i think my neighbor is gay

The three of us were driven out, and the police officers quickly cordoned off the scene. We sat on the bench just now, and even Lily, who was the most excited just now, was completely lost and sat with her head down. on the chair.

Laura's eyes were tightly closed and her mouth was pursed tightly, looking as if she was frightened.

It was dark here just now, but now it is very brightly illuminated by the lights of the police cars. I watched the police officers enter

Going out, cheered up and showed a smile to the two of them: "Hey, don't be like this, we still have to catch the bus."

They both ignored me.

I am also very confused now, but rather than sitting here and quietly recalling the scene just now, I am more inclined to find something to do and forget the scene just now.

I patted Laura on the shoulder: "Go back."

Now Laura opened her eyes, looked at me for a while, patted her cheeks, forced a smile, and nodded: "Let's go."

Lily didn't move, she sat on the bench and looked up at us: "You go, I...I want to sit for a while."

Her face was ugly. Obviously, the scene just now had a great impact on her. I can understand it, but I don't think I should be immersed in that kind of fear.

But I couldn't say any words of consolation. Fortunately, a police officer came over soon: "You can't stay at the scene. You are witnesses. Please go back to the police station with me to make a statement."

Laura and I glanced at each other and nodded. Lily patted her cheeks and looked a little more energetic. She stood up from the bench and followed the policeman into the police car.

Laura and I took off Lily's blood-stained bag and put them together with our things, then took the big bags and small bags to the police car.

To be honest, even if I throw away the bag, I don't think I, Laura, or Lily will use the things I bought today, because once I use them, I may think of this terrible night today.

This is the first time for me to come to the police station at one o'clock in the morning. The lights in the police station are all on, but there are not many people. Even if you add those who went to the scene, it seems that it is still much less than the last time I saw it. , maybe because it's too late now.

Several police officers came up to greet us, separated the three of us and took us to different corners of the police station. I took a deep breath, and my sense of fear was much weaker than before, but I still couldn't help but think of the terrible scene just now. picture.

The police officer who gave me a statement was not young. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and turned his head to look at me: "Tell me about the specific situation."

I closed my eyes, and the shriveled skin that was drained of blood seemed to flash before my eyes again. I took a few deep breaths and spoke after a while: "We just wanted to sit..."

I have recounted everything that happened tonight. Although we are the first eyewitnesses, we don't actually know much.

I guess what Lily and Laura said is similar to what I said. After the police officer recorded the exchange with the other two people, he let us go back.

Laura seemed to have regained her strength, and now she smiled at me, and Lily's face was much prettier than before, she stared at me for a while, then suddenly turned her head with a bit of disgust: "Aren't you Are you going to be scared to death?"

I think my complexion should be very bad, otherwise Lily would not have shown such obvious concern for me, but in fact, the fear just now has almost disappeared, but now I can see that when I close my eyes. shriveled corpse.

"Go back to bed at night and get a good night's sleep. You'll be fine tomorrow." Laura looked at me worriedly, and I smiled at her: "I'm fine."

I don't know if it's because my smile is a bit creepy now, I saw the expression on Laura's face became more worried, so I put away my smile and walked out of the police station first.

Laura and Lily soon followed, one on the left and the other on the right, and sent me back all the way, while Lily scolded me with distaste: "I'm really afraid that you will be so scared that you won't even be able to walk. On the ground, I will show kindness and send you back."

I understand that she cares about me, but she just doesn't want to express it well. I think the three of us have received a lot of stimulation tonight, and I am not more serious than them.

The sequelae of tonight didn’t show up until the middle of the night. When I closed my eyes on the bed after washing, I could not sleep at all. After rolling on the bed for more than an hour, I simply got up and went to the kitchen. I went to chop the radishes with my bare hands.

Cutting radishes with bare hands is one of my repertoires. I like to add white radishes to the soup, so when I am in a bad mood or have any troubles, I go back to the kitchen and cut the radishes, then put the radishes in the refrigerator and put them in the soup the next day inside.

Usually this skill is quite useful. After all, I need to concentrate when using the skill, so I often feel calm when cutting, but today is different. When I cut, my mind is empty, and once I stop the action in hand, I still can't help but think of that image.

The two big white radishes in the kitchen were almost chopped up by me, enough for me to eat for a week.

I looked at the daikon on the cutting board and distracted, a little frustrated.

It's already past four o'clock in the middle of the night, and it will be dawn if I don't sleep, but my eyelids are heavy now, but I can't sleep at all.

The sound of the elevator came from the corridor. I live on a high floor, so I can hardly hear the sound of vehicles on the road, but I can hear the sound in the corridor quite clearly.

I thought about it, washed my hands, opened the door and stuck my head out. The sensor light in the corridor was on, and Reid next door was standing at the door of his house, yawning and pressing the password. Maybe he heard the sound of me opening the door. He slowly turned his head to look at me, quickly frowned and loosened his brows, and smiled at me with his lips pursed: "Are you still asleep?"

Probably because he was very tired. Now his voice is a little different from his usual soft voice, but with a slight hoarseness, which makes people feel that he is very tired. I can't bear it. I want to I'm going to shrink back, but thinking about him being sleepy, I'm sleepy too!But he can fall asleep, but I can't!

After thinking about it, I didn't shrink back anymore, and asked him with eyes sore and aching: "Great FBI, how did you feel when you first saw a dead body?"

He frowned and looked at me sideways. The combination lock on his door made two beeps representing wrong password because he hadn’t continued to enter it for a long time, and the red light in the upper left corner flashed.

He lifted his head up slightly, pursed his lips tightly, and deeply frowned. He looked at me intently for a while, and I was almost ashamed before he spoke: "What case did you encounter?" ?”

He spoke faster than before, and his voice was still a little hoarse, but he sounded less tired than before, as if he would wake up when the case was mentioned.

After thinking about it, I simply opened the door and invited him in. It was the first time that he came to my house when he was not at mealtime after we had known each other for several months. That's right, but I invited him in, and he had to finish talking on his knees before letting him go.

I sat on the sofa next to him and repeated what I said at the police station before. He listened very carefully, frowning from time to time as I narrated, showing a thoughtful look. I paid attention to him as I spoke. The deeply furrowed brows came up, and he wanted to reach out his hand to feel what it felt like. His frown was much deeper than that of ordinary people, but when he didn't frown normally, there was no Sichuan character on his forehead.

It looks a little weird.

"Mummy..." He repeated the word with a frown, and after a while he uttered another word, "Cross..."

I scratched my cheek, thinking that I was really useless, but my goal was not to be a policeman or something high-level, so even so I didn't feel inferior at all.

He talked to himself for a while, I didn't understand what he was thinking, looked at him very curiously, he stood up and explained to me quickly: "From your description, the murderer is probably not the first It’s the second time to commit a crime, and the choice of time and place is very methodical..."

I... have I met a serial killer again?