Just then the door to the interrogation room opened.

Zhao Shanhe dragged his tired body in. His eyes were red and his face was oily after staying up all night last night, and he looked particularly old.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe, Huang Rong calmed down a little and took the initiative to stand up and say hello.

Zhao Shanhe nodded and glanced at Liu Jie, pulled up a chair and sat down, then took out a cigarette and lit one himself.

Huang Rong turned her head and explained the results of the interrogation in a low voice, and at the same time put forward her own thoughts.

"This Liu Jie is very problematic. His relationship with Nietzsche must be very unusual. As long as we continue to ask, there should be results."

"Well, you did a good job."

Zhao Shanhe didn't make any further comments. Instead, he held up his cell phone while smoking and handed a photo to Liu Jie.

"do you know it?"

"Isn't this an urn?"

Huang Rong recognized what was in the photo at a glance.

This urn was square and black, with a lotus pattern carved on it. Both the pattern and color were exactly the same as the urn Liu Jie saw in his dream last night.

At that time, this thing was placed on an old table.

Didn’t it mean that unfinished buildings don’t have mourning halls?

So what's going on with this urn?

"Looking at your expression, you must have seen it before." Zhao Shanhe squinted his eyes, and an imperceptible gloomy expression flashed across his face.

"Yes, I have seen it. Didn't I say before that I saw a mourning hall on the fourth floor? This thing was placed on the table of the mourning hall at that time. But didn't you say that there is no mourning hall on the fourth floor, so the things mentioned above do not exist. It's me.

Are you dreaming?" Liu Jie said in surprise.

"No, that shouldn't be a dream. We did find it in an empty room on the fourth floor. As for the mourning hall, there is no such thing."

What?

Huang Rong thought she had heard wrong and said quickly: "That shouldn't be the case. I've seen his live video. Didn't he fall asleep on the first floor? How could he run to the fourth floor?"

"Yes, the place where he fell asleep during the live broadcast was indeed on the first floor, but the live broadcast was shut down by supervisors shortly after he fell asleep. As for whether he did anything after the live broadcast was shut down, no one knows."

There was something in Zhao Shanhe's words, and he was obviously questioning what Liu Jie had done.

Liu Jie naturally understood what Zhao Shanhe meant. He clearly remembered that he went to the fourth floor, but he had no memory of falling asleep, as if it had never happened.

"You don't want to say that I went to the fourth floor after falling asleep, do you? Sleepwalking?" Liu Jie was a little confused, and he doubted his memory more and more.

Things that he was extremely sure about before are now a little uncertain even for him, because he doesn't know if he was dreaming last night.

Because of Wu Xiaomei's incident, he still hasn't had time to check last night's live video.

"At present, it seems that it is really possible." Zhao Shanhe said.

Liu Jie wanted to laugh but couldn't. He had never heard of his habit of sleepwalking in his whole life.

And he also knew something about sleepwalking. Sleepwalking and dreaming are subconscious behaviors. Basically, people don't remember anything as soon as they wake up.

But he still remembers every detail.

"That's weird, who would be so bored and put the urn in a place like that?" Huang Rong muttered in a low voice and shook her head, becoming even more confused.

"It was not released, but it was secretly hidden in an unfinished building. It was a stolen urn."

"Stolen urn? Whose?"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at Liu Jie and spit out three words: "Aunt Tang."

"Aunt Tang who died a few days ago?"

"Yes, that's her."

Liu Jie's mind was buzzing. The image of Aunt Tang lying on the table eating ashes last night appeared in front of his eyes again. He slowly clenched his fists with a look of horror on his face.

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but what happened last night was really strange.

"We found your footprints at the scene, which means you are the suspect who stole the ashes." Zhao Shanhe stared at Liu Jie closely, paying attention to Liu Jie's every move.

He found that Liu Jie's fingers were trembling slightly and his expression became extremely ugly, as if he was frightened.

"Me? Stealing the urn? Do you think it's possible? Are there only my footprints at the scene?" Liu Jie's voice changed. It was more of a test than a rhetorical question.

He was completely confused and even suspected that he was really sleepwalking.

"It's impossible. We have checked and found that you did not commit the crime. There are also footprints of other people at the scene. We are still verifying who they are. The reason why I tell you this is to ask you about the details at that time. You are not

Say you saw an old lady in a red dress? Do you still have an impression of what she looks like?"

Liu Jie shook his head and said: "I only remember that she was wearing a red dress, with pale hair, no face, and a skull in her hand. In addition, I also saw a pony."

"Skull? Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Zhao Shanhe picked up his note and wrote down this, and then said: "I feel this may be your hallucination. We have investigated the pony you mentioned in detail, and he did not go to the unfinished building last night."

"Hallucination? Then you still ask me."

"But you did see some things, such as the urn. For us, as long as someone calls the police, we will investigate to the end. If you can't remember it now, let's stop here. Considering Sanyu's matter, you can still

I can’t leave, and I have to force you to stay in the detention room tonight.”

After Zhao Shanhe said that, he stood up and left.

Huang Rong didn't realize that Zhao Shanhe had disappeared, so she quickly chased after him.

"Master, this is over."

"Yeah, it's over. It's time to eat. I heard there are noodles and pork chops today, so I must eat a few more pieces later."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. Don't you want to ask about Nietzsche's case?" Huang Rong became a little anxious.

"No need, he has said everything he should say, and he won't tell you what he shouldn't say even if you ask him."

"What's the meaning?"

"Because we haven't caught Nietzsche so far, and we haven't even found out his true identity. Even if we find out, so what? What evidence is there to prove that he committed a crime? Are you confused? Then let me ask you

One question, why didn’t Liu Jie call the police before?”

"Because he wanted to make money. After all, Nietzsche was very rich. He could get away with it for 200,000 yuan."

"Then why has he confessed everything now?"

"He's scared."

"What is he afraid of? Did Nietzsche kill someone? Or did he kill someone? Who did he kill? Aunt Tang, Qian Cheng? If he killed someone and Nietzsche got hold of it, he would never leak Nietzsche's information until his death. This would

Now I dare to say that because Nietzsche did not commit any crime, he had no reason to be caught by Nietzsche. Moreover, they had a phone call before we arrived at Xiachuan Village. After the phone call, Liu Jie withdrew from the group. What does this mean? It means that this is

They have already discussed it."

Huang Rong was stunned for a moment as she listened, recalling the scene where Liu Jie had just debated with her. Liu Jie was obviously in the same group as Nietzsche, and he had already recognized Nietzsche's ideas.

"Then what's their intention in doing this?" Huang Rong asked.

"Of course it is self-protection. Liu Jie must have leaked the news about Sanyu's accident to Nietzsche, saying that he is very likely to be arrested. As long as he is arrested, we will naturally investigate his mobile phone, and the secret between him and Nietzsche cannot be hidden."
Chapter completed!