Chapter 61: The TV at the supermarket service desk
On TV, this serious talk show continues.
"It's very simple, because the police have issued warnings before, but these cases continue to happen. This is incredible. The camera pans back to the expert, who continues, "These female students, as well as their teachers or parents, after the police announcement, they can't be more vigilant?" However, even after the warning was issued, it is not surprising that such cases continue to occur one after another? β
What he said does have some truth, but maybe it's because the girls are too young to know or haven't been warned by the police?
"So, maybe the local police department is not doing anything? They didn't do enough to warn and protect, or let all the students know about it, like the girls, who didn't know about it at all. "This hostess really dares to speak.
However, what she said was exactly what I had in mind.
"Maybe there will be such a situation. There are already too many mistakes on the part of us police gentlemen, too many to count. The expert didn't want to give the police face, "However, I personally think there seems to be another possibility." β
"What is possible?" The host's eyes widened, but her demeanor seemed to be like going to a ball, and her excitement was far more than shock or apprehension.
"There is also a possibility that acquaintances committed crimes. That's right, this murderer, he can easily gain the trust of these female students, so that he can get close to them and let them fall into his clutches without any defense! β
"Huh? So, what kind of person can do this? The hostess finally showed a surprised look and subconsciously touched her neck.
"What do you mean by that? For example, the murderer is likely to be a relative, elder, neighbor or friend of these victims. However, there seems to be no common connection between these murdered girls, they are not classmates, nor are they friends, they are different ages and origins. Therefore, I judged that the murderer was unlikely to be their teacher or elders, or relatives and neighbors. The expert touched his chin and blinked, "This murderer, it seems that he killed people randomly, and he didn't target a specific object." And what can get close to these girls and gain their trust must be the so-called 'good people' who can make them believe that the other party has no malicious intent. For example, this guy may be someone who works in some public authority. β
"People who work in the public authority? Could it be, you mean, you're saying he's an official? The hostess's mouth was wide open.
"Yes." The expert hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice, "I think he shouldn't be an ordinary ** official, and even, very likely, very likely, that person is a policeman!" β
Suddenly, the TV lost its signal again, and the snowflakes on the screen floated again.
What, police? The murderer is a police officer?
I froze, I never thought it would be possible.
At this time, in my mind, the bald policeman who appeared on TV just now came to mind!
yes, this guy, isn't he a policeman? However, he is a policeman who has killed people!
I linked this vicious guy to those rape and murder cases.
The expert was right, who else but the police would be able to approach these female students, easily gain their trust, and then take advantage of their unpreparedness?
However, how can this policeman be a murderer? Could it be a mistake? Is it possible that the murderer was, but was only the teacher of these female students?
Of course, this is also possible, after all, the teacher can also approach these female students. However, these female students come from different classes, and besides, there are not only middle school students, but also elementary school students, so how can they know the same teacher?
However, the police are different, he has access to all the victims without suspicion. He only needs to use the excuse that he is investigating the case, or he wants to protect these girls, he can gain their trust, and then, take the opportunity to do it!
The thought that this murderer might be from within the police made me nervous.
However, I even went to the town police station and begged them to help me find Mary. What if, it was the bald policeman who received me at that time, wouldn't I be finished? If he knew that I had found out that he was the murderer, would this guy kill him?
As soon as I thought of this, I subconsciously touched my neck, as if there would be a knife on it at any time.
"What are you thinking?" Suddenly, a person's voice rang out.
Startled by the sound, I looked at the TV. However, on the TV screen, there was still a snowflake.
Am I hallucinating again?
I turned my head, but at this look, the whole person froze!
There was a man sitting in the rocking chair facing the TV!
This person is none other than the bald policeman!
I thought I had seen it wrong, and rubbed my eyes again.
However, the guy was sitting in a rocking chair. On the right side of his face, there is also a visible scar. In his left hand, he held a beer bottle, and his gaze, staring at the screen of the TV, looked a little sluggish, but it still revealed the fierceness from the bones.
I could smell the smell wafting from him, yes, it was wine! Did this guy drink?
Strangely, the guy was close at hand, but he didn't seem to notice my presence, but instead looked up at the TV screen while sipping his beer.
Strange, what is he looking at? Isn't there nothing on this TV screen?
Also, did he say that sentence just now? Was he talking to me? But why didn't he even look at me? Could it be that he can't see me at all?
Suddenly, the guy stood up from the rocking chair and his eyes widened. Those eyes like copper bells seem to be breathing fire!
Could it be that this guy wants to kill again?
The last time, in the interrogation room of the police station, this guy strangled the homeless man with his arms, it was this terrible look!
I took two steps back in a panic, and with a shudder I pulled out my pistol and aimed it at him.
You guy, I don't care if you're a policeman or not, if you dare to kill me now, I'll kill you first! γ
But even though I pulled out my pistol and pointed it at him, the guy didn't even bother me, just standing there, staring at the TV.
My gaze turned to the screen of the television. However, it was still white, like a thick fog floating outside.
How could this guy look at the TV screen with such a look?
Could it be that this guy is sleepwalking?
Of course, it's also possible that people who are sleepwalking don't know what they're doing. When they sleepwalked, the look on their faces should be exactly the same as that of the bald policeman.
Suddenly, the guy actually reached into his waist!
Yes? What is he going to do? Is he going to draw a gun too?
However, by the time I realized that it was too late, he had already drawn his pistol.
It's over, he's really going to kill me!
The shots rang out, but strangely enough, I didn't fall, and neither did the guy.
The reason that guy didn't fall was because I hadn't pulled the trigger yet; And the reason I didn't fall was that although the guy fired, he didn't shoot me!
As the gunshot rang out, a hole was punched into the screen of the TV. On the ground, there were fragments of TV screens everywhere. There was also smoke coming from the television, which was from the explosion after being shot by a gun.
This guy, he actually shot at the TV?
"What are you bastards talking about? It's ridiculous to dare to suspect us policemen! β
The bald policeman who had shot at the TV had put the gun away again, and there was a kind of smug smile on his face.
It turned out that this guy was so angry that he took out his gun because he saw that TV program, and he extinguished the TV set!
However, his next sentence lifted my heart again.
"What? You already recognize me? He suddenly laughed again, and laughed roughly.
However, he never turned his face to look at me, still staring at the TV screen that had become a hole.
"Hmph, even if you recognize it, what's the use?" Suddenly, he turned around and stared at me with wide eyes.
"No, don't come here!" This time, I finally met his eyes, and I was nervous, and the gun in my hand was shaking, "I don't know, I don't know anything!" β
"I didn't expect that I had been hiding for so long, and you still found out." He shook his head, but his gaze didn't seem to be on me, but at somewhere no one.
Strange, he doesn't seem to be talking to me, but to himself?
Could it be that he can't see me at all?
This has happened several times. Every time, I can see some people, but those people can't see my existence, and only treat me as air.
That's right, the bald cop was talking to himself.
He continued: "I'm going to tell you, tell you people a little secret, a tiny, tiny secret. β
As he spoke, he actually smiled, stupidly, and looked like a dementia patient.
What's wrong with this guy? Is it really sleepwalking?
Suddenly, the guy pulled out his gun again!
Ah, does he still want to kill me?
However, instead of aiming the gun at me, he reversed the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at himself!
He, what is he doing? Could it be that he wanted to kill himself?
I was stunned, and the gun in my hand hung down.
"The secret is: Actually, I'm not the murderer! I'm really not! He yelled at the muzzle of the gun.
The voice was so harsh that I subconsciously lowered my head and shrunk my neck.
"I'm just a schizophrenic!" The bald policeman cried out, "But who in this world is not?" Hahaha, aren't you too? β
I was stunned and looked up.
However, the next scene stunned me!
He actually stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouthΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·