I must be crazy.

Why did I kill Jia Nan on July 16th?

If you remember correctly, you can win the jackpot on the 18th of July.

Isn't that something a dick should look forward to?

Before that, why do you have to kill people and sell goods?

Wen Jie walked around Jia Nan's bedroom, which was very well furnished, with a bed, a desk, and a notebook.

Simplicity is simplicity, but there is understated luxury everywhere.

Take the bed in the bedroom as an example, Wen Jie pressed the mattress, which is very elastic, and it is quite comfortable to lie down.

If that's right, it's a great latex mattress!

How can a mattress cost 10,000 yuan?

In the case of a notebook, it is estimated that it is also the top match.

Wen Jie turned on the computer and thought about the boot password for a while.

Smack, just close the screen.

What are you pretending to think? It's as if you can guess the password.

No, no, no......

What are you doing here, didn't Jia Nan go to the police?

Wen Jie quit the system.

Outside the window, the night was thick, and Wen Jie took out a cigarette and swallowed it silently.

In the smoke, scenes of system tasks flashed through my mind, and most of those images were blurry.

Some of them are also very abstract, and because of repeated experiences, different things happen each time, which makes Wen Jie feel a sense of confusion.

In order to find the reason for killing Jia Nan, he patiently looked for clues frame by frame.

Soon, a name was like a lightning bolt in the darkness, slicing through his chaotic brain.

Zhao Xiaolong.

Bruce Zhao's test, the timeline goes back to 2007, when Zhao Xiaolong was 12 years old.

He took out his mobile phone and called up Zhao Xiaolong in WeChat.

Thanks to Zhao Xiaolong, this young man is sincere, when he said that Gawenjie was on WeChat, he really added it.

Wen Jie didn't have Zhao Xiaolong's phone number, so WeChat sent a voice call request.

Looking at the center of the voice call request, Zhao Xiaolong's uniformed WeChat avatar kept spinning in circles, and Wen Jie's heart also became apprehensive.

Hurry up and pick up ...... Hurry up and pick it up!

Finally, the WeChat avatar stopped rotating, and Zhao Xiaolong's intermittent voice came from the earpiece of the mobile phone: "Wen ...... Text, Jie...... Jay...... Jay ......"

, like a ghost coming to summon spirits.

Thanks to his boldness, he would not have been frightened by this voice.

The wifi at home is not too fast!

"Zhao Xiaolong, it's me Wenjie...... I have a question for you, do you remember when you were 12 years old, there was a perverted women's clothing boss in your village or in the surrounding villages. ”

"What perverted boss? Woman...... Feign? You mean there is...... Is transvestite? ”

Hearing Zhao Xiaolong's unknown tone, Wen Jie was almost crazy!

Ahh

I don't know!

You can live an easy life, do you know that it is me silently carrying the weight behind me!

However, Wen Jie still kept smiling and asked politely: "Yes, you don't know such a person, do you?" ”

I thought, "You don't know him, but he's going to abuse you."

"Yes, I don't know, there are no transvestites in the surrounding villages, Wen Jie, why are you asking this?"

Zhao Xiaolong asked in surprise.

No?

In other words, this dead pervert is usually quite normal.

Wen Jie pondered for a moment, and then said after considering his words: "Then do you remember that year......

As he spoke, his voice trembled for some reason.

Myself...... Is this nervous too?

In order to alleviate this emotion, he put his phone to his mouth and lowered his voice very low:

"There's a boy in the surrounding village...... Killed? ”

He didn't believe that Zhao Xiaolong wouldn't know about this, their family was a small place, life was monotonous, and after-school life was scarce.

The conversation after tea and dinner is nothing more than whose crops have been ruined and whose cattle have given birth.

There is also some lace news, the widow at the head of the village drilled the rice field with whom, and whose boudoir had a big belly before she got married......

If there is a murder case, it will not be discussed for a while.

Ten miles and eight villages?

Then why don't you have an impression?

It stands to reason that the events of a certain point in time in the past have changed, and the life trajectory of the person involved has also changed.

But he wasn't impressed?

Could it be that Wen Jie's house is far away from Zhao Zhuang, where Zhao Xiaolong is, and the news has not been transmitted?

"You say that, I think about it, it's been too long, more than ten years ago, I really can't remember it for a while."

Zhao Xiaolong's speed of speech slowed down significantly, and he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Oh, in the countryside, every year one or two half-grown children die for one or another reason. When I was 12 years old, it was as if a boy had been electrocuted by high voltage. ”

Ay! It's not this, I thought I was about to find a clue, who knew that Zhao Xiaolong said something irrelevant.

"That's not right, are there other causes of death? Like hacked to death? ”

Zhao Xiaolong was speechless for a while, how could he say it like a pig waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse.

How many people can there be in a village, as if people die every day.

"It's gone! Can't remember! Zhao Xiaolong said angrily.

What a Zhao Xiaolong, I got into trouble to save you and got into such a weird thing.

What's your attitude?

Wen Jie got up and walked to the window, he was a little irritable, the cigarette in his hand was not knocked for a long time, and the ash fell on the windowsill.

He twisted open the window, lowered his head and dusted the ash out of the window.

The height of the fifteenth floor gave him a view overlooking the community.

He watched as the vendors on the left and right sides of the community began to put out small snacks and the like, popcorn, teppanyaki, fried rice, sugar gourds, ice cream, kebabs......

I suddenly remembered the fat proprietress who went home yesterday and sold fried chestnuts with sugar on the street.

By the way, isn't there a fat girl!

Wen Jie had an idea and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, I don't want to ask you about that. When you come home from school, don't you pass by a fat aunt's house, or the one who gave you eggs, and that aunt still lives there? ”

Not to mention, the proprietress who sold fried chestnuts with sugar yesterday is really similar to the fat aunt who gave Zhao Xiaolong's eggs.

"You mean the aunt of the Zhao family, she still lives there, but her daughter has also come to M City to work, and she and Uncle Zhao live there."

Zhao Xiaolong rarely answered with certainty, hearing his words, Wen Jie was a little excited.

"How often do you go home, or let's go back together tomorrow?"

Every winter and summer vacation, he goes home to accompany his mother, and he will go back to catch up with holidays.

But after the internship, Wen Jie didn't go back on May Day in order to perform well in the internship unit.

promised his mother to go back to clean his father's grave together, but he didn't go back because of overtime.

It's time to go back and check it out!

"I haven't been back for a while, and I was supposed to go back after my internship. I haven't decided to keep it yet, and I'm always afraid that if I go back and ask my parents......"

Zhao Xiaolong paused, he felt that Wen Jie, who was also an intern, could understand his concerns.