New York, one of the most congested cities in the world.

Even if the police car flashed red and honked its siren "dripping dirt", it was still stuck in the road.

It's not that other people don't give way, it's that the endless traffic just can't give way.

Qi Zihuan sat in the back row, and a burly young policeman sat next to him on either side.

Even though he showed no sign of resisting law enforcement from the time he put on the handcuffs to the time he followed him into the car, the two young policemen were still vigilant and leaned slightly to the middle, stretching out their strong and powerful hands, holding his arm with one hand and holding the belt at the back of his waist with the other.

This is the standard position in the police manual, and if the criminal makes any abnormal move, he can be guaranteed to immediately restrain his arms and lower back, and press him to the stainless steel railing between the front and rear of the police car.

It seems that in Wenner's mind, Qi Zihuan has been elevated from the leader of the cult to the height of a terrorist.

Qi Zihuan didn't feel too much discomfort, quietly and honestly squeezed among the police, looking at the rear of the car in front of him through the stainless steel guardrail with interest.

The car in front may be an oriental fan, and there is a Chinese car sticker on the butt of the car - the word "forbearance" in bright yellow italics.

Combined with the traffic jam with the sound of horns but not moving, this word of forbearance seems interesting, and I don't know whether it is a motto to warn myself or specially posted for the car behind.

Wenner, in the passenger seat, was listening to the real-time situation of the scene investigation on his mobile phone.

Wenner learned from the previous investigation that Qi Zihuan had Chinese kung fu and some mysterious oriental tricks, so even if he was handcuffed, he didn't dare to relax at all, and immediately personally took a few policemen to transfer him to the police station - in Wenner's opinion, only by putting this guy in the police station detention room can he rest assured.

In addition to immediately investigating the cause of the explosion, one of the first priorities of the on-site personnel was to exhume an African-American corpse collector named Remy. According to the priest, the house where the explosion occurred in the backyard of the church was a morgue, and the corpse collector was usually in charge of it, and he should have been working in the house at the time of the accident.

After the explosion, some believers saw two figures standing in the rubble through the windows of the church.

However, the investigating police officer at the scene just called and claimed that a male body with multiple fractures all over his body had been exhumed in the rubble, although it had been burned beyond recognition, and it could be preliminarily judged to be of Caucasian race according to skeletal characteristics, although further identification was needed, but it should not be the black man named Remy.

There was no one else under the rubble but the corpse, dead or alive.

"Where's Remy?" Seeing that the road back to the police station was long, Wenner simply turned around and turned towards the back seat for interrogation.

Qi Zihuan glanced at Wenner and asked lightly, "Who is Remy?" ”

"It's the corpse collector in that morgue." Wenner said impatiently, "You must have come to the church to look for him, the priest said he didn't see you lingering in the hall of the church." Say, where is he? ”

"I don't know who you're talking about, I went to the morgue and didn't see anyone, but I did see a corpse covered in a white cloth." Qi Zihuan replied casually, wondering why he hadn't left this world yet.

"Do you still want to quibble? Some believers saw from their windows that two more people were present at the scene after the explosion, and a physical altercation broke out. According to eyewitness accounts, the man who rushed up and hit someone with his fist resembles you. And the other person is a black man in a suit, which should be Remy. ”

"Oh, confession...... As far as I know, confessions are circumstantial evidence and cannot be used as a basis for determining facts when confessions are merely confessional. Qi Zihuan shrugged his shoulders slightly, but such a subtle movement attracted the vigilance of the police next to him, and the palm on his arm tightened, "What's more, some fanatical believers often whisper, and sometimes claim to have seen Jesus......"

Wenner's sharp gaze shot from behind his black-rimmed glasses, and he turned the topic around and asked, "Then what are you doing here?" Recruit new adherents for your Eastern cult? Or looking for offerings? ”

Qi Zihuan smiled a little.

In his opinion, although Wenner's imagination is amazing, his way of thinking cannot be separated from the bloody American-style cult.

Sacrificing the living? How wicked!

It is still more harmonious, stable and sustainable development for female believers.

"Again, as I said before, a few of us survivors think we're on the 'Grim Reaper' list and are trying to save ourselves. Of course, I think I also need to make arrangements for the aftermath, so I have been investigating which funeral home has the best makeup skills in the past few days, but I didn't expect that not only did I not find the person in charge today, but I also encountered this inexplicable explosion. "Qi Zihuan is talking nonsense from afar.

"Qi Zihuan, don't think you can still fool around! You're in serious doubt about the bombing and Remy's disappearance alone......"

Wenner's inquiry was gaged by Qi Zihuan all the time, and he also became angry and scolded loudly.

Qi Zihuan didn't take it seriously, but suddenly his face turned solemn and his brows furrowed deeply.

Later, he simply closed his eyes and pursed his mouth very tightly.

Wenner became more and more angry, and continued: "We have checked, your business has been completely ruined, and you have used this plane accident to gather these survivors together, and have become the leader of them completely...... And you have always been just an ordinary businessman before, and then you suddenly showed some strange skills, Chinese kung fu, hypnotism, and what tricks of the little paper man, I heard that you can control the little paper man from a long distance without being on the scene? You say that you have done so many things, but you have no intentions, who will believe you! ”

Qi Zihuan suddenly opened his eyes, and there were some bloodshots in his eyes.

"Can I manipulate a paper figure from a distance? Who told you that? ”

Seeing that he was finally willing to speak, Wenner said with some pride: "My partner has already found out, and you still want to deny it?" ”

"Your partner? By the way, why didn't you see Agent Ciric today? Qi Zihuan asked very slowly, and his voice was low.

"He's sick today and he's on leave." Wenner continued his self-righteous psychological offensive, "Don't get away, Qi Zihuan, do you think you cover it up well?" The first time I was in the information room at the airport, I noticed that the folder was in a different location after you left, and I didn't think much about you...... Fortunately, Ciric reminded me, and I remembered that you know hypnotism, and then you ...... a trick."

"Ciric?"

Qi Zihuan lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Wenner finally sensed something was wrong.

But before he could react, he saw Qi Zihuan's hands suddenly open.

The chain in the middle of the police handcuffs was torn off.

Lightweight as fake.