Evil Deeds 7

Hou San shook the hanging door lock, slapped the door on his head, and muttered, "I forgot to lock the door again!" and pushed the door into the house. Sitting on the bed, thinking about Liu Dafu's tragic situation, Hou San felt a faint pain in his heart. Since the death of his parents, there are no relatives, no one treats him, only Liu Dafu received Hou San's father's deathbed TOEFL, take care of him from time to time, although Hou San is ruffian, bad, but also know that he knows how to repay his kindness, every New Year's holiday, he also goes to see the old man, and treats each other as relatives. This time, no one really dared to be Hou San's elder.

"Hey!" Hou San sighed, lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed looking at the ground in a daze, took the ashtray and flicked the asht twice, looked at the washed ashtray, and slapped his head twice. "What the hell is going on with my brain? I can't remember when the ashtray was brushed!" Hou San had no place to spill an evil breath in his heart, picked up the ashtray and threw it on the ground, and the broken glass fell all over the ground. Hou San lay down on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and lived the events of this day in his mind over and over again in the dark.

The next morning, when Hou San woke up, his head was still covered with a quilt, and he stood up in a daze to look at the broken glass all over the floor, but he couldn't remember what was going on. He picked up the broom in the corner of the wall and gathered the broken glass in a corner and swept it under the basin stand, where he found two red dots in the corner. Hou San nodded a little with his index finger suspiciously, and when he smelled it, there was a bloody smell. Hou San began to bend down and look carefully at the ground in the room, and found another drop on the corner of the large wardrobe.

"What the is going on?" Hou San frowned, and walked around the room for a long time without thinking about it. Strange! There have been so many strange things that have happened in the past two days, which made him scratch his head a little, and he bent down to look for it on the ground, and there were blood spots at the door. Hou San opened the door and saw blood marks on the doorknob, and turned his head to see shoe prints on the windowsill. Hou San hurriedly brought a ladder and climbed up along the windowsill, with finger prints on the eaves, and climbed up to the roof, and from the finger prints, there were several footprints all the way to the other side of the roof. Hou San walked over slowly, stopped by the old chimney, and reached out to lift the chimney cover.

"Fuck!" When Hou San took out the contents of the chimney, the whole person was blindfolded. This is his clothes, all the clothes are packed in a paper bag, and the worst thing is that the clothes inside are all covered with blood! Hou San took the paper bag down the ladder and returned to the house, and slipped out the clothes in the paper bag one by one, his shirt, pants, and shoes, all of which were covered with blood. "My clothes, where does the blood come from?"

"Papapa!" "Hou San, open the door!" When Hou San was at a loss for what to do with those things, he heard the sound of calling the door outside, Hou San panicked and stuffed his clothes and paper bags under the bed, and shouted "It's coming, it's coming!" and ran into the yard to open the door.

"Hou San, there is a case that requires you to go to the bureau to cooperate with the investigation, this is an arrest warrant, this is a search warrant, come and handcuff! You guys go to the house and have a look!" As soon as the door opened, the policeman Lao Sun couldn't help but say that he asked Hou San to be handcuffed, and he took the two people and went inside.

"Hey, Brother Sun!What's going on? What kind of case is being investigated, and an arrest warrant is needed? What did I do? Where is this?" Hou San's hands were already handcuffed, and he wanted to follow Lao Sun to speak, but was stopped. Four or five policemen rushed into Hou San's house and searched for it, and soon the paper bag and clothes were searched. "Team Sun, that's all, nothing else... ”

Lao Sun took the clothes and paper bag and handed them to Hou San, and looked at him angrily, "What case? murder!" Hou San heard this, and a chill went straight from his heels.

When the two policemen passed by the shop, Liu Xiaole was crying and preparing to build a funeral shed for his father with a few helpers, and he saw that the first policeman was sitting in the policeman Lao Sun, who was in charge of his father's case, so he wanted to catch up and ask if the murderer had been caught, but he was surprised to see Hou San sitting in the second car, still handcuffed. When the two looked at each other, Hou San's eyes were full of confusion, but Liu Xiaole turned from surprise to anger, he put down the things in his hand and chased after the police car.

"Hou San, Hou San, what's going on? What did you do?" Liu Xiaole slapped on the window of the police car and stared at Hou San angrily. "How could it be me? We were together all the time yesterday!" Hou San also shouted at Liu Xiaole outside the window, and the police car did not stop because Liu Xiaole slapped the window, nor did it slow down because of Hou San's shouting. Liu Xiaole kept chasing the police car to the mouth of the alley, looking at the direction where the car was far away, and scolded angrily, "Hou San! You bastard! You are not human!"

"You have to let me make it clear to him!" Hou San sat in the back seat and shouted at the policeman in front. "I'm afraid you won't be able to tell you about this for a while! Let's talk about it back in the bureau!"

In the dimly lit interrogation room, a strong light shone on Hou San's face, stabbing him so much that he couldn't open his eyes. Old Sun Tie sat opposite him with a blushing face, and a young policeman next to him was holding a pen and preparing to record the interrogation. "Hou San, I know that you have been muddy since you were a child, and it is okay to do some petty theft, and now you dare to kill, and it is extremely cruel!" said Lao Sun and slapped the table hard.

"I didn't kill anyone, how could I kill someone?" The grievance on Hou San's face was definitely not pretended, he stumbled and continued: "You... You... Are you saying that I killed Uncle Liu? Impossible! When he died, I was with Liu Xiaole and Liu Xiaomei, and they can testify to me!"

"Do you know this paper bag at the scene?" Lao Sun lowered his head and picked up a paper bag and took out the torn clothes inside, "Do you know these clothes?" Hou San looked at the paper bag and those clothes and was stunned, the clothes were his, the paper bags were left over from the clothes he bought before, these were all his.

"Liu Dafu, you didn't kill them? Did you kill those two policemen the night before? The bloodstains on these clothes are all those two policemen's, and the clothes are yours! There are also clothes in the paper bag that was searched from your house, and the blood stains on them are Liu Dafu's, and the clothes are also yours! You still dare to deny it!" All the things taken out by the policeman in front of him were Hou San's, and he couldn't think of a reason to defend himself, but he never remembered that he had killed someone, "Who is framing me?"

"Ah yes! Someone must have framed me, and the murderer framed me!" Hou San could only think of this one reason. "The night before yesterday I ... I drank too much and went home to sleep, it's impossible! Someone must have framed me!" Hou San could only explain in time that he had not killed anyone, and the evidence in front of him was difficult for him to refute at all.

As Hou Sanzheng spoke, the door of the interrogation room opened, and someone outside the door waved at Lao Sun and called Lao Sun out. "Team Sun, there was another murder in the Wanguo Community, two women died, similar to the previous two murders, the murderer was also extremely murderous... "Let's go, go and see! Handcuff Hou San here!"