The little policeman named Wang Chao agreed, and unceremoniously got into Li Quan's father's car.

Poker Face turned to me again and said, "We'll pay you the medical bills in the bureau first, please take us to the scene." ”

Why is this police so troublesome? I began to regret calling the police, I glanced at Li Quan's father, his eyes were full of inquiry, and he said, "You can go with confidence, your grandfather will take care of it." ”

Why does that sound so awkward? It's easy for people who don't know what to know about misunderstand.

After saying that, he turned around and got into the car, lit the fire, and started.

I followed a couple of police officers into the funeral home.

Looking at the funeral home after dawn, there was no eerie feeling at night, and I went straight to the hall with the police.

The policemen glanced around the hall, and when the eyes of the playing card face fell on the statue of the door god, his brow instantly furrowed as if he could wring out water.

Then he strode forward, walked directly behind the door god, and caressed the small line with his fingers.

I was surprised by his reaction, as if I had known that there was a word carved on the back of this god.

How would he know? Had he ever seen such an idol?

I was amazed when he made a move that surprised me even more.

I saw that he suddenly took a few steps back, a run, jumped, "bang" kick, and kicked the door god down, and the door god made of plaster slammed on the ground, "bang", shattered into slag, and a burst of dust flew.

I couldn't help but open my mouth wide, this is a statue, the world offers it, respect it, even if you are not a good man and a woman, you shouldn't kick it to pieces, right?

I was feeling incredulous, and he stepped forward again and pulled up from the pile of plaster that had broken into a pile of slag.

Not only him, but other police officers also surrounded him and rummaged through with him.

Out of curiosity, I also leaned in, when an older, bespectacled policeman picked up a crumpled, black mass and said, "Found it." ”

I stared at it for a moment, but I didn't understand what it was.

"It's all dried up and discolored, it looks like it's been some years, it should have been here when the funeral home was still in use." As he spoke, the bespectacled policeman took out a disposable glove from the bag he was carrying, put it on, and took out two ziplock bags, one for the mass and the other for some plaster foam.

Hearing this, the poker face frowned even tighter, and said, "In other words, the murderer has been committing the crime for ten years. ”

I heard it like I was falling into a fog, what was that black thing? How did it end up in this idol? The murderer has been committing crimes for ten years? What do you mean?

No one spoke, and I had no way of knowing.

It's just that their faces are quite serious, and finally the poker face stands up and says, "Let's go." ”

I led them through the hall to the place where Xu Yuanzhi and Li Quan had been found.

The young man's body was still lying on the ground, and it seemed that the corpse spots on the body were very bad, and they were very swollen, showing a black-purple color, and it looked like he had been dead for several days.

The police quickly got to work, I took pictures, collected evidence, and studied corpses.

The face of the playing card should be a head, he didn't interfere in these things, and after staring at the corpse twice, he looked around the room.

I was bored at the door.

Half a day later, they were busy, and a few people gathered around to exchange a few words, and then the playing card face came to me, looked at me seriously, and asked, "You lit the fire?" You cut the man? ”

"Not ......"

I instinctively retorted.

He grabbed my wrist with one hand, pointed to the slight flesh on the bone blade in my hand with the other, and said, "That's what you cut with this, right?" We now suspect that you have something to do with this murder, and you need to come with us. ”

it! What's going on? I kindly called the police, but instead arrested me, which seems a bit unreasonable.

Poker Face didn't give me a chance to explain at all, and pushed me out, followed by two other policemen carrying the body.

"No, comrade policeman, I really didn't do this, think about it, if I really did it, can I call the police? Look at this corpse, it's all spotted, and it looks like it's been dead for days. As for the wound on his head, I cut it right, but it didn't bleed, because he was dead when I cut him......"

I argued with reason, this pot is too dark, I specify that I can't carry it.

"Heh, the young man knows a lot, so tell me what you cut down a corpse for?" The spectacled policeman looked at me with a playful expression.

"I ...... I said that this corpse moved, it wanted to harm people, and I had to cut it down, do you believe it? ”

Speaking of the back, I myself feel that I am in a panic, although this is a fact, but once this fact is said, it is not convincing at all.

Sure enough, the two-point little policeman carrying the corpse behind let out two mocking laughs.

The face of the poker card is still a playing card, and there is no emotion in sight.

I was put into a police car, sat with glasses, and drove with a poker face.

The other policemen and the body got into another car.

I never thought I'd be in a police car.

This poker face just said that this murderer has been committing crimes for ten years, that is to say, they haven't caught the murderer for ten years, and this time they arrested me, it won't be because they want me to top the bag, right?

The more I think about it, the more scared I become, I regret that my intestines are blue, I'm really fucking idle and hurt, what kind of police did I call!

Now what? Or I'll jump out of the car and run away.

The poker face seemed to realize what I was thinking, and with a "click", the door locked.

I was escorted back to the bureau, my bone sword confiscated, and I was put in a big room with a bunch of gangsters.

As soon as they saw a new person coming in, they were all very excited, and they all geared up.

I've heard people say before that there is an unspoken rule in the fence, and those who go in and come out have loose chrysanthemums, and they want to beat me? Or do you want to do that?

"It's a murderer, be fucking honest."

I was thinking about how I would resist if I really got hit by that, when I heard a poker face outside shouting to himself.

Not to mention, it really works.

After he finished shouting, all the people who were eyeing me were honest, and one by one they sat in the corner and looked at me like a Western view, some whispering, some gloating.

The words of the poker face make me feel cold, damn, really use Lao Tzu as a scapegoat?

I was in a mess and sat for hours at a time, thinking about how to make up a good narrative that would sound normal and reasonable about what was happening at the funeral home.