Wang Zimo is a literary and artistic youth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He loves life and cherishes every second of decadence and freedom.

He is melancholy and sensitive, touching the world with his heart.

He loves literature and art, and likes movies and music.

He was so indisputable, so harmless.

But who can tell him why, after dragging his tired body home, turning on the light, he found that there was an extra corpse in his cherished bed?

He felt like he was going crazy!

Falling to the ground, he stared at the corpse in a daze, his mind blank.

After a long time, he got up from the ground in embarrassment, then ran out of his nest and slammed the door hard.

Tremblingly, he dialed 110 and explained to the police girl on the other end of the phone that he was not joking, and the other party promised to call the police immediately.

Wang Zimo sat in front of his door, his hands on his knees, his eyes glazed.

What's going on?

With no money to buy tickets for Wang Fei's concert, he was alone outside the venue, admiring the ethereal sounds in the air, when his wallet was stolen.

chased for a long time, and finally caught the other party, but the thief fell to the ground without saying a word, convulsed, and foamed at the mouth from time to time.

As kind as he was, he called the emergency number without hesitation, but when he came to the alley with the medical staff, the thief was gone!

Scammed!

He reacted instantly!

But the medical staff of the ambulance gave him a bad name, thinking that he was joking.

Come on, he's an adult, how could he make such a childish joke?

He was just deceived!

After finally explaining clearly, the medical staff left suspiciously, and he was able to go home.

Then the question arises, he doesn't have a wallet, what to do?

I borrowed money from a few people on the side of the road, but I didn't get any good faces.

Feeling that the world was declining, he targeted the beggars on the street.

"He's blind anyway, and he doesn't know what he's doing!"

Thinking so, he picked up a stone and threw it in the beggar's bowl.

Then, with the beggar's thanks, he took out two dollars from the bowl.

Well, and then chased by beggars for two streets.

finally got rid of the fake beggar and took two dollars and got on the last train. After getting out of the car, I walked for more than an hour, and finally returned to my home at 1 a.m.

And so it happened.

On his bed, a corpse appeared out of thin air!

Wait a minute!

Wang Zimo suddenly stiffened and thought, why was the clothes on that corpse so similar to the thief he met at night?

Could it be ......

He fell into deep fear.

Could it be that the thief was dead tonight?

And then he felt that he wanted to die and came to himself for revenge?

Thinking of the supernatural novels he had read, Wang Zimo trembled slightly, feeling that his throat was tight, as if an invisible hand was choking his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe and breathless.

If it hadn't been for the policeman's uncle, he might have scared himself to death.

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"This gentleman, is it the case you reported?"

Jing Di looked at the literary young man who was curled up and sitting in front of the door.

The other party was pale and trembling, clearly in a state of panic.

The police girl told him that the person claimed that a body had appeared in the room.

Looks like he was scared?

"I don't know if it's an inflatable doll that fell from upstairs...... a nonsensical thought flashed through Jing Di's mind, and then said in a kind tone: "Sir, don't be afraid, I will protect you." ”

Jing Di's words calmed down the frightened literary and artistic youth, "Comrade policeman, I reported the case!" My name is Wang Zimo! A corpse has appeared in my room! ”

"Can you please open the door?" Looking at the security door in front of him, Jing Tu had a headache.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Zimo nodded repeatedly, and then put his hand in his upper pocket.

Looking at his slightly changing face, Jing Tu was helpless, "Forgot to bring the key?" ”

"I was so scared just now, I was in a hurry, and I might accidentally ...... the key"

Looking at the other party's palpitating face, Jing Di was sure that he didn't call the police to ask him to open the lock.

"Wait a minute." Uncle police nodded at him.

As a police officer, how can you not pick a lock?

I saw that Jing Tu took out a wire from nowhere and gently stabbed it in the keyhole of the security door.

Even though he was in horror now, a trace of speechlessness flashed in Wang Zimo's eyes.

Looking at the policeman's uncle's skillful movements, isn't he really an experienced thief?

"That's it!"

Jing Di smiled slightly, and with a force in his hand, he only heard a "click", and the security door was opened.

Putting on his gloves, the policeman uncle walked in, picked up the key on the floor and put it in a transparent pocket, and at the same time did not forget to tell Wang Zimo: "Don't come in." ”

If you don't go in, you won't go in!

The literary and artistic young man who originally wanted to go in decisively stopped his steps, stood outside the door, and watched the movements of Jing Tu in the room from afar.

Jing Tu fanned the air in front of his nose and sneezed.

The corpse did not decompose so quickly, mainly because of the smell of stinky socks.

In the end, it is a room for a man who lives alone, and the taste is so unique.

He stepped over what appeared to be an "unknown object" on the floor and came to the window.

This is not an inflatable doll, but a middle-aged man.

Jing Tu judged professionally, and at the same time used a small camera that he didn't know where to take it out, and clicked and snapped.

In his experience, the deceased had no external injuries, and his facial expression was hideous, and he obviously died of a sudden illness. As for whether this disease is man-made or occurs naturally, it is up to the forensic comrades to decide.

Carefully inspect the belongings of the deceased, and if there is something that can prove the identity of the deceased, it would be even better.

Phones, wallets, and ......

What is it?

Jing Tu looked at the extended chopsticks in his hand, and made some judgments about the deceased's occupation, it turned out to be a thief?

Don't think that it's a normal thing for a thief to appear in someone else's house.

You know, there are also types of thieves!

Thieves who use chopsticks will only appear on the streets, shopping malls and buses, and will never appear in other people's homes.

Otherwise, they use chopsticks to pick the lock?

There must be something strange about this!

Jing Tu'an endured his excitement and died, this is a big case, and a promotion and salary increase are just around the corner!

His next target is the slightly literary wallet.

In the wallet, there must be the deceased's ID card, right?

However, when Jing Di opened the wallet and found the long-awaited ID card, there was a sudden silence.

He got tangled:

In the end, should the informant be arrested again?