After a few vomits. I drank a few sips of the camellia made by Shi Niang. The tea is fragrant and pleasant. Healthy spleen and stomach. My whole body is also light and light. I promised the two officers to work with them. Before departure. I went to the dark room. Kneel on the ground. Bow three times and bow nine times to the portrait of the grandfather. Pray for the old man's blessing and safety. The outfit went well. And then. From the case under the portrait of the grandfather, he took out the 'bronze ancient sword' and held it in his hand. The heart is heavy. I also feel a great responsibility.

After worshipping the ancestors. By the way, call the second treasure. This guy is smart and obedient. When it's okay. Spend most of the time honestly in this dark room. Especially when I'm not there during the day. It is even more afraid to go out. Fear. A little careless. It will be in smoke. After all. It's just a little wild ghost with some supernatural abilities.

Finish the preparation before you get out of the job. The two police officers, one fat and one thin, had been waiting outside the door for a long time. There was a jeep parked next to them. They saw me carrying something on my back and walking outside the courtyard gate. The thin policeman hurriedly greeted him and asked very politely:

"Can we go?"

"Yes. Let's go," I replied to him.

The fat cop opened the car door for me and made a gesture of please. I said 'thank you' and quickly got in the car and sat down. Erbao also floated into the car. The skinny policeman held on to the door and wanted to sit in the back seat with me. I remind in time.

"The position is already occupied. Please sit in the front."

The skinny cop looked at the empty seat next to me, puzzled. Subsequently. It's like I understand something. With a smile on his face, he looked at me and pointed to the co-pilot's position and said:

"Good. Then I'll sit in the front. Just sit in the front."

I laughed and didn't say anything. I think the two cops should understand it too. Because. In this position sits two treasures. If anyone dares to sit on Erbao. Lightly. A serious illness. Heavy. Loss of longevity. If you don't keep it, you will die violently. Erbao is a kind little ghost though. But it's a ghost after all. People and ghosts have different paths. Be sure that the well water does not interfere with the river water.

"Officer. Do you want to put me in handcuffs and shackles? "Find a sense of relaxation in a serious atmosphere.

"As the saying goes. ' It's a pleasure to have friends from afar'. You are our guest. How can you be handcuffed and shackled," the fat cop said with a smile.

"I mainly want to experience the consequences of blasphemy against the law," I said with some boredom.

"If. You use what you have learned. Go for bad things. I think one day we'll help you with handcuffs and shackles" The skinny cop is a pun. What about this one. It was told me to work well with them this time. Don't play tricks. Two. It's a bit of a knock on the mountain and the tiger I eat taste. That is. You don't have to rely on your own skills. Just go and do that hurtful thing.

Helpless. I had to shut up. Joking with the police is not a fun thing to do. I quickly retracted and sat down in my seat and said no more. Wait for the skinny policeman to sit in the passenger seat. The fat cop started the car and drove away from our isolated village at a constant speed.

Along. We don't have too many words. At the most. It is. Are you thirsty? Hungry. Going to the toilet or something like that. Ah. Remembering the bloody picture of the photo in their briefcase. I still have the heart to eat. Next to each other first. What else can I do? Now. I looked at Erbao, who was sitting on the side and whistling with Erlang's legs crossed. It's really envious, jealous and hateful. There is no eating, drinking, and sleeping like that. It's easy to do anything.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon. We entered the city. The car quickly drove to the Shinan Public Security Bureau. About half an hour later. The car drove into the Shinan Public Security Bureau.

When the car drove into the precinct. I really feel like I'm sinning. After all. I've got a murder weapon on me. It is. The bronze ancient sword. That's the treasure of our sect. There it is. You can subdue the demon without blood. Or slay demons by the sword. Anyway. He's just dealing with the devil who was wronged. The only artifact of the monster maniac. There it is. I have peace of mind.

After the car is stopped. The fat and skinny cop took me directly to the cafeteria in their bureau. The kitchen staff inside made a few simple dishes. The three of us simply ate a few bites. rushed to the Shinan Detention Center non-stop.

Shinan Detention Center. The skinny cop placed me in a nondescript interrogation room. They went to go through the formalities. Let me immediately interrogate and kill the eight-year-old boy of the whole family. How incredible that sounds. But it's real.

About forty minutes passed. Almost an hour later. The eight-year-old boy was taken into the interrogation room by the fat and skinny police. When the door was just pushed open. My eyes fell on him. He saw me sitting there. An aggressive and fierce light immediately burst out of his eyes. He also showed the indifference that he should not have at such a young age. An eight-year-old boy. How did he become a demon who killed his whole family? I can't help but have this question in my mind.

The little boy who was imprisoned in handcuffs and shackles sat across from me with the sound of clattering handcuffs and shackles. Look at his vicious and greedy eyes. I dare say. If. Now. Unleash the handcuffs and shackles on him. And then. Give him a knife. Maybe I'll be his ghost.

"You killed your whole family. Your mom and dad. Grandparents and two older sisters"

This sentence. I've been asked thousands of times. It's like. But. I. I still want to tell you. I was the one who killed my dad. Mom. Grandfather. Grandma: "He acted as calm as a professional killer. It was as if the tragedy of losing all his loved ones had not happened to him.

"You can't do it. An eight-year-old child doesn't even have the ability to kill chickens. How could you possibly do it. You've just become someone else's vassal," I continued to block him.

"Let's talk about it. Why kill your dad. Mom. My sister and grandparents. ”

"No why." He replied without hesitation. It's like saying something inconsequential.

"Who let you do it. You should have a reason. Or. What was the motive for the killing. I said as hard as I could. Just to make him understand.

"There's no reason for that. That night. Someone gave me a knife. Let me go and kill them. My dad. Mom...... I'll just do it."

"Who is that person?" I can't wait to ask

"I don't know." The little boy said categorically.

"Do you remember what that person looked like? What he looks like. ”

"I don't remember. Then. I didn't see it clearly. He doesn't have a face," the little boy changed three answers in one sentence.

"What clothes he's wearing?"

"Black. It's like the same color as the night."

"Why should you listen to him?"

"I don't know," the little boy said, looking at me with round eyes. I was so shocked that I felt a chill in my heart.

"He'll let you kill whoever first."

"Daddy"

"And then"

"Grandpa"

"At the end of the day"

"Sister. Younger sister. Grandma"

"They didn't resist at the time."

"No, I didn't. They're stupid like chickens. I'll cut off their heads first. Kick into the corner. And then. Their bodies. Chop into puree. Play with mud. At last. Splash all their blood on the wall. It's like painting."

The little boy recalls and describes the scene with extraordinary calmness. The two officers and I were in a cold sweat when we heard this. This is an eight-year-old child. Demon. Demons are nothing more than that.

"When you slash your parents. Where is the man who gave you the long knife? ”

"He's right behind me. He kept telling me to start there. How to cut it to be happy"

"Then you should remember his voice."

"I don't remember. It's also hard to judge. Because. There are only two voices in this world. One is death. One is raw. How can I judge. That's the kind of voice he has. ”

"When did he leave. After I killed my grandmother"

"Then why didn't you follow him?"

"I forgot"

"Who do you think killed your family?"

"It's me. I. It's me. Did you hear that. ”

"Kill them. Do you regret it. ”

"No regrets"

"Have you ever thought about it? They were all dead. Who else in this world can feed you? Don't you feel that your statements and practices are contradictory. ”

"Aren't I living a good life now?" The little boy laughed as he spoke. The laughter was weird and breathtaking.

"You're going crazy. The law will definitely punish you severely" The skinny cop really can't listen to it.

"Tonight. I'll kill you both first. The little boy pointed to the skinny officer. And then. He pointed to my nose again.

"The guy who doesn't know the height of the sky" The thin officer has a very hot temper. Go up and give the little boy a few slaps. But he still didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Tonight. I'll kill you first. Chop you to a pulp. And then. Paint with your blood. It must be a beautiful picture," the little boy laughed. The laughter makes people's scalps tingle.

"Can we take his words as child's words? We imagine him to be just a simple little boy. Not a murderous demon," the fat officer got up to liven up the atmosphere.

"Two police officers. Through the training just now. A general answer has been reached. The little boy has become someone else's vassal. Otherwise. There was simply no way he could do it. In our countryside. Eight-year-old children are still breastfeeding, and they are still waiting to be fed. How could he possibly have the strength to kill six adults in one go. ”

"The root of the problem is there. The man in the boy's mouth and the long knife. That person. None of us have seen anyone but the little boy. Whereas. What about the knife. In the storage vault of the impregnable Public Security Bureau, it was unexpectedly missing. The most critical human and physical evidence is not there. What is the value of an eight-year-old boy?"

"That's right. Can you help us find that person. Even if it's embarrassing," the thin policeman asked, looking at me.

"I did my best. I think it's man-made. The bad guys will eventually be brought to justice. Justice has been served," I said righteously.

"Please," the two officers saluted me

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