Early the next morning, an experienced middle-aged waitress dispatched by the police station was in place. I was about to say goodbye when Mrs. Jones spat out an irrelevant sentence: "This is fate." "I don't know why the old lady would say such unrelated things, maybe the old lady doesn't want me to leave her and go to the police station. By the time I was about to explain, Mrs. Jones had turned her head to look in the mirror, and I had to laugh and walk out.

After a lot of twists and turns, I finally found the Zhapu Camp Police Station, which is the only police station in the Kaban area with a somewhat odd name. Not only is the police station remotely located, but the facilities are quite rudimentary, with a row of low, small bungalows looking old and dilapidated. I rang room 103, which I had told me beforehand, and I didn't have to look for it, because the other rooms had a big lock. It was Thor who opened the door, and he greeted me warmly into the house. Another old policeman, Rahman, was talking on the phone, so Saul invited me to sit on a couch next to him, and poured me a large cup of Yerba mate from Argentina, which is still alive and well in the world a thousand years later, and it seems that the wheels of history have not crushed everything in the course of time! Saul said that it was a good tea specially mailed from the captain's hometown. I took a sip and, to be honest, it tasted bitter.

I looked around, the room was very spacious and spacious, there were two desks and two chairs standing opposite each other on the west side of the room, several large filing cabinets placed on the east side against the wall, plus two single sofas and coffee tables in the corner of the south side of my side, the overall look was quite simple and neat. In comparison, the old policeman Rahman's desk is a little messy and sloppy, with small sticky notes posted on every place on the table.

Rahman put down the phone and immediately said to me with a smile: "I didn't expect it to be quite early." ”

And that's not because the hotel waiter you sent arrived early! But I just thought about it and didn't say it.

Rahman continued: "Let's get down to business, your job here is very simple, the main thing is to make a transcript, just record the speech of the subject of the investigation as it is. Based on my years of experience, with someone like you who everyone knows and is familiar with, it is possible to avoid a lot of unnecessary embarrassment and trouble when investigating. ”

"I hope so!" Despite what I say, who can say for sure how things will change, after all, this is a serious case involving human life.

Rahman changed his words, "Okay, let's start with you......"

He stopped before he could finish his sentence, and a pair of small bean eyes passed over me and aimed at the window behind me. I followed his gaze and turned my head to see a blurry pie face reflected in the window made of frosted glass, and the big round nose in the center of the pie face had collapsed.

Rahman hurriedly beckoned Thor to open the door, "Before you are ready, the show is on." His words seemed to have a pun intended.

Judging from the vague facial features and face shape, I guess nine times out of ten it is the Leola who loves to drink and chant scriptures. As expected, it was Leora who walked into the house.

She didn't look at me at all, but walked straight to the old policeman Rahman, who quickly got up and let her onto the couch. Only then did she see me, but she ignored me as if she didn't know me.

She turned her head and said angrily to Rahman, "Sharyl is dead, and this is a great catastrophe, a tragedy of human cannibalism!" @#&......" followed by a bunch of scripture warnings that I don't understand a word and don't know which denomination.

After she finished squeaking and reciting the scriptures, she said: "When this kind of thing happens, as a believer in the Radiant Sect, I must not let it go, I must expose it, the murderer is Hansen, the greedy person who always drills into the eyes of money." ”

"Oh, excuse me, but ...... you?" Rahman asked with interest.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Leora, and I'm a devout follower of the Cult of the Radiant. I am honored to be part of this tour group. ”

"Why would you doubt him? What is the evidence? Rahman said as he lit a cigarette.

"There's so much evidence. He recited his Fortune Sutra whenever he met people, and there were a lot of stock futures, many of which I couldn't understand. In my experience, the more you say that you have a lot of money, the more you lack money. If the family really has money, they don't dare to talk nonsense. None of you have seen the pair of socks he often wears on his feet, but I have seen them walking by Taixi Lake, and I can responsibly say that those socks are simply full of holes! Can this be the dress of a rich man?! I doubt it! ”

Leora paused, trying to hear what Rahman had to say, but Rahman didn't say a word, just bowed his head and smoked a cigarette.

Then Leora continued: "Another time, after dinner, I felt very full, so I simply took a detour and made more. Just passing by the house where Sharel lived, I saw Hansen lying by the door, as if he was sneaking eavesdropping on something. I was about to go up and question him, but he slipped away without saying a word. I judged that he might be preparing for an opportunistic move. ”

"That's a valuable clue." Rahman said slowly.

"People like Hansen usually babble, which makes me look at it unpleasantly. During the trip, he was always sinister at Shariel, which made me suspicious. After saying these words, Leora was already sweating, and she took out her handkerchief and wiped it fiercely.

"What do you know about Sharyl the Dead?" Rahman asked again with interest.

"Who?" Leora apparently wasn't listening closely, because she was busy wiping her sweat!

"Shariel!" Rahman repeated.

"Oh, it's the lady who has returned to the West." Leora prayed busily again, "Now that I think about it, I really haven't had much contact with her, and I don't know her very well. I have the impression that she is tall and always dressed with bells and whistles, which is these scattered memories. …… My attention was all on that nasty Hansen, and sometimes I really wanted to fight with him, or even beat him up. The tone of his speech and the sensationalism he put on made me sick......"

Leora couldn't stop talking about Hansen, and Rahman had to interrupt her, "I wonder if you've been a Radiant Cult for a long time, right?" ”

"It's been more than 20 years. At first, I just had the attitude of giving it a try, and followed a friend to participate in some denominational volunteer activities held by the Radiant Sect, and later as I learned more about it, I gradually fell in love with this religion, and eventually became a follower of it. This doctrine not only cleansed the dust that had been buried deep in my soul for a long time, but also had the effect of reviving the dead, and was a more distant branch of the Yin-Yang Sect that was different and perceptive. ”

"Oh, I see. I only heard about the Radiance Sect once or twice a few years ago, when there was a suspect who believed in this religion. ”

"Although the sect has a long history, its spread is limited. We only focus on quality, not quantity. It is only in some marginal areas that it is more prevalent......" When she talks about the sect she believes in, it is like opening a conversation box, and she talks endlessly. From ancient times to the present, from the new to the old, it is so vividly told that I feel that the roots of my ears have grown calluses.

After a while, Rahman couldn't listen anymore, he stood up and said, "We will definitely investigate your report, so please go back now." But Leola was in high spirits, her mouth was like a machine gun firing a cannon, and there was no hint of stopping, so Thor pushed her out the door.

"What a difficult woman!" Rahman grunted as he drew a large question mark next to Hansen's name in his notebook. I can see this move clearly.

Thor was finally back, and there was an extra lady by his side, but he didn't expect it to be the soprano Jennifer from our tour.

She also has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, right?! I wondered to myself.

"I didn't expect that we didn't need to visit one by one, you would send it to the door yourself." Rahman said half-jokingly.

The artist didn't need to introduce herself too much, because she was so famous that even an ordinary person knew a thing or two about her, let alone a member of the criminal police brigade.

"Originally, I should have ignored it, it was none of my business, and I hung it high! But I really can't help it, my ass is like sitting on pins and needles, I can't stay still, I must explain to you that the suspect is too obvious, it is the same secretary Justin who looks sanctimonious all day. ”

"Oh, really?! So what do you want to say about him? Rahman asked with interest.

"Although there is no direct evidence, intuition does not deceive. I summarized three points:

First, Justin is the closest person to his boss Shariel, which naturally makes his suspicions skyrocket;

Second, although it cannot be directly said that Justin hates the boss, the boss who hates him very much is obvious, which can be felt in and out of his words. For example, once his boss wasn't there, he just said a word, and she got sick again. Either way, there was not a hint of pity in his tone, but a hint of mockery;

Thirdly, this is indeed what I witnessed with my own eyes, and once he came out of my boss's house and happened to bump into me. His expression was really flattering, and his face was full of hatred and disdain, which was certainly not the expression that a normal secretary should have. That expression was disgusting, so I went straight into the shadows of the trees next to me and ignored him. ”

Jennifer's eyes widened as she analyzed what she thought was a bizarre case, and I sat on the side recording every word she said in as much detail as she could, while Rahman and Saul wrote something in their notebooks.

Rahman closed the notebook and didn't ask any more questions about the case, but instead talked to Jennifer about the parent, "Isn't your national theater troupe visiting and performing abroad?" How can you still have the kung fu to come all the way to the café to enjoy the mountains and rivers?! ”

"That's a long story." Jennifer cleared her throat and said, "To put it simply, there are no less than dozens of singers in our troupe, although I am still a celebrity with a small achievement so far, but visiting abroad has to be another matter, it must be a big celebrity in front of the leader, and I don't like to sing some seasonal songs that praise virtue, so at this time I naturally stand aside." But I don't care, just take this opportunity to play in a farther place, lest it will not be so easy to come out when I get old. ”

"Yes, too." Rahman smiled understandingly, "But it's a pity that this trip has been met with something rather unappetizing. ”

"Oh, I don't think it's a big deal, everything has to go with the flow, and if it comes, it's safe."

"Exactly, exactly."

Both of them laughed heartily, and it didn't look like they were seriously investigating the case at all, but like they were chatting softly.

Jennifer and we chatted for a while before reluctantly leaving the police station.

The room had just been quiet for a short while, when the telephone on Rahman's desk rang, and he picked it up and muttered, and after putting it down, he said while sorting out the clutter at hand, "Since no one is here anymore, let's go out." At present, there are already two suspects who have been reported, so let's start the investigation with Justin, the secretary closest to the deceased. ”