Chapter 020: Accident

The man's smile was extremely strange and gloomy, and his face was even more deadly gray, and anyone who saw it would scream in surprise. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

I almost screamed, but in the middle of it, I quickly realized that it was just an illusion.

So I stared at the man in white and refused to blink my eyes.

The illusion vanished, except for a white bidet in the corner.

Bidet toilets are not popular in China, but in this small space, using a bidet toilet can prevent the house from smelling too bad.

"Can you help me get a few books to pass the time?" I asked the police, slightly pleading.

Two policemen looked at me, one of them smiling wryly and shaking his head.

"You've got a lot going on! However, who made you Xiao Meng's classmate, I'll find it for you! ā€

He waited for me to enter the detention cell and locked the iron door from the outside.

I turned my face to look at the furnishings in the room.

Directly opposite there is a small window with an iron fence installed on the window.

At the bottom right of the window is the bidet, and next to the toilet, there is a roll of toilet paper.

Leaning against the left wall, there is an iron bed divided into two layers, and the bedding on the iron bed is black.

I've always loved cleanliness, but today I had no choice but to sit down on the lower bed.

The toilet is next to it, and the smell in the house is still not very good.

But I could only try not to pay attention, staring blankly at the little window, wondering how I had ended up in such a situation.

The policeman quickly came back with a few books and handed them to me through a small window open in the iron door.

I thanked the other door and held it in my hand to see that it was a couple of magazines with very old covers.

There are "Bosom Friends", "Readers", "Story Collection" and so on.

A little later, someone opened the iron door and brought me a bowl of rice.

It's a bowl of white rice, a few cabbage hearts, and two or three slices of fatty meat.

Although I was not hungry, I managed to eat a few bites.

And as it got dark, I began to feel fear, afraid that there would be more illusions in this strange place.

Fortunately, in the midst of the panic, the iron door opened again, and another young man was pushed in.

A police officer said, "Let's be company tonight!" Don't make trouble, or I'll lock you up at the police station down tomorrow!" ā€

The young man grinned and agreed.

Immediately after that, the iron door was locked again from the outside.

I looked at the man, who looked about my age.

His hair is shaved very short, his facial features are still straight, and he wears a pair of very close-fitting sweatpants underneath that outline the curves of his strong thighs.

A loose sports vest on the upper body, revealing two strong arms.

As I looked at him, he was looking at me too, and suddenly he grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"My name is Gao Lingkai, Lingyun's Ling, Triumphant Kai, I don't know your surname ......?"

Well, it's actually a family!

I scrambled to my feet and shook his outstretched hand.

"What a coincidence, my surname is Gao, my name is Gao Li!"

"Is it really such a coincidence? It seems that our brothers are destined! ā€

He laughed "hehehe" and immediately began to call me a brother.

"What did you do to get locked up here? But the one who can be locked up here, if it's not a murder suspect, then it's a little affectionate, I see your crepe look, it won't be a murder suspect, right? ā€

"What did you do again?" I asked with a smile.

"If I commit it, it's not a problem! It was parkour in the city and crashed into a car here, rubbing off a piece of paint off their car. I was willing to bear the cost of repairs, but I didn't have any documents or cash with me, and it was too late to send me to the police station, so they dragged me here and locked me up for a day or two. ā€

So that's it!

No wonder he looks so strong, and in September, he wears a waistcoat shirtless, and he's actually a parkour player.

"I'm not a murderer!" I explained with a wry smile, "Just out of curiosity, I investigated a case with a friend in the police station, but their section chief said that I was obstructing the police investigation and insisted on imprisoning me for two days." ā€

"Then your police officer friend, let their section chief lock you up?" Gao Lingkai immediately showed a look of injustice.

"She can't be the master of their section chief! Besides, she has been suspended, and she doesn't know that their section chief is embarrassing me! ā€

"I see! So what is it about the case that makes you so curious? ā€

I was tempted to ask him why he was so curious, and it occurred to me that this was probably a way for him to pass the time.

Since the two of them are locked up together, it won't be too boring to find some topics for each other.

So I thought about it and decided to tell him the truth.

Of course, I won't mention the strange dream, I only said that Yuan Wang and Chu Feifei went to the first line of the ridge to explore, but Chu Feifei was strangled to death, and Yuan Wang is still unconscious.

Crucially, there were no traces of anyone else at the murder scene.

When I finished speaking, he didn't say anything about "there was no trace of anyone else at the murder scene", but just looked at me with two eyes and asked cautiously: "You mean...... A line of ridges? This case happened in the first line of the ridge? ā€

"yes!" I was immediately intrigued by his expression, "You haven't been to the First Line Ridge too, have you?" ā€

"I wanted to go, but I didn't have time yet!" He scratched his head, "My cousin has been there, and he said that the scenery of that place is very strange. ā€

"Huh?" I was surprised and delighted, this was a windfall, "Your cousin...... Is there anything out of the ordinary? ā€

"What's unusual? Nope! He replied casually, and then asked rhetorically, "What do you say...... What does it mean to be different? ā€

"That's ......," I thought about it, and simply told him all of them, "Let's put it this way, the four people I know who have been to the first line of the ridge, one was strangled to death, one fell asleep, and two have committed suicide one after another in the past few days!" ā€

He opened his mouth wide all of a sudden, and it took him a long time to cry out "ah".

I looked at his expression and immediately asked.

"When did your cousin go to the First Line Ridge? Have you ever had any symptoms of poor spirits? ā€

"Nope!" He immediately shook his head, "They went there several together, and now all of them are fine." ā€

I didn't look like a fake, so I thought about it for a moment and asked him again, "When did they go?" Have you ever stayed in a hotel owned by an elderly person surnamed Zhang? ā€

"They went in May and it's been months now. I don't know about the rest, but I can call and ask. ā€

He raised his eyebrows at me and smiled, as if by magic, pulling out a small, old-fashioned keyphone from his trouser pocket.

"They only took away one of my usual mobile phones, which I usually turn off and keep for special times."

He smirked, dialed a few numbers, and put his phone to his ear.

(See Chapter 021 "Killing the Father")