you are scary

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Bai Qianwan brought the tea set and invited the two to sit down.

Both the two criminal policemen and Bai Qianwan himself are familiar with this kind of questioning. Except for Song Nongmo who ran to No. 18 Zhengde Street twice in three days, this criminal policeman named Li Ke is not the first time. Get to this haunted house.

The haunted house can now be said to be a scene of Zhengde Street. After two bizarre deaths occurred in more than ten years, this mansion is naturally regarded as an ominous place, and the current owner Bai Qianwan who lives here is also regarded as a "strange People", in connection with his personality of not dealing with neighbors or outsiders, cast a misty sense of mystery on the haunted house at No. 18 Zhengde Street.

In fact, during Li Ke's short time with Bai Qianwan, he didn't feel anything strange.Bai Qianwan was still as weak and pale as before half a month ago, which complemented the mansion perfectly.It is true that some people are not afraid of things like ghosts and death, and what normal people avoid, may be their favorite things. As a psychic, Bai Qianwan may just belong to this kind of people.

Compared with half a month ago, No. 18 Zhengde Street has not changed much. The sofa is covered with a sofa cover, perhaps to cover up the traces of the deceased. In the living room, there is an extra bed, a chair, and a A naked blue-skinned ghost.The taste of the tea is also much better than before.

After taking a sip of the aroma of Tieguanyin, Li Ke put down his teacup, and Bai Qianwan had already asked: "The two police officers are here today to..."

"Bai Cheng."

The speaker was Song Nongmo, holding a teacup and holding a cigarette in the other hand.It is not inappropriate for Song Nongmo to ask such a question. According to his own statement, he met Bai Cheng himself when he was studying.

"My father?" Bai Qianwan seemed to have misunderstood Song Nongmo's meaning, his eyes widened, revealing the whites above his pupils, "Has he appeared?"

"No," Song Nongmo didn't intend to explain, he was always very cautious about the case, even to the victim, "Have you seen him recently?"

"Any new clues?" Bai Qianwan rested his knuckles on his chin, glanced upwards, obviously thinking, "Recently? Of course there are none."

When recalling the recent activities related to Bai Cheng, he couldn't help but think of the restaurant on Taiping Road.The smiling waiter who is keen to stare at the diners also said unintentionally or intentionally, "You look a lot like a regular customer." Besides Bai Cheng, who else in the world looks similar to Bai Qianwan?Although, this may also be an excuse for the waiter to strike up a conversation.

"Before he disappeared, do you remember any friends Bai Cheng had?"

"No." Bai Qianwan replied decisively, "In my impression, he only hangs out with his girlfriend, and I haven't even met his colleagues."

Song Nongmo asked again: "Are Bai Cheng not in touch with his girlfriend's family either?"

Bai Qianwan shook his head: "When they fell in love, her family was completely against it, so it can be said that they broke the relationship."

"Bai Cheng hasn't been in touch with you all these years?" Li Ke asked.

"No, I guess he doesn't know where I am either..." As he spoke, Bai Qianwan looked skeptical, "Not necessarily, it's actually quite easy to find me. I've been in touch with the agency, and I've been asking clients a little. You can find me with a little effort. I guess that's how Huang Zeruo found me."

When he mentioned Huang Zeruo, Song Nongmo frowned, glanced at the recorder on the table, and said, "According to Li Fuzhen's testimony, Huang Zeruo and Bai Cheng knew each other."

"Ah?" Bai Qianwan yelled in a surprised tone, "How did they know each other?"

Bai Qianwan sized up the two detectives, Song Nongmo and Li Ke both chose to remain silent, it seemed that they might not be clear either.But in this way, Bai Cheng is also related to the cannibal case...

"It's scary." Bai Qianwan leaned back on the chair in frustration, "My father is a complete weirdo. If you find him, you'd better keep an eye on him for a while."

Song Nongmo and Li Ke looked at each other in surprise.

"Why do you say that?" Song Nongmo asked.

"You should have gone to District D and asked the neighbors and the like." Bai Qianwan raised his face, palms folded behind his head, with a strange smile on his face, "They also think the same way, think that Bai Cheng He disappeared after killing his girlfriend... During that time, the police also came to question me, but I didn't have any evidence."

"You suspect that Bai Cheng killed his girlfriend?" Song Nongmo twirled his pen in his hand.

"Everyone says that, so I can't help but doubt it. His personality is very strange, and I don't understand why my aunt likes him." Bai Qianwan said a little bit of his own opinion, "But they don't quarrel, although they are a little poor, they live I can live on, I’m afraid everyone can’t figure out the motive. Auntie has a rented house outside, because I am at home, it may not be convenient, and my father often goes there, and sometimes they don’t come back for a few days. So I didn't realize it at first, but Auntie disappeared."

This matter has been suppressed in Bai Qianwan's mind for a long time, but because of Bai Cheng's long-term disappearance, he has almost forgotten the description of his aunt, and only remembers that she is a young girl.

"Why do you suspect him of murder?" Song Nongmo asked.

"Feeling," Bai Qianwan suddenly explained his thoughts in a mysterious tone, and his round eyes half-closed, "Officer Song can understand this 'feeling'."

Just like Song Nongmo suspected Bai Qianwan, he also suspected Bai Cheng without any evidence.

The routine questioning quickly ended in this inexplicably depressing atmosphere. Li Ke sorted out the recorder and put it neatly into the bag.He and Song Nongmo boarded the police car and returned to the police station.Along the way, Song Nongmo didn't say a word.

Li Ke could indeed understand the "feeling" that Bai Qianwan was talking about, it would be more accurate to say intuition.He originally wanted to make some irrelevant long-winded remarks on this word, but he felt the strange atmosphere between Song Nongmo and Bai Qianwan, so he dismissed the idea.

Li Ke committed an occupational disease.

There is a subtle unfamiliarity between these two people, which is in line with Song Nongmo's "used to be friends" and "high school classmates", but the two are in the same room, and when they talk to each other, they appear to be very familiar.

……

Inspired by Song Nongmo and Li Ke, Bai Qianwan has a new goal.

Bai Cheng, a mysterious figure who had disappeared from his field of vision for nearly ten years, he did not expect Bai Cheng to appear in front of him in such a way.What Song Nongmo and Li Ke said meant to remind Bai Qianwan to be careful and safe, but as soon as the two left, Bai Qianwan changed into clothes and followed closely behind. Of course, he and Song Nongmo were not on the same route. Li Ke drove back to the police station. He planned to check the situation on Taiping Road.

The former Taiping Road restaurant is still waiting for Bai Qianwan.When he pushed open the door, the wind chimes jingled again, and the waiter was still the same person from last time, smiling "Welcome" to him.

When I came this time, it might be because it was the meal time. There were several tables in the restaurant eating, and he was not the only customer.

Bai Qianwan sat down and looked at the restaurant carefully.Just like the impression this store gave him last time, it was just an ordinary restaurant.The diners here look no different from anyone else, there are young people, middle-aged men, and women with children.

There were about four waiters, two men and two women, all in black and white uniforms with aprons.

The waiter brought a plate of peony fish fillet and said to him while bending over: "Welcome to visit again."

This person really remembered him.

Bai Qianwan was not surprised either: "The guest you mentioned last time who looks very similar to me, does he still come here to eat?"

"Huh? No."

"When was the last time he was here?"

"I don't remember. This kind of thing...was about a week or two ago?"

"Does he come here often? I mean before."

"Basically, maybe working around here? Haven't seen him since last week."

"How old does he look?"

"Thirty to forty? What's the matter, do you know him?"

the waiter asked suspiciously.

It seems that it may really be Bai Cheng!

Bai Qianwan's heart tightened, and he said cautiously: "If he comes to this restaurant again, can you call me?" He hurriedly wrote down his mobile phone number on the note paper on the table.

The waiter accepted the post-it note, but showed an embarrassed expression: "Is this not good?"

"Are you worried about the fight? I have no such grudge with him. Don't worry."

The waiter had no choice but to nod, not looking very willing.

The meals he ordered came to the table one after another. After a while, for some unknown reason, another bowl of hawthorn and rose ice porridge was brought over.

Bai Qianwan said to the waiter: "I didn't order this, did you get it wrong?"

"This is what our boss promised to give you." The waiter smiled.

"Boss? Does this restaurant still have this kind of service?"

Every second-time customer gets a little extra giveaway?No wonder the waiter remembered him.

"That's not it," the waiter gave him an ambiguous wink, "probably because you are good-looking."

"Really? Thanks."

That being said, Bai Qianwan couldn't eat this bowl of hawthorn rose ice porridge at all.When paying the bill, he gave the waiter some extra tips, and did not forget to promise: "If he comes, don't forget, please."

Bai Qianwan let out a long sigh of relief in his heart, it was unexpected to find traces of the suspected Bai Cheng.

However, from now on, it is necessary for him to visit this restaurant more often.

When he left, Bai Qianwan pushed open the door, and the wind chimes tied to the door frame jingled.

"Bai Qianwan—"

At this time, a strange voice called his name from behind.

He was thinking about Bai Cheng, and was shocked for a moment.

It can't be Bai Cheng, right?

Behind him was a young man in a gray coat with delicate features.Bai Qianwan suddenly remembered who he was.

When Bai Qianwan was working as a waiter in the restaurant in District B, this customer would come here almost twice a week, so they got acquainted for a while, and even got in touch further.

"It is you."

Bai Qianwan didn't feel excited about meeting an old friend, but was surprised to see him here.

"It's been a long time since I saw you," Ruan Zhi said.

Bai Qianwan nodded, not intending to continue the greetings, Xiaokang Wang had already penetrated the door panel, half of his body was chasing butterflies outside.His eyebrows and eyes were really cold, which surprised Ruan Zhi, seeing that he had already walked out of the restaurant, Ruan Zhi hurried after him and grabbed his wrist.Bai Qianwan glanced at him in surprise: "What's the matter?"

Ruan Zhi was a little embarrassed, and let go of his hand: "I'm sorry. Can you leave me a phone number?"

Bai Qianwan thought to himself, he just left the number to the waiter in the restaurant, and he has to pass it to someone else again.

He was about to go back to the bus booth to take the car back to the haunted house—the bus booth was just across the road, and he stood at the intersection and was about to cross the sidewalk. When the lights came on, a familiar man suddenly came from a distance.

Song Nongmo.

Why is he here...

Bai Qianwan was full of doubts.Could it be that Song Nongmo also knew that Bai Cheng had appeared in this restaurant?

Ruan Zhi followed behind him and asked, "How about I take you home, where do you live now?"

Song Nongmo strode forward, he smiled at Ruan Zhi, looked at him calmly, but asked Bai Qianwan: "Your friend?"

How should I answer this...

Bai Qianwan's eyes focused on Song Nongmo's baggy neckline, and then put it aside: "I'll take the bus back."

Ever since he remembered what happened in the past, he felt that he was unfair to Song Nongmo. He left without saying goodbye. for bad.

Song Nongmo was his friend, it was true, but after nine years, they are not what they used to be.In addition to the nine years, there are suspicions and murders between them.

"what happened?"

Song Nongmo did not know when he followed.

Bai Qianwan really didn't want to hear his voice, but felt that it was about to rain in his chest.He walked faster and faster, and even broke into an unfinished building that he had never seen before, just like the abandoned building where he jumped to commit suicide before.The huge window had no frame, but a huge square opening in poured cement.

It was getting dark, night was falling, and there was the sound of wind and mist in the distance.

"Did you remember something?"

Song Nongmo lit a cigarette behind him, and the smell of tobacco permeated around him with the wind, enveloping him.

Bai Qianwan nodded: "Yes."

Song Nongmo must have noticed it when he was answering the question in the haunted house just now, but Bai Qianwan, who claimed that his memory was confused, remembered everything related to Bai Cheng clearly.

"Don't be overthinking it." Song Nongmo said, slowly approaching him.

This is not something that Song Nongmo has the final say on——

"Don't come here."

Inexplicably, Bai Qianwan felt angry with him, so he sat on the window frame, and under his legs was the bare concrete floor and messy lawn overlooking from the fifth floor.

Song Nongmo's footsteps faltered.

"You've seen that video, right?" he asked Song Nongmo.

For a long time, no one behind him made a sound.

He heard the slight sound of Song Nongmo's lighter falling to the ground, patter.

What are you shaking...

Bai Qianwan wanted to laugh a little.

"Have you seen it?" he asked again.

The boy seemed to have been fished out of the water, but in the midst of winter, he was panting heavily, his chest heaving against his clothes.His original pale and delicate face has become disfigured. The person who deliberately tortured him probably had an unbalanced and asymmetric aesthetic preference. His left eye was swollen high and could hardly be opened, while the right eye was intact. .The left cheek was unharmed, while the right had red palm prints and traces of being hit by fists, and the lips were bleeding and swollen.His eyebrows were pulled out for some reason, and there was only a little bit of hair left. They forcibly pulled out his hair, which was obviously not cut or shaved, because there was a lot of blood at the root of the hair.Someone laughed and said something like Sanmao Wanderings in the video.

Wang Ejie grabbed his head and forced him to face the camera.Bai Qianwan stared at him stubbornly with his intact right eye, and was soon slapped severely.

……

Song Nongmo returned to school that Friday and found that Bai Qianwan was not there.

When asked where Bai Qianwan had gone, many people avoided it.

"Hey, do you want to watch it? Come on, he's been crying, it's so cute when he's crying, why did you smash my phone—hey, what do you want?"

Song Nongmo saw the weird-faced boy in the video crying sadly.

This is Bai Qianwan...

He held the flowers in his hands carefully, and he was reluctant to share them with anyone. He wished that those who could hide them would be trampled in the mud overnight.

When we met again, Bai Qianwan had already returned to his original appearance, pale and thin, soft-spoken, polite and distant, no different from when they first met, after the youthfulness of his youth faded away, there were many things on him. A strong sense of indifference.

Song Nongmo hated those people for taking him away.

Bai Qianwan looked into the distance, the wind was strong, and fine grains of sand crashed into his eye sockets. In city B, apart from tall buildings, there are still tall buildings, and there are only people among the tall buildings. For him, there is really nothing worth nostalgic about.

"I heard that you were fired later, why didn't you tell me about it?"

When he talked about these old things, his tone seemed to be indifferent.

Song Nongmo's nerves were tense, he didn't care about any other explanations, and quickly stepped forward to hug him - outside the window was the dangerous mid-air of the fifth floor, which was similar to the building that Bai Qianwan had jumped over before.Every time this man commits suicide, he chooses sparsely populated places like a dying cat, unfinished buildings, remote towns, and the haunted house where he lives alone...

"Don't be afraid, that kind of thing won't happen again," Song Nongmo hugged him tightly, he took a deep breath, trying to calm down his voice, "Really, can you be obedient?"

Are you scared?Bai Qianwan himself couldn't tell.

His fear comes from another kind of desire in his body——his repressed primitive instinct inherited from Bai Cheng.

"I didn't leave school because I was afraid of them..."

It's going to rain.The wind blowing in front of them carried wet water vapor, and the hem of their clothes was blown by the wind.Song Nongmo's arms hugged him tightly, and Bai Qianwan's bones were about to be strangled to pieces.

"I know."

Strangely, when he frowned and was about to complain about Song Nongmo letting go, Song Nongmo responded like this.

"You didn't leave there because you were afraid of bullying."

His confession also got Song Nongmo's true heart.