"Your damn gentleness makes my heart burst into tears."
The familiar ringing of the bell woke up Zhang Tong, who was sleeping soundly. He looked up and saw that it was already pitch black outside the window.
Zhang Tong looked at his cell phone with a look of despair, until Zhang Tong saw that the name on the caller ID was Dong Wei, and he suddenly woke up.
"Dong Wei called? Did he encounter something strange over there?"
Such thoughts flashed through Zhang Tong's mind. He answered the phone immediately and said calmly: "Hello, Dong Wei? What's the matter?"
"Hello, hello, have you called this number three times today?" A stern male voice came from the other side of the phone.
This is not Dong Wei’s voice!
Zhang Tong suddenly felt something was wrong, adjusted his breath, and said calmly: "Yes, what's the matter? Where is Dong Wei?"
"What is your relationship with Dong Wei?" The stern voice on the other side did not answer Zhang Tong's question, but instead asked a bit aggressively.
"We are classmates, what happened to Dong Wei? Why is his mobile phone with you? Who are you?"
Zhang Tong drew inferences from one instance and answered the other party's question before asking his own question again.
"I'm a police officer."
"Dong Wei is dead."
The other party's tone seemed less severe, but it was still a bit serious:
"We checked Dong Wei's call records and found that you called him three times today, so we asked you about the situation."
Dong Wei is dead?!
Zhang Tong suddenly felt cold all over, and a kind of fear enveloped him.
Dong Wei died while he was sleeping?
Is the second target Dong Wei...
But...if its second target is myself, does that mean I was just killed in my sleep?
For a moment, Zhang Tong was more wary than ever about the extra seventh person!
This ghost is weirder than the ones I encountered before!
"What did you say to Dong Wei on the three phone calls? Did you find anything wrong?" The police's voice continued to come from the microphone.
call……
Zhang Tong took a deep breath and then replied: "We went to the KTV together last night. Today I found that my wallet was missing. I called Dong Wei to confirm the matter."
"Who can prove it? Did Dong Wei say anything special to you?" The policeman on the other side of the phone seemed a little reluctant.
However, Zhang Tong had already prepared his words, and it seemed natural to deal with them:
"Ah? How can I prove this... But I not only called Dong Wei, but also several classmates we went out with. If you don't believe me, you can ask them!"
"Okay, let's do this first."
"If you recall anything else, feel free to contact me at this number."
The policeman on the opposite side seemed to believe Zhang Tong's statement, and hung up the phone after a quick explanation.
It's like he is very busy now and doesn't have much time to waste with a young man who has just finished the college entrance examination.
"The second one is Dong Wei...I seem to know the order in which you kill people."
Zhang Tong whispered to himself while nonchalantly changing the ringtone on his cell phone.
The six people in the ktv last night were its targets. Zhang Tong determined this very early.
The only thing that troubled him and put him in a passive situation was that Zhang Tong couldn't figure out the order of its killings.
But with the death of Dong Wei, Zhang Tong has figured out this sequence.
"The first person to die was Zhang Dapeng, the second person to die was Dong Wei...then the third person should be Liu Xintong."
"If I guess correctly..."
After changing the incoming music that constantly challenged his nerves into chords, Zhang Tong threw the phone on the bedside, lit a cigarette, and his eyes flashed.
"It's not the order in which you enter, nor the order in which you request songs, nor the order in which you sing."
"But... the order of drinking!"
"Among the seven people, Zhang Dapeng is the most diplomatic."
"As soon as the waiter brought the wine, he took the initiative to fill it up for everyone, and then he treated Dong Wei to a drink."
"Calculated this way, Zhang Dapeng drank the first glass of wine, and Dong Wei drank the second glass."
"Then everyone from Dong Weijing... If I remember correctly, Liu Xintong was the third one to drink, and I was the fourth one. Whoever came first came after the other two. Because I raised my head to drink, I didn't notice.
"
Zhang Tong frowned and repeatedly checked in his mind whether there was anything wrong with his memory.
"It's not wrong. Of all the sequences I can recall, the only thing I can recall is drinking. Zhang Dapeng was the first, and Dong Wei was the second."
"So...its third target is Liu Xintong?"
I glanced at my phone subconsciously. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and it was almost nine o'clock.
This also means that the time interval between the murders of Zhang Dapeng and Dong Wei should be about twelve hours.
"No... the figure of twelve hours is just the first time it has appeared, and it cannot be regarded as a final conclusion."
"But no matter what, I am now 80% certain that the next person it will find should be Liu Xintong, and I... am the fourth one!"
Zhang Tong stood up suddenly, looked at the bright lights outside the window, picked up the phone without hesitation and dialed Liu Xintong's number.
"Hey, Zhang Tong, your wallet hasn't been found yet?"
As soon as the call was connected, Liu Xintong's girlish voice rang.
Hearing Liu Xintong's voice, Zhang Tong took a long breath. Liu Xintong was still fine, and he was most likely safe.
"Already found."
Zhang Tong casually opened the wallet. He was joking, even if he lost his life, he must not lose his wallet!
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tong changed the subject: "Liu Xintong, are your parents at home tonight?"
"Ah, I'm not here, what's wrong?"
Liu Xintong seemed to be busy with something and answered Zhang Tong's question casually.
Hearing the news that her parents were away, Zhang Tong felt relieved and said quickly:
"Where is your home? I'll go over to you in a minute. I have something important to discuss with you."
"Important things..."
Liu Xintong didn't know why, but she suddenly stopped talking, which made Zhang Tongqian anxious.
"Bah! You guys don't have any good ideas. You want to know where my home is? Just dream!"
Just when Zhang Tong was wondering, Liu Xintong suddenly said this and hung up the phone.
Zhang Tong blinked blankly, a little unresponsive:
"I really have something important to do, and I don't want to drive with you!"