"Is there room for one person in the suitcase?" Owl climbed onto the sofa seat and removed a moderate suitcase from the high luggage rack. The suitcase was not heavy, but he felt that these suitcases were too large. Being small, it is unlikely to fit a person in it.
"If the deceased was a woman, she would be very thin..." The crow walked up to the owl at some point, and the words of keeping a distance were forgotten by the two of them at the same time. The crow patted the box that the owl had brought down: " I think this box can fit in it."
"How about picking those that are particularly big and heavy first?" Owl suggested.
The crow nodded and said, "It's worth a try."
There are too many suitcases. It is not difficult to just jump out of those extra large boxes. The difficulty is that those boxes are almost all crowded together, heavy and bulky, and there are other piles on top of each other. If you want to take out one of the boxes, you have to clear out the surrounding ones as well.
Owl was first upset about this:
"This is not an easy job. If the murderer packs the body in a certain box to make it concealed and inconspicuous, then he must use other boxes to cover it. But with so many boxes, only one person can It's hard to move."
"The murderer killed a person silently, and then he had to move a lot of boxes, and he couldn't wake us who might be asleep at the time."
"I think I know why." The crow opened one of the boxes, and they both saw inside—it was empty.
"If the box is empty, it's much lighter and easier to move around."
"Interesting." The owl smiled, "But if the box is empty, where does the luggage go?"
"It may be everywhere." The crow looked around: "Look, this carriage is very dirty and messy, there is also a lot of garbage, there is food on the table, clothes and other things on the sofa, if there are not many things in the suitcase, It becomes easy to spread it out and throw it away."
And... The crow walked around several sofa seats, and lifted the sofa covers of several sofa seats, and as expected, he saw several sets of clothes folded inside.
In order to move and hide the corpse box more easily, the murderer must have emptied several small boxes around it. From this point of view, the box hiding the corpse can be easily locked. As long as there is an empty box The place next to it must be what they are looking for.
Both the crow and the owl set their eyes on a large black suitcase.
They looked at each other and started to move the big box at the same time. The box was very big and heavy. They touched it with one hand. They didn't know what kind of liquid was on the box. The crow looked down at his hand, which was covered with water. Dark brown sticky trails.
"There is blood." The owl was already sure.
They moved the box down and put it on the ground, and then they discovered that the box actually matched the cleaner spot on the ground that was not occupied by garbage.
"This box was originally placed on the ground, and it may have been empty from the beginning." The crow guessed. "Because it's so big, the murderer used it to hold the corpse."
"Shall we open it?" The owl began to be timid this time.
The crow also seemed a little nervous, he took a deep breath: "Open it, we still have to find the key."
There is no lock on the box, and the box can be opened by opening the buckle. When it is opened, an indescribable smell of blood and a faint smell of corpses rush to the face. The owl on the side frowned and took a step back, and the crow also frowned. But he was bold enough to pull the box open and look down at the corpse inside.
The corpse was curled up into a ball, without any blood stains on his body, only a blue mark on his neck, which proved that he was strangled to death.
His hair was disheveled and his head was arched inward, but he could still see the profile of his face clearly.
The deceased was a man, a thin-looking man.
The moment the crow saw this man, he couldn't help but gasped. Goosebumps all over his body all of a sudden. He was completely frightened. He couldn't help but took a few steps back, and even sat down on the ground.
He knew this dead man, no—it should be said that he had just met him!
"My God! What's going on!" The crow screamed, he pointed at the suitcase containing the corpse, turned his head and stared at the owl next to him in horror: "This guy looks exactly like you! "
Yes, the skinny man in the suitcase looks exactly like an owl, his face is very small, he looks like a teenager, curled up in the suitcase very quietly, as if he was asleep , is sleeping forever.
However, the owl didn't seem surprised. He squatted down next to the suitcase and stroked the hair of the corpse in the suitcase. He seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes darkened.
"What I'm sure of is that I'm not a twin, nor do I have any siblings." Owl said, he seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes stopped on the ear of the dead man in the box. He saw that the earlobe was wearing a Black stud earrings. The discovery seemed to darken the owl's look even more.
"Really... didn't you kill him?" The crow sat on the ground and leaned back a little. He leaned on a sofa seat, and his hands searched subconsciously on the sofa, trying to find a weapon that could protect him.
The crow instinctively felt the danger, but he didn't know where the danger came from. He was full of vigilance and fear for the man in front of him who seemed familiar but unfamiliar. Thought.
But now is not the time, he must find a way to get away from the owls and these people quickly, and then find a way to escape.
The owl also seemed a little restless. He glanced at the crow and said, "Although he looks exactly like me, I don't think I have any reason to kill anyone."
"I don't think so." The crow leaned on the back of the sofa and stood up, staring intently at the owl: "The same appearance can be used as a reason."
"It's just that he looks exactly like me, so why should I kill him?" The owl seemed to be agitated, he was already squatting beside the suitcase, and he subconsciously grabbed the edge of the suitcase, even more inadvertently at this moment He firmly pressed the wrist of the corpse in the box.
The wrist of the corpse was tense, and one hand was also clenched into a fist, as if holding something tightly. The thing was probably a pendant or something, but only a broken black pendant chain was exposed between the fingers.
It's just that neither the emotional crow nor the owl noticed this interesting discovery.
The crow has almost arbitrarily believed that the owl is the murderer. Think about it, when you lose all your memory when you open your eyes, and a person who looks exactly like you appears in front of you, isn't it a terrible thing? All fear of the unknown and uncertain factors can become a motive for killing. Even if the truth is outrageous, it will not be more outrageous than it is now!
But soon the owl interrupted the crow's arbitrary routine. He lowered his voice and roared at the crow: "I know what you think, and I can think of what you can think of! But you have to understand! We lost all our memories , I can’t think of anyone’s face I’m familiar with right now! Including myself!”
The crow paused, and instantly understood what the owl wanted to express. So he calmly thought for a while, and couldn't help touching his face.
Owl is right. The crow thought wistfully, because when he just woke up, he couldn't remember anyone's face, including his own, and it was only after that that he looked in the mirror in the process of searching the dead body in the toilet to see himself clearly What does it look like. So at this time, even if he sees a person who looks exactly like himself, the crow should not immediately find that this person looks exactly like himself.
In the same way, the owl shouldn't have found out that this man had the same face as himself in the first place, and killed him for this reason alone.
But if not, then who killed him
The crow bit his lip slightly.
It is impossible for me to kill people, because my memory only started from the moment I woke up, and I have no reason to kill a stranger, even if we may have known each other before, there may be conflicts or hostility before that, but these Feelings will naturally come to naught without memory as the basis.
Since it is impossible for him to kill, the crow will naturally doubt the man in front of him. This kind of suspicion seems to be his instinct, but the crow cannot stop his own suspicion, because all human beings, when they are hindered by survival and in crisis, will start to seek Any way to keep yourself alive.
Only by surviving can we survive.
"Don't think about who this guy is anymore, he's dead anyway... isn't he?" Owl's expression slowly returned to calm. He lowered his head and reached out to fumble for a while on the pants of the corpse. The clothes worn by the corpse were exactly the same as those worn by the crow owl. It was also a set of dark gray-blue clothes, the same as prison uniforms.
The owl quickly took out a key from the corpse, a light black key.
The crow glanced at him and said suddenly, "Give me the key."
The owl looked at the crow with strange eyes, but without any struggle, he honestly threw the key to the crow. He knew that this person did not believe him. For a moment, I didn't even believe in myself.
"I don't want to waste time in this damn car." The crow got the key and stood up, saying: "There are still twelve cars waiting for us until we reach the locomotive. During this period, as long as you don't I won't do anything dangerous to you."
"Does this mean to form an alliance temporarily?"
"You can think of it this way." The crow backed away step by step, and finally reached the connecting door between the 13th and 12th cars. He glanced at the owl, turned around and stuffed the key into the keyhole on the door. The size is just right, it seems that this is indeed the key.
The owl was still squatting next to the box containing the corpse. He looked down at the poor man who looked exactly like him inside, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand to pull the arm of the corpse.
The corpse is curled sideways, like a baby curled up in the mother's body. When the owl pulls the arms of the corpse, it is natural to see the nameplate embroidered on the chest of the corpse's clothes. word-
[Owl]
"This is really the worst discovery ever." Owl subconsciously covered her chest, and said to herself in a low, inaudible voice.