Detective Training Manual

A gas tank exploded in Zhou Yan's mind.

He felt that his whole body was numb, startled, unable to say a word.

Falling from the sky...

From the sky! And drop!

Even people all over the world think that Dr. Zhang is crazy, but Zhou Yan certainly doesn't think so.

Because, in the past few months, he has been experiencing the same thing.

book!

letter!

card!

These things appear in the same way.

What does this mean?

Could it be that all these things come from the same place?

Also, what is going on with the weird feeling that is stolen everywhere in this world?

Zhou Yan just sat motionless.

And his state, in the eyes of Doctor Zhang, was just a person who heard his own ridiculous story and didn't know what to say in embarrassment.

So Doctor Zhang smiled helplessly.

"I don't expect you to believe my words, you just treat these as nonsense of a middle-aged man with a brain disease, but...I still have to finish the story.

Where is it? Oh, that card...

You see, it's really like having a pair of eyes looking at me. When I just had the idea of ​​killing Wang Xiaoming, this card appeared.

In fact, it was not just a card that hit my head at the time, because there was a small note on the back of the card.

And on the note... there was a murder technique written on it.

Yes, the method of killing, and it is the method of killing Wang Xiaoming.

On the note, teach me to use two beds and throw Wang Xiaoming across the road!

Haha, that's crazy!

But at the time, I was crazy, because I did it!

But there is one point, I hesitated a little.

Because, it clearly says, let me implement this plan one hour before midnight, that is, at 11 o'clock.

But I did not follow the above words!

Because Wang Xiaoming's medicine can't last that long.

I just wanted this child to die quietly while still sleeping.

It doesn't matter whether he is crushed or not, whether he is dead and beautiful, it doesn't matter, I just want him to die very willfully.

Because of death, there will be no more pain, and will not wait for death in despair.

As it was written in that letter, some people are worthy of death.

Therefore, I killed Wang Xiaoming at 10 o'clock.

This is unfortunate, just because you passed by across the road.

As for the next thing, you all know.

In fact, afterwards, I thought for a while, if I did exactly what was written on the card and endured it for another hour, then would I not meet you, would I really escape the sanctions of the law? It. "

As he said, Dr. Zhang shook his head: "Look at me, what do I think? Even though I killed someone, I was still thinking about escaping the sanctions of the law. It's so rampant.

But it doesn't matter, my verdict has come down, intentional murder.

Even if you kill someone who wants to be killed, it won't work.

The death penalty will be executed three months later.

This is the punishment I deserve..."

silence......

The buzzing in Zhou Yan's mind finally faded away.

He looked at Dr. Zhang: "Then why did you give the card to Li Huan, the little girl with me."

"Oh, that little girl." Doctor Zhang seemed to think of Li Huan, and couldn't help but smiled: "I don't know why I did that at the time, maybe because I think that little girl, like me, is a lonely one. people."

"Lonely person?" Zhou Yan was taken aback.

"Yeah, aren't you his boyfriend? Don't you know that she is lonely?" Doctor Zhang wondered.

"Uh...no, she is just my landlord."

"Hehe, that's the case." Doctor Zhang nodded and said, "It's no wonder that only people like us who have ever wanted to end our lives will notice the loneliness in the other's eyes.

That girl Li Huan, the loneliness in her eyes may be deeper than mine.

She must have no relatives in this world.

She must have stood on the roof of a certain building before, wanting to take that step.

Haha, I really don't know what her past looks like for such an optimistic and cheerful child.

Her glasses cover too much. "

Zhou Yan listened to Dr. Zhang's words, and for a while, he was a little confused.

Li Huan...Have you ever thought about suicide?

How could this be possible, isn't that girl, a silly girl with a golden spoon in her mouth, ignorant of the world, and imagining everything in her heart?

Dr. Zhang's words continue...

"At that time... I felt that she was as lonely as I was.

And lonely people will always habitually soak themselves in sadness.

At that time, I might think that if one day, this girl, like me, wants to end her life again, then...will she also be favored by this card.

Will this card also guide her to do things that make her life more valuable.

So, I gave this card to her.

Of course, I sincerely hope that she will never use this thing in her life. "

......

The story of Doctor Zhang is over.

A story that sounds unwilling to believe. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Zhou Yan didn't bother Dr. Zhang anymore. After thanking him solemnly, he left the prison.

On the way, Zhou Yan was very gray.

He didn't know if he was involved in something terrible.

This world seems to have some incomparably amazing secrets, but these secrets are well concealed.

In the end...what is the answer?

Should I continue digging?

Under the question mark in his head, Zhou Yan took out the notes in his pocket.

A beautiful boy who will always be eighteen years old: You have entered the game and can't escape. Wouldn't you think that it was a coincidence that you got this book when you traveled to this world?

"Incoming?

It's entering again.

But...what game did I get into? Why don't these people make it clear.

Also...Isn't this book falling on my head by accident? "

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of Dr. Zhang's words.

It’s not that people are choosing cards, but cards are choosing people

So, did this book choose me?

So...what is the difference between me? Why does this book choose me, it chooses me, what does it want me to do?

sudden!

Zhou Yan seems to have realized one more thing.

Since this book, letter, and card all appear in the same way, it is very likely that they came from the same place.

So...what about these people in the book.

Will they all come from the same place as books, letters, and cards! .

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan immediately took out a pen in his pocket.

I wrote on my notes...

where are you?