Luo Sheng made a bet with An Yi and proposed: bet on the existence of God. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The man who was as steady as Mount Tai did not understand what Luo Sheng's bet had to do with the case, and he showed that he was an atheist who used theory to prove the facts, and he would not waver.

Luo Sheng just smiled after hearing this, and did not push himself to either side of the gambling game, but he laughed weakly, and let out a long breath after laughing, as if he once had the same idea as this great man, and then it was subverted to the fullest.

Yu Weiliang's smile was very similar to Luo Sheng from several angles, and with these weird angles, he couldn't help but replay all the things that Luo Sheng had said to An Yi before that.

An Yi moved the recorder in the direction of Yu Weiliang.

"It's okay, please continue."

The woman nodded, "Okay." ”

"On July 2nd, Luo Sheng and I met after I got off work, and I was on duty that weekend, and Luo Sheng came to the hospital to pick me up......" The woman's tone of voice was calm and smooth, if she pinched her head and tail and only listened to the content, she didn't feel that what she said was anything to think about and be extremely scary.

The recorder was tirelessly recording, and Yu Weiliang finished the whole process of her and Luo Sheng together on July 2, An Yi put the recorder back in her pocket, as satisfied as an autumn harvest, and said goodbye, wanting to go back to the "safe place" and Luo Sheng to explore carefully.

In fact, on July 2nd, Yu Weiliang and Luo Sheng's daily life, it doesn't sound weird on the surface, it's everything that an ordinary couple should do on a date.

However, Luo Sheng asked An Yi to risk being wanted to collect evidence, but there is some thrilling secret hidden in this "ordinary".

An Yi racked his brains for Luo Sheng's murder case, and his left and right brains did everything.

Since he took over last night, he has not been able to get any answers, but the reason why he chose to believe in Luo Sheng and hold him hostage at gun was the identity of the deceased, a question that left him with great doubts at the scene of the crime.

- A police officer who had first-hand access to the scene was not allowed to see the deceased, and the high-ranking personnel from somewhere covered the body tightly and took it away, so quickly that the officer's superiors kept silent about it.

What could be more unsettling than this?

He hurried back to the police station, he wanted to see the prisoner. Since he killed that person, there's no reason why he doesn't know who he killed, right?

And when Luo Sheng mentioned the "face of the deceased" in the interrogation room and all the strange changes that followed-no matter his phone calls to his boss or any colleague, no one answered, and he tried other methods, he knocked on the door of his boss's house, no one, no one, no one. The fact that everyone he knew had evaporated was maddening, wasn't it?

Everything, all of which pushed An Yi to Luo Sheng's camp - he chose to believe in a criminal for the time being, so why not believe it.

And then, Luo Sheng mentioned his butter cat research institute and its research content, and An Yi was shocked. To be precise, there is a filament that is pulling away his godless ideas like a rock.

The recorder lay quietly in An Yi's pocket, as if the answer was on his chest, but he was still moving forward in the middle of thousands of miles.

The "safe place" that Luo Sheng said is not a place to avoid people's eyes, in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the city, a high-rise apartment, on the 29th floor, at the end of the four households on the first floor.

The reason why it is "safe" is because he has installed a signal shielding device in the room, and necessary monitoring equipment, such as being able to see the unit door and the corridor.

In the relaxing blue of the living room, there are occasionally a few gray or white furniture, which is more appropriate to say that this is a place to be alone in a prosperous situation.

Rason nested in a row of sofas, white fabric sofas, like being trapped in thick clouds that stretched and stacked. A card flipped up and down between his fingers, and he stared at the card, specifically, at the tiny white font on it, for a moment's notice until it was a blur. At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the line of sight.

Luo Sheng turned his gaze and looked up at his new partner: "Is there a gain?" ”

An Yi threw the recorder to Luo Sheng, "You listen first." Then he poured himself a glass of water and drank it all in one go, even if he was very tired, he was methodical and calm when he walked to the sofa and sat down, Luo Sheng couldn't imagine what kind of world changes this guy would be in a hurry.

The voice recorder lying in the center of the palm, in Luo Sheng's view, no longer simply has the function of a voice recorder, to a large extent, it may contain the key factors that affect the whole thing, just like the butterfly effect.

Luo Sheng silently pressed the play button——

"On July 2nd, Luo Sheng and I met after I got off work...... That restaurant is the style I like, almost seven or eight times out of ten dinners will be there, unfortunately, the dinner that day was not pleasant, I quarreled with Luo Sheng, for the sake of marriage, I am not young anymore, if I don't find a place of my own as soon as possible, I'm afraid there will be no chance. Luo Sheng is good at everything, but he always avoids this question, I don't like his casual attitude, I am very honest with Officer An, if I can't get married, I have the idea of killing him......"

After hearing this, Luo Sheng and An Yi glanced at each other, "What did she tell you like this?" She wants to kill me? Sometimes, women can be the most incomprehensible and terrifying creatures on the planet. ”

"I don't want to beat around the bush, do you hear anything?" An Yi lit a cigarette and automatically skipped the topic of not working.

"Since July 2nd, I haven't seen Yu Weiliang again, as a police officer, you went to look for her, didn't she ask me what happened?"

"No, not only did she not ask, but the wrong sentence she said by mistake was definitely not accidentally said wrong."

"I've noticed that, too." Luo Sheng picked up the recorder again, intending to press the play button to listen to it again, but soon he felt that it was unnecessary, and immediately said: "This is called a speech error, a negligent language error, but in fact, this kind of mistake is not an accidental event that arises for no reason, but a serious psychological action." ”

An Yi nodded: "Introduction to Freud's psychoanalysis, I thought the same way at the time. ”

"So you're saying—"

"On the day that Yu Weiliang misremembered, that is, the 'Wednesday' she mispronounced, she met you."

Luo Sheng jumped up from the sofa, "Impossible! ”

"Well, I can only think that one of you is lying."

In the blink of an eye, the gun in An Yi's hand was already pointed at Luo Sheng's nose, and the sound of the bullet loading was more shocking than a thunderclap. He still couldn't fully trust the murderer, the truth was a yes or no, and his gun could be pointed at anyone he thought was suspicious at any time.

Because things are really hellish and weird, and there is no need to be reasonable in the events that go beyond the scope of cognition. A person like An Yi, who has always been dogmatic and subjective—either right or wrong—knows that a person will certainly not lie if he faces death head-on.

Luo Sheng raised his hands, but let out a sigh of relief: "An Yi, okay - Officer An, if I lie, why should I let you go to Yu Weiliang for evidence, you are not stupid, you just have no choice, put down the gun, believe me, you can only believe me at present." ”

In Luo Sheng's opinion, this policeman is not the key in the whole incident, but he now needs a witness, a strong witness, to prove for him that he is not crazy. Especially let this kind of atheist who only talks about fairness and justice in everything prove it.

The green tendons protruding from An Yi's forehead were like meandering, and then gradually calmed down. But the muzzle of the gun is still pointed at Luo Sheng, and he can't compromise.

"Then you explain, you make it clear who the deceased is, and you haven't said it until now."

"I don't have enough foothold to say that, unless I figure out the whole thing, you look at this card first."

"What do you mean?"

Luo Sheng held up the cards that he had been playing between his fingers just now in front of An Yi's eyes, pointed to the lines of white fonts on them, looked at An Yi's eyes and said, "Have you ever played a werewolf game?" ”