Boom!
Someone fell down and his body hit the ground with a thud.
"Ah..." followed by the sound of pain and a man's fearful cry, "Don't... don't, don't, don't... wu..."
This man was thin and pale, both because he had been sick all year round and because he was frightened.
At this moment, he was being dragged by a female detective with one hand to a certain cell like a dead dog.
When passing by the high threshold, the man tripped over the threshold, causing a thud and then a cry of pain.
"Pull...pull here!"
Inside the room, stood the county magistrate Song Zhili, whose eyes were full of scarlet red.
In front of Song Zhili was the monk Qi Yunzheng who was bound with iron chains.
The female catcher was naturally Shen Yu. She strode forward and threw the man in her hand in front of the monk.
"Monk, I brought you the ghost-faced killer!" Song Zhili spoke in a cadenced voice, with an open and wide expression, and he was obviously nervous. He pointed at the man kneeling on the ground and said, "This is the ghost-faced killer you are looking for. The killer, he is Cui Meng, Cui Xiaotian’s son!”
The monk opened his eyes, looked at Cui Meng, and called out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"
"You...you, you, you..." Cui Meng didn't know what was going on. He was trembling with fear, and the corners of his mouth were trembling as if he was being electrocuted.
"Monk, keep your word," Song Zhili said excitedly, "I have brought the Ghost Faced Killer to you. Please tell me, where are my son and daughter?"
"What...what..." Cui Meng said tremblingly, "What ghost-faced killer, I...I'm not..."
"Shut up!" Song Zhili was furious, rushed up and grabbed Cui Meng's collar, and shouted loudly, "You are the ghost-faced killer, that's right!
"Quick!" He turned to the monk again and urged, "I brought you the person you are looking for. I have fulfilled my promise. It's your turn, it's your turn! Say it quickly, say it quickly!?"
However, this time, the monk didn't even recite the Buddha's name and simply closed his eyes.
"Hello? Hello..." Song Zhili was about to go crazy. Seeing that the monk didn't say anything, he immediately went up and kicked Cui Meng, and shouted loudly, "Say, say you are the ghost-faced killer! Say it!"
"Ah..." Cui Meng was so frightened that tears came out, and he cried immediately and said, "It's not me, it's not me, it's really not me, what a ghost-faced killer, I don't understand, I... I am Cui Xiaotian's son, Who are you, can you let me go..."
"You are the ghost-faced killer, you are! Hurry up and say it, say it..." Song Zhili kicked harder and harder, but no matter how hard he tried, he was just a weak scholar. After kicking for a long time, Cui Meng was not hurt. On the contrary, I was panting from exhaustion.
The scene suddenly fell into embarrassment, and Chen Houlu, Shen Mingchen and others did not know what to say for a while.
"Amitabha," finally, the monk recited the Buddha's name again and said to Song Zhili, "County Magistrate Song, the truth cannot be faked, and the fake cannot be true. I keep my promise, but you must also have integrity. Is this person a ghost-faced killer? You know it in your heart.”
"Clear? Clear of what?" Song Zhili screamed furiously, glaring at the monk and said, "You know, you have known for a long time that the ghost-faced killer is Cui Meng, Cui Xiaotian's son. You were afraid that I couldn't kill him, so you had to wait until the deadline. Give me clues when it's over,
"Let me tell you, Cui Xiaotian has been dealt with by me. Now that he has been brought to you, what else do you want? What else do you want? Let him go quickly!"
"Amitabha," the monk slowly shook his head and said, "When did I say that Cui Meng is the ghost-faced killer?"
"Ah? You...you...you..." One sentence completely stunned Song Zhili.
Recalling the scene when the promise was made before, yes, yes... this monk has indeed never said that the ghost-faced killer is Cui Meng...
How...how could...how could this happen?
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Cui Meng shivered with fear and cried bitterly, "It's not me, it's really not me. Why do you have to let me be the ghost-faced killer? I have money, I have a lot of money, you let me go If you kill me, I will give you money..."
Cui Meng's chatter made Song Zhili feel dizzy.
As the world was spinning, all the previous experiences flashed back in his mind like a lantern.
The sudden appearance of the monk...
Magistrate Tong was tortured, Liu Sanyang and Lu Yusheng were brutally murdered...
My son and daughter were kidnapped, and the monk gave me a deadline of thirteen days...
Restart the case of the Ghost Faced Killer...
The real murderer is locked...
Qiu Batian beheaded...
There was a massacre in the county government lobby, and Cui Xiaotian was captured...
He disobeyed and planned to sacrifice his life for justice in exchange for the lives of his children...
Then to the destruction of Wansheng Gambling House, and now... now the wrong person has been arrested...
All of this... doesn't seem to be destiny at all, but... it seems like someone has deliberately arranged it...
Ding...
Song Zhili's heart trembled, feeling that his mind had become blank, his body was hollowed out, and he was about to become an empty shell, a walking corpse.
At that moment, it seemed that everything that could be seen turned into a dead gray, and the whole world had lost its color.
However, no matter how desperate and hopeless he was, he still wanted to understand one thing, the most important thing.
If all this was really deliberately arranged by someone, is it obvious who this person is?
Thinking of this, he forcibly pulled himself back from the brink of collapse and death. He leaned against the table and pushed hard to get his body back upright.
Then, the air froze, and in the cell, except Cui Meng who was still crying, no one else made a sound.
After being frozen like this for more than ten seconds, Song Zhili finally stabilized his mind. He lowered his head, stared at the ground, and said quietly:
"Xu Zhen, come with me!"
Um?
As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at Xu Zhen, wondering why...
…
After a while, Xu Zhen followed Song Zhili into the interrogation room of the prison.
The door creaked and closed from the outside, leaving only the two of them in the house.
"Come, sit down!" Song Zhili stretched out his hand and pointed at the interrogation chair.
However, Xu Zhen seemed to be prepared and sat on it without hesitation.
Song Zhili struggled to pull up another chair and sat in front of Xu Zhen. The distance between the two was so close that they could clearly see each other's subtle expressions.
Xu Zhen looked as usual and his eyes were indifferent.
Song Zhili had a stern face and stern eyes.
According to common sense, Xu Zhen should first ask, "Sir, what's the matter?"
However, Xu Zhen did not intend to follow common sense.
Therefore, Song Zhili had no choice but to speak first and asked: "Xu Zhen... to make things like this, is someone secretly causing trouble?
"If I guessed correctly, you should have known by now that Cui Meng is not a ghost-faced killer at all, right?"
Hearing this, Xu Zhen was unmoved at first, then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes gradually brightened.
He first leaned forward, then slowly nodded and said, "Yes!"
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