Mu Sen didn't reveal himself, he quickly turned around and hid in a corner, and then silently observed the sneaky figure. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The weeds outside the building were too tall to block the man's figure. However, judging from the size and posture, the person who came should not be the murderer of this case.

In fact, in general, the probability of the murderer returning to the crime scene is very high. Especially the kind of intentional homicide case with cruel means, whether it is out of anger or desire, it is rare to break through the bottom line and restraint of homicide, which is worth the murderer's repeated recollection. After all, killing is a rare experience and feeling in a lifetime.

These are the results of Mu Sen's in-depth research on the psychology of criminals when he has been handling cases for many years. Mussen believes that the closer you get to the psychology of criminals, the easier it will be to catch them. Because when reasoning and solving a case encounter a bottleneck, you can ask yourself "If it were me, what would I do?" What's more, Mu Sen also has a capable partner like Mo Zitong.

So when Mu Sen first found out that someone was coming in the grass, he really thought it would be a murderer. But now it seems that it is unlikely.

Because the figure was suspicious and sneaky, not so much like a murderer, but more like a thief. But what is there to steal in this deserted wasteland?

Suddenly, Mu Sen remembered his previous discovery, could it be ...... This is the thief who stole iron?

Finally, the man probed his brain out of the weeds, and judging from his appearance, he was a middle-aged man in his fifties. His face was full of stubble, and his clothes were shabby. A head of gray hair was sparsely placed on the top of the head. With a broken sack in his hand, he was tiptoeing around and preparing to enter the deserted building.

Mu Sen couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, and then gently followed him and followed the middle-aged man into the building.

The building has long since been swept away from everything that could be sold for money, and now there is only an empty shelf left here. But unexpectedly, the man actually dug up bits and pieces of iron and large pieces of wood, and even didn't let go of paper clips. As he watched, Mu Sen thought to himself: How embarrassed is his life?

No matter what you do, you really have to live up to your hard work. Just as the man was rummaging with all his might, he finally turned out a small section of steel bars in the corner of the wooden pile on the first floor.

The man was so happy that he threw off his arms and prepared to put it in his sack. But he didn't notice that the steel bar was in concrete, so no matter how hard he tried to pull it out, he couldn't pull it out.

Mu Sen stood not far behind him, holding his hands and looking at the man's hard work. But the man himself didn't know it, and he was still selfless and energetic, competing with the reinforced concrete.

In the end, Mu Sen really couldn't stand it anymore, he gently walked to the back of the man, and then asked softly, "It's not easy to get it, is it?" Can I help you? ”

The man didn't look up, and continued to pull the steel bar hard and said, "It's not! It's hard work! I'll have to bring a hacksaw next time......"

Halfway through speaking, the man suddenly stopped all the movements in his hand, and the whole person froze there.

Mu Sen was still standing behind him with his hands behind his back, and the man didn't dare to move, just froze there, cold sweat already running down his sideburns.

Suddenly, the man burst out with a scream: "Ghost!! And then he didn't even look back, he ran away!

Mu Sen's reaction is fast, and he is young after all, and his legs and feet will be much faster than that man. So before the man could take two steps, Mu Sen was already blocking in front of him.

The man didn't dare to open his eyes, but shouted, "Ghost!" Then he turned around and prepared to continue running.

At this moment, Mu Sen was surprised. This brother is an iron thief at best, can he afford to play so hard? Besides, what he is afraid of now is that he should be caught and sent to the official, why does he keep shouting "ghost"? Did he really think this was a ghost building?

Mu Sen caught up with the man in a few steps, and then grabbed him and said, "You can see clearly, am I like a ghost?" Which ghost would come out in broad daylight? ”

The man was trembling and still didn't dare to open his eyes, and his mouth was babbling as if he was muttering something like "Amitabha......

Mu Sen was a little helpless, he pulled the man's hands away, forced him to face himself, and said solemnly: "Open your eyes and look at me, I am not a ghost, and I am not a policeman, how many bad things have you done to be so afraid?" ”

At this moment, the man finally opened his eyes, and he looked at Mu Sen suspiciously.

Seeing this, Mu Sen let go of his hands with sincerity, and tidied up his clothes, so that this man could see more clearly that he was not a ghost, nor was he a policeman who wanted to arrest him.

Unexpectedly, this man looked at it for a while, and asked secretly: "You are also here to steal iron?" Oops, you're late, it's long gone! ”

"......" Mu Sen stood in place in a daze, and then looked down at his outfit, in addition to staying up all night and staying up a little haggard, where did he look like an iron thief? This old brother actually regarded Mu Sen as an accomplice.

Mu Sen lucked his luck, and then explained to the man: "Don't get me wrong, I am not the same job as you. I would like to ask, are you a resident of this neighborhood? ”

The man glanced at Mu Sen and smiled: "Nonsense, is there a house around here?" ”

"......" Mu Sen, who has always been eloquent, was choked speechless at this time.

After another breath, Mu Sen simply took out his cigarette, handed it to the man and said, "Brother, you worked hard just now, come, smoke a cigarette." ”

The man was not polite, took the cigarette and looked at it and said, "Oh, it seems that you are really different from me, this is a good smoke." ”

Mu Sen smiled and lit a cigarette for the man, of course, he himself would not let go of this opportunity to absorb nicotine. After everything was lit, Mu Sen found a large piece of flat concrete slate and sat down, and invited the man: "Come on, brother, sit down and smoke a cigarette for a while." ”

On the premise of being a person in the "flue", the man took off a lot of guard, he sat next to Mu Sen quite casually, took two puffs of cigarette and asked, "Young man, what are you doing here?" There is no one in this place at all. ”

Instead of answering this question, Mussen asked rhetorically, "Do you think there are ghosts here?" ”

The man's gaze drifted away, and he replied after a moment of silence: "Yes, there must be." Unjustly killed ghosts, vain ghosts, lonely ghosts, wild ghosts ......"

Mu Sen looked at the side face of the man, and had already thought of his own thoughts. This person must have been from that village, because from his eyes, Mu Sen saw his attachment and familiarity with this land. That's not the average homeless person's expression.

Capturing this subtle change in expression, Mu Sen asked in his own way, "Can you tell me the ghost story here?" ”

"Aren't you afraid?" The man turned his head to look at Mu Sen.

Mu Sen smiled calmly and said, "Even if there is a ghost who died unjustly, it was not me who killed it, why should I be afraid?" ”

The man nodded: "Well, the young man has a clear conscience...... Well done. ”

Mu Sen knew that if he came up and directly asked this man what was going on in that village, what was going on in this building, and what was going on with the four hooligans, he would definitely scare him away. He is not a murderer, and asking these questions too directly will only arouse the vigilance and disgust of others. Moreover, it can be seen that although this man is a thief of iron, he is an honest man. Honest people will inevitably have the psychology of being afraid of getting into trouble, so Mu Sen can't give him that kind of pressure, so he can only change the way to let him say what Mu Sen wants.

The man put down the sack in his hand, patted the soil on his body and said, "Okay, I don't have anything to do anyway, I will tell you a story today." ”

"Thank you." Mussen said, placing both the cigarette case and the fire between the two of them. He understood that most of the reason why this man was willing to stay was because of this box of cigarettes.

The man pointed to the half-human-tall weeds outside and said, "Do you know, this used to be a village, and the location of those weeds was originally a place for children to play. And this building is the small alley of the village. ”

Mu Sen also replied frankly: "I've heard, isn't the village here rebuilt and demolished? Where have they moved? ”

"Hmph...... Rebuild? The man's face showed a trace of angry disdain, and then said: "They all speak better than sing!" They keep saying that they are for the good of the poor people here, but in the end, they just make the people here poorer and more miserable than before! Full of benevolence and morality, it is always us who suffers ......"

In the outpouring of the man's indignation, Mu Sen finally identified certain information. There is no doubt that this person is indeed a resident of the old village. It seems that I have found the right person this time.

"That's where you live?" Mu Sen pretended not to know and asked with great interest.

The man took another cigarette, lit it himself, and replied, "Yes, this was my home." Three generations of us have lived here. But then ...... This tall building like Leifeng Pagoda pressed / on top of our heads, leaving us homeless. ”

"Homeless? Shouldn't all be properly accommodated? Mu Sen looked at the vicissitudes of life in front of him in puzzlement.

"Placement? Hehe...... We will be happy to hear the results of what you outsiders say. Unfortunately, that's not true. The fact is that our home turned into a sea of fire overnight, and there are many elderly people and children who have not escaped. The cruelty is yet to come, which is why I say there must be ghosts in this place. The grievance is too heavy, too heavy......" As he spoke, the man took a deep puff of cigarette and lowered his head, as if tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes.