"Oh, we are the police. We have a case that requires your cooperation. But don't worry, we are just asking. Do you have a friend named Zhou Jie?"
Xiao Fan really felt a little surprised. There was a sudden news this early in the morning, which made his sleepiness completely return to zero. He felt vaguely uneasy, and he had probably guessed that it was not a good thing. Because he had experienced these things too recently.
Much more.
"Yes. What happened to him?"
"He's dead." The other party said solemnly, in the voice of a policewoman.
"How...how did he die?" Although he had quickly accepted this fact, his voice was still a bit choked up.
Everyone has gone, everyone has gone, why is this? Why?
"When is it convenient for you? I will tell you slowly then."
"...Tomorrow, tomorrow is Saturday."
"Okay, excuse me." After saying that, he hung up the phone politely.
Everything seems in order, everything seems ordinary, everything seems unimportant.
However, my heart felt inexplicably sad. No matter what happened in the past, after all, everyone had laughed and experienced it together.
Is his life inextricably linked to death from now on?
…
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
I seem to remember something.
I seem to have spoken to him and Zhou Jie, right?
That sudden phone call, that frightening phone call. Why did my memory only wake up now?
Could it be automatic selective amnesia in the cerebral cortex?
Memory is like a submarine in the deep sea, now rising to the surface.
Zhou Jie's voice came from the other end of the phone like a life-saving straw. He was shouting to himself, calling for help. His voice was stagnant or even unclear, as if something was strangling his throat. Later, gradually,
, gradually, his cry for help slowed down, and then there was deathly silence.
Thinking about it now, Zhou Jie probably encountered some fatal danger at that time. However, he was helpless at that time because the other party could not tell his specific location until his death (if he was killed at that time), so that
Xiao Fan was completely helpless.
But why didn't he call the police at that time?
Xiao Fan didn't know at all.
Because he has lost his memory since then.
…
Saturday, I don’t know how many Saturdays it was, but it was long enough that he started to get tired of this Saturday.
He did not go out this Saturday. He got up early and cooked noodles and ate them with beef sauce. Then he quietly waited for the police to visit.
Finally, at 11:13 in the morning, the doorbell rang.
Three seconds after the doorbell rang, Xiao Fan opened the heavy security door and invited the three police officers who arrived in civilian clothes as promised.
"Come in and sit wherever you like. Would you like some tea?"
"Thank you, no need."
Three police officers, two men and one woman, wearing black suits sat down on the sofa. To be honest, this was Xiao Fan's first face-to-face conversation with the police. He had never seen a real plainclothes police officer.
Xiao Fan also sat down on the sofa. Several police officers turned to face him. The female police officer held a notebook in her hand and touched the pen tip lightly to the paper.
"Please don't be nervous, this is just a business question," the male police officer said.
Xiao Fan nodded lightly.
"Excuse me, what did you say to Zhou Jie last time?"
"How do you know..." Xiao Fan immediately felt that he was so stupid, "You continue."
The female police officer on the side has already jotted it down in her notebook.
The police officer didn't say anything, they were waiting for Xiao Fan's answer.
"That day, he suddenly called me and asked me for help on the other end of the phone."
"What is he asking for help? Why is he asking you for help?"
"……I have no idea."
"Okay, can you be more specific? What did you say at that time?"
Xiao Fan had no choice but to tell them everything he said and did at that time.
"No more?"
"No more, there will be no sound after that."
"Well, okay, our inquiry ends here."
The female police officer also capped her pen and closed her notebook. They were about to stand up.
Xiao Fan stopped them.
"etc."
The police officers sat back and looked at Xiao Fan's face with a searching expression. "Have you remembered any important clues?"
The female police officer reopened her notebook.
However, Xiao Fan suddenly asked: "How did he die?"
The police officer had an expression on his face and forgot to tell him what happened.
"Do you really want to listen?" the police officer asked slightly comfortingly.
Xiao Fan said without hesitation: "Just tell me, it's okay." So far, is there anything else that he can't accept?
"Okay then." The police officer immediately told him the truth. "He was strangled to death with a thin nylon rope."
"What?" Xiao Fan seemed unable to believe that such a way of death could really happen. Then the scene of that moment came to his face. This also instantly explained the suffocating voice on the phone at that time. It turned out to be because of this.
.
Zhou Jie was in a bottomless, deep room when suddenly someone from behind grabbed his neck with a thin nylon rope and pulled him back. In a state of extreme panic and fear, Zhou Jie
He picked up the cell phone from the bedside (wherever he was) and quickly dialed a number. As for why it was his phone number, who knows why. Maybe it was because Xiao Fan had called him recently.
It was impossible to tell from the call records. Zhou Jie made a life-saving call, and Xiao Fan answered.
"Help...save...save me..." Zhou Jie struggled, but his body had no strength. He wanted to resist desperately, but he never had the chance. Who is the person behind it? Why is he so cruel? I and I
What grudge does he have? Maybe Zhou Jie didn't think about these issues at all at that time. He didn't have time to think about it.
"What's wrong with you? Where are you?!" Xiao Fan asked eagerly.
There was a crisp sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and Zhou Jie's voice became hoarse and weak.
"What's wrong with you? Tell me where you are and I'll go rescue you right away!"
Finally, after a long while, the last sound came from the phone again.
"I... know him (her)..." His life disappeared into nothing, from this moment on.
Xiao Fan shouted loudly on the phone. "Hey, hey, hey! Hey——"
"Who killed him? Who was the murderer?" Xiao Fan looked directly into the police officer's eyes and asked.
"The murderer hasn't been caught yet." The police officer's voice was always calm, as if none of this mattered. Even the comfort was out of business, just like his words.