Sha Qing

Ghost of Ep26 Memory

In the interrogation room of the county police station, Leo and Li Biqing met the middle-aged woman who was called "the devil mother" by the local newspaper. Her hands were handcuffed to a metal table, still immersed in her ego world, numb to all indifference, and unresponsive to the other two men's questions.

"You don't have to waste any effort," said a county police officer next to her. "She won't say anything. After killing her youngest son, she is also a virtue. She knows that as long as she says nothing, nothing will happen."

Li Biqing watched her carefully, from the hair to the tip of her toes. He noticed that she had old wounds on her hand. The index finger of her right hand was once broken, and the skin covering the wound has now grown, looking like a bare branch. There were also many uneven wounds on the other fingers that healed and then healed.

"Belley, what's going on with your hands?" He asked softly.

Of course, there was no response, like talking to the air.

Leo turned his attention to the obese county police officer, who shrugged. "Who knows, a lunatic can easily hurt himself."

Li Biqing re-examined her file, her eyes paused on the lines of old paper. He pushed the file in front of Leo, and pointed with his finger and asked, "Is this a **** / **** case? It happened four years ago. Here it is mentioned that the other party bruised her and bruised her in addition to the **** / **** and bit her off. She has a finger. "

Leo scanned it and nodded, "It should have been caused by that incident. Because she had a mental problem, she could not provide clear evidence, and the prisoner did not catch it. The case has not been closed."

Li Biqing narrowed her eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly asked the county police: "When she drowned her little son two years and nine months ago, the child was six months old, right?"

"Yes, less than seven months."

"... By calculating this way, the time when she conceived this child coincided with the time when the **** / **** happened. You have not doubted that the child's biological father is likely to be the perpetrator?"

The county policeman's eyes widened in amazement: "What? Oh no, no one paid attention to it at the time. Her husband and she left home after divorce, and occasionally came back to visit her daughter. Her second daughter was born after the divorce. We thought the younger son ... "

"You never cared about her, didn't you, police, neighbors, volunteers, including her relatives. Because she is a mentally ill, a lunatic, a redundant person." The Chinese boy said coldly, "She didn't even Fa said to defend himself, which saved you a lot of trouble, didn't you? "

The county police officer looks a little awkward and a little bit angry. If it is not for the FBI's sake, he must let the self-righteous kid taste the consequences of talking in a mess.

Li Biqing expressed his point so sharply that Leo gave him an unexpected look. In the impression, this Chinese boy is always gentle and humble, even his smile is implicitly like frosted glass decorated with a layer of national cultural patterns-but it doesn't matter, it is more real. No matter what tone he used to speak, he looked so cute, the federal agent thought hopelessly.

"If Bellaire's youngest son is really a **** / rapist's child, let us speculate." Li Biqing turned to Leo and said, "She probably knows who his biological father is, but still gives birth to him. As the child grew older, she saw the shadow of the perpetrator more clearly from his face. This discovery deeply stimulated her already abnormal nerves, and every second of caring for him was a pain Torture, shadows and stress build up until one day, something triggered the 'switch of violent emotions' in her brain-I guess he bit her finger when she bathed the child. More than six months The baby almost started to grow baby teeth, and the itchiness made him bite everything, but it was this bite that cut off the fragile appearance she was trying to maintain and became the last straw that crushed the camel. About the vague flesh and blood / The memory of **** has engulfed her, causing her complete mental breakdown, instinctively wanting the harm to disappear-so she drowned the innocent child. Perhaps even today, she still thought that she was struggling against the **** / **** at the time. Miniature, while This is no guilt of the heart. "

Leo was lost in thought, then nodded, "It's a reasonable guess."

"So," said the county police officer, "she's still a lunatic who killed her biological son, right?"

Li Biqing did not refute.

"Get here today." Leo stood up and told the county police. "You can detain her first. There are a lot of doubts about this case, and we will continue to investigate."

The county police shrugged dismissively: "We are also waiting for the results of the search team. If no other body is found, this case does not have to be troublesome to the FBI, we can solve it by ourselves."

"Of course," Leo said in a routine tone.

Before leaving the interrogation room, Li Biqing glanced back at the woman on the metal chair. Her gray-blue eyes were like a barren thorny land, but her scarred fingers twitched slightly, as if weaving some kind of nervous rhythm. He stopped to look at it, and suddenly said, "Can you remove the handcuffs?"

"What?" The county policeman frowned. "This is not up to the rules!"

"Just a few seconds, I want to see her subconsciously directing her body, what is she trying to do?"

Leo stared at the county policeman, his stern eyes seemed to be saying "Do as he said." The latter seemed unable to withstand the strength and coercion in his eyes, compromised, took out the key, came forward and opened the handcuffs, and pressed the other hand on the handle of the gun with vigilance.

Even if she took off her handcuffs, Bellaire didn't react at all, but her unfettered fingers could move her brain more freely. They were wrapped around left and right according to a certain law, mechanically and patiently. Li Biqing walked to her, and after looking at it for a long time, she suddenly realized, "She's braiding!"

He gestured at the position of her hand, about the height of a child about ten years old, "... she was combing her hair, she didn't know that her daughter was dead, although someone had told her, But this information couldn't get into her brain. She braided her daughter in memory, and I think in her eyes now Renee is standing in front of her. "

The county police watched Bellairy's vanity and couldn't help fighting a cold war. The topic of ghosts and other things was always creepy, although no one had ever seen it in person.

"She loves her daughter in the only way she can," Li Biqing asked him, "do you still think she was the murderer of Renee?"

The county policeman looked away and sneered coldly: "Who knows, maybe she didn't know she had killed Renee, just as she drowned the six-month-old baby at first. The mental patient was attacked but the six relatives didn't recognize it."

Li Biqing walked out of the interrogation room without a word.

They left the police station and drove back to the hotel. The boy said nothing along the way. After entering the room, the federal agent stood in front of him, showing seriousness in his posture and expression: "Say, what you haven't said just now, I want to listen, I'm listening."

Li Biqing was silent for a moment, and whispered, "Why? If a person is sick on the body, or his hand is broken, and he is blind, people will sympathize with him and help him, but mentally he will only be rejected and Abandoned? I do n’t understand, Leo. People will wash their hands or confirm whether the pipe gas is turned off, they will think about one thing and even insomnia, and they will be depressed and crazy because of falling in love, firing, and losing ... In fact, everyone There are more or less psychological problems and emotional disturbances, but the difference is just the extent. "He grabbed the dark-haired agent's arm with excitement." So why can't I be more understanding and tolerant of mental illness? "

Leo felt the place on his arm almost burning, "I know what you mean ... Thank you, Bi Qing, those are not as bad for me as you think, anxiety, depression You know, it's hard, but it's not intolerable. "

"I'm not trying to spy on your privacy, Leo, I'm just worried, very worried." The Chinese-American boy raised his clear tan eyes to look at him, his expression full of worries and pleadings: "I want to know what caused those I want to know what happened to you ... Maybe you don't plan to tell anyone, maybe I can't help if I know-but I just can't turn a blind eye. "

"You don't need to worry about this, this is my own question." Leo answered blankly.

"But I'm upset," Li Biqingsong stepped back, sitting sadly on the edge of the bed. "As long as I think of your eyes at the time, I feel breathless ... I even suspect that if you held the gun in your hand, you would He wo n’t pull the trigger at the temple ... this should not be the case! "

He clenched his fists and shook his fingers, "Rio, you are the best law enforcer I have ever seen. You are brave, upright, and principled. You hate and despise evil, but you have a soft heart for goodness. When When you run and hunt criminals, you are like a glowing celestial body. You should not bear the shadows and pressures. No matter what they come from, I believe that it is not your fault! "

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