"Did you kill Zhou Xia?"

"Who is Zhou Xia?"

"Your wife."

In the lounge of Qingzhou Psychiatric Hospital, Luo Cheng, a trainee policeman of the Municipal Criminal Police Team, met Qi Hong for the first time.

Qi Hong was dressed in a blue and white hospital gown, his figure was thin and slender, his face was very white, the kind of white was not like the effect of whitening, it was more like the paleness of a dead man, even his fingers were white like specimens soaked in formalin, there was no blood, he had long hair with a shawl, a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a circle of stubble at the corner of his mouth, and the whole person looked very vicissitudes and decadence.

Unlike other mental patients, Qi Hong never screams loudly, he is always so quiet, silent, either sitting alone in the corner in a daze, or picking up a pen and paper to write hard.

Luo Cheng has read Qi Hong's information, a suspense writer, a wealthy family before being admitted to the hospital, and his wife Zhou Xia is a native of Yunnan, a volunteer teacher, and a woman who loves literature.

It's hard to imagine that such a Sven person will be a wife-killing maniac in everyone's eyes.

Two years ago, Zhou Xia suddenly disappeared in Dahe Town, on the outskirts of Qingzhou City, and the police locked Qi Hong and Zhou Xia according to the surveillance and walked into the Nanhu Hotel in the town.

Countless spearheads were aimed at Qi Hong, thinking that the trolley box contained Zhou Xia's corpse.

The police found Qi Hong, who had a complete mental breakdown, at Qi Hong's home, and he was stunned and did not say a word, and it was later determined that he was severely depressed and a mentally ill person.

At that time, a large number of police searched the mountains and rivers around Dahe Town but still failed to find the trolley box, and there were no traces of blood or fighting in the room, so the police have not been able to characterize this case, and finally determined that it is a missing case.

There is no suspicion of guilt, although many people suspect Qi Hong, but the police have no evidence and can only release him.

Later, Qi Hong entered Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital because of mental illness, and this stay was two years, and Qi Hong did not take a step here in the past two years.

After two years of treatment, Qi Hong's condition has improved a lot, and his aggression has been greatly reduced, so the hospital has allowed him to be discharged, so Luo Cheng rushed to the hospital early in the morning to interview Qi Hong, and the reason why he was not called to the police force was also for fear of stimulating Qi Hong.

It is very clear in the hospital's archives that although Qi Hong has improved, he is still a mentally ill patient, and there is a possibility of recurrence and aggravation at any time, in addition to his amnesia and insanity.

Therefore, his testimony is difficult to be believed, but Luo Cheng still holds on to a glimmer of hope, even if it is a little clue.

"Oh."

Qi Hong sighed and fell into silence again, his eyes were very empty, without any expression, he couldn't see whether he was happy or sad, and he couldn't see any mood fluctuations, like two cold glass pillars, he didn't dodge or dodge in the face of Luo Cheng, his expression was dull and wooden, and the whole person was like a soulless corpse.

It took a long time for Qi Hong to squeeze out a sentence: "Who is my wife?" ”

Luo Cheng was stunned for a moment and said, "Zhou Xia, a volunteer teacher." ”

While speaking, Luo Cheng turned out a photo of Zhou Xia, it was a beautiful woman with high pigtails and glasses, Luo Cheng stroked Zhou Xia's face, and there was a trace of strangeness in his eyes, he hesitated and put it down, God knows what Qi Hong will do when he sees Zhou Xia's photo now.

Maybe he had forgotten about Zhou Xia.

"Did you kill her?" Luo Cheng asked tentatively.

"Hmm." Qi Hong nodded.

Luo Cheng's heartbeat accelerated suddenly, is Qi Hong going to confess? Luo Cheng hurriedly took it, opened the voice recorder and began to record.

"Why did you kill her?" Luo Cheng asked.

"Because she's going to die."

Qi Hong still had a calm expression, and there was no emotion in his small eyes under the glasses, like a bystander.

But what does it mean she's going to die? What is the answer?

"Can you tell us about your crime?" Luo Cheng asked.

"I called her to the hotel and killed her."

Hotel?

"Are you sure it's at the hotel?"

"What?"

Luo Cheng rubbed his forehead and took the initiative to divert the topic, asking, "What about the corpse?" How did you deal with it? ”

The body is the top priority of this case, and if you can't find the body, you can't be sure whether Zhou Xia was really killed, and if the body is found through Qi Hong's confession, then the case will usher in major progress.

As a newcomer, Luo Cheng couldn't help but feel a little excited, could it be that after two years of dust, the case that countless people couldn't solve was about to be solved by himself?

"Decompose, cook, throw the corpse."

This answer is not unexpected, Dahe Town has a wide river and a dense water network, and the police concluded that Qi Hong must have thrown the box into the river, but it has not been found.

But is it really as cruel as he says?

Qi Hong is still so calm, so careless, killing people is as casual as eating and drinking in his eyes.

"Can you tell us about the process? Where did it go? How did you lose it? Luo Cheng asked again.

He glanced at the investigation report of the year, because the monitoring was not developed at that time, the police only saw the picture of Qi Hong leaving the hotel with the trolley suitcase, and there was only a general direction, as for where he left the trolley suitcase has always been a mystery.

And even if you know it now, I'm afraid that Zhou Xia's body has long since disappeared after two years.

The case has come to a dead end.

"I don't remember."

Luo Cheng clutched his pen and stopped talking.

"You're not a local, are you?" Qi Hong suddenly spoke.

"yes, I'm not a local, what's wrong?"

Qi Hong nodded and said, "If I turn around and crash to death on the wall now, will you be in trouble?" ”

Luo Cheng raised his head and looked at Qi Hong's eyes, that look was so cold, so intimidating, it didn't seem like he was joking at all, he subconsciously glanced at the information, it was written very clearly, Qi Hong had suicidal tendencies!

Qi Hong committed suicide more than once, as can be seen from the cross-cut wound on his wrist.

Luo Cheng smiled faintly, pointed to the law enforcement recorder on his chest, and said, "Don't be kidding, do you see, I recorded your every move." ”

"Is surveillance the truth?" Qi Hong asked again.

"Isn't it?" Luo Cheng asked rhetorically.

Qi Hong let out a long oh and spoke again, and fell into silence again, which made Luo Cheng a little depressed, what did this person want to express? It's very tiring to talk to him, and many times the preface doesn't match the afterword, and the insanity is very obvious.

"Are you afraid of death?" Qi Hong raised his head again.

"Afraid, is there anyone in this world who is not afraid of death?" Luo Cheng said with a smile.

"If you're going to die sooner or later, why are you still alive?"

Countless people have thought about this question, and Luo Cheng has also thought about it.

"I'm living to find out the truth, did you kill someone?"

"Nope."

Qi Hong shook his head very firmly.

"But don't you admit that you dismantled and threw the corpse?"

"Is throwing a corpse murder?"

This......

This conversation couldn't continue, Luo Cheng was a little speechless, picked up Zhou Xia's photo and slowly handed it to Qi Hong.

"Do you know?" Luo Cheng stared at Qi Hong's eyes, although the nurse had warned him not to mention Zhou Xia, he still wanted to try.

Qi Hong, who was still stunned just now, suddenly jumped up like an electric shock, overturned the table in a hurry, and retreated to the corner of the wall in fright, his whole body trembled like chaff, and his expression became extremely frightened.

"What are you doing?"

A nurse ran over quickly, stroking Qi Hong's face as if comforting a child, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay, it's fake, it's all fake." ”

Under her comfort, Qi Hong calmed down, but his eyes obviously changed, and he became very afraid of Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng glanced at the nurse's work card.

Psychiatric hospital nurse, Lu Fang.

"I said you can't stimulate him, you show him the picture, you're new here, right? Why don't you even know this? There was obviously a hint of reproach in Lu Fang's tone.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Luo Cheng was a little embarrassed.

Lu Fang glanced at him and pulled Qi Hong away.

Not far away, a man in a straight suit walked quickly towards Qi Hong.