Mao Daxin's words inspired Jiang Qiao, and she looked at Mao Daxin in disbelief: "What do you mean... What I have seen has confirmed our inference as to why the corpses are missing... ”

"Yes, maybe, we can figure out all the doubts from her." Mao Daxin nodded and turned to look at the woman.

Jiang Qiao's eyes also moved to the woman curled up in the corner.

"Lin Ling? You are Lin Ling. ”

The woman didn't react, Jiang Qiao sat at the table in the interrogation room, she didn't dare to look up, she could only look sideways at Mao Daxin, and then turned her head to look at the glass, behind the glass was Jiang Li, who was originally in this position, but for some reason, Jiang Li temporarily asked her to replace herself.

Just ten minutes ago.

According to the plan, Mao Daxin and Jiang Li walked into the interrogation room and sat opposite the woman. The female Mao Daxin took the lead in asking the woman a few simple questions, but the woman did not speak, but just made a whining sound from her mouth.

Jiang Qiao sat alone in the next room, carefully observing the situation in the interrogation room through the glass. The woman lowered her head, her feet curled up, and the whole person shrunk in the chair, her hands were forcibly buckled on the armrests of the chair, and she was so immersed in her own world.

"You are Lin Ling, and your husband is Zheng Ming, right?" Mao Daxin didn't get an answer for a long time, and couldn't help but export again.

Jiang Qiao looked down at the information, this Lin Ling should be thirty-nine years old now, and her husband Zheng Ming, that is, the other deceased person in the house, is the marketing director of a certain power company, this power company Jiang Qiao has heard a little, and it is a state-owned enterprise in Jiangcheng City. Lin Ling herself does not have a job, but because of her husband's relationship, her life is still worry-free. She and her husband met in college and have been married for more than ten years, but they have no children.

If it really happens to be related to Prajna, then what kind of person does Lin Ling want to become?

The most important thing is that Lin Ling in front of him and the dead naked woman, which of them is the doll of the stand-in?

What really happened between them?

"We found the body of your husband Zheng Ming in the house, did you do it?" Without getting the expected answer, Mao Daxin had to move on to the next question and get straight to the point.

Jiang Qiao, who was behind the glass, didn't hear the woman's answer, and raised his head in confusion, but he happened to meet a pair of eyes.

It was a pair of smiling eyes, looking straight into her eyes through the one-way glass.

Can she see herself?

What is this woman laughing at?

Jiang Qiao couldn't imagine how she could laugh after such an incident.

"How old are you?" The woman suddenly spoke, her eyes still looking in Jiang Qiao's direction, as if she was asking Jiang Qiao this question.

No, not as if, the question is asking yourself. Jiang Qiao could tell from her eyes that this woman knew that she was watching her from behind the glass.

Jiang Qiao was stunned for a moment, even if she knew that there was someone behind the glass, but why did she ask her age, could she see that she was not a policeman? No, you can't talk much. Jiang Qiao thought so, but heard his own voice sound: "I'm 25 years old." ”

Jiang Qiao was a little surprised, he obviously didn't want to speak, as if he couldn't control himself, Mao Daxin and Jiang Li in the interrogation room also looked in his direction with a look of surprise, Jiang Qiao suddenly remembered that there was communication equipment between the two rooms, and what he just said must have been transmitted to them.

"You're so young, are you married?" The woman asked again.

Ask questions again?

Who's judging whom?!

Jiang Qiao pursed his lips a little irritably, and the next moment he heard his own voice again: "I'm not married yet." "What?! I obviously didn't want to answer, why did I talk again.

Oops, trouble. Jiang Qiao looked at Jiang Li frowning and making a handprint, feeling that something was wrong in his heart, and wanted to ask what was going on, but saw Mao Daxin turn around and gesture, knock on the table with a solemn face, stand up and walk out first.

Jiang Qiao stood uneasily and waited to be scolded, and sure enough, as soon as Mao Daxin entered the door, he shouted: "What are you doing, I don't know how to turn off the equipment first when you call." ”

Jiang Qiao originally lowered his head and was about to admit his mistake, but when he heard Mao Daxin say this, he was not happy, and retorted seriously: "I wasn't on the phone, she asked me a question, and I didn't know what's wrong, so I couldn't hold back for a while, so I answered." ”

"What are you talking about?" Mao Daxin's tone became very strange, Jiang Qiao raised his head, only to see his eyes like a ghost, and muttered: "You were the only one talking just now, Lin Ling didn't speak at all?" ”

"How... How can it be? Jiang Qiao was anxious and grabbed Mao Daxin: "You... Didn't you hear her asking me questions? She asked, asked me age... Tie the knot... She... ”

"No, you're the only one who suddenly speaks here. Little Joe, what's wrong with you, it's the same there, before I can ask you, as soon as I get to the second floor, I see you talking to yourself, saying, 'What do they have to do with you, why do you want to fulfill their wishes?' 'Who were you talking to?' ”

Jiang Qiao suddenly understood, it turned out that the problem was Mao Daxin, he couldn't see or hear, in the room on the second floor, she was obviously talking to the mask of Panruo, but Mao Daxin said that there was nothing. She froze and said, "Don't you see Prajna, I'm talking to him." He told me that he was doing this for the purpose of finding the secret of Prajna. That's right, Jiang Li! Jiang Li is also present, what you can't see, he can see, let's go ask him. ”

"No?" Jiang Qiao couldn't believe his ears: "Jiang Li, what do you mean, didn't you see or hear it?" ”

Jiang Li nodded.

What's going on? Jiang Qiao looked at Jiang Li and Mao Daxin dumbfounded, it turned out that it was not that Mao Daxin couldn't see it, but only he could see it.

Is everything a dream of your own?

Don't... Can't tell the difference between reality and dreams?

"Xiao Qiao, don't panic first, let's sort it out together, you really heard her talking to you just now? What does she ask you? Mao Daxin watched Jiang Qiao's face change suddenly after listening to Jiang Li's words, the horror in her eyes couldn't be hidden, and she couldn't be blamed, she couldn't even see Jiang Li's eyes, indicating that everything she thought was real was all hallucinations in her mind.

"She asked me how old I was, and if I was married?" Jiang Qiao had been feeling a chill surging from the bottom of her heart, and at this moment, she even began to wonder if she was schizophrenic and mentally out of balance.

"Well, since we asked her and there was no response, why don't you ask, maybe you can ask something." Mao Daxin's mind turned and he thought of a good way.