Demon detective

Chapter 95 Dead Ash
Boom!
Someone fell and hit the ground with a loud bang.

"Ah..." followed by a painful voice, and a man's yell of fear, "Don't...don't don't...uh..."

The man was thin and pale, both from perennial illness and fright.

At this moment, he was being dragged with one hand by a female police officer, dragging him to a certain cell like a dead dog.

When passing the high threshold, the man tripped over the threshold, so he made a thumping sound, and then screamed in pain.

"Pull...Pull here!"

Inside the room stood Song Zhili, the county magistrate whose eyes were full of scarlet.

In front of Song Zhili was the monk Qi Yunzheng who was bound with iron chains.

The female catcher was naturally Shen Yu, she strode forward and threw the man in front of the monk.

"Monk, I brought you the ghost-mask killer!" Song Zhili's tone was up and down when he spoke, his expression was wide open and he was obviously nervous. He pointed to the man kneeling on the ground and said, "This is the ghost-mask killer you are looking for." The killer, he is Cui Meng, Cui Xiaotian's son!"

The monk opened his eyes, looked at Cui Meng, and called out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

"You...you you you..." Cui Meng didn't know why, he was trembling with fright, and the corners of his mouth trembled like an electric shock.

"Monk, what you say is what you say," Song Zhili said excitedly, "I brought the ghost-faced killer in front of you, tell me quickly, where are my son and daughter?"

"What... what..." Cui Meng said tremblingly, "What ghost-faced killer, I... I'm not..."

"Shut up!" Song Zhili was furious, rushed up to grab Cui Meng's collar, and shouted loudly, "You are the ghost-faced killer, that's right!

"Quick!" He turned to the monk again and urged, "I brought you the person you are looking for, and I fulfilled my promise. It's your turn, it's your turn! Say it, say it!?"

However, this time the monk didn't even recite the Buddha's name, and just closed his eyes.

"Hello? Hey..." Song Zhili was about to go crazy, seeing that the monk didn't speak, he immediately went up and kicked Cui Meng fiercely, and shouted loudly, "Say, say you are the ghost-faced killer! Say!"

"Ah..." Cui Meng was so frightened that tears came out, and he cried immediately, "It's not me, it's not me, it's really not me, what ghost-faced killer, I don't understand, I... I'm Cui Xiaotian's son, Who are you, can you let me go..."

"You are a ghost-faced killer, you are! Hurry up and say it, say it..." Song Zhili kicked harder and harder, but no matter how hard he tried, he was just a frail scholar. He kicked for a long time without hurting Cui Meng. Instead, he was out of breath.

The scene suddenly fell into embarrassment, and Chen Houlu, Shen Mingchen and others didn't know what to say for a while.

"Amitabha," finally, the monk recited the Buddha's name again, and said to Song Zhili, "Magistrate Song, the real can't be fake, and the fake can't be real. I keep my promise, but you also have to be honest. Is this person a ghost-faced killer? You know it in your heart."

"Clear? Clear what?" Song Zhili yelled furiously, staring at the monk and said, "You know it, you already knew that the ghost-faced killer is Cui Xiaotian's son Cui Meng, you are afraid that I can't solve him, so you have to wait until the deadline Give me clues when it's over,

"Let me tell you, Cui Xiaotian has already been dealt with by me. Now that someone has brought you here, what else do you want? What else do you want? Let him go!"

"Amitabha," the monk said, shaking his head slowly, "When did I say that Cui Meng is the ghost-faced killer?"

"Ah? You...you...you..." In one sentence, Song Zhili was completely taken aback.

Recalling the scene when the promise was made before, yes, yes... This monk has indeed never said that the ghost-faced killer is Cui Meng...

How...how...how...how did this happen?
"Woooooo..." Cui Meng was trembling with fright, crying bitterly, "It's not me, it's really not me, why do you insist on making me a ghost-faced killer? I have money, I have a lot of money, you let me go Leave me, I will give you money..."

Cui Meng's chatter made Song Zhili feel dizzy.

As the world spun, all the experiences that happened before flashed back in his mind like a revolving lantern.

The sudden appearance of the monk...

Tong county magistrate was tortured, Liu Sanyang and Lu Yusheng were massacred...

The son and daughter were kidnapped, and the monk gave a deadline of [-] days...

Restart the ghost killer case...

The real culprit is locked...

Qiu Batian beheaded...

There was a massacre in the lobby of the county government, and Cui Xiaotian was captured...

I disobeyed myself, intending to sacrifice my life for righteousness, in exchange for the lives of my sons and daughters...

And then to the destruction of Wansheng Gambling House, and now...the wrong person is arrested...

All of this... It seems that it is not predestined at all, but... It seems that someone deliberately arranged it...

hum...

Song Zhili's heart trembled, he felt that his mind had become blank, his body had been hollowed out, and he was about to become an empty shell, a walking dead.

At that moment, it seemed that everything that could be seen turned into ashes, and the whole world had lost its color.

However, no matter how desperate and hopeless he was, he still wanted to understand one thing, the most important thing.

If all this was really arranged deliberately by someone, is it already obvious who this person is?
Thinking of this, he forcibly pulled himself back from the brink of collapse, and leaned against the table to push his body back upright.

Then, the air froze, and in the cell, except for Cui Meng who was still crying, no one else made a sound.

After being frozen like this for more than ten seconds, Song Zhili finally regained his composure. He lowered his head, stared at the ground, and said faintly:
"Xu Zhen, come with me!"

Ok?
As soon as this remark came out, everyone present looked at Xu Zhen, not knowing why...

……

After a while, Xu Zhen followed Song Zhili into the interrogation room of the prison.

The door creaked and closed from the outside, leaving only the two of them in the room.

"Come on, sit down!" Song Zhili stretched out his hand, pointing at the interrogation chair.

However, Xu Zhen seemed to have been prepared, and immediately sat on it without hesitation.

Song Zhili struggled to pull another chair and sat in front of Xu Zhen. The distance between the two was so close that they could clearly see each other's subtle expressions.

Xu Zhen's expression was as usual, his eyes were indifferent.

Song Zhili had a stern face and dark eyes.

According to common sense, Xu Zhen should first ask, "My lord, what's the matter?"

However, Xu Zhen does not intend to follow common sense.

Therefore, Song Zhili had no choice but to speak first, and asked, "Xu Zhen...the matter has turned into the way it is now, is there someone playing tricks in the dark?
"If I'm not wrong, you should have known that Cui Meng is not a ghost-faced killer at all, right?"

Hearing this, Xu Zhen was unmoved at first, then the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes gradually brightened.

He first leaned forward, then nodded slowly, and said, "Yes!"

……

(End of this chapter)