White City Murder Expo

It felt better in the interrogation room than in the morgue, but it only lasted for a brief moment, and I soon felt bad again.There was a light shining directly on me, I asked if I could turn it away, the inspector sneered, took out a pen from the pen holder, and turned to a new page in the book in front of him; Is this the same treatment?He looked up at me and I stopped talking.

"If there are no doubts, we will start. Everything you say will be recorded, but," he paused meaningfully, "just ordinary questions."

It started out with really mundane questions.Back when Petra had just disappeared, similar conversations had rolled over, your name, your son's name, age; when did your wife disappear?My ex-wife, correct me, we were already divorced when she left.Excuse me, what does this have to do with this case?

My impression of the police is a profession that can legally offend people.The hands of the clock are beating one by one, and the question and answer conversation is still going on. When was the last time you saw that girl, and what did you say?Describe your dinner to me. What was the weather like that night?

Suddenly there was a pause in the middle of the conversation, and it went back to the beginning, and some questions were repeated three or four times, and I couldn't quite figure it out, as if it had been talking about irrelevant weather.The lamp was still shining on me, almost baked, sweat dripped from my forehead, and there was a weird smell of damp fur in the semi-enclosed small room, like an animal, I had to try to control it many times Please don't pick up your collar and smell it to make sure that this strange smell is not from me.My hands were clasped in my knees, my fingers were tightly clasped and then loosened, leaving a deep half-moon-shaped pinch mark on the jaw of my right hand, and my toes moved around in the shoe.

"...I said that it was a long time ago, and I can't remember it as clearly as yesterday." When he questioned my description of something slightly different before and after, I spoke in an unprecedented volume Big, "It's been two weeks since she disappeared. After such a long time, can you immediately tell me how many meals you ate during this time?"

The inspector scribbled on the paper without saying a word, then stopped writing, looked up into my eyes, expressionless, but I seemed to see a suppressed smile from the corner of his tight mouth.

silence.A bead of sweat slowly slid down from the forehead and seeped into the hair on the temples.Above my head, the clock's hands clicked and jumped clearly, and I didn't know what time it was.

silence.I thought back to what I said just now, but it was very confusing, all of which were fragments of useless information, rainy days, those dinner foods, what else?

"Suey Seides," he began, slurring each word, "when and where was the last time you saw her?"

"..."

"When and where was the last time you saw her?"

"At...my house, she came with Butcher and we had dinner together."

"When?"

"..."

"Need I repeat that?"

"... At night, around 7 o'clock."

It's not my illusion, he's really smiling.He pointed to the top of my head, where the clock hung: "It's not this time."

He pushed away the chair, stood up, and came to me.I don't know when he was so close to me.He put his hand on the back of my head, pulled my hair, forced me to look up, and I saw my distorted, small reflection in his brown eyes.

"Let go of me," I said.My voice became as quiet as usual again.

"Shh, Sue Seides, it's an important thing to remember."

"As I said, I haven't seen her for a long time."

"A long time?" He let go of me, turned around and picked up the notebook from the table, looked through it pretendingly, and then said, "'She's been missing for two weeks' that's what you said just now."

"... yes," I said, and it came out of my mouth by itself, and there was no denying it.But I quickly added, "I mean, there are missing persons notices in the newspapers."

"How do you determine the time?"

"I'm not sure," I said, "you're playing around."

He looked at me silently, opened the window on his own, and lit a cigarette.The sky outside was gray, and it probably didn't even arrive at noon. Butcher was still at school. I wonder if he could go back before school was over?I sat anxiously.I didn't have time to drink coffee today, and I didn't drink alcohol when I got up in the morning. I feel more and more tired, my head is groggy, and an untimely sleepiness hits me.

The inspector seemed to have forgotten me. He finished smoking a cigarette by himself, and before I could react, he opened the door and went out. Let’s go, I just followed behind him in a daze like this, and he led me into a very small square grid room with a very tall and small window and welded iron railings.I felt a little bad, turned around and was about to ask, but he was already outside the door, closing the iron door in front of me, I rushed to twist the doorknob, but the door was already locked, I heard a tinkle The voice faded away, and even through the door, one could still imagine the young man hooking the key on his index finger and shuffling away.I leaned against the door, slammed the iron door hard, and slowly slid and sat on the ground.

How did things turn out like this?

I sat on the ground for a while, and saw a black beetle crawling towards me, I stretched out my hand cautiously, it poked its head lightly, and then obediently climbed onto my palm, its feet It was itchy while crawling in the palm of my hand. I used the index finger of the other hand to turn it belly up. It struggled in panic for a while, then suddenly stopped moving and started to play dead.Sometimes bugs behave like humans in clever ways.

I got up from the ground, pinched it gently, put it on the wall, and pushed it to climb to the small window.It got on the window sill, hovered there, poked its head out from time to time, and disappeared after a while, maybe it crawled out.

Sitting on the only small bed in the room, I thought for a moment whether I should smash the door again, shout twice, etc., but quickly dismissed the idea.Although I don't know what happened, no matter how hard I struggle, it won't help. It's impossible for people to touch the iron gate.

I lay down, confused, but not terribly frightened, even a broken-hearted relief, and I fell asleep in this awful little bed.

**

I don't know how long I slept. I felt a shadow in front of my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I saw the inspector standing by the window, condescending, looking at me with a half-smile. "You slept well," he said.

I sat up and laughed dryly: "When I was young, I was detained for getting drunk and making trouble."

"Do you know why I can keep you here?"

silence.

"We found ruts on the dirt road outside the woods, not many people have cars in this area."

"You know that the pharmaceutical factory is just around the woods. It's normal for me to pass there. Don't try to pour dirty water on me."

"Did you?" said he, "we found footprints in the woods, too."

"What kind of footprints?"

It was his turn to be silent.

I breathed a sigh of relief.They probably don't actually have any valid evidence, and they're trying to scam me.

"Come on," I said, "you just don't like me, and you want to take advantage of me."

"I do have the power to lock you up for a period of time," he said, "for the purposes of the investigation."

"I want a lawyer," I said.

He laughed like he heard some joke, "If you want everyone to know that you were arrested as a suspect, you go ahead and call a fucking lawyer so that you can hide behind your back and cry, said he, "you go to Chicago and find a good lawyer!"

damn it!I couldn't stand this idiot anymore, I stood up abruptly and shoved him with all my strength, he fell to the ground with a bone crack.I gasped, rubbed my nose, and almost immediately regretted doing so.If you are on the street, you can barely turn your head and walk away. What is it to beat a policeman in a police station?

Reluctantly, I stretched out my hand to him, trying to pull him up, but the inspector took a look at me, held my hand, and squeezed it tightly, like two soldiers who disliked each other in the barracks competing under the table , I also secretly worked hard, clenching my teeth so as not to cry out in pain.

He stood up with my hand, pulled me over suddenly, and then punched me in the stomach.Unprepared, I retched, tears welled up in an instant, my whole body shook, let go of his hand, and my body kept sliding down until I fell to my knees.My back was covered in cold sweat, my stomach convulsed violently, and my breathing was shallow and rapid, as if choking.

There was a rustling sound beside me, and the inspector paced up and down around me, saying coolly: "Why are you crying, Mr. Sedders." The old leather shoes walked back and forth, and finally came back to me. Within blurred and shaking vision.Standing in front of me, he suddenly asked, "Are you the kind of pervert who likes men?"

I wiped my mouth and raised my head: "What's the matter with you?"

He raised my chin and asked me to look at him, and suddenly without warning, he slapped me with the back of his hand. My face was turned to one side, and I watched him unzip my pants in a daze and disbelief.

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Hmm... Not to mention "in this place", few people own a car in this era... But I'm already very proficient at falsifying history.

Suy was bullied again!So pitiful.