He is infinitely reborn in a loop

Chapter 12

Huang Zonglin pulled the chair to the table, and under the gaze of Lin Dawei's bloodshot eyes, slowly sat down opposite him.

Lin Dawei lowered his face and said weakly: "I killed the man, no matter how many times you ask me, it's the same."

Huang Zonglin seemed not to hear, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and asked, "Will you get one?"

Lin Dawei shook his head violently: "I don't smoke."

Huang Zonglin raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hand, and suddenly said: "Forget that this is an interrogation room, you can't smoke, or the smoke alarm will be sprayed later."

This cold joke is not funny, but Lin Dawei is used to flattery, especially in front of people like the yellow team whose aura is obviously different from that of a small police officer. "Come.

Huang Zonglin read the interrogation transcript before coming in. Lin Dawei confessed to the evidence of killing Wu Yu, but he didn't say a word about how and why he killed Wu Yu.

During the nearly three-hour interrogation one night, he could only say the sentence "I killed the man", and refused to say anything else.

Huang Zonglin suddenly asked: "Is your daughter going to primary school this year?"

Lin Dawei was taken aback, this was a question he had never heard tonight.He was a little uncertain about what the yellow team was thinking, so he could only hum in an ambiguous way.

Huang Zonglin asked again: "Which elementary school are you going to go to?" His tone was as natural as ordinary friends asking for concern.

"...There's still half a year left, so it's not yet decided." Lin Dawei finally opened his mouth to say something different since the interrogation tonight.

"I also have a daughter, but she is already in the third grade." Huang Zonglin played with the cigarette case in his hand, seemingly casually, "Parents always want their children to have the best."

Lin Dawei sighed: "Yes!"

There was a tired look between his brows and eyes, but he was still biting the reins like a traveler carrying a heavy load.The wind and sand buried his feet, making it difficult to move.

He must persevere, and persevere can see the light in the predicament.

Often wrong persistence is also easily broken.

"Three years ago, you divorced your wife and raised your daughter alone." Huang Zonglin said with a sharp knife, piercing his guard inadvertently.

Huang Zonglin sighed: "It should be very difficult."

Lin Dawei raised his face in astonishment, not because of Huang Zonglin's seemingly sarcastic words, but because of his daughter.

He fumbled around in the circle, and being wronged was a common occurrence.

The only thing that makes him feel warm is his daughter.

Lin Dawei said with a wry smile: "It's not easy! Life is over, just persist."

Huang Zonglin was noncommittal and did not answer.

Suddenly, he changed the subject: "Both Ji Long and Cheng Ling testified that you are the murderer, and you have no objection to this. But you should know what you are going to face, your daughter lost her father, what she will face .”

There was a dead silence in the interrogation room, Lin Dawei seemed to be dead, not even the sound of breathing.

After a long time, he murmured, "I'm the one who's sorry for her."

Seeing that he still did not let go, Huang Zonglin could only give up first.

In the face of such a suspect, routines, questioning, and empathy will most likely be useless. We can only wait for time for him to relax his consciousness, and when his body is exhausted, a flaw will appear before he can break through it better.

"You think it through before you talk." Huang Zonglin left the interrogation room without saying a word.

Outside the one-way glass, a young police officer saw Huang Zonglin come back, and asked with some puzzlement: "Only Lin Dawei's fingerprints are on the murder weapon, and he also admitted that he was the murderer, as well as the testimony of witnesses. Master, I don't understand, isn't this case already solved?" Yet?"

Huang Zonglin took a deep look at the young police officer, patted his shoulder with one hand, and said earnestly, "Xiaoyong, let me ask you, were there any other fingerprints taken at the scene?"

Xiaoyong thought for a moment, and replied: "Except for the fingerprints on the murder weapon, no fingerprints were found anywhere else."

Huang Zonglin said: "So, we must pay attention to the integrity of the chain of evidence in handling the case. Can the fingerprints on the murder weapon definitely point to the murderer? Moreover, Lin Dawei is not even clear about the modus operandi and motive of committing the crime."

Xiaoyong asked: "If he wasn't a murderer, why did he admit that he killed someone? Is he mentally ill?"

Huang Zonglin shook his head: "Don't say that. Everyone has their own unspeakable difficulties. What we have to do is not to guess and sympathize, but to find the truth. Let me give you some hints. The testimony of Ji Long and Cheng Ling said that what happened at the scene After a fight, and Wu Yu locked the door."

Xiaoyong had come to his senses at this time, and then said: "But the scene is very messy, but there are no fingerprints left, which means that someone has dealt with the scene!"

At this time, a police officer opened the door, holding the analysis report in his hand.

He said: "Team Yellow, that curling iron has indeed been modified, and we found a signal receiver inside."

Huang Zonglin frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "In other words, this thing is remote controlled."

Xiaoyong asked curiously, "Master, what is this?"

Huang Zonglin explained: "The witness named Wu Yuan gave it to him. He said that this thing once killed Wu Yu."

"Huh? But didn't Wu Yu die from a knife wound?" Xiao Yong wondered.

Huang Zonglin stared at the report for a while, then suddenly asked: "Do you usually read novels or movies?"

Xiaoyong nodded in confusion, "Look, why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"He said that Wu Yu had died six times in the cycle, one of which was because of this curling iron." Huang Zonglin closed the report and rubbed his forehead, "You young people usually watch a lot, and you know what this cycle is like. something?"

"..." Xiaoyong said softly, "Master, I usually read more romance, but I don't know about this cycle."

Huang Zonglin looked at the tall and strong guy in front of him, finally couldn't hold back, and said with a smile: "Hey, after I'm done, I'll ask your teacher's wife to introduce you to a suitable girl."

"...Master, what are you talking about? I don't want to fall in love too much." Xiaoyong hastily refused, and abruptly changed the subject: "Does Master think this curling iron has something to do with the case?"

"It doesn't matter much." Huang Zonglin pondered for a moment, "Wu Yuan is still in the reception room, I'll meet him again."

In the reception room, a dialog box popped up on Wu Yuan's phone.

23:54

Liu Wen: It has indeed been modified, and it is controlled by remote control.

Wu Yuan remembered the monitoring in the dressing room, and suddenly understood how the murderer operated.It's just that there is another key point that he doesn't understand. How did the murderer determine that Wu Yu would take that curling iron?

The second hand ticked forward, and the scenery in front of me was turned into paper, crumpled into a ball, and stirred in the long river of time, leaving no debris.

Wu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, the ten-level soft light in the public dressing room made him dizzy.

He took out his mobile phone, and the standby interface displayed - time 18:08.

This is the eighth cycle.

He guessed right, the cycle would automatically restart at 0 o'clock, and every time he woke up, the time difference would be incremented by 1 minute.

Without thinking more, he got up directly and dialed Wu Yu's number.

The door of the lounge was ajar, and Wu Yuan pushed it open.

Wu Yu leaned against the table, holding the phone in one hand, with a surprised expression - just hung up on Wu Yuan's call, and unexpectedly the other party appeared in front of him.

Wu Yu seemed to want to explain: "I'm..."

After Wu Yuan pushed open the door, he went straight to Wu Yu, stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms, his movements were smooth and smooth.

His hands wrapped tightly around Wu Yu's waist in a very natural and intuitive gesture - they had never hugged so intimately before, but it seemed as if they had hugged hundreds of times so skillfully.

Wu Yuan put his right ear on Wu Yu's neck, where he could clearly hear his heartbeat, not his own, but Wu Yu's.

He has never paid attention to the frequency of blood flow.

It turned out to be so nice.

"I'm sorry." Wu Yuan said in a low voice.Full of sincerity and guilt, this is what he said from his heart, with the fear and joy of the rest of his life.

Wu Yu's hands froze in the air, and finally landed lightly on Wu Yuan's back, patting gently.

He asked softly, "Why did you say sorry?"

Wu Yuan closed his eyes, he felt very tired.

The cycle can reset time, but those that cannot be reset are the pain of being injured again and again, the powerless retention again and again, and the loss of exhausted expectations again and again.

Fortunately, I don't remember these martial encounters.

Wu Yuan luckily thought that it would be good for him to remember such a painful memory alone.

At this time, Lin Dawei, who had been watching the show, coughed twice: "Little ancestor, why..."

Wu Yuan pushed Wu Yu away with a "chuckle", his face was flushed.

But the embarrassment was only for a moment, and soon he stood in front of Wu Yu vigilantly, reached the pile of clothes with his left hand, found the tailor's knife skillfully, and lifted it up.

Lin Dawei originally wanted to make a joke, but when he saw Wu Yuan pointing at him with a knife, he immediately took two steps back in fear.

He panicked: "Little ancestor, what are you doing! I didn't see anything, so put down the scissors!"

Wu Yuan sternly said: "Get out!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go!" Lin Dawei couldn't wait, he turned around and ran away quickly, and he didn't even have time to close the door.

Wu Yuan was sweating, even though he knew that Lin Dawei was not the murderer, the previous few experiences really made him tremble with fear.

His legs gave way and he was supported by Wu Yu behind him.

Wu Yu gently took the tailor's knife from his hand and put it aside.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Wu Yuan shook his head, tugged at Wu Yu's sleeve, and said with a pale face, "Wu Yu, I want to tell you something."

"what?"

"Ji Long wants to kill you!" Wu Yuan said firmly, "He and Cheng Ling are in the same group, no matter who they want to find you, you must not agree and stay away from them!"

After Wu Yu heard this, there was neither surprise nor fear on his face.He just asked calmly: "How do you know?"

Wu Yuan originally wanted to talk about the cycle, but Huang Zonglin's attitude last time had already explained that ordinary people would not believe the nonsense of the cycle. His purpose was to make Wu Yu be careful about Ji Long. No matter what, he Don't complicate things.

So he said firmly: "Don't worry about it, as long as you know that Ji Long is going to kill you and Cheng Ling has a knife in his hand, you must be careful!"

"Oh? Really?" Suddenly, a laugh came from outside the door.

Ji-ryong appears at the door wearing a doll headgear.

Wu Yuan straightened his body as if he was facing a big enemy, and subconsciously stood in front of him. He picked up the tailor's knife and pointed at Ji Long as if repeating his tricks.

Ji Long took off his hood and took a breath of fresh air.He looked at Wu Yuan curiously, and asked, "This brother, do we know each other?"