C4 Five questions

The door was closed and I was standing at the side of the tribute table, my forehead soaked with cold sweat.

"Mr. Gao, are you alright? Can I continue with my questions? " An ice-cold voice that had no warmth in it came out from underneath the paper mask. It sounded like a question, yet at the same time, a urging voice.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Please continue asking." The situation isn't right. I have to focus more on planning my escape route. As for the Underworld's host, who would be willing to do that?

"Mr. Gao, for the next few questions, I hope that you can answer them seriously. If your answers do not satisfy us, you may never be able to leave this place." He paused for a moment, then picked up a small, wrinkled advertisement from the table and added: "Just like the real owner of this card, Xia Chi."

"Xia Chi! Xia Qingzhi's brother! He was indeed killed here! " My heartbeat quickened. "Are all the police in River City useless people? The disappearance of a living person could not be detected?! "

Xia Qingzhi did not lie, but why wasn't there any information about his brother in the household register, even her own family didn't have any memories about Xia Chi, there were too many suspicious points, and she had no clue.

"Mr. Gao, please listen carefully to my question." This time, the one who spoke was the one on the left, the three of them looked no different in terms of size, it was just that the paper mask they were wearing were old and new.

"When I was thirteen, I killed my sister because I thought her crying was too loud, and then I threw her body out into the well. When he looked again the next day, the body was gone.

Five years later, he killed his friend over a minor dispute and threw the body out of the house into the well. When he looked again the next day, the body was gone.

Ten years later, drunk, she was pestered by a lady who had accidentally gotten pregnant, so she was killed and the body was thrown out into the well. When he looked again the next day, the body was gone.

Fifteen years later, he was killed because his boss scolded him, and the body was thrown out into the well. When he looked again the next day, the body was gone.

Twenty years later, he killed her because he was tired of taking care of her incapacitated mother and threw her body out of the house into the well.

When he looked again the next day, the corpse had not disappeared. On the third day, the fourth day, and every day after that … None of the bodies have disappeared. "

"Mr. Gao, your first test is to tell me, why hasn't my mother's body disappeared?"

"What, what kind of question is this?" I was so focused that I didn't miss a word of his question, but I didn't know how to answer it. Their topic was more like a criminal psychological test than a selection of talents.

The other party's tone of voice was plain to the point that it made me feel fear. In the darkness, it was as though a large hand was holding me in its grip, slowly suffocating me.

"Thirty seconds to think has passed. Please state your answer."

At this point, I had no choice but to analyze and deduce from the limited clues in the story.

"Every time you kill someone and dump a corpse, the corpse mysteriously disappears the next day. At first glance, it seems like there's something wrong with the well, but after you kill your own mother, her corpse stays there. Thinking about it this way, the only reasonable explanation would be that every time you kill someone and throw their corpse away, it would be your mother helping you with the disposal of your corpse. "

After I finished speaking, I sneaked a glance at that person. There were no emotions underneath the paper mask.

"Now please listen to the second question." He didn't tell me if the answer was correct.

I don't know if you've ever heard of a murder movie, but it's an underground film that adds a lot of abuse to the film and only people who are familiar with it know about it. Some say that the film was even a real murder shot by the murderer himself.

One day I was drinking with a friend, and he said he had this weird video on his hands, like Taotie would risk his life to eat a delicacy like a puffer fish and scorpion, and I, who thought I was bold and curious, expressed a desire to see it.

So he asked me to go to the hidden cabin on the hill. I arrived on time, as promised, but he was thirty minutes late.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My Ol 'Three suddenly has a fever and is unwilling to take the medicine no matter what."

"A child, I understand."

"Haha, then let's begin."

My friend released the expectant movie, and in the background, there was a sniffling and shaking laughter. A child about 10 years old died after being tortured by the masked killer for 20 minutes because the plot was too tragic. I turned off the TV regretfully halfway and asked my friend in a very loud voice, "You can actually continue watching this movie? Don't you have your own child?"

Facing my indignation, my friend casually replied, "Yes, there are two of them. "But so what?"

"Mr. Gao, your second question is to guess whether I will be able to walk out of the hut alive."

Compared to the first question, this question was equally hysterical and exuded an evil aura.

"Watching a video together isn't as bad as losing your life?" "Although this video..." As I was thinking, I suddenly noticed a detail. In my friend's last sentence, he said that he had two children, but his excuse for being late was that Ol 'Three had a fever. If Boss and Ol' Two were both here, then where did Ol 'Three go?

"My friend was thirty minutes late, and my child was tortured to death twenty minutes later. Could it be … That masked killer is a friend? " I was startled by my own conjecture, and I was terrified to think about it.

"Mr. Gao, please pay attention to the time."

"Personally, I feel that I won't be able to walk out of the house alive. He might very well become the second killing film in the hands of a friend …"

As the atmosphere in the room grew more and more depressing, I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt, put a hand in my pocket, and gripped the wolf trap.

"Yes, please listen to the third question."

"They were childhood sweethearts, and thought they could watch the sunset hand in hand. But when she was thirty-five, she had lung cancer. Holding the medical certificate, he laughed and cried. Without smoking, without any bad habits, how did you get lung cancer? When she arrived at his office, she saw a bag of her favorite dried fruit in his drawer. Beside it was a bottle of medicine. Three days later, she cried and lit a birthday candle for him. He was not there. She lit thirty-four long candles and a short one.

"Please tell us why she said he had changed."

I seemed to have seen this question somewhere before, but I couldn't recall where I saw it. After contemplating it for a moment, I came up with an answer that had my head opened wide.

"The man in the article betrayed the woman. He smeared cancer drugs on her favorite dried fruit. He wanted her dead. When a woman learns everything, she kills a man, she refines his body into oil, she makes wax, and there are not even 35 of them. That's why she says he's really thinner. "

"Very imaginative. Please listen to question four."

"Because I cheated the police by pushing my girlfriend down from the sixth floor and pretending she committed suicide. But maybe it was because of my guilt that I always thought my girlfriend would come back to me.

All day long panic, only until the first seven days of my girlfriend, I met a half-immortal. He said that the evil spirits had returned to their souls. If I want to live, tonight I can only hide under the bed and not be discovered by them.

I did as I was told. As soon as it was morning, the sound of 'dong, dong, dong' came from the living room. When the bedroom door opened, I knew I was dead. "

"Mr. Gao, do you know what I saw in the book that caused me to become so desperate?"

"Isn't her girlfriend dead? This question is somewhat contradictory. " The premise of the question was that the girlfriend wasn't dead. Of course, it could also be another situation where the girlfriend turned into a ghost.

"You just need to answer."

My mind raced as I thought of a deeper question. Why did the other party give me these four questions? What was their goal?

"If your question is correct, then your girlfriend might have fallen from the sixth floor first, so she climbed up using her head. The 'dong, dong' sound in the living room fit perfectly. When the bedroom door was opened, the person hiding under the bed was first discovered by his girlfriend lying face down, so he knew he was dead. "

"Very interesting. Now, there's only one question left." The three of them spoke at the same time. That tacit understanding had reached a frightening level.

Cold sweat ran down my chin to my neck, and my Adam's apple rolled.

"Mr. Gao, the last question is …"

"Do you believe in ghosts in this world?"