A Guest in a Ghost House

Chapter 3: Ask questions

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I couldn't help but smile wryly, how should I answer this question? Obviously the police couldn't see the photo, otherwise they wouldn't just throw it away and chat with him, they would have handcuffed him long ago.

"I said that I felt something would happen to his child, do you believe it?" After saying this, I felt completely devastated, and my voice became smaller and smaller.

But Wu Jian laughed and said: "I believe, believe, come with us."

After speaking, two policemen came up and set me up, one on the left and the other on the right. It was obvious that I didn't believe it, and I was almost handcuffed.

No way, who made me so impulsive, but I didn't do it myself, the police can't frame it. I thought so in my heart, but as an ordinary citizen, I have a natural sense of fear of the police, not to mention my own affairs can't be explained.

This was also the first time in my life that I sat in a police car, and with the lights whistling, I quickly entered the Public Security Bureau.

The two policemen took me all the way to an empty room and asked me to sit down before leaving the room and standing at the door.

Wu Jian came in with two glasses of water, put a glass of water in front of me, sat down opposite me, and pointed to the camera next to me.

He smiled and said, "It's already midnight, why don't you tell me everything you know, and then we all go to bed earlier?"

I had a bitter face, and although I knew that the other party would not believe it, I still said: "I really feel that the child is in danger, I am not a murderer."

Wu Jian nodded solemnly: "Well, it feels like, yes, I really don't want to say that the child is dead, right?"

I froze for a moment, wishing I could slap myself hard twice, now that the yellow mud fell into my crotch, it was either shit or shit.

Wu Jian seemed to see through my thoughts, shook his head and said puzzledly: "I'm very strange, you have no contact with that child's family, how could you think of hanging that child?"

Hanged, the child was hanged, I was confused for a moment, could it be that I made a mistake, another child was killed, and I hit it by mistake? What is this

Wu Jian put his head close to my ear and whispered, "Your expression is very strange."

I subconsciously turned my head to one side, and said with a slight cry: "I really don't know anything, I just feel that the child is in danger."

Wu Jian returned to his seat and nodded as if agreeing: "How did you hang that child to death?"

I almost collapsed. I saw a 5 or 6-year-old child in the photo folded into a strange shape and put into a small space, but how did the child next door be hanged? How do I know

Fear and anxiety made my voice louder unconsciously: "I didn't kill it, I really felt it."

I almost yelled out what I just said, and my whole body became depressed, and I slumped on the chair.

Wu Jian stretched out his finger and made a silent gesture around his mouth: "Talk slowly, don't rush, the time, um, it's only 3 o'clock, it's still early before dawn."

Wu Jian took out a photo from the file bag on one side and said: "The child is only 5 years old, a very cute child, just hanging like this, by the way, see if he is cute." The photo is placed in front of my eyes.

The photo shows a little boy sitting on a golden wooden elephant and waving mischievously. The boy in the photo is obviously the same boy in the photo I received.

How is this going? Judging from the photos I received, the little boy was definitely not hanged.

I was staring blankly at the photo when Wu Jian's voice came over again: "Isn't it cute?"

"The child was really hanged?" I was very surprised, and I didn't care about being suspected anymore. If I could prove that the horrible photos I received were fake, then I would be willing to be suspected, after all, the person is really not me. killed.

Wu Jian spread his hands: "Otherwise what do you think?"

I almost said what I saw in the photo, but immediately realized that it was wrong, and closed my mouth tightly, but there was a tinge of joy in my heart.

At this time, a policeman came in, glanced at me, leaned over and whispered something in Wu Jian's ear.

Wu Jian showed a surprised expression, looked at me with deep eyes and said, "Take a rest first, think about that kid's cute face, and I'll go out."

After speaking, he stood up and hurried out together with the police who had just entered.

I didn't think about why Wu Jian left. If the child was really hanged as Wu Jian said, then whether the photo I received was just a prank, although I also feel that this idea is a bit self-deceiving.

Could it be that the child was put into that narrow space after being hanged, or hung up after being killed.

Thinking about it, I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up from the nightmare, Wu Jian was sitting opposite me eating bread.

Seeing that I woke up, Wu Jian pushed the remaining bread in the plastic bag in front of me, swallowed hard the bread in his mouth and said, "I'm having nightmares, it's normal, I usually have nightmares, come, eat some."

I shook my head, the room was completely enclosed, and I couldn't see the weather outside at all.

"Its daybreak?"

Wu Jian finished the bread in his hands in a few mouthfuls, nodded and said, "It's already 10 o'clock in the morning."

Wu Jian took out the paper, wiped his mouth, and asked casually, "By the way, what did you use to hang that child?"

I was speechless immediately. Now I should say that the policeman is dedicated or scold him severely. After thinking about it, I really couldn't muster up the courage to scold him, so I had no strength to say: "I really didn't kill that child."

Wu Jian nodded: "I believe you."

Here we go again, why is this policeman talking ironically like a woman.

Wu Jian also seemed to feel that I didn't believe him, so he continued: "I really believe you, the murderer was caught last night, it was the uncle of that kid, I'm just surprised, do you really feel that kid has Danger?"

Hearing that the murderer was caught, I let out a big sigh of relief, and kept chanting: "Just catch it, just catch it."

Wu Jian shook his hand in front of my eyes and said, "You haven't answered me yet?"

"I really feel it."

Wu Jian showed a surprised look and said, "What else do you feel?"

I hesitated for a while, whether to tell the boy in the photo or just tell me about the photo, but in the end I shook my head, indicating that I only felt that the child was in danger.

Wu Jian showed a dishonest expression, got up with a sigh, and said, "I know you're not telling the truth, forget it, you can go, but you can't leave the city for the time being, this is my business card."

As he said that, he handed over a white business card, and seeing that I had answered it, he whispered mysteriously: "Next time if you feel something, call me, oh, by the way, that child was not hanged, I will I lied to you." After finishing speaking, he blinked his eyes.

Sure enough, the photo really exists, but now is not the time to think about it. I stood up and nodded to Wu Jian again and again. Of course, nodding is just to be polite, the ghost will call you, and I will never do this again stupid thing.

But in the end, I still put the business card in my pocket by some mysterious coincidence.

Since you can't escape, what should you do? As Wu Jian said, that child is really cute.