C10 Sudden insanity

I thought I could sleep until I woke up naturally, but instead, as if I had just fallen asleep, I was woken up by the annoying ringing of the phone. I didn't pick up the phone in a good mood.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone. I looked at the numbers on the screen and saw that they were a bunch of unfamiliar numbers. I waited for three or four seconds, but there was still no sound.

After I went back to sleep, I didn't pay too much attention to the phone call. Maybe it was the wrong number or someone's prank, so I wanted to go to sleep. My head broke off very quickly, and by the time I woke up, it was already 7: 30 in the morning.

He stretched lazily on the bed. It was a quiet morning without the noise from his cell phone, but there was still the sound of the car's horn.

I lifted the blanket and lit a cigarette. I got out of bed and went to the window. As expected, there was a traffic jam downstairs. It was the peak hour for work. I opened my phone and saw that there were nearly six missed calls.

Whose number? I remember that before I left yesterday, I gave the case to Luo Song to deal with, and what happened, or was it not from the police?

But there was no surprise. The six missed calls were all from Losun, and at seven o'clock I called one every two or three minutes. I called back and replayed the unanswered beep.

He called three or four times, but there was no answer. Did something bad happen to Luo Song? But it's a very small possibility. As a policeman, he's above me in every aspect.

After waiting for five minutes and no one calling, I did a quick wash to get to the police station.

I didn't expect that just as I was coming out of the bathroom to get dressed, the doorbell suddenly rang in the living room. I casually put on my clothes and replied to the door before running to open it.

I was curious about who would visit at this point, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw Luo Song panting with one hand on the wall.

"Don't just stand there. Let me go in and drink some water." He pushed me away and casually threw his shoes on the mat. I didn't know why, but I closed the door and watched him keep pouring himself a glass of water and pouring it down his throat.

"What the hell is going on? Why are you so tired?" He slammed the cup down on the coffee table.

"It's all because you're not answering my phone. I was planning to drive directly to find you, but I just happened to hit the peak of work and my car is still three blocks away." With that, he took the jug and drank.

I asked him what had happened, and he was still gasping for breath, and every word was hard to say. I gave him a pat on the back, and he recovered a little before he said what he was doing.

"That little brat from last time was acting like he was bitten by a dog this morning. He hurt the police officer and now we have him handcuffed. That brat directly cut his wrist." After he finished speaking, he decided to drink from the kettle again.

"The traffic jams should be better now. First, ask around to see who's managing the traffic near Little Liu. Tell him to drive your car back to the police station when he has time. I'll drive him to the police station." Before he could swallow the water and nod his head, he immediately took out his phone to ask Little Liu about it. After settling the matter, we immediately drove towards the police station.

The road that we normally drive is completely blocked. Even the bikes are waiting in line. I walked on a road that I'm not familiar with. Although I was able to reach the police station, it took me a lot of time.

By the time we got to the police station, it was half past eight in the morning. I got out of the car, signed at the front desk, and immediately ran to the holding cell. I could have released him if I had told us what I hadn't said, but I didn't expect what happened the next day.

Before I even reached the detention cell, I heard the howls of the Mausoleum of Books halfway through the corridor. I quickened my pace, and as the sounds became clearer, I couldn't tell if it was an illusion. This corridor that I used to be able to walk on was unexpectedly very long.

The iron door of the holding room was open, and two policemen were standing in the doorway. I walked in, but I didn't notice that I had almost stepped on the blood on the floor. The boy, who had seemed honest and honest, was now being held down by the arms of the other two officers. His clothes were torn, and the sheets were torn and scattered on the floor.

Every time Xu Cong brings the needle closer to his skin, he resists even more. I'll just let Xu Cong directly inject the needle, but he shakes his head as he already tried to forcibly inject the needle earlier. Who would've thought that the mausoleum would break, but the needle is still stuck in his flesh and hasn't been taken out yet.

Xu Cong had no choice but to put the tranquilizer back into the toolbox. I squatted down and asked him what had happened in the Mausoleum. He didn't answer me.

I asked the officer in charge what was going on, and he told me that he didn't know the details. Around 6: 40 A.M., he went to the toilet and came back to find that the mausoleum had been knocking on the door. He had asked for peace, but the guard didn't listen, so he planned to go in and intimidate him, but the moment he opened the door, he was immediately bitten on the arm.

Therefore, we could only use the sheets on the floor to twist them into a rope and tie the mausoleum up. Although he tried to break free, it was still useless to tie his upper elbow, so no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do anything. He struggled for some reason, but after realizing that he couldn't move, he suddenly stopped.

I told Xu Cong to quickly inject the tranquilizer. Strangely, as the syringe approached his skin, he suddenly began to mutter something.

"Don't come over! Don't come over! I don't want to do it with you, I regret it. I don't want to do it with you. Can you let me go? " He kept repeating this sentence, his eyes fixed on the syringe. Xu Cong looked at me and didn't know what to do.

The moment the needle broke through the skin, with a scream from the mausoleum, I watched as the liquid slowly entered the body of the mausoleum, causing him to faint.

Luo Song and I drove to the hospital in the city center with two officers. Although the mausoleum wasn't awake yet and Xu Cong told us that the tranquilizer would be effective for at least two hours, we still took two officers with us just in case.

It took about an hour to get from the police station to the central hospital. I called an old doctor I knew, who had patients to attend to, and asked us to wait in his office.

I directly placed the mausoleum on the bed. I asked Luo Song if he had any thoughts about the matter of the mausoleum suddenly going crazy. He touched the tip of his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "When we tied him up, you also saw that he seemed to be particularly sensitive to needles. What was he talking about?"

"Chen Lu, I regret it. I don't want to work with you anymore." I answered his question, and he clapped his hands, and continued to analyze the situation, "His relationship with Chen Lu is related to the handling of each other's physiological needs. From the beginning, we also knew that in the Mausoleum of Books, he was eager to steal the forbidden fruit, and Chen Lu also came here on her own accord, so logically, he shouldn't have rejected her. However, his words just now were obviously filled with disgust and even fear.

What Luo Song said made a lot of sense. I had thought about it on the way here, but I couldn't understand it. According to his own explanation, he and Chen Lu should have done it many times.

This was currently a very doubtful point, but it was also a clue. At the very least, I was 80% sure that this case would be related to the Mausoleum of Books …