The gentleman Zhang Qing was looking for was the gray figure he had seen before.

The main suspect in this homicide case.

So he walked towards the hotel, and after less than 20 minutes of walking, he stood in the doorway and looked inside.

At a glance, he saw his target, in the corner of the first floor of the hotel, a man was gulping a glass of beer.

He stepped forward steadily, and as soon as he stood beside the target, the other party immediately raised his head vigilantly, and after glancing at Zhang Qing, he cooed unceremoniously again.

At the end, Caiha let out a breath, slammed the wooden beer glass on the table in front of him, and then got up and gestured to Zhang Qing, as if to say that I am leaving, this position is left to you.

But there was an arm in front of him, and it was Zhang Qing's arm.

"Sir, don't be in a hurry to leave." Zhang Qing took his hand and let him sit down again, then sat beside him, "You were very agile just now, if you leave like this, I may not be able to find you again." ”

"Who are you?" The other party's tone was indifferent, "What did you see again?" ”

"I just saw you leave the scene of the murder." A smile rose at the corner of Zhang Qing's mouth, "I just want to know, what is the truth of the matter?" ”

"I don't know."

The man who was pressed by Zhang Qing said indifferently, "I've been staying in the hotel all the time. ”

Zhang Qing laughed: "Speaking of which, I don't know what to call you, my name is Zhang Qing, a detective who is interested." ”

The other party glanced up at Zhang Qing and replied helplessly: "My name is Monet, and I am also a detective." ”

Eh, this is Ghost Li who met Li Kui?

Casually concocted identities run into real professionals?

Zhang Qing sneered and stopped dwelling on this, and asked Monet: "Monet, I'm very curious about what happened just now, can you tell me about it?" ”

Monet looked at Zhang Qing, and even though he tried his best, he couldn't get out of his grasp, so he could only continue to be helpless: "I really don't know what's going on, really, I swear to God." ”

"God is dead, what's the use of swearing to Him?" Zhang Qing wanted to spit out this sentence directly.

The Heavenly Dao is gone, and it is impossible for the gods who entrust the Heavenly Dao to exist as before.

However, Zhang Qing also knew the power of these words, so he just smiled and looked at Monet, but did not say it.

Monet and Zhang Qing were in a stalemate for a long time, and then finally sighed: "Okay, that murder does have something to do with me, but I can swear that I definitely didn't kill anyone!" ”

Although he was a little foolish when he swore to God before, Zhang Qing also saw that this was indeed the other party's sincere words.

He really didn't kill anyone.

So, why did he flee from the murder scene so quickly?

The murder or does it have something to do with him?

Zhang Qing, who was completely immersed in the detective game, didn't care that he had many abilities to quickly get the truth, and in order to get rid of the worry about the war on the earth, he had devoted himself to this game.

"So, can you tell me the truth?"

Zhang Qing persevered in asking.

At this time, Monet, who couldn't break free from Zhang Qing, suddenly showed a strange smile, and he said to Zhang Qing: "You want to know the truth? ”

Seeing Zhang Qing nodding and laughing twice, Monet, suddenly had a cold face and said lightly: "They were killed by monsters." ”

"Monsters?" Zhang Qing's eyes were gloomy, "There are still monsters in this world?" ”

"Of course, maybe you have always lived in a world that has been woven by others, and you can't see the reality of this world." Monet smiled sarcastically, "There are a lot of monsters in this world, maybe when you don't pay attention, they will drag you directly to hell, and in the end, people will only know that they are just victims of another crime." ”

"Just like that?"

Zhang Qing asked lightly, not confused by his pretentious expression.

As if surprised by Zhang Qing's flat expression, Monet suddenly straightened up and asked, "Do you want to know the truth of the world?" ”

Zhang Qing said: "That's what I'm here for. ”

Monet patted Zhang Qing on the shoulder and said, "Then, we should find a quiet place to have a good talk, what do you think?" ”

Zhang Qing nodded and pulled him to stand up: "You choose a place." ”

Eventually, they chose Monet's room in this hostel.

Monet's willingness to tell a lot of the truth hidden in this world.

Monet told Zhang Qing that there are many monsters beneath the surface of this world.

Their origins are unknown, but they are hidden in the depths of darkness, and if they appear, they are a great disaster.

These monsters have super supernatural powers and are capable of doing a lot of things that seem incredible.

In the face of these monsters, human beings are very weak, because all human beings are ordinary people, and there is no way to fight against these monsters.

Only by using some scientific and technological means, arranging traps, and targeting killers, it is possible to kill a few monsters.

But often after these monsters die, they will seriously pollute people who are too close, and pollute them into new monsters.

Cycle after cycle, everyone in the world has been living under the control of monsters.

It's not so much that humans are fighting monsters, it's that monsters are consciously keeping humans in captivity.

When he said this, Monet kept a sense of despair, as if he was overwhelmed by these heavy truths.

"Humans, is there really no way to resist these monsters?"

Zhang Qing looked at Monet, who was panting heavily, and subconsciously asked, "Is there really no effective way for human beings?" For example, the God to whom people pray? Monsters are real, but gods are fictional? ”

"Shh Monet's face suddenly changed when Zhang Qing said the words of God, and he rushed to him to cover his mouth, "Don't say the name of any god!" ”

Monet's move made the corners of Zhang Qing's mouth reveal a vague arc.

"Of course the gods exist, but they are all evil gods."

Monet said with a heavy face, "The only people in the human race who can have extraordinary power are these cultists who worship evil. ”

"But although they are also humans, they are no different from monsters, and they don't regard humans as compatriots at all, and even because they can rely on their human identities, they blend in with us and carry out countless evil things."

Monet's tone was like gnashing his teeth with hatred, "Just like today's murder, it was a cultist who wanted to do something and killed many innocent people. ”

Zhang Qing's head was revealed, and the previous case was solved.

But then, what happened to this cultist?