"ah……?"
Pei Laoliu was confused by this sudden question, and it took him a while to react. July 7th, wasn't it the day I met the ghost-faced human face?
"That day I went to the Fat Fish Villa area to help a client with his feng shui..."
Pei Laoliu was a little worried, but he wasn't afraid to say it out loud. After all, he didn't do anything wrong during this period.
But at the same time, he was also worried that if the ghost caused trouble and killed someone, he would be implicated in it. It was true that he entered his house, but he was afraid that the yellow mud would fall into his crotch by then.
The policeman with a square face seemed to notice the old man's nervousness. He smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, we just have a few questions to ask you."
"Oh, okay, comrade police, you can ask."
Pei Laoliu felt a little relieved after hearing what he said.
"What did you see in Building 27 of Fat Fish Villa District on the evening of the 7th?" The middle-aged policeman went straight to the point.
Pei Laoliu hesitated when he heard this. He thought for a while and then said: "Comrade police, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
"Pfft..."
The young policeman who had been standing behind suddenly laughed and said happily: "Old man, you are really interesting. Of course we policemen must listen to the truth when handling cases. How can there be any reason to listen to lies?"
Pei Laoliu looked a little embarrassed: "It's right to listen to the truth, but you can't drag me into criticism and education after listening..."
The middle-aged policeman waved his hand, gave him a guarantee, and said, "Don't worry, just tell us what you see. We don't care about other things, and no one will take you for education."
Regardless of what Pei Laoliu is thinking now, Zhang Xiaoman on the side is having thoughts surging in his heart at this time.
Pei Laoliu may not understand some situations, but Zhang Xiaoman still knows something.
These things are probably not the so-called ghosts...
If I guessed correctly, they have not always existed, but have just appeared recently.
"He just said that they don't care about other things... Does that mean that they are a department specifically responsible for such cases... Or is it just a polite comment, some of which I have overthought..."
Zhang Xiaoman was analyzing in his mind while listening to Pei Laoliu explain what happened.
"Looking at them, it seems like they have known the true situation for a long time, and now they are just here to investigate and confirm..."
Zhang Xiaoman thought of this and couldn't help but look at the two policemen again. But unfortunately, he didn't find any difference between the two.
At least, he, an ordinary office worker who rarely had contact with the government, couldn't see it yet.
Pei Laoliu talked a lot and repeated the story he just told Zhang Xiaoman. But this time he was much more concise, and he finished speaking without much effort.
After taking a sip of water, Pei Laoliu looked at the young policeman who was still taking notes seriously, and a strange look appeared on his face.
"Officer, do you believe what I said?" he asked tentatively.
The middle-aged policeman had a half-smile expression on his face: "What's wrong? Isn't what the old man just said the truth?"
"No no."
Pei Laoliu waved his hands quickly: "I'm just curious why you don't have any doubts. After all, what I said is so mysterious. I'm afraid anyone who listens will think that..."
"Think you're telling a ghost story, don't you?"
The middle-aged policeman said: "You don't have to think blindly. We have already conducted a preliminary investigation into this case and found that it is not the work of so-called ghosts..."
"But as for what it is specifically, I can't reveal it to you. But you, you can't go out and talk nonsense about this matter. I want to solemnly explain this to you."
He paused here before looking at Zhang Xiaoman again.
Zhang Xiaoman immediately came to his senses and immediately said, "Officer, don't worry, I won't tell anyone. My grandpa often tells me this kind of story, and I just take it as a story."
The middle-aged policeman nodded: "That's good. Today's technology is very advanced. Whether in reality or on the Internet, all words and deeds are traceable. I hope you can understand this."
The old man and the young man nodded in agreement.
"Okay, I've asked all the questions that need to be asked. I've wasted a lot of your time. I don't want to continue to cause trouble here, so I'm leaving."
The middle-aged policeman stood up after speaking, and the young policeman beside him also stopped writing at this time.
"Um...comrade police, can you tell me what happened to that house?" Pei Laoliu suddenly asked at this time.
The middle-aged policeman paused as he was about to leave. He turned to look at Pei Laoliu for a moment, and then said:
"It's not convenient for me to tell you the specific situation. All I can tell you is that the owner of that room called the police immediately after you left, and the scene was quickly brought under control, and there were no casualties."
Pei Laoliu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the owner of the house was fine: "Thank you, comrade police, now I feel relieved."
"It's okay. This is also our job."
The middle-aged policeman waved his hand and walked out the door again. But when he approached the dilapidated door, he suddenly turned around.
"By the way, those... tools of yours, we still need to do some tests, and we may not be able to return them to you for the time being. Oh, and what else... don't pour blood on people casually in the future, our police officers are dispatched When I met the owner of the house, I almost sent him to the hospital for emergency treatment.”
"Huh? Oh, okay..."
Pei Laoliu was stunned when he heard this, his face gradually changed from confusion to embarrassment, and his already well-trained face also had a rare touch of red.
"Sixth Master, he's gone." Zhang Xiaoman reminded him when he saw him frozen on the spot.
Pei Laoliu turned around, glared and cursed: "You brat, I know they're gone, so don't be an eyesore here, let me, Mr. Liu, be clean."
"..."
On the street, a police car was driving in the middle of the road.
In the car, the young policeman who was at Pei Laoliu's house just now was driving. In the passenger seat next to him, a middle-aged policeman with a Chinese character face was leaning on his seat with his eyes closed to meditate.
"Captain Hu, after listening to what the fortune teller said, I feel like that thing is more like a ghost..."
The middle-aged policeman known as Captain Hu also opened his eyes at this time and said: "Xiao Wu, that old fortune teller doesn't know, why can't you figure it out? Where did this ghost come from in this world? That thing wants to If he is really a ghost, can he be killed by us with one shot?"
Xiao Wu shrank his neck when he heard this: "Captain Hu, I've never seen this kind of thing before. You said it can move and scream, and it can spit out so much stench. What on earth is it?"
Captain Hu straightened up, pinched his brows, shook his head and said: "This is also the first time we met... There has never been any relevant records in the intranet files... In short, the leader has said that it cannot be ruled out that it will happen again in the future. The possibility of such an incident. So, we have to step up the investigation now and try to figure out where the thing came from and why it appeared in the basement of Mr. Li's house."
Xiao Wu quickly nodded in agreement.
Captain Hu leaned back in his chair again, sighed, and said, "Hey, I hope this incident is just an isolated case..."
