Until dawn, at about eight or nine o'clock in the morning, after Jiang Wan and Chen Qing returned to the police station, Chen Qing's aunt was also re-interrogated.

When she heard that her house was on fire, she was so angry that her face turned red, and she screamed and trembled and shouted, saying that she would tell all the people in charge of the police station; When she learned that her son was dead, she was quiet.

She was silent, her hands shaking so much that she couldn't even lift them.

In that moment, what a terrible face, that anger, that resentment and disobedience were intertwined.

She was silent, and when she learned that her son had not died accidentally, her trembling hands suddenly stopped.

She looked up and stared directly at the interrogator in front of her, staring at each other as if they were going to have a tacit understanding.

- Maybe they did, so the interrogator opened the book and continued to her: "He was killed. ”

She ignored it.

"Do you think he'll be a target?"

She lowered her head, and her thumbs began to pick at something in a constant stagger, the back of her nails, the gaps between her nails, every place that could be buckled between her nails.

"It's good anywhere." She seemed to be saying, "I have to do something." I can't die, I can't die, I can't die, I can't die. ”

"Do you want to sue us?"

The interrogator stood up and leaned close to the woman for half a minute: "Go, hurry up, in another three hours, you will exceed the maximum detention time of twenty-four hours." In another three hours, you'll be able to walk out of the door and speak to everyone who wants to hear what you've described.

Hurry up, he's still looking for you, guess how long it will take him to find you?

The gang used gold leaf to deliver messages, the weird group that didn't look like people.

Do you think you'll be safe and sound if you hide the gold leaf? Go out, there are a lot of people out there who want to hear your story. ”

She raised her face, and the expression on her face became pale, like a dying person accepting her fate, without the previous arrogance and arrogance, and without that indifference.

She already knew in her heart that this group of people would really kill her.

Will hang himself in the most disgusting and cruel way and kill him like a pig.

But Fufa may not have a chance to come out alive.

Drops of sweat slid down her cheeks, and her lips trembled as she murmured.

"No...... No. She shook her head, blood oozing from the fingertips of her clasped hands, "I'm not going out." ”

She looked up at the interrogator in front of her, her eyes bloodshot from her inner turmoil.

"If you don't go out, you can't do it. It's been twenty-four hours, and we don't want to break the law. He chuckled.

"I do."

"What?" He made a gesture, but everyone knew he heard it.

"I plead guilty!"

Her handcuffed hands hammered hard on the seat, tearing out and shouting, "I killed that slut!" It's me! ”

……

Half an hour later, twenty minutes after Chen Qing's aunt confessed, she confessed the case much faster than everyone imagined, and she took all the responsibility, and declared that she had found and done it herself.

Everyone believed it, except for Chen Qing.

He frowned, and anyone could see the words on that stinky face.

So Jiang Wan asked him, "Do you think there is a problem with her confession?" ”

She asked in a low voice, but the phone in her hand was not put down, she looked at the documents, and was not worried about the interrogation.

"I don't think there's a problem, it's just that I don't know what the problem is......"

He whispered and asked Jiang Wan again, "Why don't you ask her where the ritual materials on her hand came from?" ”

"It doesn't make sense." Jiang Wan shook her head before she explained: "There are too many blind spots in the old city, so we didn't think about investigating in this area. ”

"It's a waste of a clue."

"But it doesn't affect the next arrest."

Chen Qing frowned slightly, and then asked, "What about her concubine?" ”

Jiang Wan shook her head: "Someone has already gone to check, and it is estimated that someone will be brought in a while." ”

She looked at Chen Qing's frowning appearance and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Just as Jiang Wan was about to turn around and leave, Chen Qing suddenly shouted to her.

"I still don't think it's right."

He stared at Jiang Wan who came back, and the gaze in those pupils looked straight forward without hesitation, he stared at Jiang Wan's eyes like this, looking at her stunned.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Everything...... Nothing is right. ”

"Why did she kill her own husband?"

She said that the other party couldn't stand her behavior anymore and decided to strike first.

"He's been a wreck for more than 20 years, and he still cares about how many days he has been doing now?"

Jiang Wan frowned and did not refute.

"Suppose the reason why she killed the other person was not because of ...... No, it should be said, what if that person himself wants the result to be like this? ”

Jiang Wan was silent for a while, and Chen Qing's words became faster and faster.

"He just wanted to do this, because for some reason, he wanted to die, or he didn't want to accept it anymore, so he decided to 'tell' his wife that he didn't want to endure it anymore."

"But like this...... What's the point, he can find a building and jump down. Jiang Wan frowned and continued: "If you hadn't raised this question, no one in the entire police station would have thought of this situation, and all his efforts would have been in vain." ”

"Yes...... Why......"

Chen Qing closed his eyes, and his thoughts returned to yesterday in an instant.

In the rain of the sky, the two men stood in front of them.

If they want to "sign a contract", they need to "pay" a reward to "buy" me.

After rejecting the deal themselves, they forcibly associated "abortion" with "my behavior".

But such a connection is very fragile, and it is not really violating anything, which makes it pitifully weak.

But what about the couple?

"With gold leaf in the mouth, sin stains vermilion."

"What?" Jiang Wan was puzzled.

"The two of them...... No, it should be said, what did my uncle violate. What can he violate. ”

"Can't breathe? Can't slap your mouth, walk, or untie your hands in the alley? Jiang Wan's brows were still furrowed.

"No, the rules can't be so broad as this......" he lowered his eyebrows, it must be a rule specific to action.

The story of the Rip Girl is nothing more than a group of worldly people who have entered the vulgar and inferior creations not far from the Extraordinary Realm.

He opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Wan and asked slowly, "The question is, what can she give her husband as the price of the transaction?" ”

He didn't stop, "The body at the scene of the fire...... Has my cousin's body been autopsied? ”

Jiang Wan nodded, and asked suspiciously, "What information do you want?" ”

"Who is the identity information?"

She was puzzled: "It's that kid." ”

"Where's his father?"

"What?"

"Dad."

Jiang Wan was stunned, and heard Chen Qing continue: "Although Down syndrome will appear between normal couples, it is more of a family genetic disease, and it will reach its peak after chaos*. ”

"Close relative......" her eyes widened: "I thought she was just playing better!" It's just a brother! ”

"It is true that this possibility cannot be ruled out...... But genetic testing has already been done, hasn't it? ”

"...... right"

"And the result?"

She was silent for a moment, then pulled out two pieces of paper from a large pile of papers, "Yes...... You're right. That kid isn't your uncle's. ”

"That's interesting, isn't it? What exactly is their contract? ”

He touched his chin, and Jiang Wan asked in his ear, "Is this important?" ”

"It's important."

He raised his head and looked straight at Jiang Wan's eyebrows: "Now, on the bright side, the last person who knew about my past is dead." Can this not matter to me? ”

She looked at Chen Qing, the movements in her hands were all stunned, and she turned her head to avoid the other party's gaze.

"It's like somebody is manipulating it all, and it's so coincidental that it can't be coincidental. Just as I was searching for a clue, the other party stuffed the secret into the grave bag with the secret. What exactly are they going to do...... Who they are and who I am, I even wonder if they are my real relatives.

And ......"

He took a deep breath, suppressed the impulses and anxieties in his mind, and then spoke again: "If you want to solve this matter once and for all, you must find out to what extent the other party's rules can be applied.

What the hell did he take, what did he do, how did he die, and will we die like this. ”

Half an hour after the exchange between the two ended, a crisp glass slam broke the environment of the police station, sounding like a thunderclap in the middle of the night, quieting the chattering crowd in the hall.

They looked at the comer, and a uniformed, blood-stained man pushed open the door and staggered inside.

The men looked at him, and their bodies unconsciously took two steps back, and they pushed to the side, unconsciously making a way.

He walked step by step towards the back of the police station, and when he reached the crowded corridor, the bloody footprints behind him began to dry out, and the noise behind him reappeared, the roar of those people, the roar of those people, the hysterical and hoarse roars, they vented the fear of disbelief that they saw in their hearts.

They wailed, but none of them dared to step forward, and none of them dared to step on the bloody footprints and walk on the path he had walked.

No one dared to tread the way he went, as if the road had become filthy, and did not dare to come forward.

They staggered and fell to the ground. They looked at the road, but the end of the road was no longer visible.

At the end of the road, at the end of the bloody footprints, on the not wide corridor, he held his head, and the blood on his skull was flowing down his hand, and he stepped forward step by step, the head was open, he walked step by step, he held the head up, he lifted it to the place where his neck should be, and the eyelids on that face opened and closed, as he had done in life, and opened and closed his eyes.

In this way, he is recording everyone he sees in the world after death.

He watched as the men staggered two steps, and those who stood in his way were startled and pressed against the wall, their terrified faces just like his own, and the corners of his mouth rose with a slight smile as his hand moved.

And so he walked and walked and walked and walked and walked until he came to a door.

He lowered the head that was on his neck, turned his hand down, and turned his face to the empty position, as if a pair of invisible eyes were looking at his own face.

His body shook, it was nodding, it was the movement of the muscles of the whole body driven by the nodding, he looked at his face, and pushed down with his fingers at the position of the apple muscle, and pushed down at the front of the bridge of his nose, as if he wanted to see the beauty, the throbbing of his mind made him can't help but stay.

He stood there, put the head in his arms straight on his chest, dragged his left hand down, dragged the head in a ninety-degree position, and pushed forward with his right hand, pushing open the door in front of him.

He raised his right hand and swung twice on the edge of his empty head.

It's just that he can no longer hear what is being said in front of him.