He is infinitely reborn in a loop

Chapter 18

Cheng Ling stretched out his somewhat frozen hand and held the paper cup.The warm temperature rubbed against her fingertips and spread with her gentle rubbing movements.

She said hoarsely: "At that time, I really didn't know what they were doing."

The bar in my memory was very hot and noisy.

Cheng Ling walked with her ears covered, with a courage of 120 points - she was following Wu Yu.

This is a well-known gay bar in the circle, where men and women embrace, kiss passionately, shake their heads, dance and disco.

She didn't understand how Wu Yu came to such a place.

She was more scared than excited.

If Wu Yu really came here because of "sexual interest", wouldn't she be hopeless in this life.

It's a pity that she shrinks her head and loses it all at once.

She planned to go back the same way, but the haunted backstage made her hair stand on end, and her already frightened heart was even more agitated and flustered.

People still have a sixth sense of crisis, so Cheng Ling started calling Wu Yu.

I don't know how many calls before Wu Yu picked up.

The other end of the phone was very quiet, and Wu Yu's dull voice came out: "Can you stop harassing me?"

Cheng Ling was about to speak when he heard another voice on the other end of the phone.

Wu Yu growled, "Don't touch me!"

The voice was aggrieved: "Baby, I feel very sad when you say that."

Then the phone was hung up.

Cheng Ling thought, Wu Yu would never talk to her so politely in the past, the words "can you" only appeared when they first met, and later she chased her too much, and Wu Yu would always let her go.

This time she made more than a dozen life-threatening serial calls, but the other party was so calm?The more Cheng Ling thought about it, the more something went wrong, so he quickly called the police.

After drinking a cup of hot water, Cheng Ling's fingertips began to turn cold again.

Huang Zonglin frowned, covered his right earbud with his hand, and said, "Xiaoyong, go and check the police dispatch record of Area A on June 6 last year."

"There's no need to adjust." Cheng Ling interrupted him, with a half-smile, "I was discovered after reporting to the police, and Ji Long took me back to his home. The police also found nothing when they went to the police. In the end, I could only use Get drunk and go crazy and prevaricate."

Huang Zonglin noticed that Cheng Ling was in some pain at this time, and he asked tentatively: "What did Ji Long do to you that night?"

Cheng Ling shrunk his nose, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

This time the tears were more real than before, because she was enduring them.

Being able to cry unscrupulously is not something everyone can do.

At least, at this moment, she can't.

"I did everything I should and shouldn't do." Cheng Ling said calmly, "He injected me with MDMA. You should be familiar with it, officer."①

Huang Zonglin has interrogated many drug dealers, crazy, calm, black-bellied, and rational. There are also many who were forced to take drugs, but he has never been so moved as he is now.

Cheng Ling in front of him was almost trying to suppress his emotions, trying to tell himself calmly, as if he was telling someone else's story.Perhaps it was because of her acting skills that she had some acting skills, and she really controlled her grief very well.

However, Cheng Ling couldn't hold back the next sentence.

"Everything is my fault." When she said, tears rolled down her eyes, and her nose was slightly red, which was an expression of sincerity.

The recorder beside Huang Zonglin handed her a tissue.

She took it and wiped her face, and continued: "Ji Long said that as long as I hang out with him, he will give me resources, exposure, and let me make a lot of money... For so long, he has only given me the heroine of a small web drama. "

After she finished speaking, she actually smiled, but Huang Zonglin could feel that there was a hint of mockery in that smile, she was laughing at herself at that time.

"I'm so stupid, right?" Cheng Ling seemed to ask him, but he was asking himself, "Later, I became addicted, so I could only find him. I go to the gym every day, and I seem to be healthy and strong. But as long as it's time to attack, it will become..."

She didn't go on.

Huang Zonglin already understood.

The empty glass was held by her, and with the shadow cast by the light, that hand was indeed trembling.

Huang Zonglin coughed twice, breaking the stagnant atmosphere, and continued to ask: "Wu Yu said you have his photo in the bar, did Ji Long give it to you, and did you blackmail Wu Yu with your own will?"

"Those photos..." Cheng Ling sighed softly, "I stole them from Ji Long, and it was my own idea to blackmail Wu Yu."

Huang Zonglin was a little surprised. Ji Long, who played a bad role in the mouths of the two people at the same time, was already certain of the nature of the crime.However, if Cheng Ling was passive and coerced to do these things, legally speaking, he could be sentenced lightly.

But Cheng Ling is like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, or a butterfly with broken wings, without even fluttering, willing to die.

Huang Zonglin was puzzled: "Why?"

"You just think I'm obsessed with ghosts." The moment she finished speaking, she looked up at the glass on the wall—it was a single-sided glass, and it was a dark piece from the inside, which would vaguely reflect the interior. appearance.

Cheng Ling's figure on the black mirror was a little distorted, but she could see clearly.

It seemed that her eyes had bypassed the ugly self in the mirror and looked at the end of the dark abyss.

The hour hand dragged its heavy feet past 11 o'clock, the lights of Wanjia gradually dimmed, but the entire city bureau was brightly lit, it was bound to be a sleepless night.

Wrapped in a cotton coat, Wu Yuan sat on a metal chair outside the reception room.

That was the throne of love that his good buddy Liu Wen had found for him—after removing its shortcoming of being airy on all sides and being hard, it could barely be regarded as a resting place.

His notes this time were surprisingly simple. Apart from asking about his household registration, he asked why he called the police and his relationship with those people. He really didn't know anything about the rest.

Until now, Wu Yuan still has many things that he doesn't understand, such as the conflict between Wu Yu and Ji Long, how he knew about Ji Long's drug dealing, what relationship he had with Ji Long, and what happened in the bar at that time.

When Wu Yu came out, Wu Yuan had already sat on the throne and played the game for almost 2 hours.To be honest, it's not fun, but he doesn't play games just for fun, more to relax his mind.

After leaving it for a while, he suddenly realized one thing.

In this cycle, Wu Yu is alive, but the murderers Ji Long, Lin Dawei, and Cheng Ling have all been arrested, and what awaits them is prison.

Isn't that...

Means the loop can end? !

Wu Yuan felt that happiness came too suddenly, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

A familiar figure appeared beside him, staring at him and asking inexplicably, "What are you doing, smiling like this?"

Wu Yuan raised his head and saw that it was Wu Yu who came.He was in a good mood because the cycle was about to end, and his previous dullness was swept away, and his attitude towards Wu Yu also improved a lot.

He smiled and said, "You can figure it out!"

A moment after speaking, he watched Wu Yu poke his head and glance at his screen.

Wu Yu said strangely: "I lost, and I'm still smiling so happily."

Wu Yuan turned off the screen with a click, and said nonchalantly, "It's not the game that makes me happy."

"Oh." Wu Yu nodded, "By the way, you have been waiting for me?"

"I haven't." Wu Yuan opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Officer Liao told me that you have been here since 8 o'clock after finishing the transcript." Wu Yu paused, "You are really not waiting for me, then you want to observe the daily life of the police station and then write a script ?”

Wu Yu's tone was slightly raised, with a slightly teasing tone.It seemed that the subtext was saying, it’s okay if you don’t want to admit it, he has already made up the reasons.

Wu Yuan readily accepted: "Yes, I am going to write a book about criminal investigation, what do you think?"

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved as if he asked something serious.

Seeing that Wu Yuan was about to stand up, Wu Yu met Zhao Zhao, so he lowered his head and moved closer, so close that he almost touched the other's ear.

He said: "Then you might as well ask Captain Huang more, he is a ten-year-old criminal policeman, he must have many stories to inspire you."

Wu Yuan was bluffed by this trick, in order to distance himself, he subconsciously leaned back.As a result, his legs became numb after sitting for a long time, and he couldn't stand steadily after this movement.

When he was shaking, Wu Yu reached out to hold his arm.

Wu Yuan said thank you, and hastily withdrew his hand.

"There's no need for inspiration." Wu Yuan turned his back and walked outside, "Today is too late, I want to go home and sleep."

Wu Yu chased after him and stood side by side with him: "I'll see you off."

Wu Yuan asked strangely: "How do you send it?"

Wu Yu smiled and said, "Before I came to the police station, I asked my assistant to bring the car over."

Wu Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure that you can come out?"

"That's right." Wu Yu pretended to think for a moment, "But I shouldn't have done anything wrong, and..."

Wu Yuan waited for a while, and the other party seemed to be waiting for him to ask.

He pressed the elevator a little speechlessly until the elevator opened, but he couldn't hold back and asked the exit.

"And what?"

Wu Yu walked into the elevator, and their figures were reflected in the bright white stainless steel—Wu Yuan was thin, with bamboo pole-like calves underneath his thick long cotton coat, and Wu Yu was a clothes rack, with a black shirt loosened two times from the top. A hole, exposing the imaginative chest.

I just heard the clothes hanger say: "Also, I knew you would be waiting for me outside."

"It turns out that this brother is also a fairy who is a prophet." Wu Yuan's words were very ambiguous, and he specially put the accent on "the prophet".

Unexpectedly, there was neither surprise nor surprise on Wu Yu's face, but a very cheeky smile, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, the little fairy is none other than you."

Wu Yuan rolled his eyes, and didn't know why he was playing around with him here.

Anyway, the cycle is coming to an end, he doesn't know it!

It was very cold outside in the deep winter, Wu Yuan breathed out a mouthful of white mist, and in the mist, the jeep slowly drove towards him.

He opened the passenger door and got in.

"It's so warm!" Wu Yuan rubbed his hands and buckled up the seat belt consciously.

All this was seen by Wu Yu, and he seemed a little disappointed. It seems that next time he has to tighten his seat belt or something.

Wu Yuan looked to the left and waved his hand: "Let's drive?! Why are you in a daze."

Wu Yu rubbed his stomach and said, "I haven't eaten all night, so I'm a little hungry."

"Stop it, you should take me home first."

"Don't go back, I'll treat you to dinner."

Wu Yuan can still think of that reincarnation - Wu Yu was delicate and picky who didn't eat anything, and was born rich and noble like a young master.

He snorted coldly and said, "I'd better go home and make noodles by myself when I'm having dinner with you."

Wu Yu seemed to think about it, nodded and said: "It's not impossible, why don't you go to your house?"

Wu Yuan: "...Where do you like to go! I'm exhausted, I'll go to bed first."

Wu Yu fished a U-shaped pillow from the back seat, put it on the back of his neck, and rubbed Wu Yuan's hair with his movements.

Wu Yuan didn't have the energy to argue with him, so he closed his eyes sleepily.

Those were the last pictures before Wu Yuan closed his eyes.

And when he opened his eyes, he found that he was not in the warm car like spring.

He was very familiar with the noises and speeches around him, and what was even more familiar was that the lamp above his head was still the ten-level soft light, like a ruthless cold face, mocking his stupidity.

The author has something to say:

Wu Yuan: I'm so tired! !

The high-energy · new · cycle ahead has begun.

①MDMA: common drug.

感谢在2022-04-2321:52:25~2022-04-2822:24:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: mandatory secret love, 1 little angel;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of calcium-supplementing toffee;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!