"Hey, who are you?"

"Oh, we're the police, there's a case that we need your cooperation with, but don't worry, we're just asking. Do you have a friend named Zhou Jie? ”

Xiao Fan really felt a little surprised, there was a sudden news in the early morning, which made his sleepiness completely zero. He had a vague sense of unease, he had probably guessed that it was not a good thing. Because he's been experiencing too many of these things lately.

"Yes. Did something happen to him? ”

"He's dead." The other party said solemnly, it was the voice of a policewoman.

"How did he ...... How did he die? Although he had quickly accepted this fact, his voice was still a little choked.

One by one, one by one, all of them, why? Why?

"When is it convenient for you? I'll tell you about it at that time. ”

“…… Tomorrow, tomorrow Saturday. ”

"Okay, excuse me." After that, I hung up the phone politely and conveniently.

Everything seems to be in order, everything seems to be ordinary, everything seems to be inconsequential.

However, his heart was inexplicably sad. No matter what happened before, after all, everyone has laughed together and experienced it together.

Has his life been inextricably linked to death ever since?

……

No, no, no, no, no, no......

I see, as if I remembered something.

I seem, it seems to be with him, with Zhou Jie, right?

That sudden phone call, a worrying phone call. Why is my memory only awakening now?

Could it be automatic selective amnesia in the cerebral cortex?

Memories are like submarines in the deep sea, floating on the surface at this moment.

Zhou Jie's voice like a life-saving straw came from the other end of the phone, he shouted to himself, calling for help, his voice was sluggish and even indistinct, as if something was choking his throat. Then, gradually, gradually, his cry for help slowed down, and then there was a deathly silence.

Now that I think about it, Zhou Jie probably encountered some mortal danger at that time. However, at that time, he was powerless, because the other party could not tell his specific location until he died (if he was killed at that time), so that Xiao Fan was completely helpless.

But why didn't he call the police at that time?

Xiao Fan didn't know at all.

Because he's had amnesia since then.

……

Saturday, I don't know how many Saturdays this is, anyway, it's been long enough, so long that he's starting to get tired of this Saturday.

He didn't go out this Saturday, he got up early and cooked noodles and ate them with beef sauce. Then he waited quietly for the police to arrive.

Finally, at 10:13 a.m., the doorbell rang.

Three seconds after the doorbell rang, Xiao Fan opened the heavy security door. As promised, three police officers who arrived in civilian clothes were invited.

"Come in and sit down, do you want some tea?"

"Thanks, no need."

Three police officers, two men and one woman, sat down on the sofa in black suits. To be honest, this is the first time Xiao Fan has talked face-to-face with the police. I haven't seen a real plainclothes policeman yet.

Xiao Fan also sat down on the sofa. Several officers turned to face him, and the female officer held a notebook in her hand, the tip of her pen touching the paper.

"Please don't be nervous, this is just a transactional question." The male officer said.

Xiao Fan nodded lightly.

"May I ask what you said to each other on the last phone call with Zhou Jie?"

"How do you know......" Then Xiao Fan felt that he was stupid, "You continue." ”

The female police officer on the side had already written it down in her notebook.

The police officer didn't say anything, they waited for Xiao Fan's answer.

"That day, he called me out of the blue and asked me for help on the other end of the phone."

"What is he crying out for? Why did I ask you for help? ”

“…… I do not know. ”

"Okay, can you describe the specifics a little bit more. What did you all say at the time? ”

Xiao Fan had to tell them everything he said at that time.

"No more?"

"No, there was no sound after that."

"Well, okay, that's all for our inquiry."

The female officer also put on the cap of her pen and closed the notebook. They were about to get up.

Xiao Fan stopped them.

"Wait."

The officers sat back down and looked at Xiao Fan's face with a look of perceptiveness. "Do you remember any important clues?"

The female officer reopened the notebook.

However, Xiao Fan suddenly asked, "How did he die?" ”

The officer had an oh look on his face and forgot to tell him what had happened.

"Do you really want to listen?" The officer asked, slightly reassuringly.

Xiao Fan said without hesitation: "Let's talk about it, it's okay." "What else is there that he can't accept so far?

"Okay then." The officer then told him the truth. "He was strangled by a thin nylon rope."

"What?" Xiao Fan couldn't believe it, there was really such a way to die? Immediately, the picture of that moment came to mind. This also instantly explained the suffocating voice on the phone at that time. It turned out to be because of this.

Zhou Jie was in a dark and deep room, and suddenly a person behind him grabbed his neck with a thin nylon rope and pulled him back. In great panic and fear, Zhou Jie picked up his mobile phone from the bedside (whatever he was) and quickly dialed a call, as for why it was his own phone, the ghost knows why. Maybe it's because Xiao Fan called him recently, and the call record is inaccurate. Zhou Jie dialed a life-saving phone call, and Xiao Fan answered.

"Save ...... Save...... Help me......" Zhou Jie struggled with the mission, but his torso had no strength, and he wanted to resist desperately, but he never had that chance. Who is the person behind it? Why is it so ruthless? What kind of enmity do I have against him? Maybe Zhou Jie didn't think about these problems at all. He didn't have time to think about it.

"What's wrong with you? Where are you?! Xiao Fan asked eagerly.

There was a crisp sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and Zhou Jie's voice became more and more hoarse, and he became more and more weak.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me the location, and I'll save you! ”

Finally, after a long and a half, the last voice came back on the phone.

"I ...... Knowing him or her...... "His life has since vanished into nothing, from this moment on."

Xiao Fan shouted on the phone. "Hey, hey, hey! Hey—"

"Who killed him? Who is the murderer? Xiao Fan looked directly into the officer's eyes and asked.

"The murderer hasn't been caught yet." The officer's voice was always calm, as if none of that mattered. Even comfort is transactional, as is his word.