All kinds of information flashed through Colin's heart——
Weird diary... Suspected suicide... Sharp weapon that cannot be found... Call the police in advance...
"Isn't it suicide, but homicide, or even silence..."
Snap!
He suddenly raised his hand and patted his face!
"If someone sees the situation in the bedroom, and I don't have detailed memories, it will be a big trouble! I have to find a way to cover it up! The time is still too close, and there is no time for me to cover it up! The predecessor is also true, what should I report if nothing happens?
Police? If it were me, I would never call the police unless necessary!"
He ran towards the bedroom, but the person outside the door raised his voice: "Mr. Varlan, are you okay? If you are here, please speak up!" As he finished speaking, there was a rustling sound, as if someone was using something.
Take out the door lock.
Colin realized that if he didn't respond, the people outside the door might break in on their own.
"Calm down! It's not like I haven't dealt with the police in my previous life, so there's nothing to be afraid of. Now, I am Colin Varland. Whether it is in the sociological or biological sense, it is true. Even if the memory is gone
The problem is, most people wouldn’t think of something as outrageous as soul time travel. At most, they think I’m hiding something.”
He took a deep breath, and the panic on his face faded a lot.
The police officer's ID card says the Ruther Street Police Department and the police officer number, which looks very official.
"What?" Devlin trotted all the way. She was shocked when she heard this, but then she followed her mouth like a machine gun and said: "He is an unpleasant person. Although he looks okay, he is too boring. At the same time, he is very suspicious. The room
It must be so messy and sloppy, I also observed him..."
Colin smiled bitterly to himself.
Colin fell silent, weighing the pros and cons, thinking about the truth or falsehood of these words.
"Mr. Varlan, are you okay? If there is nothing wrong with you, please open the door quickly!"
"Go back and call the information desk and ask about the takeout number. Let's order some takeout. It's a new arrival. I don't have complete memory and it's also involved in a murder case. It's better to be cautious."
"Why have all the nearby shops closed down? What kind of economic impact have they suffered?" He recalled the scene in his previous life when his own small shop had no choice but to close during the economic downturn.
Colin shook his head, feeling a little sad.
"Okay, I'll go to the police station with you." Colin said decisively: "Compared to being protected here, the police station is undoubtedly safer..."
"Just now I was worried that they were fake policemen, but now I'm afraid that the murderer will come after they leave. Could it be that you only know how precious it is when you lose it? What you can't get will always cause turmoil, and you deserve it."
There was movement outside the door again.
Colin knew that he didn't have time to prepare, so he said loudly: "Please wait a moment, I just got up." Then he ran into the bedroom. He wanted to lift the sheets and stuff them into the cabinet, but when he saw the small cabinet, he thought
hesitated.
He looked at Colin calmly, his eyes lingering on his left wrist for a while.
Suddenly, a strange colorful ringtone sounded.
Compared with life safety, even being suspected is bearable, especially...
"Develyn, Devlyn Moran." The red-haired woman stared at him and said.
Colin did not move away. He spread his hands and said, "Let's talk here." He secretly prayed in his heart that the police in Clovis would not be like their counterparts in the United States who fired first at any disagreement. Strictly speaking, he
Is his behavior considered obstruction of official duties? However, a general search requires a search warrant or something like that, but he just called the police and is not a suspect.
My predecessor tried his best and took out a loan of more than 500,000 yuan, but what he bought was a heavy industrial land? Most likely it was a chemical plant?
Colin tried his best not to look at his left hand and asked instead: "Murder?" He secretly thought that he was in trouble at first. He had no memory at all and was afraid that something bad would happen, and then he felt uneasy again.
"This is my first time setting foot in this world. I hope I can usher in a new life."
The man outside the door put out his cigarette butt, took off his hat, threw it to the woman behind him, and was about to walk in.
Seeing someone about to leave, Colin opened his mouth to speak.
"It's really an enviable ability, but it's too high-profile." Withdrawing his gaze, Jameson continued on his way, running.
"Robin's team found traces of the murderer, but their search reached a critical moment and they couldn't escape, so they called me and asked us to deal with it." Jameson then said in a mission-arranging tone: "The murderer's
The traces appear in two places. I will go to the one across the street, and you will go to the other place where we went last night. Be careful, your fighting ability is fine, but many things cannot be solved simply with fists.
.”
"The place where you called the police is just across the street from here. That street is a commercial street with many snacks and shops. People come and go. However, no one found the victim for a long time because he was lying in a very remote place.
In the narrow alley.”
He wanted to catch up, but was afraid of the danger of being left alone. He always felt as if someone was spying on him secretly, so in the end Colin had no choice but to close the door.
Devlin asked: "Where is the dead person he found? What does it have to do with him, and what does it have to do with the pharmaceutical company?"
"There will be some secrets about people or things related to that company, and we will know about it later." Jameson was already running quickly, his body as fast as lightning, "It's almost time, you go on your way first."
"This is the sixth floor. There's no elevator, so walking is too fast, right?"
"It's not good to drink milk on an empty stomach, and it won't make you hungry." Withdrawing his hand, he sat down again. "Let's wait a little longer."
What's going on? You just said you wanted to protect me, and then you answered the phone and were about to leave in the blink of an eye? Why are you so fickle?
Detective Jameson said: "Our colleagues have found traces of the murderer. It is not far from here, where you found the victim. We are going to provide support."
Colin looked confused, then alert.
It's even more embarrassing than before.
"What?" Jameson was a little confused, "What method did I use?"
"What he was hiding was the blood and blood stains in the room." Jameson took the initiative before his colleagues asked questions: "Although I didn't go in, these can't hide from my senses."
Boom, boom, boom.
From this tone, the predecessor just discovered the deceased and reported the case, without involving too much.
"Well...yes...ok...I understand..."
Noticing the alert look in the woman's eyes, Colin suddenly asked: "Officer, why don't you wear a police uniform when you go out?"
"This is strange." Jameson looked thoughtful, "He is the only person on the pharmaceutical company's list who is certain to be alive, but he shows no signs of awakening?"
Thinking that the empty bed would make people more suspicious, Colin covered the blood-stained sheets with a quilt, then stuffed the turned out things into the corner, then found a long-sleeved shirt and put it on to cover the wound on his left hand.
, finally looked at the messy house and rubbed his eyebrows.
"Why should I do this?"
"So, can you please invite us in?" The police detective pointed inside, "It is easier for us to protect ourselves at a closer distance."
How do I know!
"Why hide?"
"I'm not asking you this." Jameson gradually took longer steps, "Do you feel spiritual excitement in him?"
Sighing, Jameson shook his head at the woman, and then said to Colin: "My colleague is a little anxious. She means no harm, but this may make you more suspicious of us. We can't take you to the police station for the time being.
The reason is complicated, but it is definitely not because our identities are false. If you are worried, we can guard outside first. Although it is easy to alert the snake, our purpose is to ensure your safety."
Colin and Devlin looked at each other at the same time, both with doubts on their faces. However, Devlin was a little surprised, but Colin felt a sudden feeling in his heart and felt a little uneasy.
Of course Colin could not open the door, but the person outside would not give up, so he calmed down, turned the door handle, opened the door, and blocked the door.
"But..." After hesitating, Devlin said uncertainly: "He is obviously hiding something."
"Um?"
Then, extremely hungry, he took a step forward.
Is this still a minor symptom?
"Are you sure that man's left wrist was cut with a knife?" he asked again.
"Mr. Varlan, I'm very sorry, we have to leave for a while."
What's the meaning?
Suddenly, clips from those police movies popped up in Colin's mind. The protagonists in them would always have their guns confiscated for various reasons, suspended from their jobs with pay, and then go into the tiger's den alone to investigate on their own.
"He really just left."
The knocking on the door was very urgent, like a drum beating.
Colin's heart was full of questions. Is this a question to ask when it's time to leave?
"No!" The red-haired woman looked anxious again, her tone was urgent.
The detective said: "Yes, he died. His left wrist was cut with a knife and he also consumed an overdose of toxic substances."
"No need to answer immediately." Jameson took the hat from Devlin's hand, put it on again, and turned to leave, "But I hope you can recall the details of that time."
"Yes! We can protect you!" The red-haired lady finally spoke, her voice was clear and confident.
"There's really no sense of ceremony."
"It has not been found out yet. There is no interaction between Colin Varland and the deceased."
Beside, Colin and the red-haired woman stared at each other.
It was already dark, the street lights were on, and people were coming and going.
Then, the two people fell silent again.
"The premise is that you can survive this disaster? Huh?"
"Are you going to fight next to him? Since Robin found the trace, it must be the murderer himself, and the bureau really doesn't have enough manpower." At this point, Jameson showed a smile, "Don't worry, I choose
If we find a place close to here, we will protect the person involved."
"Don't think too much about it, I just want to ask. You know, the Ruther neighborhood was originally the old factory area of Bursonburg. If the authorities hadn't suddenly integrated the central region and moved away all the smoking factories,
There is no place for people to live here. Even now, if you drink the water here for a long time, you will feel uncomfortable. Don't be afraid, it is not fatal, it will only cause some minor symptoms, such as chest pain, repeated fever, mental stress, and auditory and visual hallucinations.
, of course there are also hair loss, red and swollen skin, infertility..."
I quickly caught up with him, but when I reached the stairs, I couldn't see anyone at all.
At this time, Jameson put down the phone and walked over.
"Captain, you are still very clever. When we left, he almost dragged us into the house!" Devlin couldn't help laughing after coming down from the eight-story red brick apartment building, "He should be allowed to
You are on tenterhooks! How dare you doubt us! Even though we have good intentions, we temporarily put aside the search mission and got involved in this murder case in the satellite city!"
Another hour.
In the room, Colin had already taken care of the sheets, and found several bank cards and more than a hundred change under the pillow. He sat in the room and thought about countermeasures, but after more than two hours, his stomach was already growling with hunger.
Already.
The woman looked at Jameson and covered her face.
Buzz!
Suddenly, there was a buzzing in Colin's head!
There seemed to be a voice whispering in his head, more like something calling him, making him stagger and walk crookedly.
"Sorry." Jameson took out a candy bar function phone that looked like a Noah N73 from his arms, walked to the side with a normal expression, and pressed the answer button.
"I'm Detective Jameson from Ruther Street Police Station, Jameson Muller. You can call 117 at any time for verification. Because it involves a homicide case, we don't wear police uniforms to prevent alerting others. I hope you can stay calm, too.
Just treat it like two friends coming to visit."
Noticing the change in Colin's expression, he added: "Don't worry, although there are only two of us here, you can trust our professional abilities."
Colin knew he couldn't delay, so he straightened his clothes, walked to the door, and peeked out of the peephole: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but how do you prove that you are a police officer?"
"You said... he had a knife cut on his left wrist? Did he die because of this?" Colin tried to stay calm, but his voice was still trembling.
"I can't just stop going out from now on, right? Let's do this. I'll go downstairs and look for a store or convenience store nearby. I'll buy it and come back." After making up his mind, he grabbed a handful of change and
Picking up the key, he turned back when he was going out, plugged his phone into the charger, then opened the door and walked down the stairs.
"The deceased was found in an alley on that street... I only look for shops with lots of people and don't go to dark corners. There should be no problem."
The man glanced at him and nodded. When he saw the scene in the room, he frowned.
Because he felt a little embarrassed, Colin took the initiative and said: "Hello, what do you call me?"
"Okay!" Devlin responded like a conditioned reflex. At first she was eager to give it a try, then she came back to her senses and said in astonishment: "Two places? Then we can't leave. At least one of us should stay here."
Outside the door is a man wearing a black windbreaker, a hat, and a scarf. He has blue-grey eyes, a Chinese character face, a mustache, and is holding a cigarette. Next to him is a woman, who is facing away from him.
The door looked around.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Moran."
Not far from here? Are you really spying on me?
Colin became even more uneasy: "If that's the case, why..."
boom!
Devlin kicked suddenly, a faint light flashed under her feet, and her whole body shot out like a cannonball, leaping across three to four hundred meters, and disappeared after a few ups and downs.
"No, I'm very healthy!"
"I woke up in the morning and planned to clean up the room, but I felt sleepy only halfway through and fell asleep. Is there any problem?" When Colin spoke, he looked at the woman behind the man.
"?"
"Has anyone come here to look for things?"
Is the death of the predecessor related to this?
Detective Jameson said: "Yes, the man lying in the alley yesterday was already dead when you found him."
"good!"
The red-haired woman was stunned, showing a little anxiety. But the man in the hat was very calm. He raised his hand to stop the woman who wanted to speak, stretched out his right hand, and held Colin's right hand together.
"not good!"
By the time he came to his senses, Jameson and Devlin had already walked away.
"Except me."
She is not tall, her red hair is cut very short, and she looks very capable. She wears black-rimmed glasses and a black suit, with her shoulders padded very high, but because she is very thin, her clothes are empty.
A few minutes later, Colin stood in front of the closed glass door of the shop along the street, looking at the note with the transfer written on it, and fell into deep thought.
"The specific cause of death is still under investigation, but there is no doubt that it was homicide." Detective Jameson's expression was very serious. "You have been close to the crime scene. We are worried that the murderer has discovered you. This time, in addition to asking who you are, we are here."
It’s a problem, and I need to protect you.”
But soon, Colin shook his head, threw away his distracting thoughts, and looked towards the street in the distance.
"Yes."
"Wait a minute," Jameson raised his hand and put down his hat, and his legs in tight-fitting trousers swung faster, "What do you think of Mr. Varlan?"
Colin breathed a sigh of relief and became calmer.
"Then..." Devlin's green eyes widened, "The murderer was really discovered?"
Noticing that the light in the peephole dimmed, the man took out his ID from his arms and flashed it at the peephole: "If I really want to trick you into opening the door, there are many better reasons than the police, so please open the door."
"Ah?" Devlin was also a little confused, "Aren't you trying to scare him on purpose and then stand guard next to him?"
"By the way," Jameson stopped suddenly before he could speak. He turned his head and stared at Colin with his blue-gray eyes, "Mr. Varlan, how are you doing recently?"
"The captain is really reliable! I was too worried! I'm leaving now!" Devlin was eager to try again.
But what Detective Jameson said next sent a chill down his back, and all his thoughts were thrown out of the sky.
Another voice came from outside the door——
"No." Devlin ran faster, "Captain, didn't you ask about his health? He doesn't show any signs of spiritual awakening. Besides, can his changes escape your eyes?"
Headache.
When he was about to walk out of the entrance hall, Colin paused slightly.
Hungry, Colin's eyes swept across the room. It was obvious that the room was small. Finally, he opened the refrigerator and found nothing but cold air and a few cartons of milk.
"Yes, except for you, why did you go to that alley then?"
Colin held his stomach.
Alas! It’s not easy for ordinary people in any world!
He hesitated for a moment, but in the end caution prevailed, and he turned around and walked back towards the apartment building.
"Well!" Covering his head, Colin stopped and leaned against the wall. He felt a little better. Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly walked into the narrow alley under the window sill, and then he looked forward.
Suddenly solidified——
A dilapidated trash can was dumped on the side of the road. A man in a windbreaker fell to the ground, his back facing the sky. There was a bright red blood mark on his left wrist, which seemed to be bleeding.
The blue-grey eyes were wide, empty, and lifeless.