The Last Train to Hell

I started to think about what I had just experienced, and I always felt that everything was weird. I was afraid it would be 11:20 now.

The driver who was killed must have gone to the hospital for rescue, but I don’t know if he was rescued. If he was not rescued, would the debt be charged to me?

I wanted to rub my temples, but found that the back of my hand was leaning on the table and I couldn't lift it.

Sure enough, it feels uncomfortable to be a prisoner. I just hope that I can clear my name and leave this hellish place as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if there is another ten or eight days, I may die suddenly in prison.

I don’t know what the curse is on the last bus on Route 14. What kind of curse will I die of in the end? Will it be bleeding from all my orifices, or some other way of death?

If I have to die, I hope I can die without any pain, preferably in my sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but two policemen walked in again, and the policeman who had just asked the question sat in the jury seat.

The young policeman who spoke very rudely sat directly on the interrogation table.

"The two of us went out to discuss your situation just now. We feel that you are not lying, but your words can only be used as part of the evidence, not complete evidence. We will invite witnesses in a moment, which are your roommates. And your good friend, do you remember the license plate number of the taxi you took? "

I shook my head. It was all nonsense. I didn't look carefully at the license plate number when I took a taxi.

I am a grown man and the driver is the only one in the car. What can he do to me?

So I didn't pay attention to this at all. When I got off the bus, he asked me if I wanted an invoice.

I shook my head and refused. If I had known, I would have asked for an invoice.

I thought of the taxi I was riding in, as if it was passing by the construction site.

Generally speaking, surveillance will be installed from the day of construction on the construction site to see if the surveillance will illuminate the taxi.

"I can't remember the license plate number, but the car passed by the vacant lot next to the company. There are usually surveillance systems in places where construction is going on. You can go and adjust the surveillance there.

This time the old policeman showed a trace of doubt and repeated the word "construction" to me. "

I nodded, and I did pass by the construction site when I took the car to the company.

I could see it clearly, and the driver told me the same thing. Could it be that I was blinded?

No, the driver didn't say that construction was going to be done in this place several years ago.

It was not until today that construction officially started, and it was full of twists and turns.

"Isn't it? When I was riding in the car today, I saw many workers busy working in the open space over there. I also asked the driver. The driver told me that houses were to be built there several years ago, and it has been delayed until now. It’s got some clues.”

I said seriously, but the old policeman was confused.

He looked at me blankly, and then at the young policeman next to him.

"Is there any construction going on there?"

I heard him ask the young policeman next to him in a low voice. The young policeman shook his head, thought about it, and shook his head firmly again.

There was no construction going on there, so what did I see? Then what happened to the taxi I took? Could it be that the golden lock was harming me?

Even the taxi driver bribed him, right? Then he is too crazy.

Thinking about how Jin Suocheng moved me to live alone in a deserted apartment, I felt that Jin Suocheng was just right no matter how crazy he was.

I felt a little desperate for a moment, and the driver couldn't find Lin Hualong.

Not necessarily telling the truth, but my roommate is telling the truth.

It cannot be regarded as real evidence at all. How can I exonerate myself?

Can that strange software on your phone prove anything?

There was a sudden knock on the door of the interrogation room, and the conversation between me and the police was interrupted.

I very much hope that the person who pushed in the door will tell the two people in the interrogation room that it was a misunderstanding and let me go quickly.

But I also know that this is just my extravagant hope and it is impossible to happen.

If they could really let me go with just one sentence, they wouldn't come here specifically to interrogate me.

I'm afraid there will be some substantive evidence that can prove that I committed a crime.

And I couldn't find out that I had no evidence of a crime.

Is it possible that I really have to suffer this unjust injustice? I am not willing to do so. If it is really murder and arson, I think it should be punished by law.

This is the responsibility I should bear, but I have not done anything, but I am asked to bear this responsibility. Naturally, I feel unhappy.

The police officer who came in had my cell phone in his hand, and it had the picture I mentioned, and it looked very brutal.

The mobile phone was passed back and forth between the two interrogating officers. The two pointed at the person in the picture, looked at me again and finally nodded.

Just now I could feel that the old policeman's attitude had changed slightly, but now the photo once again awakened his cold attitude, and he became as bad as before.

"I think you are completely lying. You are not telling the truth. I suggest that you should confess and be given leniency."

I shook my head helplessly, I really didn't do anything.

What can I confess? Is it that I have to admit that I did this?

If I admit it now, it will be difficult to retract my confession later, so I will definitely not admit it now.

You must do everything possible and use various reasons to prove your innocence, no matter what? I can't even give in.

"Since you said you didn't kill the person, what happened to the photos on your phone?"

Hearing him ask this question, I was confused and glanced at him. Didn’t I just say that? That software pops up, what does it have to do with me?

Is he asking questions knowingly, or is he pretending to be confused?

"I don't know what pops up in that software. You can check my phone. Now I'm stuck in that interface and can't exit at all."

When I said this, the policeman holding my phone turned on the phone screen again, clicked on the picture, and found that there was really no response.

I swiped left and right again, but it still doesn't move. I clicked the return key or nothing, but nothing happened.

Even the power button doesn't have a way to force the phone to shut down.

This shows how rogue this software is?

This can be regarded as giving me a more favorable auxiliary evidence. It proves from the side that I only appeared in the toilet of the bus company because of this software.

I don’t know where it happened? The screen suddenly turned into a string of text, and the policeman holding the mobile phone couldn't help but read it out.

"Task 1 has been completed. Congratulations to Su Ren for successfully passing the test."

After the policeman finished reading, he took a good look at this line of text.