"Good boy, pretty fast?" Wu Qiwen gritted his teeth and said, it's not good, the suspect under his command is not only the murderer of Huang Luozi, but also the murderer of He Moxi!

Wu Qiwen escorted him back to the bureau, looking radiant, as if he had made a great contribution.

He brought people into the interrogation room. The thin man sitting across from him was expressionless.

Say. What are you doing sneaking around in someone else's house in the middle of the night? ”

There was no answer.

"Hey! You speak! Do you know that the family has died in the past two days? ”

There was no answer.

", are you dumb? Speak! You didn't kill people! ”

There was no answer.

Wu Qiwen slapped the table and stood up angrily, and Group B leader suddenly broke in.

"Wu Qiwen! What's your business! If you want to be tried, I will also try it. You are no longer qualified to meddle in this case! ”

"I caught the man! I'm going to see what's wrong! ”

"If you mess around like this again, I'll notify the director immediately!"

“……”

"I didn't kill it." Just as they were about to quarrel, a voice suddenly sounded. The thin man finally opened the golden mouth. His expression was gray and stiff, without a hint of brilliance.

Both of them looked at the thin man in amazement, and Wu Qiwen immediately sat back, leaning forward against the table.

"Then why did you run to the victim's door in the early hours of the morning two nights in a row, and you were still sneaky? What do you have to do with the victim Huang Luozi? ”

The thin man stared at Wu Qiwen blankly: "I don't know what you said about Huang Luozi." ”

Wu Qiwen said angrily: "Huang Luozi is the man you killed!" ”

The thin man still said in a flat tone: "I didn't kill it." ”

"Okay. Since you are so backbone, you have always denied that you killed people. Then tell me what you are doing at his door at night. And I'm going to catch you, what are you running for? If you're not a prisoner, what do you run! It's not that the heart is empty! ”

The thin man lowered his eyes, looked at the floor, and did not speak for a long time.

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The thin man's real name is Dong Yanke.

He is 1.75 meters tall, 30 years old, and lives alone.

He usually works as a programmer in a computer company.

One day after work, Dong Yanke packed his things and prepared to leave with his briefcase. A colleague behind him patted him on the shoulder, "Yanke, do you want to go to dinner together?" ”

Dong Yanke reacted violently and flashed the other party's touch, glanced at his colleague with his spare eyes, and said coldly: "No need." Then, he quickly left.

The colleagues in the back were full of unhappiness, "Cut, what to drag." The technology is amazing. It's not been a downward slide lately, the myth of scenery is a thing of the past! ”

Another colleague stepped forward: "Forget it, don't call him." He never attends our events. ”

In the eyes of his colleagues, Dong Yanke is silent, loner, introverted, and never talks to other people, but his technical attainments are indeed the number one in the company. Skinny, eye-catching

Dong Yanke, who has sunken orbits, becomes a mysterious man between them.

After Dong Yanke left the company, he dragged his steps home. He is out of step with the crowds, like a nocturnal ghost.

Walking and walking, suddenly, he felt a convulsion in his body, his breathing became short, his consciousness began to disperse, the green tendons on his neck bulged, his eyeballs bulged, and a surge of thirst from the depths of ** surged like a swarm, hitting the high wall of consciousness one after another.

He staggered in the direction of his home, turned into a dark alley, and hid in front of one of the uninhabited alleys, and sat on the ground in a state of confusion, his hands trembling, rummaging through his briefcase.

Finally, he pulled out a sealed bag containing a white powdery object. He poured the powder inside into his hand, as if he had found a treasure, he leaned his head close to the powder, inhaled it deeply with his nose, and let out a long sigh, his soul seemed to be rescued in an instant, Dong Yanke's face showed a satisfied expression, his whole body was as comfortable as a flick of his fingers, and his smile seemed to have gone to heaven.

When he opened his eyes again in enjoyment, there was a person wearing a peaked cap standing not far from him, that person was wearing a treacherous mask, black and white were intertwined, and the eyes were a small black spot, like a bottomless black hole, and the clothes that the person was wearing were also inky black, which made Dong Yanke panic and fear.

But as soon as he looked up, the man walked away quickly.

Being peeped into by a strange person to find out the secret he was most ashamed of, Dong Yanke stood up and put the treasure in his bag and followed slowly, but the man in black in the mask disappeared after a corner.

Dong Yanke had no choice but to return home restlessly.

As soon as you open the door, there are needles, sealed bags, medicine boxes, disposable lunch boxes, disposable chopsticks and other garbage on the ground.

It was a closed room with no windows. I don't know how long the garbage has been hoarded and has not been cleaned up, and the lack of sunlight all year round has caused a smell of decay to permeate the unventilated air. This confined space was deliberately created by him, and there was originally a window, which Dong Yanke sealed with cement because he was afraid of being snooped on by any living creature to find out the secrets in it.

Dong Yanke turned out the remaining powder he had just smoked in his briefcase, only the one left in the bag was left, and there was no stock, and he couldn't help frowning a little anxiously. Recently, the price of white powder has risen again, and even if he earns 12,000 a month, it can't support his huge expenses at all.

He looked at the pill box next to the bed again, and there was not much medicine. Although this medicine is very uncomfortable to eat, he still has to take it every day, Dong Yanke took out a pill from the three medicine boxes and swallowed it with water.

Then lie quietly on the bed, as if waiting for the blessing of death.

Nearly an hour had passed, and he began to have symptoms of dizziness and spinning, his body fluttering, and there was an indescribable feeling, both painful and pleasant, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.

There was even a hallucination, in my mind, a woman's **, that woman used to be his lover, Dong Yanke stepped forward to beg for pleasure, but was rejected by the ** woman, he was very annoyed by this, and threw the quilt and clothes on the woman.

The picture changes again, it is a scene of an argument, the protagonist is him and his parents, the father does his best to pick up the hard objects around him and throw them at him, like throwing garbage, his mouth is full of spit and saying something, his mother is kneeling in front of them and crying, Dong Yanke let those utensils smash on his face and body, and a grief-stricken mood tightly entangles him.

His hot body and desperate mood make life worse than death.

When he opened his eyes again, the silence in the room, the impermeable narrow space, as if he was the only one left alive in this world, and all the pain was infinitely magnified and tightly wrapped around him.

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