Compared to the days I spent in the hospital, in the familiar place of the dormitory, I didn't sleep as soundly as I did in the hospital that night. It would be better to say that I never fell asleep at all.
When I finally fell asleep, I was woken up by Kong Dingzhou's alarm just as I closed my eyes. This kid has been getting up at 6 o'clock in the morning to go for a run every day for three years, returning to the dormitory around 7 o'clock, and going out to class with us at 7:30. I have never seen him disrupt this rhythm on a single day.
Seeing that he came back sweating all over, he took a towel and was about to go into the bathroom to take a shower, but before entering the door, he suddenly glanced at my bed. He might not know that I was awake. In the gray field of vision, I suddenly felt that his gaze was a bit cold.
Maybe it's because of the weather.
Pulling the quilt, he had no intention of getting up and going to class. Let Luo Sicheng cover him then.
Strangely enough, after returning from Kong Dingzhou, I turned over and fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, it was already after 11 o'clock. Those guys probably saw that I was sleeping so hard that no one woke me up.
That's fine, let's take a look at the Mysterious Scroll now.
After washing my face with cold water, I felt a lot more energetic, so I took a glass of water and put it on the table, and slowly figured out the hidden words in the book according to the previous method.
In the first five pages of the book, nearly two thousand words were written in an upright and simple script, explaining the origin and value of the book. The words fully showed the admiration for the book, but did not mention a word about the author. Fortunately, my brother didn't spend time in the library. Reading this classical Chinese article is relatively smooth, and I won't get stuck in the words and sentences that are like "introduction".
Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, I read several pages in a row. The main text of the book talked about things that made me more and more frightened as I read.
Many spells such as hanging the soul, restraining the soul, controlling the soul, falling the soul, locking the soul, reviving the soul, etc. are equipped with certain text explanations and corresponding spells. Some of the spells are awkward and difficult to understand, and some of the symbols are also drawn in strange ways. At my current level, I have no idea what they mean, let alone a partial understanding of them.
After watching it for more than an hour, I just felt dizzy. Although these things seem very confusing, fortunately, my memory is good. The "three, six or nine" spells I have seen, except for the graphics of the talisman, can not be remembered completely at once. Those spells with unfamiliar vocabulary can be understood by me. I wrote down a lot.
I picked up the phone and looked at it. I don't know when there were 5 missed calls recorded. They were all calls from that guy Tai Qing. Am I so immersed in reading?
I unlocked it and quickly called back. "Did you sleep to death? You didn't answer a single call! Something happened. Huang Benyu died. His body was found sunk in the Swan Lake and was just fished out."
As soon as I heard this, my head suddenly exploded. Who is Huang Benyu? He is Lao Huang’s son!
"How did he die? Have the police come? Have you been to the scene?" I shouted several questions in a row, and the other person on the phone sounded anxious. "After the police pulled the body out, they conducted a preliminary inspection and said they did not find any wounds on his body. After taking pictures, they took the body away and said they would take it back for the forensic doctor to determine the time and cause of death."
I asked him if there was anything suspicious about calling me so many times. Tai Qing said that everyone present felt that the death of this person was too strange. The whole face of the corpse was covered with diluted black ink. The black color is obviously not a simple accidental death. But at that time, it was difficult for anyone to openly say that there was a problem. After all, not even the police comrades expressed their opinions.
And because he heard me talk about the strange situation at the place where Lao Huang fell to his death, he couldn't help but connect the "blackness" of the two places together. He guessed that there might be some connection between the two incidents, and then he thought of giving me Call up.
I thought to myself that this Huang Benyu was a teacher at the school, and there was nothing wrong with his conduct. It was impossible that he was poisoned and killed and his body was thrown into the Swan Lake, right? But since they had already killed people, why would they dump their bodies in such a place where they could easily be discovered? Moreover, Huang Zichang died just a few days ago, and now his son has died again. Killing me first and then his son makes it easy for people to think about vendetta.
But I know the cause of Lao Huang's death very well. It was Fu Mingkui's method of killing people and seizing the book. But Huang Benyu was obviously an outsider in this matter. I guess Lao Huang didn't even tell his son about the existence of this book, let alone I won't tell him anything specific.
When Tai Qing saw that there was no voice from me, he hung up the phone.
I put away the mysterious scroll and just put on my coat and was about to go out. The screen of my mobile phone suddenly lit up. I asked why I couldn't receive the call. I guess it was because the silent mode was set. When I answered the call, I heard a familiar voice. the sound of.
"General Zhao Fei, please come to the police station immediately."
I was stunned. I was going out, but I wasn't going to the police station either. Besides, although I have memorized Liao Datong’s phone number, I haven’t dialed it yet. How did he know my current number?
Although he had many doubts in his heart, he still told him that he would be there soon. After he got my reply, he immediately hung up the phone, feeling as if any more words from me would shorten his life.
I threw the mysterious scroll on the bed and covered it with a quilt, and then hurriedly left the dormitory building.
Huang Benyu called me to the police station as soon as he died. Could it be that he suspected that I was related to this case? On the way, I sorted out my thoughts a little and realized that it was really possible!
You think, Lao Huang's dead buddy became the number one suspect. Although there was no solid evidence, and the mysterious disappearance of Fu Mingkui, the suspicion of the case turned to that beast. But I always feel that Liao Datong has been staring at me. Privately, this guy probably regards his buddy as a criminal suspect. Whatever happens, he will contact me as soon as possible...
Our school is only a fifteen-minute drive from the city police station, but I had no money to take a taxi, so I borrowed Hu Shaoqing's small electric car to get to the city police station quickly. I had just locked the car when I happened to bump into a few police comrades coming out of the gate of the city bureau office building. Among them was our old principal. However, such a big thing happened to the school. Since he is the principal, It is reasonable to be called to cooperate with the case.
He saw me from a distance and seemed to want to say something to me. He opened his mouth but said nothing. He just sighed and shook his head.
After the police comrades escorted him out, they also noticed me with his eyes, and then invited me in as a routine matter. I thought to myself, in just a few days, all these people knew about my brother?
After entering, I walked a short distance through the hall, and I arrived with them at the door of a room, the inquiry room.
A young-looking policeman knocked on the door and said that General Zhao Fei was coming. The people inside seemed to have been waiting for a long time and said, "Please come in." After that, the policeman who knocked on the door opened the door. The door nodded politely to me.
"General Zhao Fei, why are you everywhere? It's really confusing our heads. Sit down."
I was confused by what he said, and Liao Datong seemed to have a kind attitude today, which was very different from his usual stiff-faced style. After he motioned for me to sit down, I pulled away the hand that the principal had just sat on. The warm chair sat down without any ceremony.
At this time, another policeman sitting next to him smiled, nodded to me and said: "Hello, classmate Zhao Feijiang, my surname is Wu. How are you? Is your injury better? I have nothing else to do with you today. The thing is, I’m asking you to record a confession, so don’t be nervous, just say whatever you want.”
"Oh, it's nothing serious. Young people are in good health and will recover in a while. By the way, a confession? What confession do you want me to record?"
The policeman who claimed to be Wu glanced at his colleague Liao Datong and saw that the latter had no intention of speaking, so he continued to speak.
"It's like this. A man named Huang Benyu was found dead in the Swan Lake of your school this morning. This man is Huang Zichang's son and a teacher at your school."
He paused, stared at me for a while, and then continued: "Just now, your principal, as the person in charge of the school, also came here to take a statement. Including the witness who found the deceased in the morning, you are the third Three people came here to take statements because of this case.”
I frowned and asked him if he wanted me to take a confession about the murder. He smiled and seemed to be observing the changes in my expression. I know these interrogation routines very well, but if I don't do anything wrong, I won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on my door. I don't believe that you will frame me for no reason?
"I said, you don't need to be nervous, just say whatever we have to say. Are you familiar with Huang Benyu? Do you have any interactions with each other? What do you think of Huang Benyu?"
Thinking of their long-standing spirit of serving the people, I also adhered to the concept of cooperation between the police and the people. Even though I was very unhappy, I answered all questions.
Liao Datong looked like he was writing something on the side, and glanced at me from time to time. Maybe he felt that Officer Wu's question was not in-depth enough. He waved his hand and interrupted the former's conversation, and asked me: "General Zhao Fei, the forensic doctor initially identified the body of the deceased." There were no fatal wounds, but there were symptoms of poisoning on his face. In other words, the way the deceased was killed does not rule out poisoning and drowning. The specific cause of death needs to wait for the autopsy report to be determined. The reason why we are looking for him today. You came because we found a student’s meal card among the deceased’s belongings, and after investigation, we found that the holder of this card is you.”
As soon as I heard it, I understood that this was through some "clues" that made my buddy a suspect.
That's right, my meal card disappeared, but this card appeared on the body of Huang Benyu, who was probably murdered. And Huang Benyu was the son of Huang Zichang who fell to death. Brother, I was in that falling incident again. The only survivor. All kinds of doubts seemed to have gathered on me at once. It was no wonder that they doubted me.
"Officer Liao, let's not say that I haven't personally confirmed whether the meal card is mine. Considering that you haven't figured out the cause of death of the deceased, your style of doing things is really unique. What if I really It's the murderer you speculated in your mind. When there is no evidence to prove that I am the murderer, aren't you afraid of alerting the enemy by doing this? Besides, Teacher Huang is not a teacher in our department. He usually works with engineers like us. How can students from the department interact with each other? The school is such a big one, so maybe he picked up that meal card somewhere. If you were me, please give me a reason to kill him."
What I said was neither humble nor arrogant. I believe in the law, justice, and even more so, the human heart.
Liao Datong was speechless for a moment by my words. Officer Wu on the side said apologetically: "No, no, I'm sorry, classmate Zhao, we didn't mean that. The dead are the most important, and all our actions are for Find out the truth. Some of the words may sound uncomfortable to you, but please understand that this is required by our duty. We cannot let go of any clues that are helpful in solving the case. You probably don’t want to see a good person take the blame. , the result of the bad guys getting away with it. Well, thank you for cooperating with us today. I hope that if you need your help in the subsequent investigation process, please cooperate with us. Goodbye."
After saying this, he and Liao Datong stood up together, shook my hand, and sent me to the gate like our principal.
After leaving the police station, I suddenly felt a very aggrieved feeling in my heart. If Lao Huang's death could have anything to do with me, I would have nothing to say, but what about the death of his son? Why does it happen that my things appear on him? Thinking of the strange death of Huang Benyu that Tai Qing mentioned earlier, my heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the beast Fu Mingquin did it? But why did he want to kill Huang Benyu?
With these series of questions, I suddenly had the illusion that I was walking into some kind of "game" step by step.
