What does dead... mean?
Bai Su knew very little about human death. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the drowned human corpse in the bathtub was swollen and swollen.
The rotting corpse was filled with an unpleasant smell and tasted bad. Bai Su had no choice but to swallow the human.
Unpalatable, these words instantly appeared in Bai Su's mind.
He then captured what police said was the time.
"He... died a week ago?" Bai Su was dumbfounded, "But he still sent me messages yesterday..."
The confusion on Bai Su's face didn't look like he was faking it. Officer Gu across from him confirmed it again and again before looking away.
At the same time, the short-haired police officer who had been wandering around as soon as he entered the house and even took a look at Bai Su's bedroom stood still behind Bai Su.
He took out the machine he carried with him, adjusted something and then pointed it at Bai Su.
After a few seconds, he raised his hand and showed Officer Gu that the number on the instrument dial was zero.
In other words, he didn't detect anything, so he could relax for the time being.
Bai Su could clearly feel what the police officer on the opposite side saw from behind him. After that, the other party's expression softened and his tone became lighter: "We have just received news about this situation. It is very likely that someone has stolen his account." .”
Bai Su nodded in agreement: "Is that so? It's account theft...?"
Wait, account hijack?
These four big characters suddenly hit Bai Su's forehead, and he, who was extremely sensitive to money, thought of something.
He quickly searched through the memory in his mind, and in the description of the live broadcast, he came to a conclusion.
The high reward promised by the viewer with the garbled ID will be disbursed, and the gift money already received may have to be deducted by the platform.
Thinking of this, Bai Su frowned.
The meal plan he had planned for the second half of the month was also canceled.
Money, his money!
Damn account-stealing bastards.
Officer Gu, who was sitting across from him, saw that Bai Su looked wrong, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Did you remember something?"
Bai Su's face dropped: "His reward money is gone."
As soon as he said this, the short-haired police officer behind the sofa twitched his mouth and showed a speechless expression. How long has it been since he was still thinking about money?
If the detector hadn't responded, he would have suspected that the anchor was possessed by a ghost.
Now he seems to be overly obsessed with money, doesn't care much about the life and death of strangers, and is a bit indifferent.
"Is that audience familiar with you?"
"We're not very familiar. We've chatted a few times before."
To be precise, I talked to the original human.
"before?"
"When he was still broadcasting supernatural games, he would give some live feedback at that time."
"Why did you change the theme of the live broadcast?"
"Do we need to ask questions about this?" Bai Su glanced at the policeman, "I just suddenly discovered that I also have the talent of mukbang, and it is much safer than playing supernatural games."
The first few sentences were all spoken from human memory. After listening to this, Officer Gu scribbled there, not knowing what important points were worth recording in these contents.
As he asked, Officer Gu watched Bai Su pause and pointed to the side of his face: "Did the injury on your face get scratched by the glass?"
Face? When Bai Su heard this, he raised his hand and touched his cheek.
He touched a shallow cut caused by a tile chip.
It has healed a lot compared to when it was first cut, and there is no bleeding.
Bai Su responded, confirming what the other party said.
Officer Gu twirled his pen and jotted down something casually, "Do you eat sweets when you are nervous?"
"Huh?" Bai Su licked the corners of his lips and licked some crumbs, "Yes, I'm used to eating something sweet."
Officer Gu looked around at the snack baskets that could be seen everywhere in the house and couldn't comment.
While the two were talking, the two police officers who went to the bathroom to check came back. As soon as they returned to the living room, they shook their heads at Officer Gu and asked Bai Su a question.
"There are a few pieces missing from the bathroom mirror. Mr. Bai, have you cleaned it?"
Mirror fragments? Oh, he ate a lot.
Bai Su's eyes flickered. He definitely couldn't tell the truth to humans. There was no such thing as glass in the human diet.
It can't be said that they were cleaned. There were no mirror remnants in the trash cans around the room... except for the bits of debris on the table and what he had just licked into his mouth.
Bai Su lowered his eyes and looked at the light-colored debris on the surface of the coffee table. When the wind outside the door blew, it scattered in the air.
It's better to play dumb.
So, Bai Su simply replied: "I didn't clean it. After the mirror exploded, I sat in the living room and didn't notice that the water pipe broke down."
He pretended to be stupid and the police didn't ask any questions.
The two police officers looked at each other and finally asked about the use of the bathroom: "The bathtub in the bathroom is a little dusty. Does Mr. Bai not use it?"
Bai Su replied: "I choked on the water while taking a shower before, which caused me a bit of psychological distress. I haven't used it for a while."
The two police officers nodded to their captain. Officer Gu stood up and thanked Bai Su for cooperating with the police's questioning.
"It's okay, it should be."
Bai Su also stood up and sent the police to the door.
He thought for a moment and then added: "I also feel very sorry about that audience."
The serious-looking police officer nodded and said nothing more.
The group of people gradually walked out, and the police officer who stayed at the end slowed down for a few beats. When the others walked away, he took out a note from his pocket.
There was a series of numbers written on the note, and the short-haired police officer said: "Well, this is the repairman we often cooperate with in the bureau. Your bathroom is so broken, I will help him to do business."
"Don't let my captain know, this is against the rules!"
As he said that, the short-haired policeman stuffed the note and ran downstairs.
Bai Su held the note and didn't know what to do, so he could only put it in his pocket first.
After the door was closed, he went to the bedroom and happened to see the police officers getting into their police cars by the window.
Bai Su breathed a sigh of relief when the police car drove far away and disappeared at the end of the street with nothing in sight.
You should have passed the test, right? He patted his chest.
Today is also a day to try to pretend to be human.
…
The team from the special department came in the dark and left in the dark.
After the car started, the police officer in the back seat who looked a little careless poked the passenger seat and asked: "Captain, that guy named Bai Su is really suspicious, why don't you take him back to the police station? "
Officer Gu, the co-pilot, sat there with his arms folded without even raising his eyelids: "Take him back, for what reason?"
"That's it..." The words got stuck at the beginning. The police officer thought for a while, "Use the reason related to the death of the audience in the live broadcast room?"
"First of all, the instrument did not detect any yin energy belonging to ghosts on Bai Su."
"Secondly, Arnold's lie detection talent has not been triggered."
Another young man wearing glasses raised an eyebrow at his colleague, causing the carefree young man with an inch-headed grin to grin.
"Furthermore, haven't you written enough self-criticisms before? If you rashly bring someone back to the bureau without being sure that the other party knows about supernatural beings... I don't want to give you any more guarantees."
After a few words, the short-haired policeman in the back silenced himself and leaned back blearily.
"Yes, yes, you cannot take the initiative to mention supernatural phenomena to the public unless they speak first."
"But Bloody Mary really appeared. Captain, weren't you sure when you watched the replay? How could this guy named Bai Su not see it..."
The short-haired police officer was puzzled.
Now it can only be understood that Bai Su did not think he had seen anything supernatural. After being overly frightened, his brain made cognitive modifications to protect itself.
They have also been involved in such situations in the past.
"By the way, captain, there are new discoveries in the bathroom. In addition to Bloody Mary, there should be other supernatural beings that have appeared. The combination of the two may have saved Mr. Bai's life." The police officer wearing glasses raised his hand and added.
"Eh? You told me earlier. I'm still thinking about how that kid escaped Bloody Mary. I guess it couldn't be because of his face, right? If he could have relied on his face, the little star wouldn't have died so miserably last month—"
"Xia Chengyin."
"arrive!"
Under the sharp gaze of his captain, the short-haired policeman finally shut his mouth and stopped talking nonsense.
Seeing that his subordinates had calmed down, Captain Gu said: "That Mr. Baisu has some secrets. Go back and write a report about Bloody Mary giving up the attack and leaving his house. Register his name with the bureau."
"Call Lao Zhang again to make preparations. If Mr. Bai calls him, bring some props with you."
After pausing for a moment and thinking about Bai Su's views on money, Captain Gu added: "Tell Lao Zhang that this time the target loves money more and ask him to lower his price."
"Remember to reimburse the money you pay."
