Infinite weird games

(The previous chapter has been replaced with the main text, you should be able to see it if you download it again)

(Today’s chapter is still not finished, so I will post some messy manuscripts first, such as the beginning of a new book)

(The computer went to someone to repair it today, but the person said it was hopeless/seriously suspected that it was the property management team, and the technology was not good)

(It took me a whole morning to download all the software, and then restored some manuscripts from the backups of email, WPS, and various writing software)

(The losses are still heavy. The worst thing is that several G of my study materials are gone.)

(Start quitting sex today)

"My name is Zhang Chengwen. I work in the Internet field. I just resigned from the company six months ago. Now I mainly do some outsourcing.

"The deceased and I are neighbors, and we met the deceased's father on the way to mountain climbing. We are close friends. Speaking of which, I bought a house near the deceased's house because of the deceased's father.

"At that time, I resigned and came to Jiangcheng. I was unfamiliar with the place, so I just climbed mountains every day. That time I met the father of the deceased on the way to the mountain. I felt that we could get along well, so I bought a house next to their house, and we were friendly with each other. There is a care.

"My relationship with the deceased... Haha, the deceased's father knew that I was single and wanted to set me up with her, but I hated people like her and didn't want to ruin the relationship between the two families, so I didn't refuse directly and just treated her coldly.

"Occasionally, the father of the deceased would invite me to their house for dinner, and they would play a few rounds of cards after the meal. If it was late, I would stay at their house. I was also given a key to their house. If I needed anything, I could go get it. They If you forget to put away clothes, I can help you put them away when you see them.

"This morning the deceased's parents went to work, and suddenly it started to rain heavily. I wanted to help them collect their clothes. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the deceased hanging from the chandelier in the living room, with his tongue sticking out of his mouth and on his chin, and his feet hanging underneath. Wandering around, feces and urine flowed all over the floor. It was really embarrassing and ugly...

"I put her down and called the police. By the way, I had been involved in society in my early years and had developed a lot of courage, so I wasn't very afraid. They also said that I was heartless and indifferent to others. That may be true."

"Do I have a closer relationship with the deceased? No, this is definitely not the case. She is a very typical 'little fairy'. I hate this kind of woman. Even just looking at her makes me sick."

"Why did you resign? Because the work pressure is too great, haha. You also know that most of the people in our industry are bald."

"Why come to Jiangcheng? You have a friend here. Come to meet your friend and attend his funeral by the way, haha."

…

The video ends here. The middle-aged man in the picture is in a suit and leather tie. His gray hair is neatly combed behind his head, revealing a slightly higher hairline. He looks like an elite in the IT industry.

When stating the information, his attitude was unusually calm, and in the end, he even showed a bit of a playful smile like a pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"Bai Qi, what do you think of this case?" Xu Ziqin lightly dragged the mouse, pulled the progress bar back to the center, and clicked pause.

He was wearing a brown coat and the same messy clothes under his messy hair. Just standing there, no one could imagine that he was the criminal police captain of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

"Zhang Chengwen is the most suspected person, but there is no evidence left. The bureau has released him, but I always feel uneasy." Xu Ziqin leaned against the computer desk, inching his heels, "You Listening to what he said, aren’t they obviously provocative?”

Bai Qi sat in a wheelchair and looked through several photos of the crime scene for a while, then said: "Listening to the confession, Zhang Chengwen was not familiar with the deceased's family, at least there was a big emotional gap.

"He loathes and even hates the deceased, and takes pleasure in the death of the deceased. If he is not a psychopath, then there is a high probability that he has had some issues with the deceased."

"I think so too." Xu Ziqin nodded in agreement, "But he said that he is naturally indifferent and likes to laugh wildly when he is nervous. This is unproven. What can I do?"

"If you die unexpectedly, I will definitely call you by your name when I give my confession. Even if I want to laugh, I will endure it for a while out of humanitarianism." Bai Qi put the photo on his lap and stared at his hand, "Even the name They refused to speak out and only referred to each other as 'dead', which was extremely life-threatening."

"What you said...but there is still no evidence."

"So, do you want me to help you forge evidence?" Bai Qi raised his eyes and looked at Xu Ziqin with a half-smile.

Xu Ziqin was speechless: "This is not a joke! I didn't mean to think that you were number one in criminal investigation and investigation in the police academy, maybe you can tell something."

Bai Qi remained silent and picked out a frontal view of the deceased's body from a pile of photos.

A long-haired woman in a red dress was lying on the ground, her young face was as pale as paper, her tongue was halfway out of her purple lips, and there was a ferocious strangulation mark embedded under her neck.

"The forensic doctor should have ruled out other ways of death, is it definitely hanging? I remember that hanging by hanging is easy to distinguish between suicide and homicide.

"The suicide victim will only have one strangulation mark at the junction of the lower jaw and the neck, and the toes will naturally droop; the body strangled by others and then hung will have two strangulation marks, one on the neck and one on the lower jaw.

"From the photos, there is no doubt that the deceased committed suicide. I am curious, why do you insist on thinking that this is a criminal case?"

Bai Qi didn't wait for Xu Ziqin to reply, then picked up a close-up of an oleander flower and placed it right above the photo of the corpse.

"Perhaps I can try to understand you. During the autopsy, the forensic doctor found the oleander flower in the corpse's throat and detected Zhang Chengwen's fingerprints, confirming that he put the flower in after the death of the deceased. of.

"But with all due respect, the presumption of guilt is the worst. Zhang Chengwen's behavior at best constitutes the crime of insulting a corpse and has no direct relationship with the murder of the deceased.

"After all, the existing evidence is enough to prove that the deceased committed suicide."

Xu Ziqin was silent for two seconds and shook his head: "But I still feel something is wrong. What a good little girl. I heard from neighbors that she has always been cheerful and optimistic. She usually plays games at home and has no conflicts with anyone. How can I say that she committed suicide? Suicide?"

This information is written in the file.

The deceased's name was Lu Yuqin. She was 24 years old. She was unemployed at home after graduating from college. She was well cared for by her parents. She had no mental illness or signs of suicide. Who would have thought that she would hang herself on a rainy morning?

Silence spread in the apartment. For a long time, Bai Qi muttered in a low voice: "In the morning, the Yin Qi has not dissipated and the Yang Qi has just emerged. It is the time when Yin and Yang alternate and humans and ghosts collide. It rains outside again, and the Yin Qi transpires from the ground with the rain. In the human world, if a person's fortune is low during this period, it is easy for ghosts to cover their eyes and take their lives. "

His voice was gloomy. Xu Ziqin was stunned when he heard it, and then he patted him on the shoulder: "Old Qi, you stay at home all day long and get moldy. Why are you still superstitious? We believe in materialism and don't talk about ghosts and monsters."

White smiled noncommittally and said, "Okay, let's get back to this case.

"I can provide an idea: the flower language of oleander is 'abuse'. Zhang Chengwen mentioned more than once in his confession that he was engaged in Internet-related work. You may be able to find out the motive for suicide or murder by checking the browsing history of the deceased. .

"Suicide because you were reviled, and being murdered because you reviled someone else are both good stories, aren't they?"

"According to what you say, Zhang Chengwen deliberately left clues so that we could investigate him?" Xu Ziqin frowned and hit the floor with his heels.

"Who says it's not?" Bai Qi unplugged the USB flash drive from the computer, put it into the file bag with the photos and files, and stuffed it back into Xu Ziqin's arms, "If you really want to check him out, let me give you another suggestion - —

"Find out who his friends are in Jiangcheng."

…

After Xu Ziqin left, Bai Qi entered the bathroom in a wheelchair and stopped in front of the specially designed low sink.

The mirror reflected a pale and delicate face belonging to a young man. The scarlet bloodshot eyes in the corners of his eyes were swimming as if they were alive, almost bursting out of his eyes.

Bai Qi stared at himself in the mirror quietly for a while, then reached out and turned on the faucet, then poured some water on his face.

The cold invisible thing flows freely, which is particularly calming; the bloodshot eyes gradually fade away, returning to the blackness of ink.

White turned slowly and controlled the electronic wheelchair to move towards the balcony.

The door was not closed all the way, so he walked straight in and parked his wheelchair by the glass door of the balcony.

On the lounge chair in the balcony, the shadow of a woman in red was sitting slightly awkwardly.

Her thick long hair hangs down from her forehead, covering half of her face like a waterfall; her elongated tongue sticks out from her hair, like the stamens of a king flower, which is particularly eye-catching.

——It is the deceased who hanged himself in the photo.

Bai Qi looked at the woman and put a smile on his lips: "Lu Yuqin, let's talk about you now.

"For example - how did you feel when you died?"

…

White likes to know the stories of the dead, it makes him happy.

Because for normal people, nothing is more painful than death.

Feelings such as happiness can only be derived through comparison.

Just like a person in a wheelchair walking slowly along the street, passers-by cast sympathetic glances at him, some of which are mixed with those who are lucky enough to have healthy hands and feet. They are grateful that their conditions in a certain field are better than those of others.

Only by feeling the pain of others can you know that there is still room for change in your current situation. Whether it is a rainy day or taking pleasure in misfortunes, it is always happier than immersing yourself in your own miserable life and feeling sorry for yourself.

White likes to suffer, both from others and from himself, and is not afraid to cause some tragedies manually.

It’s an abnormal psychology, a type of antisocial personality disorder, that has contributed to tens of thousands of serial killings and has been the subject of infamous lobotomy surgeries over the last century.

White has systematically studied psychology and can objectively diagnose his own illness.

But he doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. After all, modern people have more or less psychological problems.

More than 90% of people believe that they have mental illness, and 40% of them have been diagnosed through various channels. As a member of the army of patients, there is nothing surprising about him.

In view of the existence of the law and the improvement of the investigation system, Bai Qi has restrained his impulse very well and has never killed anyone with his own hands in twenty-six years.

And by trying to kill chickens, ducks, cats, dogs and other animals, he determined that simple bloody killing could not bring him pleasure.

What he is obsessed with is murder that is full of beauty and artistry. It is a perfect crime performed by a highly intelligent criminal. It is no different in essence from Goldbach's conjecture or Shakespeare's drama.

He was addicted to criminal investigation novels, especially those based on real events, with specific details of the case, and always sneered at the negligence of the criminals.

Later, he applied for the criminal investigation major of the police academy with a high score of 714 in the college entrance examination. As expected, he was admitted, graduated with honors, and was assigned to work in the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Nancheng Public Security Bureau.

On the surface, he made everyone believe that he had a sense of justice that punished evil and promoted good; secretly, he eagerly flipped through criminal case files and was fascinated by those bloody and tragic stories.

In just four years, he solved more than 200 criminal cases one after another and became famous.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. In a vicious serial murder case, he was seriously injured, both physically and psychologically.

The result was that even though all components of his body were fine after recovery, he could no longer stand up for some reason and could only spend his days in a wheelchair.

As a result, he retired from the front line and worked behind the scenes as a consultant to the criminal police brigade, responsible for helping read files and making suggestions.

In the eyes of others, this is jealousy of talented people, but he is happy with it.

After all, simply solving a case no longer brings him pleasure. He feels sick every time he sees the rough and shoddy methods of committing crimes.

He was looking forward to a perfect crime, and the days of retreating behind the scenes gave him enough leisure to formulate a criminal plan.

At the beginning of this year, old classmate Xu Ziqin was transferred to Jiangcheng, and he also moved here to continue his work as a consultant.

Those criminal plans that had not yet had time to try came to Jiangcheng with him.

…

Southwest Dazhou Road, Qingxu County, Yunzhou.

The afterglow has faded, the night is getting darker, the white mist is curling up, and the black magpies are chirping back to their nests.

In the bamboo forest outside the city, Yan Yu, an old monk and a young man were sitting around a stone.

On the blue boulder, a wine jar and three broken bowls and ladles were placed steadily.

The old monk wearing an old cassock picked up a broken gourd, poured himself a sip of wine, and said to Yan Yu: "Young man, I tell you, there is nothing good in Chang'an. Bad people catch us useless monsters every night." Na."

He hunched his back, twirled his beard and sighed: "If you are caught, the lucky ones will be forced to work as coolies for a few months, and the unlucky ones will be used to make elixirs for the Queen."

The young man next to him was holding a wine bowl and drinking. Hearing this, he raised his head and joined in: "I flew into the palace and saw the queen taking a bath. She was in her early fifties and as fair and tender as a cardamom girl. I don't know how many of my compatriots' spirits she has eaten." !”

The two monsters, an old man and a young man, looked at Yan Yu who was sitting on the bluestone, showing his sinister white teeth: "Tell me, is this true?"

Yan Yu looks like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a blue cloth gown and a blue scarf to tie his hair. His face is as white as a ghost, and is set off by the green fire floating in the mountains and forests.

He cupped his hands and sighed: "I have to go to Chang'an. My father left home when I was ten years old. He was killed by a bad person and his bones were buried in Chang'an. Jia Ci also went to Chang'an three months ago and met someone on the way. When they opened a warehouse to put grain in, but the quantity was wrong, they insisted that it was caused by monsters..."

The young man cursed: "Those human beings are the worst, especially bad people!"

The old monk also said: "They have been causing trouble for us all day long, and they have accused us of unreasonable charges. What are we doing by robbing them of their food? This is simply nonsense!" (End of Chapter)