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Gen. 2:8 And the LORD God set up a garden in Eden in the east, and put the man he had made there. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Gen. 2:9 And the LORD God made every tree grow out of the ground, that it might be pleasing to the eye, and that the fruit thereof might be food. And in the midst of the garden there was a tree of life, and a tree of good and evil.

Gen2:15And the LORD God put the man in the Garden of Eden, and made him repair and keep it.

Gen. 2:16 And the LORD God said unto him, Thou shalt eat as much as thou shalt eat from every tree of the garden.

Gen. 2:17 But you must not eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for in the day you eat of it you will surely die. ”

Anyone can see that this is the Bible. You may wonder why I put it at the beginning of the book of Genesis, but it's the heart of the story.

In this world, many times, there is often a causal relationship between the two that seem to be unrelated.

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Chapter 01 Most Wanted Questions to Ask

On the night of the full moon, he fired two shots at the hole in the roof that was missing—

The subject is lying face down in the house, red splashing everywhere. The residual heat of the muzzle and the smell of blood diffused and shouted in the air, vying to be the first to describe the death that had occurred that night.

In front of the huge and translucent silver moon, he stood with his backlight, not evil, but like a ghost stepping into the abyss.

In the darkness, he stared down at the man he had just killed, the room was very brightly lit, and the dead man was lying in the clear clear, and the rest of his body was enough for him to see except his face.

And at the same time as he saw clearly, he began to tremble...... Self-control can't. The obvious truth made his chest rise and fall more violently than when he was shot, and even had difficulty breathing, and even in an instant, he felt that all the bones of his body were being pulled away, and the whole person was paralyzed and lost his sense of existence.

The fact he saw - almost caused him to die suddenly on the spot.

"No way, nothing like this will happen in the world......" he muttered to himself, shaking his lips, going crazy.

The truth is like a huge wave that overturns a small boat, shattering all the knowledge of his life so far.

No way, this is absolutely impossible.

He looked up to the sky and spun around, the night sky was like a huge black hole, which could suck all the reason out of people, and he felt that the world was not real, or that he had gone crazy.

"Throw away your weapon and put your hands on your head."

Suddenly, a stern voice interrupted his sluggish consciousness and pulled him back into nervous tension again.

He looked down, and at some point, a policeman appeared in the room, pointing a gun at him, and a red dot passed through the hole in the roof and aimed at his left chest, without deviation.

He didn't react, his heart was being pointed at a gun, but he lost the corresponding stimulation he should have, his basic perception seemed to be turned off, he couldn't even feel the gun in his hand, and the extra policeman in front of him was like a dream arrangement, and he suspected that something was wrong with his vision and psychology.

"Put the gun down, don't make me say it a third time."

The police warned again, and he noticed that the people on the roof were strange, at least not after most murderers committed their crimes...... The policeman pondered a certain word, and it was difficult for him to describe the man's reaction, he had never seen anything like this, like a person who had been evacuated.

At this time, several more police officers were added to the house, and the scene was controlled, including a radius of 500 meters from the center of the scene. Although he stood on the roof, he was nothing more than a caged bird waiting to be caught.

He didn't run away, he disarmed, and stood like a puppet. He didn't shout "I didn't kill the man", he knew clearly that it was his own gun, and the man died right under his nose, beyond any doubt, but ...... A very important "but".

He was arrested instantly. His arms were twisted violently behind him by the two police officers who climbed onto the roof, and his shoulders were almost dislocated.

When he was sent into the police car, he heard someone behind him calling "Officer An", judging from the voice of the person's answer, it should be the first person to point a gun at him just now.

Officer An, he wrote it down, silently reading these three words in his heart, he guessed that Officer An might interrogate him, he hoped so, he had something quite important to confirm, and the only person who could be confirmed at the moment was Officer An.

The police car sped back to the police station, where he was put in a makeshift cell where he awaited interrogation five minutes later.

He leaned against the rusty iron railing, and the smell of rust crept into his nostrils, exactly the same smell of blood he had smelled when he shot "that man".

The fact that the man, the deceased, was put in quotation marks in his mind meant that he had questioned the essence of the dead man, and in his own words it was not real.

And what about the police who arrested him? Is it true that what happened next? His shoulder still hurts, if it was a dream, would it hurt that much? And the handcuffs on the wrists, the smell of feces and urine in this makeshift cell, and the messy patterns on the dirty walls that I don't know what graffiti to use...... These were all very clear and stimulating his senses, and if it was a dream, there was always one thing that was not clear, wasn't it? He asked himself repeatedly, repeatedly confirmed himself...... He didn't get any explanation other than the intense tinnitus.

At this time, the only person he wanted to see was Officer An.

He struggled to calm down, stay awake, and wait to be interrogated.

Soon entering the interrogation room, he sat across a square table with two police officers, a man and a woman, with his hands clasped behind his back, handcuffed and barefoot, and his shoes were confiscated when he was escorted into the police station.

"What's your name? Age? Occupation? Where are the people? Where do you live? ”

The interviewer was a male police officer, with a bun face, glasses, and a fat side. When he looked at him, he was like a vendetta against his relatives, and his eyes were full of arrows.

He didn't care much about the hostility of the bun face, after all, this interrogation room could only be used for questioning, and the monitor was not allowed to be violent. The point is, that look was not lethal to him.

He sniffed, tilted his head and replied: "Luo Sheng, 32 years old, occupation is ......" He thought about it, he couldn't answer this question directly, it had to be covered up. "Researcher of the Institute of Plant Purification Science and Technology, a native of Liuzhou, Zhejiang, now lives here, Fengqing Community, Heping Road."

"Slam" slam the table - "Where is this to make it clear!" "The bun face is powerful for the first time, and the expected value is proportional to the current effect.

Luo Sheng sneered, "You are a policeman here, do you need to ask me this question?" But he didn't say that, just swallowed his saliva silently, licked his lips and whispered, "Here is ......"

"Okay, okay, where is this still the place to ask him? You can just fill it in yourself. The female police officer next to her was obviously more intelligent than Baozi's face, and then glanced at the criminal with an ambiguous gaze.

As a criminal, Rason can be ranked in the top two of the most handsome criminals, and the first place is definitely his Siamese twins. If the death penalty is imposed, it is enough to cause a large number of ladies to lament, and it may also include some men.

"What time is it? It's better to tell me the date as well. Luo Sheng suddenly asked, he needed to clarify the time from this moment, and he realized that time was a key link.

"July 9th, 22:35, what's wrong?" The clever female police officer gave him an answer.

"I want to see Officer An, I have something important to tell him."

"You're here to speak." Baozi's face has always been angry, which has a deep relationship with his image and the difference between him and the criminal, and for him, this kind of interrogation makes him frustrated when he has no self-confidence.

Luo Sheng is generally tolerant of "naivety", and he only cares about the gradual passage of time now, and he must see Officer An, must!

"I want to see Officer An, or I won't say a word again." Rason leaned back in his chair - handcuffs, bare feet, and messy hair could not hide his eye-catching charm from within.

"Humph! If you say it or not, you are a murderer, you are a murderer. The suspect's contempt completely infuriated the bun's face, and at last he was tense, like a woman with poor language, who could only use the most straightforward and fierce words to retaliate.

Luo Sheng couldn't help laughing, and smiled even more contemptuously: "This, what you said here doesn't count." "Do you have legal knowledge? What procedures do you have to go through to convict, these words, he thought about it for a while or forget it, it was too hurtful.

"Kala-" Baozi slammed the table, threw the pen, and he stood up, not tall, but had the courage to take revenge on the spot.

"You say it again, if you have the ability, you say it again." He pointed at Luo Sheng's nose, furious.

"What are you impulsive..... The monitor is patting, do you want to be helped by your superiors alone? The clever female police officer tugged at her colleague's cuff.

The scene is a little chaotic.

Surprised, someone pushed the door and entered the interrogation room, and all three of them looked at the door at the same time.

-- Officer An.

Luo Sheng's eyes lit up, the same feeling as he felt at first sight. This man's appearance has no outstanding characteristics, he is not an exaggerated and beautiful man, but he has an outstanding temperament, unrivaled calm and reliable, giving people a sense of steadiness that can be pinned on life. Especially those deep eyes, and the Sichuan characters that are often slightly frowned in the center of the eyebrows, when you look at him, you don't have the idea of lying in your heart.

The female police officer stood up and saluted slightly, no doubt that she had seen her boss.

"He said he would only talk to you." She whispered to her chief and glanced at Luo Sheng again. And the bun face first saluted the chief, and then looked at the female police officer. I look at you, but you look at someone else—that's the truth that Baozi's face reveals from the two tiny windows on his face.

Officer An nodded slightly: "Well, you guys go out first." Then he calmly walked over to the square table, pulled over the chair and sat down, and lit a cigarette.

Officer An didn't speak, just smoked, and looked at the suspect silently through a thin layer of mist, and the Sichuan character on his brow deepened.

After the two police officers walked out of the room and closed the door, Luo Sheng broke the silence and spoke first.

"You figured something was wrong, you couldn't figure it out, did you?"

The calm man was still silent, but perhaps he was trying to hide the chaos of countless questions in his heart colliding with each other.

Luo Sheng stared into Officer An's eyes...... Suddenly, he leaned forward, folding the chair and dragging out a screeching noise, he lowered his voice and said, "I know you saw it, right?" ”

"See what?" The other party responded calmly.

"The face of the dead—"

Like the thunder that burst out of the air in the middle of the night, the killing power of these four words instantly shook the man who collapsed in front of him without changing his color, his eyelids trembled for a moment, but soon, he was calm again.

"See, what's wrong?"

"You're lying!" Luo Sheng said without hesitation, "If you saw it, you wouldn't be so calm talking to me now." ”

Officer Ann extinguished his cigarette, and the question in his mind seemed to have found some kind of exit, and the answer seemed to be about to appear in the next conversation.

He also leaned forward, closing the distance between himself and the criminal.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"It's important that you answer my question first."

After a few seconds of silence, the man took out another cigarette from his police uniform, lit it, and took a deep breath: "Okay—I didn't see it clearly. ”

"You didn't see it clearly after that?" Luo Sheng continued to ask.

"After that, someone else disposed of the corpse, so I didn't see it clearly, okay?"

Luo Sheng glanced at the monitor in the upper right corner, and he knew that the device could only see the picture and not hear the sound.

"Alright, what I say to you next is very important......"

At this critical moment, the door of the interrogation room was suddenly slammed open, and the wall that collided with it was smashed into lime, leaving several signs of destruction that matched the shape of the door frame.

Five special police officers with guns rushed in, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at Luo Sheng, including Officer An.