The Last Train to Hell

I guess the people in their line of work are most afraid of the suspect and his family members making trouble together.

One insists that he is not drunk, and the other cries, makes a scene, and even hangs himself.

This is enough to give them a headache. There are probably only a few people who are as calm as the two of us.

But even if I am calmer, my case is difficult to handle. I know this better than anyone else.

I want to know now how the well-kept mobile phone appeared in the detention room.

I don’t believe that the police didn’t check the surveillance, but if they can find it out by checking the surveillance, they will not say nothing.

And that software, I always feel that the software is not that simple.

So far, there should be no discovery.

Even if the technical department of the Ministry of Public Security is very powerful.

But that thing is not made by humans, but by evil spirits. Who knows what it is?

This is probably the longest day I have ever spent. No one cares about me, and no one comes to ask me about the situation.

They could have let me go to the detention room to sleep, but they didn’t. Instead, they kept me in the interrogation room.

I sat on the chair for too long, and my legs were stiff. If it wasn't at noon, it would be at night.

They took me to the toilet several times, and I had no doubt that my waist was broken.

Even if my waist wasn't broken at this moment, it wasn't too far away. Anyway, I felt a lot of pain when I moved.

I wanted to stretch my hands to rub my waist, but my hands were still handcuffed to the table, and I couldn't move at all. It was embarrassing.

I was a suspect, so why did they keep a close watch on me? There was no substantial evidence to prove that I must have committed a crime.

On the contrary, there was a lot of evidence that could prove that I hadn't committed a crime. Why did they treat me like this?

Although I had a lot of grievances in my heart, I didn't want to contradict them.

I also knew that the police station should be very busy at this moment. When the victim driver woke up, he would probably testify that I was the murderer.

He was not the murderer, but he would definitely say that I was the one who hurt him.

After all, our faces looked exactly the same, and our bodies were exactly the same.

How could he, an ordinary person, find out the clues?

What surprised me the most was that I was suddenly called out of the detention room in the middle of the night.

The reason was that the victim woke up and directly denied that I was the one who hurt him.

I was taken directly to the hospital and saw the victim.

I felt that he looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who this person was?

He looked very weak, probably because of excessive blood loss.

When he saw me, he began to shake his head constantly, and then spoke weakly and intermittently.

"Police comrade, don't worry, I didn't lie. The person who hurt me was not Su Ren. If he had the courage, he would have chopped Jinsuocheng long ago."

I just felt incredible in my heart when I came just now.

Although I have heard from others that this person did not say that I did not cut off his arm.

Instead, he kept saying that the murderer was someone else, which made me feel difficult to understand.

I didn't expect that even if I appeared in front of him, he would still say so.

The person in the photo, I sometimes doubt whether it is my second personality?

What's more, it's him, why is he sure that the person is not me?

The victim's answer solved the mystery for me.

"This guy has been following me since he first came to the bus company. We have a pretty good relationship."

I suddenly remembered who the victim was? Zhang Laosi.

When I first came to the company, he took care of me the most, but then we gradually had less contact.

The main reason was that the driving time was different. I often drove the bus at noon.

When I came back, they had finished their meals and were out again.

As time went by, we had less time to talk together, and our relationship naturally became sparse.

It was also because we hadn't seen each other for a long time, otherwise I wouldn't have forgotten him.

"Maybe he didn't notice it himself. When he spoke, he would subconsciously bite his lips."

Zhang Laosi said slowly.

I pursed my lips and just wanted to speak, but I found that my only canine tooth was indeed biting on my lower lip.

I really have this habit, which makes me feel incredible.

To be honest, if Zhang Laosi hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought that I had such a habit.

In fact, this kind of small habit when speaking is basically noticed by others, but not by oneself.

Just like I noticed that when Wang Jiuye spoke, he would subconsciously use his thumb to pick his middle finger.

And I am probably what Zhang Laosi said, I would bite my lips with my teeth when speaking.

"The man who cut off my arm last night was not holding an electric saw, but a knife, which looked rusty. In fact, when he cut my arm, he just swung it lightly, and my arm was directly cut off by him. And such a neat wound is not something that an ordinary person can make."

Zhang Laosi became more and more excited as he spoke, and he started coughing violently after saying this.

His face flushed red, and even the infusion needle and infusion bottle on his hand began to vibrate violently.

The doctor and nurse outside the door were called in by his violent cough.

Looking at his condition, it was really bad, so they could only let me and the police leave here first.

The doctor and nurse looked at me with some contempt.

I can understand that, after all, the people present were victims, and I was here as a suspect.

People who break the law like this are naturally not welcome in the eyes of doctors and nurses.

In fact, I also think it is a pity to waste the power of saving lives and healing the wounded on criminals.

But it is too cold to watch someone die without saving him.

Back to the police station, my treatment was much better, and the handcuffs on my hands were removed.

There was also an extra bed in the detention room, and as for the things Lin Hualong sent me, they were all neatly placed on the table.

There were many other things that were not opened, and some even had police logos.

They should have been distributed by their internal staff.

I was basically cleared of suspicion, so it was normal for my treatment to increase.

As for the things the police station compensated me with, what kind of life did I have last night? What kind of life did I have today?

They always have to give me an explanation. They are treating me better now, just because they are afraid that I will get angry with them.

After all, it is difficult to do a big thing now, but if you want to incite public opinion and arouse the anger of the people against the police.

It was still easy, after all, even for rational middle-aged people.

There were also many angry young people, not to mention that there was no real-name system on the Internet.

No one could see each other, so naturally everyone could speak freely.

I drank two cups of hot water and lay on the bed to continue sleeping.