C13 Do you believe in ghosts

I know I have to explain this time, or I won't be able to wash myself by jumping into the Shalma!

However, several pairs of eyes looked at me at the same time, especially towards the two policemen who were holding me down. At this moment, they exerted even more strength, making it impossible for me to move even a little.

The bald policeman coldly snorted and looked at me with a cold gaze. "I hope that you can cooperate a little. We will not wrongly accuse a good person, but we will definitely not let a bad person off." You heard what I said. I want you to explain why your fingerprints were on the steering wheel. "

I felt as if his eyes were about to devour me. I felt a chill run down my spine. I wanted to explain myself a few times, but I didn't know how to do so.

Should I tell him that the driver was possessed by a ghost, and that I wanted to stop him? This kind of words can only be described as getting darker and darker. Don't say that he doesn't believe it, it is so special that even I don't dare to believe it!

"If the explanation is not clear, then we have reason to suspect that this is not a normal traffic accident, but a very vicious murder, and that you are the biggest suspect before the driver of the bus is found!"

How is this a doubt? This is simply a sentence of death. I was just about to shout out that I was wronged, it doesn't matter if he believes me or not. But I suddenly remembered a very important detail.

Thus, I turned to the balding policeman with great urgency. "I know this is very difficult to explain, but I would like to ask if you would be able to examine the cause of death of the passengers in this carriage!"

I eagerly looked at the bald police officer and received merciless disdain. He snorted and said, "I don't need your request. This is a procedure that I have to go through. "Before you investigate this matter thoroughly, you must stay here and not go anywhere else!"

I finally heaved a sigh of relief. Although I was still treated as the biggest suspect, as long as I could prove that the passengers in the car died for some strange reason, then I would have a chance to prove my innocence.

The policewoman had specially come to deliver the fingerprints comparison, so she naturally wouldn't stop. After greeting the bald police officer, she brought along a fragrant wind as she left the room.

The bald policeman seemed to have something on his mind. After instructing two policemen to keep an eye on me, he also left. I suddenly remembered that I called Wenxiu yesterday. It has already been a night, would he be worried about me?

I glanced at the police officer by my side and replied with a smile, "Big brother, it's not like I'm going to run away. Please let me go."

The two policemen looked at each other, as if assessing my danger, and finally let go. Otherwise, they'd be tired, too, if they kept pressing down on me.

The moment the two of them released their hands, I reached into my pockets. The moment I moved, I was pulled back by a policeman. With a stern expression, I asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Big Bro, can't I give my family a call using my phone?" I have a face full of innocence, I'm really feeling wronged!

"Your phone is no longer with you. In order to ensure your safety, you can use the police station's number."

I was stunned for a moment. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for me to say 'perseverance'. I nodded my head to indicate that I could. So for the first time I went to the phone with a police escort.

I frowned. Normally, phones are on the cell phone, so I can't remember a lot of the numbers. Especially Wen Xiu's phone call. Although I have it in my phone, I rarely call her. I really can't remember what it was at the moment.

I gave a bitter laugh and said to my big brother, "Can you use my cell phone to find a phone number? I forgot! "

He was stunned for a moment, but he was still reasonable. He said to his companion, "Bring his phone over."

I saw the policeman pull my cell phone out of his jacket pocket and glance at me, but he didn't give me an answer.

"You said you wanted to look up the number. I'll tell you."

"Du Wenxiu."

The policeman started looking through my cell phone and finally found Wenxiu's phone number. As he read my name, he dialed.

"Hello, is this Wen Xiu? I'm Ma Yunpeng. I have some things to do on the way home, maybe a few days late. "

I tried my best to cut to the chase, but when I heard Wenxiu agree, I hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, I suddenly remembered something. I was going to help Du Xuanzi send Wenxiu to school to register. Although I didn't know what Du Xuanzi was up to, he would usually give me a call at the right time.

"Big brother police officer, can you help me see if I'm not answering your phone?"

The policeman impatiently looked at me but didn't make things difficult for me. I saw that his finger drew a few strokes on the screen before he shook his head and said, "There's no record of missed calls."

I was a little disappointed and a little apprehensive. I wanted to give Du Weizi a call, but when I saw the dark expressions on the two policemen's faces, I didn't say anything in the end.

I was a suspect, but for the first time in my life I was receiving state treatment. The food was provided by the police. I don't know if this is a special treat for a suspect, or the usual police standard. It seems to me that the meal has become a little too extravagant.

However, I didn't eat much. It wasn't that I wasn't hungry, but I really couldn't eat anymore. Two vegetarian dishes were slightly better, while two meat dishes were just one mouthful, and I nearly vomited them out.

I'm very curious myself. I usually like meat very much, and I especially like fat. But today, I just took a bite of the shredded meat. It was extremely disgusting. From the inside to the outside, it was like the ocean had been turned upside down.

I didn't think about it. I thought it was because I had been possessed once and my body had become weak. If you don't eat meat, you don't eat meat. But even eating vegetarian food and steamed buns was a little hard for me to swallow. I didn't have any strange taste when I ate, but as soon as the food reached my mouth, my stomach swelled up and I didn't want to eat anything.

The two policemen guarding me ate quite well and had quite a bit of food as well. I felt a little jealous and envious, so I threw my chopsticks on the table and lay down on the bed to sleep.

The bald policeman came again in the afternoon, but instead of entering the room, he called one of them out.

The two of them said something at the door, but I only saw the young policeman nod from time to time with a serious expression.

However, there was one thing that he could be certain of. The investigation into the accident had not been concluded yet. Otherwise, there would be a final explanation for me. The term 'suspect' was not clearly defined.

I was really worried, and my face was full of worry, because the driver definitely couldn't be found. Without any evidence, I might very well be treated as a real murderer!

I felt that I should do something, so I sat on the bed and said to one of the policemen, "Big brother, do you believe in ghosts?"

I felt like I was seriously asking a very serious question, but both of them were looking at me at the same time. Two pairs of eyes looked me up and down like they'd seen a ghost.

I could also feel that after I asked this question, the two of them had become increasingly wary of me! Good heavens, they wouldn't mistake me for an extremely twisted criminal, would they?

I felt that I was asking a stupid question without any skill at all. Thus, I decided to end the interrogation. I chuckled and said, "It's just a joke. Did you report the autopsy of those passengers?"

I didn't expect them to give me an answer, just to dispel the awkwardness of the question. However, I didn't expect that after I asked this question, the face of the person who was called out by the bald police just now would suddenly change!

"You know how they died?"

I felt a little scared when he looked at me. I felt like he was going to pounce on me and bite me. I hesitated for a moment before saying, "Big brother, don't scare me like that. The question I asked you just now wasn't a joke. I saw it on the bus." It's possible, I said, that the passengers were most likely killed by ghosts! "

I stare unblinkingly at the police officer in front of me. I don't know what the consequences of saying these words will be, but I don't think that I'll have a chance to say them if I don't!