Sure enough, Liu Yunqian knew nothing about what happened next. He still thought he was in the days when Huang Xianman returned to his hometown to visit his grave?
Seeing Jiang Yue and Luo Chu's strange expressions, Liu Yunqian couldn't help but ask: "What exactly do you want to say? Why are you hesitating?"
Jiang Yue had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, call up the time and date, and handed it over.
Liu Yunqian was startled at first, not understanding what Jiang Yue meant. However, she is a smart person, and when she saw the date on the big screen, it was May 9th.
Liu Yunqian's body trembled suddenly, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.
“This...what does this mean?”
“That’s what it means literally.” Jiang Yue said calmly.
Liu Yunqian seemed to have thought of something terrible. He stared at the screen and murmured: "You mean, today is May 9th? How... how is this possible?"
Jiang Yue said calmly: "Then look at the place in front of you, are you familiar with it? Look at the clothes on your body, are they yours?"
Liu Yunqian suddenly realized. She lowered her head and looked at her clothes. Her expression changed drastically again. The blue and white striped hospital clothes on her body looked so dazzling and heart-wrenching.
"Is this a hospital?" Liu Yunqian was shocked. She jumped up, walked to the bed and looked outside, but she only saw the dark night outside.
This time, she was really panicked.
“Why am I here? Who sent me here? How come I stay here for so long? Why can’t I remember anything?”
Jiang Yue and Luo Chu couldn't answer who sent her here. Maybe the mental hospital will have files with the information and contact information of the patient's family members.
But obviously you can’t get these now.
"You...did you work together to deceive me?" Liu Yunqian suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at Jiang Yue and Luo Chu with doubtful eyes.
Looking at her expression, she was obviously a little more wary.
Jiang Yue smiled bitterly: "Ms. Liu, from your point of view, it is understandable that we think we are deceiving you. But think about it again, why did we climb over the wall and enter the mental hospital in the middle of the night to deceive you, an unrelated person?
?What is there about you that we should be concerned about?"
Liu Yunqian thought to herself that she was pretty, but the other two people were obviously not coveting her beauty.
Suppose she has some money, but she is not considered to be a wealthy person.
Earth color pictures and wealth seem to be a bit unreasonable.
She suddenly stared at Jiang Yue's cell phone and said, "Lend me your cell phone."
Jiang Yue originally wanted to tell her that her cell phone was just a decoration now and had no communication signal.
But then he asked calmly: "Who are you going to call?"
“Of course it’s my husband, I must figure out what’s going on.”
Jiang Yue nodded and handed over the phone.
Liu Yunqian shivered and dialed a number, then put the phone to her ear.
Hunting, beeping, beeping...
Can’t get through?
Liu Yunqian continued to call, but still couldn’t get through.
“Is your mobile phone in arrears? Why is there no signal?” When Liu Yunqian called for the third time, she discovered that there was no communication signal sign on the mobile phone.
Jiang Yue took the phone and looked at an unfamiliar number left on it.
smiled: “The cell phone signal has been out of service for a long time.”
"What...what do you mean?" Liu Yunqian was puzzled.
“This is a very long story…”
At present, Luo Chu selectively selected some of the strange events that occurred during the period after Qingming Festival and told them to Liu Yunqian.
Liu Yunqian was completely confused, as if he was listening to a story.
“You...are you making a short video to trick me on purpose?” Liu Yunqian even thought of this possibility.
Luo Chu didn’t refute, he took out his mobile phone, pulled out pictures of strange events, and showed them to her one by one.
The focus is of course on what happened last night in this hospital, on this floor, and in this corridor.
Liu Yunqian was completely stunned. The layout of these wards was exactly the same as the one she was currently living in.
“These people...are all dead?”
"Yes, there are sixteen patients on the same floor and in the same corridor as you. Except for you, all the others committed suicide. Only two are still being rescued, and the others have died."
Liu Yunqian's mind went blank. This astonishing information was completely beyond her cognition. She didn't know how to digest it for a moment.
“So, you are actually here to investigate me, do you suspect that I am the murderer of these patients?” Liu Yunqian asked bitterly.
She is not stupid, on the contrary, she is a smart person.
After learning about the current situation, I thought of this logical possibility.
"We suspected you at first, but now we judge that you are not the murderer. But this matter may not have anything to do with you."
“What do you mean? Doesn’t this still doubt me?”
“No, there are some relationships that you may not even know about.”
“What is that?” Liu Yunqian was puzzled.
“For example, what happened to these patients? Why did they commit suicide? If there are any precipitating factors, why didn’t this factor work for you?”
“Yeah, why didn’t I commit suicide? Is it because I have no memory?”
“Preliminary judgment may be that your spiritual world is actively isolated from the outside world and you indulge in your own world, which actually saves your life. Of course, this is just my current speculation.”
Liu Yunqian was silent, and then thought of her daughter again, and couldn't help but sob again.
He asked sadly: "You said before that my daughter..."
"That's the truth. Your daughter has been killed, and she was tortured and killed by someone, and the method was very cruel... Not only did she hide her body in a potted plant, but she also used vicious spells to suppress her soul.
You can't live without that abandoned building. Otherwise, her soul would have found it here long ago. The little girl is very strong and has a deep attachment to you."
Liu Yunqian was already crying and her mood collapsed again.
“Ms. Liu, if you want to give your daughter an explanation, you must cheer up and find the real culprit.”
Liu Yunqian tried her best to hold back her tears and said, holding back her sadness: "Yes, yes! I will cooperate with you, and I will definitely cooperate. I will never let go of the real culprit who killed my daughter."
“Do you remember a photo?”
“Which one?” Liu Yunqian loves taking photos and has countless photos.
Jiang Yue pulled Luo Chu over, and the two of them assumed the same pose as in the photo.
Jiang Yue then described how the two people were dressed in the photo.
Liu Yunqian suddenly remembered: "Oh, it's that photo. I know it was taken in the park. That photo was originally on my bedside table, but Xianman took it away later. He said he would put it in the office."
“It was in that abandoned building, and it was full of needle holes. If the person who pricked the needles didn’t have a huge hatred for the people in the photo, he would never have done this.”
“Ah? Where is the abandoned building you are talking about? Which street?”
“Do you know about Yangfan Middle School? It’s not far from Yangfan Middle School.”
Liu Yunqian suddenly remembered something, and his face suddenly turned ugly: "Is it the Galaxy Building that is to be demolished?"
"Yes. There is still a photo album there, but there are no photos in it. By the way, in an office in that building, I also found some air and train tickets, which contain your information and Huang Xianman's information. How about that?
How can I find you?"
“Is it on the twelfth floor?” Liu Yunqian murmured.
“That’s right, it’s the twelfth floor.”
Liu Yunqian’s lips trembled again, and her face turned pale.
“No way, no way! He would never do that!”
“Is that Huang Xianman’s office?” Jiang Yue asked calmly.
Although Liu Yunqian didn't believe it, he still nodded miserably: "It's his office, but he would never do that. He usually wouldn't speak loudly to Shino, so how could he do such a thing?"
Jiang Yue sighed and asked in a strange tone: "Then have you been to his office?"
“Of course I have been there, I remember it was a year ago. At that time, their unit was moving to a new office building, and I went to help him pack his things.”
“You helped him pack his things. You know there are many books in the cabinet, right?”
“Yes, some of those books were given to him by me.”
“There is also a big potted plant, do you remember it?”
This is the second time Jiang Yue mentioned potted plants. Liu Yunqian had not recovered from the previous one.
The second time he heard these two words, Liu Yunqian felt his eyes go dark, as if his whole body suddenly collapsed again, and his body slumped softly beside the bed.
"I...my Shinuo, you just said that my Shinuo was..."
"Yes, she was cruelly buried in a potted plant, sealed with a layer of wax, and her whole body was rolled up and placed inside."
“Ah!” Liu Yunqian screamed, covered his mouth with both hands, and started retching.
Obviously, the scene described by Jiang Yue was completely unacceptable to her and she kept vomiting.
Jiang Yue himself felt cruel describing this kind of silkworm room in front of a mother.
But now that the matter has come to this point, there is no point in hiding it any longer.
"No, no, how could it be him? Why would he do this? He usually feels sorry for Shino more than anyone else. He can't be so vicious!"
Liu Yunqian still couldn't convince herself and couldn't accept that Huang Xianman had done such evil things.
But all the details Jiang Yue stated point to this cruel fact.
You must know that the huge potted plant was originally given to Huang Xianman by Liu Yunqian.
At that time, the two fell in love not long ago, and they were at their most sticky.
She never imagined that the potted plant she gave away would eventually become the burial place of her daughter?
Liu Yunqian completely collapsed emotionally and burst into tears.
After a long time, she wiped away her tears with determination and said, "So, according to the results of your current investigation, is it correct to conclude that Huang Xianman is the murderer?"
“It’s very likely.” Jiang Yue nodded, “If you can help us find him, maybe the truth will come sooner.”
“I will help you find him. Whether it is him or not, I must ask him face to face.”
Luo Chu saw that Liu Yunqian had returned to normal, so he suggested: "Xiao Jiang, how about we go back to the bureau first?"
Liu Yunqian nodded and said, "I'll go back with you. Don't worry, I'm very conscious now. I'm definitely not a mental patient. I also know what I'm doing. I can take responsibility for my actions and I will never cause trouble to you."
Jiang Yue suddenly stood up, quickly ran to the door, gently closed the door, then jumped to the window and quickly closed the curtains.
At the same time, cut off all light sources in the house.
“Hush!” Jiang Yue made a silencing gesture.
Luo Chu saw that he suddenly acted so cautiously, knowing that something was going on, so he subconsciously put his hand on his waist.
Liu Yunqian has been in a "mind lock" before, and her body has entered a strange era. Her consciousness is still before the Qingming Festival, and she has not really experienced the strange era, so she is somewhat confused.
At first I saw Jiang Yue closing the door and closing the window, and even had some inexplicable misunderstandings.
But she immediately understood that these actions were not directed at her at all.
咣!
The metal security window outside the curtain was suddenly hit by something, making a crisp impact sound.
Jiang Yue immediately told Luo Chu and Liu Yunqian to hide behind the wall and not stand by the window.
Then I looked down through the curtains and found that the object that hit the security window was a small wooden bench.
Following that, Jiang Yue looked through the gap in the curtains and through the deep night, and saw a figure standing crookedly downstairs.
It was the security guard who locked the door just now. The small bench hit the security window and fell to the ground. It was smashed to pieces.
The metal strip on the anti-theft window was obviously dented.
This shows how exaggerated the force of this smash is.
With the strength of a normal person, it is quite good to be able to throw a bench up to the second floor. However, if it hits the third floor and still hits the target, and can even dent the metal bars, it is obviously not the strength of a normal person.
At this moment, he was gesturing with the fire ax in his hand, as if he was going to hit the fire ax next.
Jiang Yue was not afraid of him smashing the fire axe. He was more concerned about the security guard's expression at this moment, which was extremely weird. The weird and wooden smile on his face clearly didn't look like what a normal person should have.
This weird smile exudes an inexplicable and terrifying gloominess. Just like the mentally retarded murderer in many horror movies.
Obviously, it is absolutely impossible for such a large mental hospital to hire a mentally retarded person as a security guard.
So, the security guard’s current situation is obviously not normal.
Jiang Yue's mind was racing, and he immediately remembered some strange things that had happened here.
While Jiang Yue was thinking, the security guard swung out the fire ax in his hand!
boom!
The destructive power of a fire ax cannot be compared to that of a small bench.
The anti-theft window, which was originally recessed, was suddenly smashed with a fire ax to create a large hole.
The fire ax had not yet dissipated, and crashed into the room, nailing it to the wall with a loud bang.
Had Jiang Yue not asked Luo Chu and Liu Yunqian to hide behind the wall in advance, if the ax had been hit, someone would have been killed on the spot.
The security guard grinned and seemed not particularly satisfied with the blow.
Then he twisted his neck, turned his head, and at the same time shook his left and right shoulders several times in an extremely exaggerated manner. He didn't know whether it was to demonstrate or to stretch his muscles.
At this moment, Jiang Yue felt strange sounds coming from all around. The sounds came from all directions, as if there were countless footsteps approaching towards the building.