C2 (2/2)
”I'm a cop.” I walked out of the bathroom and turned on the light in the living room.
The light fell on Lin Hai's face, and I took a closer look. The man was short, thin, and pale, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. He had a round beard and looked rather unkempt.
”Police?!” What is the police doing at my house? ” Lin Hai looked at me suspiciously and asked, ”How did you get in?”
”I am from Criminal Police, my name is Tang Yu. Your door is unlocked. ” I showed him the police ID.
Lin Hai didn't put down the fruit knife. He looked at the bathroom and asked coldly, ”Did you break the bathroom mirror?”
I felt a little awkward. ”That's a bit complicated. Anyway, your door isn't locked and there's no light inside. I thought there was a thief, so I came in to take a look.”
Lin Hai slowly put down the fruit knife.
”I came here to ask you something.” I replied, ”About the matter regarding your girlfriend from a while ago —”
”Why do you ask?” Lin Hai frowned, ”Isn't the case closed?”
”It is the conclusion of the case, but when we were cleaning up the physical evidence warehouse, we accidentally saw the head that you sent over.” I stared at him.
”What is it?” Lin Hai asked in confusion.
”Your girlfriend's head.” I said, ”I really want to ask, since you accepted her suicide verdict, why did you send her head to the Forensic Medicine to be preserved? And why would he come to our physical evidence warehouse? ”
Actually, I'm not sure he did it.
”Are you saying that Chen Nuo's head is at your place?” Lin Hai's expression instantly changed.
”Yeah, didn't you gift it to me?” I asked.
Lin Hai's expression was no longer one of shock, but of fear. ”No, it's not me. You mustn't give it to me! ”Go, quickly get out of here!”
With that, Lin Hai immediately pushed me out of the room and slammed the door shut.
”Hey, hey, you —” I was forced to shut the door behind me. After a moment's thought, I turned around and left.
On the way, I kept thinking about the Bloody Hand in the bathroom. I used to be too mentally normal to have hallucinations.
However, if it wasn't an illusion, how could it be possible? How could there be bloodstained hands in the toilet?
When I got on the train home and stood under the lights of the subway, I inadvertently glanced at my legs.
But this time, I was really cold from head to toe: on my jeans and pants, there was a wet handprint!
That's right, I just saw that bloody hand in the bathroom. It must have been left behind by that bloody hand! And this bloody handprint was red! If the passengers on the subway saw that I was covered in blood, it would be a huge problem. How could I explain it clearly?
With that in mind, I quickly squatted down to wipe the bloody handprint on my leg, but the more I wiped, the more obvious it became.
”What are you doing, bro?” A young man with earphones looked at me as I squatted on the floor.
”I can't rub the paint off my legs.” I smiled.
”Your legs are very clean. There's nothing on them.” The young man looked at me blankly, then sat down on the seat. ”The carriage is so empty. Why don't you sit down?”
I looked up at where the boy was sitting and thought, Where am I going to sit in a carriage full of people?
”Aren't they all humans?” I laughed.
The young man looked around blankly, and when he looked at me again, something was wrong. He thought I was crazy.
Doubtful, I glanced again at the packed carriage.
But when I looked at them, I saw that everyone in the carriage, with the exception of the bespectacled young man, was looking at me.
When they looked at me, a strange smile appeared on their faces, making my hair stand on end.
Just when I didn't know how to react, these people suddenly began to dissipate like smoke.
The cabin was truly empty this time. There was only the rumbling sound coming from outside the window.
I rubbed my eyes. There was nothing in the car.
What's going on? From the moment I touched that head, I had an illusion?
When I got close to home, I got off the subway. I wanted to sleep first, but once I slept enough, I wouldn't have any hallucinations the next day.
By the time I was done washing up and lying on the bed, my mind was replaying the strange expression on Lin Hai's face when he heard about the head.
As if he really didn't know. But even so, he should have been surprised, not so scared.
What was he afraid of?
As I let my imagination run wild, I slowly fell asleep.
The next morning, I was awakened by the ringing of a telephone.
He touched his phone and saw that the number was a little familiar, so he answered: ”Hello. Hello.”
”Little Tang? I am Director Wang. ” the man said.
As soon as I heard this, I immediately became clear-headed. Director Wang, is the bureau chief going to call me?
”Director Wang, what's the matter?” I asked.
”Did you go to see Lin Hai last night?” The Director Wang said.
”Yeah, what happened to him?” I asked, puzzled.
”Someone reported his death this morning.” Director Wang replied, ”Die at home.”
After hearing this, I was stunned for a long time, unable to say a word.
”Hey, hey, Little Tang, are you listening?” Director Wang's voice came out from the other end of the phone. I composed myself and said, ”I heard it. How is this possible? There was nothing abnormal with him yesterday, how did he die today? Killed or? ”
Director Wang sighed, ”He died the same way as his girlfriend. ”In short, come back to the bureau as soon as possible. You are involved in this case, so you must assist in the investigation!”
When I heard the words ”involved in this case”, my heart sank. I used to say that to the suspect, but now it's someone else's turn to say it to me.
However, after staring blankly for a while, I suddenly came back to my senses. That's not right, why is the bureau chief calling me personally?
So I asked carefully, ”Chief, why did you call me personally to ask about this?”
The phone went silent for a moment, then Director Wang snorted and said: ”I came to work early in the morning, just in time to see someone reporting a crime! Stop talking, hurry up and come over! Some people started checking the surveillance cameras early in the morning, and in the end, they saw you in the cameras! ”
With that, the Director Wang hung up. With a heavy heart, I put down the phone and smiled wryly. That's great. I could have gone to the physical evidence department, but now I'm the last person who has seen the victim. I'll probably be treated as a suspect and suspended for investigation.