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He couldn't help but think of what the interrogator had said.

Is the previous experience just a story of my own imagination?

What a joke.

Whoever dares to write like this can spend the rest of his life selling blades for a living.

Besides, is there any reasonable explanation?

Time-traveled again, and his soul passed on to a murderer who looked exactly like himself?

It's not impossible, it's just very small, and he can't be sure yet.

Because there are too few clues, there is no way to verify it.

He needs more information.

……

"Is it tied tight?"

"Tighten it up."

"Hurry up and give him medicine, it's really troublesome."

"Then what can we do? Now that the supervision is so strict, if it is said that we have been beaten into a trick, we will not be able to clean up by jumping into the Yellow River."

"This kid is sick. He is so cruel to himself."

In a daze, Zhang Jue felt someone talking in his ear.

He opened his eyes and saw a chandelier.

Rolling his eyes, he observed the surrounding environment and found that he should be lying in some infirmary.

There was a sharp pain in the leg.

He looked up and saw that his right knee was bruised and two people were giving him medicine.

"He's awake?"

"Don't worry, take the medicine first."

The conversation between the two reached Zhang Jue's ears, making him frown.

Listening to what they mean, it seems that they did it themselves.

Not impressed at all.

His last memory is still in that detention room.

What's the matter, broken?

His head felt a little heavy.

After the two staff gave him medicine, he was sent back to the detention room.

When the staff member was about to leave, he did not forget to warn him: "Boy, if you dare to mess around again, we will have to report it!"

Zhang Jue saw that all the edges and corners of the prison room had been covered with foam.

Probably because he was afraid that he would harm himself.

What the hell is this, what happened?

Zhang Jue touched his knee, apparently hit by something heavy.

He made a gesture, did he hit the edge of the iron bed with his knee?

He tried the height again, grinning in pain.

Then he felt something stuck between his teeth.

I pushed it out with my tongue, looked at it on my fingertips, and found that it turned out to be a leek leaf.

Chinese chives?

In my impression, he hasn't eaten this kind of food for a long time.

After being transported to the city of Alakata by a one-way ticket, he has been eating instant noodles.

With such a large leek leaf, the discomfort is very obvious.

He can be sure that when he was just interrogated, he didn't either.

Then there is only one explanation - not long ago, he had dinner here.

Probably scrambled eggs with leeks.

But he wasn't impressed at all.

How is this going?

……

"Are you listening to me?" came a slightly impatient voice.

Zhang Jue shook his confused head, and found a man in a suit sitting in front of him.

Wearing rimless glasses, he is polite.

While taking out the file bag from his suitcase, he asked, "I heard that you want to see me, did you think of any new clues?"

Two seconds later, Zhang Jue realized what had happened—he was fragmented again, completely unable to remember what happened during this time.

Judging from the tone of the other party, it seems that he is his attorney. From his appearance, he should be only in his 30s, very young.

I will talk about the fragments later, Zhang Jue exhaled, collected his thoughts, and asked, "My lord, what is your name?"

The other party looked at Zhang Jue with a strange look: "I remember I introduced myself with you, so your surname is Liu, Liu Zhe."

"Lawyer Liu." Zhang Jue looked the other party up and down, and felt that he seemed to be someone to communicate with, and said, "Sorry, I came to you today not to provide you with clues, on the contrary, I might ask You have some questions."

"Oh?" Attorney Liu raised his glasses with his index finger and looked at Zhang Jue with some doubts on his face.

"They said that I killed someone, but I have no memory at all, so I want to see you because I want to understand the whole story."

After hearing Zhang Jue's words, Lawyer Liu frowned first, and then showed helplessness and irritability on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, I want to remind you that based on the clues currently held by the Investigation Bureau, the situation is very weak to you. Even if you pretend to have amnesia and have no confession, you may be directly convicted. Instead of thinking about these crooked ways, you might as well cooperate with me, maybe There is still hope for a reduced sentence.”

The young attorney looked at Zhang Jue, probably thinking that he wanted to learn the tricks in those movies.

But Zhang Jue had expected his reaction.

"Lawyer Liu, first of all, I didn't pretend to have amnesia. If possible, I would like to know what happened to me. I came to you today not to use my amnesia to make a fuss. I just imagined you Know something very ordinary, can you understand? Like, today's date? What is this place?"

Zhang Jue spoke clearly and sincerely. Liu Zhe looked at him for a long time.

After a long period of silence, Liu Zhe said, "Today is February 2221, 2, and you are now at the Investigation Bureau of Noisy District, Jianghai City."

Noisy area of ​​Jianghai City.

It was the place that Zhang Jue casually fabricated when he was being interrogated by the Administration.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

"Who is 'I'? What crime?"

Liu Zhe stared into Zhang Jue's eyes, as if to judge whether he was lying or not.

After a while, he shook his head and handed the document bag to Zhang Jue.

"This is the information I have about the case, including some things that the Bureau of Investigation has not disclosed. If you really lose your memory, it may help you."

Without being polite, Zhang Jue immediately opened the file bag and took out the files inside.

The first piece of paper is his personal data.

Zhang Jue, 26 years old, lived at No. 28 Huanhua Street, both parents died.

Exactly the same as what he was talking about.

I wish I had known that I was a billionaire back then, he thought boredly.

Next is the case.

Some are newspaper clippings, and some are files that Liu Zhe got from nowhere.

Zhang Jue put away his joking expression, the more he looked down, the more serious his expression became.

On February 2221, 2, a murder case occurred at No. 1, Huanhua Street, Jianghai City.

There were two victims, both men.

One is Li, the chief physician of Jianghai People's Hospital.

One is Yu Mou, deputy director of the pharmaceutical department of Huarong Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. in Jingzhou City.

The first witnesses were the cleaning staff of the community property.

When he was cleaning the public area, he found that the door of the crime scene was open, and there were two people lying inside.

Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately reported the case.

The investigation bureau immediately sent people to block the scene.

The cause of death of Li and Yu is unknown. There were no wounds on their bodies and no signs of poisoning.

The forensic doctor dissected the bodies of the two of them, but did not find the real cause of death.

The Bureau of Investigation naturally listed Zhang, who originally lived here, as the first suspect.

According to the investigation, Zhang is an author of online novels and is currently serializing a strange novel on the website.

It records some very terrifying monsters that can kill people invisible, and even destroy the world.

According to the clues provided by his neighbors, he often pretends to be an administrator of abnormal creatures, calling himself Consultant Zhang.

The Bureau of Investigation captured him in an Internet cafe on February 2221, 2, two days after the incident.

Zhang was uploading the latest chapter of the novel when he was arrested.

After being arrested, Zhang did not cooperate with the investigation, but publicized his novel to everyone.

This week, the Bureau of Investigation summoned him many times, but he still failed to make a breakthrough.

Zhang Jue looked at the documents in his hand page by page, very seriously.

About half an hour later, he put down the thick stack of documents and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finished?" Liu Zhe looked at him.

Zhang Jue nodded.

"Then you have nothing to say to me? For example, where were you on the day of the crime?"

Zhang Jue didn't answer his question, but instead asked: "Lawyer Liu, don't you think there are many doubts in this case?"

"Tell me."

"First, if the information you gave me is true, I have no father, no mother, no relatives and no friends, then what is the relationship between the two of them and me? Why did they come to my house?"

"Secondly, these two brothers seem to be high-level talents. I am an online writer, and I am not in the same industry as them. What is my motive for killing?"

"The third and most important point is that although I am writing a ghost novel, the protagonist in it has many superpowers, but I am an ordinary person. These two people died strangely. If they don't even know the cause of death, why should they Say, I killed the person?"

Zhang Jue was well-organized and articulate, voicing out the questions in his heart one by one, waiting for Liu Zhe's answer.

However, Liu Zhe simply shook his head.

"I'm just your attorney, not the investigator of this case. I don't know the details too well, but I can tell you something I know."

"First of all, you and the two deceased are not completely unrelated. As far as I know, you are regular visitors to the same foreign forum, and the inspiration for the ghost novel you wrote also came from that forum. I found a record of your sparring on the forum. Besides, the most unfavorable item for you is the confession from your neighbors. According to them, you—or you before amnesia, seem to have a very serious You suffer from persecution paranoia, you always feel that others want to hurt you, so you hide at home and write novels.”

"I see."

After listening to his words, Zhang Jue let out a snort, and Mao Sai suddenly realized.

Liu Zhe added two very important clues, like a thread, connecting the whole incident together.

No wonder the Bureau of Investigation is sure that he killed someone, so the problem lies here.

An internet troll, he is tough offline, and as a neurotic person, it doesn't seem unimaginable for him to do something out of the ordinary.

Zhang Jue thought for a while and asked, "Then, have you evaluated 'me', I mean the previous me, on my mental state?"

"It was originally planned to be done tomorrow." Liu Zhe looked at him, "But it seems unnecessary now—oh, it's not unnecessary, I think they need to change the direction."