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I ignored Shen Mo's words.

At this time, I was not in the mood to explain the origin and legend between Buddhism and Taoism with her, so I glanced at her lightly and asked:

"You said you found the identity of the deceased? What is he doing? ”

Shen Mo didn't dwell on the problem of the demon pestle anymore, and said softly:

"The deceased's name is Zuo Jialiang, a native of N Province, 22 years old, a junior at XX University in this city."

At this point, she looked up at me:

"Since last year, he has set up a 'supernatural literature club' to recruit all the students in the school who are interested in supernatural events. But they're not like you, they don't write text, they shoot videos and post them online. ”

Before Shen Mo glanced at the corpse's legs, he continued in a strange tone:

"The deceased had a girlfriend, and the deceased was a classmate, and a member of the supernatural literature club, and we also investigated him, and the girl's logical thinking skills were terrifying, although she was perfect for every question we had, but I always felt that an overly perfect answer was a mistake in itself."

I glanced at her 'begging for praise', ignored it, and then asked:

"What's the girl's name?"

"Lin Xiwen, how is it? Sounds good, right? ”

"Did you ask her if she knew about Zuo Jialiang's thing?"

"I asked, and she said they hadn't had an intimate relationship yet, so she didn't know."

As he spoke, he handed me a photo.

"Look, this is a photo of the deceased Zuo Jialiang and his girlfriend Lin Xiwan, how do you feel?"

I took it and took a look, and it showed a young couple, hugging and snuggling together. It's just that the one who is a little bird is the deceased Zuo Jialiang.

Judging from the photos, Lin Xiwen is probably at least 15---20 cm taller than Zuo Jialiang.

I raised my head and looked at Shen Mo suspiciously.

Shen Mo pouted at the corpse:

"The deceased is 1.76 meters tall, but that Lin Xiwan, who is 1.95 meters tall, is the height of the standard women's volleyball team, it's a pity that she didn't play volleyball."

I glanced at the photo again, pointed to Lin Xiwu in the photo and asked Shen Mo:

"What's this girl wearing around her neck?"

Shen Mo glanced down:

"Persian silk scarves, at first glance, are genuine, what? You want to buy it for me? ”

"I'm asking you why she's wearing a silk scarf on such a hot day?"

Indeed, Zuo Jialiang in the photo is shirtless, and Lin Xiwen is only wearing a small suspender, but the silk scarf around her neck looks like a material that is not very breathable, which is a bit too much.

Shen Mo looked at me thoughtfully for a while, and said with a smile:

"Your mind is even finer than a woman!"

At half past five in the afternoon, we found Lin Xiwen in front of the school cafeteria.

She was visibly flustered when she saw us, but quickly calmed down. I took a look and she still had a silk scarf around her neck, but it wasn't the one in the photo.

We found a bench next to the cafeteria and sat down, and I asked Lin Xiwen straight to the point:

"How much do you know about Zuo Jialiang's death?"

Lin Xiwan looked at me blankly:

"I don't know anything about it, do I? He hadn't come to me for a long time, and the phone couldn't get through, and I went to their dormitory to look for him, and the people in the dormitory didn't know where he had gone! I knew that you came to me two days ago, and I learned that he was dead. ”

A touch of sadness appeared on Lin Xiwan's face, and it could be seen that she was not pretending.

Her voice was a little strange, as if she could suppress her voice, which made it very uncomfortable to listen to.

Just like what Shen Mo said, this Lin Xiwan is thoughtful and speaks without leakage. I don't believe it if she killed Zuo Jialiang, but she must know something, but she doesn't seem to be planning to tell us.

The "Supernatural Literature Society" founded by Zuo Jialiang is located in an abandoned air-raid shelter behind the library. Lin Xiwen said that in order to use this air-raid shelter as the headquarters of the Supernatural Literature Society, Zuo Jialiang did not hesitate to speak, and finally made sense that the leaders of the Academic Affairs Office agreed to use this air-raid shelter for them.

The air-raid shelter is not big, and after walking down the stairs, there is only a space of a few hundred square meters, surrounded by concrete walls, and there are no rooms as I imagined.

There was nothing but a dozen tables and chairs in the entire bomb shelter.

I looked around, and I didn't find anything other than some wax oil on a table near the corner.

After leaving school, I said to Shen Mo:

"Tell you Team Zhang, investigate that Lin Xiwen."

Shen Mo smiled:

"You think there's something wrong with her, right? Why do you think she killed Zuo Jialiang? ”

I glared at Shen Mo:

"Who said that Lin Xiwen killed Zuo Jialiang? Even if you kill me, Lin Xiwen won't kill Zuo Jialiang. ”

Shen Mo raised his hand and slapped me, and said in shame:

"Don't sell it! Don't you suspect why Lin Xiwen wants to investigate? ”

"I want you to check her true identity, in that case, you can directly or indirectly know the cause of Zuo Jialiang's death. She must not have killed Zuo Jialiang, but she must know something we don't know! ”

Three days later, in the morgue of Shen Mo's unit, Lin Xiwen sat on the ground with a blank expression, and Zhang Dongqiang stood beside him.

Shen Mo and I carried Zuo Jialiang's body out and placed it in front of Lin Xiwen.

Zhang Dongqiang said lightly:

"Look at it, look at how badly he died. Don't you want him to die? ”

Lin Xiwen glanced at Zuo Jialiang's unrecognizable corpse sadly, and her eyes gradually turned red, but she didn't mean to speak.

After a while, I suddenly spoke:

"What did you summon in the dugout?"

Lin Xiwan's body trembled instantly, and there was a touch of horror in her eyes. But she is still trying her best to hide her emotions, not wanting us to see:

"No, no, we just like supernatural literature, and we haven't tried anything."

"What's the matter with the wax on that table? Why did you cut the crotch of your pants? ”

Lin Xiwan raised her head violently and looked at me incredulously:

"You, how do you know?!"

I smiled faintly:

"Because I'm a man."

Lin Xiwan glanced at me dejectedly, and lowered her head to look at Zuo Jialiang's corpse. After a long time, she sighed deeply, her voice was not deliberately suppressed, it sounded a little neutral, but it was very comfortable.

"Liangliang and I have known each other for a long time."

Zhang Dongqiang glanced back at me, pulled over a chair and sat down in front of Lin Xiwen, quietly waiting for her next step.

"At that time, we were still in high school, we were at the same table, and we had a good relationship. We are both very interested in paranormal events, and we often go on adventures together to places where paranormal events are rumored to have occurred, and shoot videos of the whole process. ”

As "she" is told, an incredibly absurd story gradually emerges.

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