The Last Train to Hell

Then there will be nothing wrong.

I am still eager to know what the software is, and whether it was made by Jinsuocheng.

I guess it was probably made by Jinsuocheng, especially to entertain me.

Sometimes I just can't understand, I am just an ordinary person, what will happen if I am released?

Why go to so much trouble to take my life?

Since he wants my life, he can just kill me when he sees me alone.

Why go to so much trouble?

Whether it is making this software or letting me live in an unfinished building before, it is not a small project.

The initial investment must be not small.

To put it bluntly, with his initial investment, it is a question whether my life is worth the money?

Seeing that I was in a much better state, Wang Jiuye didn't stay here for long, nodded to me, and disappeared into the room.

Not long after he disappeared, the old policeman came in with a meal, took the initiative to uncuff my handcuffs, and pushed the meal in front of me.

"What were you mumbling about just now? Are you scared? Don't worry, as long as you are innocent, we will definitely clear your name. But if you deceive your superiors and subordinates and really commit a murder, don't blame us for being ruthless."

I nodded randomly and looked at the food he brought over. I thought it was quite delicious.

I brought the food to myself and took two bites.

I felt a blockage in my stomach and couldn't eat.

Just now, Master Wang Jiu told me not to worry or be afraid.

But whoever it happened to would be worried and scared?

I have lived for 25 years, but I have never done anything that hurt the world.

How could I be framed in such a dirty way?

I would rather die on the last bus of No. 14 like the previous drivers of the last bus of No. 14.

It is better than losing my life in an unclear way, and then I will have a stain on my body.

"Is the person found in the toilet dead? Is there any evidence that proves that I was not at the crime scene? Has the software been cracked?"

I asked all the questions I wanted to ask in my heart.

As I spoke, I felt so uncomfortable.

I wanted to cry, but I felt it was not worth it.

I pursed my lips and looked at the policeman named Lao He, hoping that he could give me a reasonable answer.

If there is a breakthrough in any of these aspects, the day when I will be cleared of the charges is just around the corner.

Lao He shook his head, nodded, and thought for a while before telling me.

"The injured person in the toilet has saved his life, but his mental state is not very good. It seems that he was stimulated. The forensic doctor identified that the wound on his body was not cut by an electric saw. In other words, the two photos of you holding an electric saw and grinning next to him are likely not true."

I said that the wound was so smooth that it was absolutely impossible to complete it with human power.

Such a smooth wound is still large in area. How can a person make it?

Even if a large machine wants to cut the wound so smoothly, it is probably not easy.

In the photo, I was holding an electric saw, and the electric saw hit my body with a notch.

There must be many damaged places, and it is absolutely impossible to have an intact wound.

But since I can be ruled out of suspicion of committing the crime, why don’t you let me go? Could there be other reasons?

"If I am ruled out of suspicion, why can’t I be released?"

I am afraid that some new clues will be found, and this clue points to my crime.

I really can’t figure out what kind of thing I should use.

To cut off a person’s arm and ensure that the wound is smooth and smooth.

Lao He shook his head helplessly and said to me dryly, "Although you can basically rule out the suspicion of committing the crime, you can’t guarantee that it is not yours at all, so you can’t go out in the next few days, unless someone can provide evidence of your absence, or the real suspect is arrested."

I smiled bitterly and thought that it is basically impossible to catch the real suspect.

How can the police catch the ghosts who commit crimes? They come and go without a trace.

Just like Wang Jiuye, who suddenly appeared in the house just now.

I am very sure that they will not find any traces of Wang Jiuye's appearance.

It is even possible that I am the only one mumbling to myself in the surveillance.

The person who was killed in the toilet is not in danger of his life, so I am relieved. At least I will not implicate other people.

And he is not dead, so even if I am proven to be the murderer, I am not the murderer.

Then I will not be the murderer, at most I will be an attempted murderer.

In the end, I will be sentenced to a maximum of ten or eight years. As long as the curse does not break out, it is not impossible for me to walk out of the prison.

I suddenly want to cry. Since the death of my blind grandfather, I have rarely cried.

This time it is really the grief in my heart, like a substance, it cannot be dissolved.

I can't help but lower my head and look at the floor tiles in front of me quietly.

And the leftovers I just ate.

I can't help but start to cry.

Lao He, looking at my appearance, doesn't know how to comfort me. It can be seen that he is a good policeman.

At first, he didn't say a word to me and even scolded me, just because I was a murderer in his heart.

Now I can basically get rid of suspicion, and his attitude towards me will improve.

I suddenly became curious, what did Lin Hualong say to the police just now? What kind of plan did he and Wang Jiuye make?

Does this software that I accidentally opened have anything to do with him?

I always feel that I have been trapped in this pit step by step and cannot get out, which has a lot to do with Lin Hualong.

Although I know that I can't blame Lin Hualong completely, I always feel uneasy.

There is a suspicion in my heart that when I can't notice, he secretly contacts Jinsuocheng again.

I know that such suspicion should not exist for our extremely dangerous relationship.

But I can't control my brain, and I always doubt him subconsciously.

I even doubt myself, whether I have split into a second personality.

The second personality contacts Jinsuocheng when I am not paying attention, and wants to eliminate me.

Sometimes I admire my imagination, how can it be so big?

Mingming is usually a simple-minded person with strong limbs.

But when encountering any problems, I always subconsciously think about it. It was as if there was a strange thing living in my head.

Lao He stayed with me for a while and then left. I had no idea what he was doing in this detention room.