The Last Train to Hell

Then he started to groan, which made me even more incomprehensible.

However, the humming sound became weaker and weaker.

I guessed that he was dying. Looking at the large pool of blood on the ground, he might have been lying here for a while.

Is it just that no one has come to the toilet for such a long time?

Or should I say that this scene was a surprise specially left for me by the software, or it could be said that it was a gift.

I took a step back, subconsciously wanting to leave this place.

"You can't call the police or call 120, so give me your phone and let me leave. I can't just watch him die in front of me."

I reluctantly told Tingting that I wanted to talk it over and ask her to return the phone to me.

But I also know that it is not easy to get the phone out.

I don’t know if she will agree, but I can guarantee that as long as she gives me the phone, I will turn around and leave.

I will never care about what happened.

Ting shook her head again, suddenly showing a little despair, she ran to me again and put the phone into my hand.

I clicked on my phone and directly entered the interface of the weird software.

A photo appeared on the interface, showing me squatting next to this person on the ground with a grin on my face, holding a chainsaw in my hand.

Where did this photo come from? Why does it appear here?

I have obviously never done this kind of thing. To put it bluntly, I am a typical wolf-hearted and rabbit-cowardly person.

I was called over by the police because I was burning paper on the roadside. I was frightened for a long time after saying a few words.

If this is because of murder, the police caught him and took him to the Public Security Bureau for questioning.

In the end, I was imprisoned because I had no valid evidence to prove that I had not done this.

That was a huge blow to me, something I couldn't accept.

I pointed the phone screen directly at Tingting and said with a trembling voice.

"Is it because of this software? Do you know what it is?"

I think Tingting should know something, but she may not be willing to tell me.

Maybe she is involved in this too.

Tingting shook her head, said nothing, then took a few steps forward, and then disappeared completely.

Before I could react, there were suddenly many footsteps behind me.

I seemed to understand something in my heart, but also seemed to understand nothing at all.

I got directly into the toilet stall, squatted there and held my head, shaking non-stop.

Anyway, I don’t have any crime tools in my hand, and I have never touched the electric saw shown in the picture.

Moreover, I am squatting here fearfully. Even with that picture as proof, I cannot be completely sure that I am the murderer.

After all, no murderer is as afraid as me.

Just as I expected, the ones who came in were police officers lying on the ground.

The man was carried away directly by the emergency personnel, and I was also caught out hiding in the toilet cubicle.

I was not given a chance to explain. I was handcuffed and taken to the police station.

The police station displayed a huge chainsaw and a provocative photo.

In the photo, I am looking straight at the camera, smiling ferociously.

The chainsaw in his hand was still bleeding, and the man on the ground looked very painful.

"Are you Su Ren? Our Municipal Public Security Bureau received an anonymous call saying that you used a chainsaw to cut off the arms of your colleagues in the bus company's underground garage in the toilet. Do you admit it?"

The police questioned me very seriously. Of course I would not admit this. It was not my fault at all.

If I were really brave enough to saw off someone's arm, I wouldn't be able to just be a bus driver.

I shook my head and wanted to explain something, but before I could open my mouth, I was scolded by the police officer who was sitting beside me.

"You just need to nod or shake your head, no explanation required."

Judging from his attitude, it seemed as if I was trying to quibble. Could it be that he really relied on a chainsaw? There is also a photo that I don’t know if it was artificially synthesized or how it came about.

Are you going to convict me directly?

My subconscious reaction was that the spirit changed into my appearance, sawed off the man's arm, and took a photo as evidence.

So how do I explain it? I want to tell the police that there is an evil spirit in this world, and it is definitely not me. If this evil spirit did this, I am afraid that people will think it is crazy.

But how can I exonerate myself? There is no real evidence.

Yes, I just arrived at the toilet. It didn't take more than five minutes for me to go to the toilet.

When I left home, I should have known through the people I lived with and the taxi driver who had seen me on the way.

He can also prove my innocence. As long as they come out to testify and ensure that I did not leave the dormitory during that time, even if there are photos, they cannot convict me.

I managed to calm down and was ready to hear what the police had to say?

By sorting out their clues, I could find evidence of my alibi and get rid of this crime.

I guessed that it would be impossible to get out of the car tonight, but now I feel better, and the curse of the last bus on Route 14 has become an urgent need.

There is also a curse left by the steel mill workers, and I don’t know how to solve it?

If Lin Hualong finds out that I haven't been back for a long time, he will probably call me.

My phone is currently in a frozen state. Except for the game interface, other interfaces cannot be accessed at all.

So whether Lin Hualong can find me or not is still a question. I am afraid that he would never think that I would be in the police station even if he racked his brains.

"Is the person in this photo you?"

The policeman held up the photo and showed it to me. I had seen this photo just now. The person in the photo is exactly like me.

If I was not very sure that I had never done it before and I was awake at that time, I would have suspected that I was sleepwalking?

Or was it that I was controlled by someone and did something that I regretted deeply.

I shook my head firmly, and the police officer who interrogated me looked at the person next to me.

The two shook their heads at the same time. I have never used my brain so well.

As soon as they shook their heads, I guessed what they meant.

I am afraid that they suspected that I did not tell the truth at all, and I still stubbornly believed that the person in this photo was me.

I would not blame them for being blind. If this photo is taken out, even if the blind grandfather is alive, he will probably think it is me.

In addition, if the person in the photo is Lin Hualong, the person sitting here being interrogated is also Lin Hualong.

I would also subconsciously think that the person in the photo was Lin Hualong's.

"Tell me, what were you doing from 9:30 to 10:40 tonight?"