, not anything else.

With his dagger he cut a small piece of flesh with skin on it, and wrapped it and the hair in a handkerchief and put them away.

Qiu Chengke moved the cabinet back to its original position, while Little Jim's mother's cell phone was turned off all the time.

Qiu Chengke had a bad feeling in his heart. He looked at Little Jim who was still looking up at him, leaned down and asked softly, "Little Jim, do you still remember when Mom left?"

Little Jim blinked, and he pulled Qiu Chengke back to the bedroom, pointing to the Spider-Man calendar hanging on the wall, "I drew a cross on it, and my mother said that after drawing a cross, all the troubles of the day can be chased away." run."

Little Jim spoke decently, and the more Qiu Chengke looked at it, the more he felt that things were not as simple as he looked.

Little Jim drew a crying face on the 14th of Sunday, which means that his mother left to go to his grandmother's house. However, today is the 22nd, and for nine days, Little Jim's mother did not come home.

Little Jim is only a little over three years old. Qiu Chengke can tell that his mother must love him very much. The room is decorated very warmly. Even the knitted hat worn by Little Jim's Spiderman doll is embroidered with, "Mom's favorite little Jim . '

Little Jim's mother must have had an accident, seriously injured and hospitalized, illegally imprisoned/imprisoned, or...accidentally killed.

There was the sound of a car outside, and Qiu Chengke knew that Little Jim's father was back. He pressed Little Jim's shoulder and asked quickly, "Does your father always go out or call recently?"

"No." Little Jim said seriously, "Dad is the same as before, except that he was chopping things in the kitchen last night, and I couldn't sleep because of the noise!"

Qiu Chengke nodded, "Don't tell your father that I've been here. When your father is not at home, you put the doll on the window, and I will come to you when I see it."

After finishing speaking, Qiu Chengke jumped out through the window. Little Jim hurriedly moved a small chair and stepped on it to look down. Qiu Chengke who just jumped out was gone.

Little Jim hugged his Spider-Man doll, moved the small bench aside, and looked down on the stairs, "Daddy?"

The man was panting heavily, with an inexplicable look on his face. When he heard Little Jim's voice, the man raised his head with a gentle smile on his face. He went upstairs and hugged Little Jim in his arms, kissing his forehead intimately.

"I'm back, is Jim obedient?"

"Jim is very obedient! He didn't open the door to strangers!"

"So good." The man pinched Little Jim's face, he closed his eyes, hugged Little Jim, took a deep breath, and didn't say another word.

………………

Red took his shooting report card and stuffed it in his bag, not wanting to look at it again.

"I want to do it again." Reid looked at the staff on the side and said seriously, "I hit the red heart next door, and I apply to change that target."

"Uh... you mean to say that you and your target have nothing to do with each other, and the one next door is true love?" The recorder pushed his glasses, took a step back and said, "You can try it if you want, although you can't enter the score, but No matter how you say it, you can prove that you are not a…”

The staff member paused, coughed lightly and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Reid took a deep breath and picked up the gun. Before he could shoot, the mobile phone on the case turned on. It was a call from Qiu Chengke.

"Qiu Chengke?" Reid put the gun aside.

"Red, how can you tell whether a piece of meat is human or animal?" When Qiu Chengke found his car in a parking lot not far away, several fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys were spray-painting and drawing graffiti on his car.

Just as Qiu Chengke wanted to drive them away, he swallowed the words. He showed a naughty smile, his chest in his mouth, and walked over with his back slightly twitching, "Hi! Dude, your drawing is really cool."

Reid was stunned when he heard Qiu Chengke's weird accent. He didn't speak, waiting to see Qiu Chengke's performance.

"Hi, friend." The lead boy shook the bottle. "What are you doing?"

"I'm a streamer." Qiu Chengke blinked, "That's the kind...you know, prank host, you should be able to see my videos on the website."

"I like pranks, the scarier the better." The boy extended his hand as a friendly gesture to Qiu Chengke. "I think you are very good. Although I don't like Asians, I don't discriminate."

"I heard that a woman has disappeared here recently." Qiu Chengke smiled, and he whispered, "Do you still remember the twisted man before? I want to try it. Can you tell me the situation around here? I plan to do it well." Fully prepared."

With that said, he took some money and handed it over.

The boy looked Qiu Chengke up and down, as if he was sure that the problem would not affect him, then he accepted the money and replied, "This street is too far away for two hours to see a team of patrolmen. Broken leg, there is only one old guard in the community watching, it will be convenient for you to play a prank, but you'd better report it to the police station, the police are sometimes unreasonable."

"I will pay attention, thank you." Qiu Chengke asked thoughtfully, "Has anything strange happened recently?"

The boy straightened up, squinting his eyes and looking at Qiu Chengke, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"I want to create momentum." Qiu Chengke blinked, and said as a matter of course, "I came here because I heard that there was a missing woman nearby. Horror pranks also need a stage."

"Well, it's up to you." The boy shrugged indifferently. "Have any of you found anything that can be used to create momentum? Something weird and scary." He turned his head and asked his followers.

One of the short boys stood up, and he said in retrospect, "I remember it was almost last Thursday, I took the tools to draw someone's garage, I hate rich people, so I drew a lot of swear words, and then I just saw a car over there going out in the middle of the night."

The lead boy frowned and said, "You find this scary?"

"The point is the owner of the car." The boy said with gestures, "I recognize that car. It's Jim's car. His wife is away on a long journey. Isn't it strange that he threw his three-year-old son out of the house in the middle of the night?"

The leading boy nodded and said to Qiu Chengke, "You can arrange it. If you give enough money, we can help you create some special effects. There is nothing here that we don't know."

Qiu Chengke declined the boy's kindness. After the boys walked away, he took the phone out of his pocket. There was still a call on it. Reid listened carefully to the whole process as he thought.

"Qiu Chengke." Reid didn't ask until he couldn't hear the voices of those boys, "Is there a murder case?"

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