There is a fairy world in my house

Chapter 407 Detective Game
The gentleman Zhang Qing was looking for was the gray figure he had seen before.

The main suspect in the murder case.

So he walked towards the hotel. After walking for less than 20 minutes, he stood at the door and looked inside.

At a glance, he saw his target. In the corner of the first floor of the hotel, a man was drinking a glass of beer.

He walked forward steadily, and as soon as he stood beside the target, the target raised his head vigilantly, glanced at Zhang Qing, and then unceremoniously muttered again.

At the end, he let out a huff and slammed the wooden beer mug on the table in front of him, then stood up and signaled to Zhang Qing, as if saying that I am leaving, and this seat is reserved for you.

But there was an arm in front of him, it was Zhang Qing's arm.

"Sir, don't leave in a hurry." Zhang Qing took his hand, let him sit down again, and then sat beside him, "The movement just now was very quick. If I leave like this, I may not be able to leave." Found you again."

"Who are you?" The other party said indifferently, "What did you see again?"

"I just saw how you left the scene of the murder." Zhang Qing smiled slightly, "I just want to know, what is the truth of the matter?"

"I do not know."

The man under Zhang Qing said indifferently, "I've been staying in the hotel all this time."

Zhang Qing laughed: "Speaking of which, I still don't know what to call you. My name is Zhang Qing, and I'm a detective out of interest."

The other party looked up at Zhang Qing, and replied helplessly: "My name is Monet, and I am also a detective."

Er, this is Li Gui meeting Li Kui?
Met a real professional with a made-up identity?

Zhang Qing smiled and stopped pestering this, and asked Monet: "Monet, I'm very curious about what happened just now, can you tell me?"

Monet looked at Zhang Qing, tried his best but couldn't get out of his grasp, so he could only continue helplessly: "I really don't know what happened, really, I swear to God."

"God is dead, what's the use of swearing to him?" Zhang Qing really wanted to utter this sentence directly.

The way of heaven is gone, and it is impossible for the gods entrusted to the way of heaven to exist as before.

But Zhang Qing was also very aware of the power of these words, so he just looked at Monet with a chuckle and didn't say anything.

Monet and Zhang Qing were in a stalemate for a long time before finally sighing: "Well, that murder case does have something to do with me, but I can swear that I never killed anyone!"

Although it was a little confusing to swear to God before, Zhang Qing could also see that these were indeed the words of the other party's sincerity.

He did not kill.

So, why did he escape from the murder scene so quickly?

Does the murder still have something to do with him?
Zhang Qing, who has completely fallen into the detective game, doesn't care that he has many abilities to get the truth quickly. In order to get rid of the worries about the earth war, he has devoted himself to this game.

"So, can you tell me the truth?"

Zhang Qing asked persistently.

At this moment, Monet who couldn't break free from Zhang Qing suddenly showed a strange smile, and said to Zhang Qing, "You want to know the truth?"

Seeing Zhang Qing nodding, Monet laughed again, suddenly turned cold, and said flatly, "They were killed by monsters."

"Monster?" Zhang Qing's eyes dimmed, "There are still monsters in this world?"

"Of course, maybe you have been living in the world that has been woven by people, and you can't see the reality of this world." Monet showed a mocking smile, "There are many monsters in this world, maybe if you don't When you pay attention, it drags you straight to hell, and in the end all people know is just another victim of a crime."

"Just like the one just now?"

Zhang Qing asked indifferently, not being confused by his pretentious expression.

Seemingly surprised by Zhang Qing's plain expression, Monet suddenly turned serious and asked, "Do you want to know the truth of the world?"

Zhang Qing said: "That's why I came here."

Monet patted Zhang Qing on the shoulder and said, "Then, we should find a quieter place to have a good talk, what do you think?"

Zhang Qing nodded and pulled him to stand up: "You choose a place."

In the end, they chose Monet's room in this hotel.

Under Monet's willingness, he told a lot of truths hidden in this world.

Monet told Zhang Qing that under the surface of this world, there are many monsters.

No one knows their origins, but they are hidden in the dark depths. Once they appear, it will be a huge disaster.

These monsters have super powerful supernatural powers and can do many seemingly unimaginable things.

In the face of these monsters, human beings are very weak, because all human beings are ordinary people, and there is no way to fight these monsters.

Only by using some technological means, setting up traps, and targeting killers, can it be possible to kill several monsters.

But often after these monsters die, they will seriously pollute people who are too close, polluting them into new monsters.

Over and over again, everyone in the world has been living under the control of monsters.

Rather than saying that humans are fighting monsters, it is better to say that monsters are consciously raising humans in captivity.

When he said this, Monet kept a desperate mood, as if he couldn't breathe because of these heavy truths.

"Humans, is there really no way to resist these monsters?"

Zhang Qing looked at Monet, who was panting heavily, and subconsciously asked, "Is there really no effective way for human beings? For example, the gods that people pray to? Monsters are real, but gods are fictional?"

"Hush!" Monet's face suddenly changed when Zhang Qing said the words of God, and he rushed to cover his mouth, "Don't say any god's name!"

Monet's actions made the corners of Zhang Qing's mouth reveal a hidden arc.

"Of course gods exist, but they are all evil gods."

Monet said with a heavy face, "The only human beings who can possess extraordinary power are these cultists who worship evil."

"But although they are also human beings, they are no different from monsters at all, and they don't regard human beings as compatriots at all. Even because they can rely on their human identity, they mix among us and carry out countless evil things."

There was gnashing of hatred in Monet's tone, "Just like the murder case today, it was a cultist who wanted to do something and killed many innocent people."

Zhang Qing nodded, the previous case was solved.

But then, what happened to this cultist?

(End of this chapter)