There were no lights on in the interrogation room, so it looked a little dark.
There was a bald man sitting in the room. He was thin and tall. His appearance could be described as handsome. He had a very weird black tattoo on the left half of his face, which spread from the corner of his eye to his collarbone, adding a bit of charm to him.
different.
Bai Mo looked at it several times, but still couldn't see what pattern it was.
The man looked quite stern. He kept his eyes lowered and remained motionless. Even when he heard the sound of opening the door, he did not react at all. He seemed to be uninterested in anything.
"Xiao Yinzhi, I have something to ask you."
Lu Zhan turned on the light and called the prisoner's name, but the other party seemed not to hear him and continued his actions without raising his head.
There was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, with a hint of contempt, as if he didn't bother to talk to Lu Zhan at all.
Lu Zhan was not annoyed. He walked up to the man and knocked on the table a few times. He said calmly: "Xiao Yinzhi, don't sleep. Wake up quickly."
Bai Mo was still thinking about how the guy in the interrogation room managed to get away with the business of buying and selling corpses. When he heard this, he was stunned for a moment——
Hey, isn't this guy's eyes open? Why did the Army tell him not to sleep?
Is it true that some people sleep with their eyes open?
He looked at the bald man and found that the man was breathing evenly and his eyes were unblinking, as if he was really asleep.
As Lu Zhan shouted, the man quickly woke up. First there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and then he became impatient. When he was about to speak, he saw clearly that it was Lu Zhan in front of him, so he started laughing again.
He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said flatteringly: "Good evening, officer, have you eaten?"
"It's daytime now."
Bai Mo seemed not to hear the second half of his words, and sneered: "Why, what are you dreaming about?"
"Hey, I knew you were special, police officer. You could tell even when I had a sweet dream."
The bald man named Xiao Yinzhi chuckled and said, "I dreamed that I left the police station and was eating and drinking at home... maybe my dream will come true soon."
"You are wrong." At this moment, a voice interrupted hesitantly, "There is a saying that dreams and reality are opposite."
It was Bai Mo who spoke.
The man was stunned and looked thoughtful: "So... I will eat and drink in the police station?"
"It's hard to tell."
The man asked with great interest: "Why?"
"There is something called decapitation rice. You can have it according to the prisoner's requirements. After you eat and drink, you can go on your way without worries." Bai Mo said seriously.
"What road are you on? What era are you talking about!" The man seemed to have been hit in a sore spot, and said angrily, "Also, I am only a suspect at the moment, don't treat me like a death row prisoner!"
"It's not 'just a suspicion'."
Hearing this, Lu Zhan immediately shook his head and said, "There are no less than thirty corpses found in your underground garage alone, and the origin of each one is unknown."
"Officer, you're wronged!" As soon as he said this, two tears appeared on the man's face. The tattoo on his left face squirmed and he said sadly, "I don't know where those corpses came from. There are simply people.
You are wronging me!"
"Unjustly accused? Then how do you explain the origins of those more than thirty corpses?"
"I said I don't know, if I have to explain..." The man seemed a little embarrassed, racking his brains before his eyes lit up, and he asked tentatively, "Officer, do you think there is such a possibility... those corpses are ready
Partying in my basement garage?”
Lu Zhan sneered: "What do you think?"
The man thought for a moment and nodded: "I think it makes sense."
"..."
That's ok!
The corner of Lu Zhan's mouth twitched, and out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught sight of Bai Mo, who was deep in thought, and his heart suddenly tightened——
Was it discovered by the tombkeeper?
Bai Mo lowered his head and thought for a long time, his brows furrowed, as if he noticed something strange.
"What's wrong?" Lu Zhan said calmly.
"Lu Jun, I suddenly discovered a problem."
"What's the problem?"
"This guy actually has a parking lot at home..." Bai Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"So what?"
"This shows that this guy's family is very rich!"
"If I have to say it, my family is indeed relatively wealthy. Is there any problem?" the man said with a grin.
"Rich people still sell corpses?"
"Well..." Lu Zhan pulled Bai Mo aside and whispered, "There is something wrong with the prisoner's brain."
Something wrong with your brain?
Bai Mo was stunned and couldn't help but glance at the bald man a few more times. Seeing the sneer on his face, he felt a little complicated for no reason.
To be honest, this guy is very handsome. Coupled with that strange tattoo on his face, he really has a cold tone when he doesn't speak. I'm afraid some women will call him husband after just one look at him.
But this guy happened to have a mouth...
"Let me ask you, has my body been stolen by you?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Corpse? Did you throw away the corpse?" The man was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with fright, as if he had heard something terrible.
He looked around, looked at Bai Mo seriously, and said, "Are you sure you lost the body?"
Bai Mo was stunned by his expression. It seemed like this guy cared more about the corpse than me...
He replied: "Yes, I'm sure."
Hearing this, the man looked stern and suddenly took out a stack of photos from his arms, pulled out two and showed them in front of Bai Mo's eyes.
"Young young man, are you throwing away this handsome male corpse - or this stunning female corpse?"
The photo showed a man and a woman, both lying in expensive coffins, with outstanding looks and peaceful expressions, as if they were asleep.
Bai Mo was stunned and subconsciously replied: "No, what I threw should be a rotten male corpse..."
The man said happily: "Ah, you are such an honest young man. These two axes... no, these two corpses are yours!"
What an ax!
Bai Mo was dumbfounded, what the hell is this guy?
He turned to look at Lu Zhan.
"I told you, this guy's brain is not working well."
Lu Zhan also looked strange. His lips moved and he said in an inaudible voice, "When we first discovered the prisoner, he was giving lessons to the more than thirty corpses."
"Class?" Bai Mo was stunned and also lowered his voice.
"Yes, he used the entire underground garage as a classroom, prepared desks, books, and even a pile of stationery for everyone, and then taught them a serious lesson."
Bai Mo asked curiously: "What class are you taking?"
"Advanced Mathematics."
"Hiss--it's really creepy."
"Who says it's not the case? A living person actually teaches a group of dead people..." Lu Zhan sighed slightly, "It's really creepy."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about." Bai Mo shook his head and said, "What I mean is that this guy's brains actually dare to give people advanced mathematics. It's really creepy.