"Name?"

"Chen Mo. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Gender?"

"Male"

"Age?"

"Age 22, occupation property sales, no social relations, no parents, no siblings, no relatives or friends."

"I ask a question and you answer, who made you speak!" The policeman in front of him said impatiently.

"Mr. Officer, am I a prisoner now?" Chen Mo said indifferently without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"What's wrong with not being a prisoner? Do you know what it means to cooperate with law enforcement? You think you're awesome, don't you? The policeman suddenly became angry, slammed the pen on the table, and shouted angrily.

"Officer Xie, what are you doing here?" Hearing the voice, the young police officer from before hurriedly ran over.

The officer's anger seemed to be punctured with his roar, and he looked at the young officer blankly, "I'm sorry, I can't record it for the time being, Xiao Song, you can take me a look!" ”

The officer, surnamed Xie, took two heavy breaths, turned his head and staggered out of position and staggered down the aisle.

Seeing the police officer surnamed Xie walk away, the young policeman glanced at Chen Mo apologetically, picked up the pen that fell on the ground, sat down and said, "I'm really sorry, today's case has a lot to do with Officer Xie, and the girl who died is also surnamed Xie." ”

"Oh no, I don't care." Chen Mo glanced at the aisle, his eyes flashed, the police officer surnamed Xie was leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette weakly at this time, looking out of the corridor from time to time, as if he was hesitating whether to go out, on the same street outside the police station, it was the cooperative hospital.

"Well, that's okay, let me introduce myself first, my surname is Song, Song Yunzhe."

"Chen Mo!"

"Okay, I'm not going to be verbose, I'll just know, what did you see before? What does clown mean? Song Yunzhe picked up the pen on the ground and wrote the word "clown" on a blank piece of paper.

"You won't believe it!"

Chen Mo leaned weakly on the back of the stool, everything that happened today seemed to be mentally prepared, but it really happened in front of him, and the impact was still so strong.

"Let's start with it, I'm also on the scene today, and although I don't want to be associated with the supernatural or anything like that, I have to say that I'm also hit hard! Maybe there will be eleven places in a while, and the Chinese dragon group or something will come to collect the files! Song Yunzhe unconsciously clicked on the paper, in fact, he didn't even believe it. However, he couldn't figure out why his intuitive shot into the air would fly blood.

"Can you tell me what the world is like?" Chen Mo stared at the tip of Song Yunzhe's pen and said.

"Materialism? Idealism? Song Yunzhe stared at Chen Mo's eyes and replied without answering.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Chen Mo lowered his head and replied unconsciously.

"Officer Song, this is the information you want." A policewoman walked over with a brown paper bag and said.

"So thin?" Song Yunzhe pinched the paper bag and said in surprise, opened it casually, and there was a medical record with a white cover, and then a few pieces of paper with information recorded.

"That's all for the main thing, and the rest of the small estimates will have to wait a while." The policewoman said.

"Okay, you're helping me to rush, and the camera footage of which boutique is also going to be as soon as possible." Song Yunzhe said hello and opened the medical record in his hand by himself.

"You've had a history of mental illness, and it says that you often hallucinate and can see things that others can't see, right?" Song Yunzhe looked at it for a long time and looked up and said.

"Hmm!"

"Is the clown one of them? Have you seen clowns before? ”

"Yes!" Chen Mo said.

"Ever there? Is it like it is today? Song Yunzhe asked with a frown.

"No, they have nothing to do with our world, just as we can't see them, they can't see us." Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, and various monster images appeared in front of him.

"It's okay, well, I want to ask, in the right now, in the police station, are there them?" Song Yunzhe nodded the tip of his pen and stared at Chen Mo's eyes and asked.

"You don't believe me!" Chen Mo glanced at Song Yunzhe lightly, Song Yunzhe's eyes didn't seem to make him have a trace of mood fluctuations, but he leaned back on the back of the chair silently.

"I'm sorry, in the current situation, anyone who is related or unrelated I will be suspicious, even if you mind, I can't change!" Song Yunzhe shook his head and turned his gaze to the information in his hand.

"You said before that you have no social connections, why is it written here that you also have an uncle? Your uncle is the legal representative of Wanhua Real Estate? Song Yunzhe said with his fingertips on the tip of the pen.

Chen Mo glanced at Song Yunzhe's finger lightly, noncommittal.

"Can you talk about it?" Song Yunzhe said.

"Well, as you see, nothing else." Chen Modao.

Song Yunzhe stopped with his fingers on the tip of the pen, and looked at Chen Mo fixedly, Shen Wanhua, the chairman of Wanhua Real Estate, has a lot of energy in the entire H Province, and it is hard to believe that the young people in front of him who are dressed ordinarily and even have some autistic tendencies will have something to do with Shen Wanhua.

You must know that Shen Wanhua is also a well-known diamond king, a man in his fifties, although there are constant peach scandals, but he has never had a de facto marriage, Song Yunzhe has reason to believe that there is definitely an unknown secret between the young man in front of him and Shen Wanhua.

Song Yunzhe tried to find the information of Chen Mo's parents, but only found two death certificates, the time of death was December 21, 2012, this day is so familiar! The cause of death was a car accident, but nothing else was known, and the others were Chen Mo's adoption information, which was also very brief, and it seemed that it would be over if the person was taken away and eaten.

The only information related to the deceased is that the deceased is currently studying in the high school where Chen Mo once graduated, but Chen Mo has been graduating for many years.

Seeing Song Yunzhe's thoughtful look, Chen Mo casually took out his mobile phone and flipped through it, no matter where he was, it was a day, but at the moment it was just a change from home to the police station, he didn't feel a little uncomfortable, and looked at the news on his mobile phone by himself.

A push piece of news suddenly caught Chen Mo's attention.

"Mi netizens claim to have photographed a "demon with wings""

When I opened the news, I saw the photo taken, a shadow that looked like a huge and thick palm tree standing at the end of the road, plus the light was dim, the picture was blurry, and the demon's facial features could not be seen at all.

It's just that Chen Mo's eyes couldn't help but condense, and a cold air couldn't help but pull up from the soles of his feet.

That's true!

Someone actually photographed the monsters he had seen before.

The sense of absurdity in this moment was almost suffocating, Chen Mo had almost adapted to the existence of those monsters, and he had almost completely believed that it was just his own illusion.

But, but just when he really convinced himself, those monsters actually killed people in front of him, and they were really filmed.

He could have filled in the details of the demon in the photo in his head, the claws, the scales, the slightly broken feathers, the lifeless demeanor, the way he stood quietly in the distance, completely, completely coincided with the appearance in the photo.

He has reason to believe that this is not a prank by netizens, because it is not the same as the legendary demon, it is really, just that dull look, without going crazy.

"What's wrong?" Noticing the change in Chen Mo's mood, Song Yunzhe looked at his mobile phone strangely.

Chen Mo silently put the mobile phone in front of Song Yunzhe, stared at Song Yunzhe's eyes, and said:

"Can you believe it? I've seen it! ”

Song Yunzhe clicked on the picture and enlarged it for a long time, but after all, there was still no special discovery, sometimes the truth is too much like a lie.

"Don't mind sending me this picture!" Song Yunzhe said.

"Hmm!"

Seeing Chen Mo nodding, Song Yunzhe directly opened Chen Mo's WeChat, added his own number and forwarded the picture to himself, and then put the phone back in front of Chen Mo.

"Okay, the registered has your contact information, be ready to accept the police department's request for assistance at any time, it is estimated that the person sent by your uncle to pick you up should be on the way, and I will not delay you, but no matter what you say and what you see is true or not, I hope you can help Lao Xie and raise such a daughter, it is not easy for him." My number is stored in your phone, what's there, I hope you can contact me. Although Song Yunzhe seems to be more civilized than the toughness of the police, he is not very pedantic, but has an expected temperament.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, I saw a man and a woman in a suit and leather shoes walking in with a policeman, and the woman's Chen Mo knew, officially Shen Wanhua's personal legal counsel - Wen Yan.