God does not love the world [unlimited]

Shi Yu knew this happened after the sun went down that day.

After returning home, he took a shower, rolled himself into the bed, and slept until night. After waking up, he stared in a daze for a few minutes at the star and neon scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Get yourself out of bed.

It was still early before clocking in for work, so Shi Yu went to the kitchen in her pajamas, opened the refrigerator, took out the last carton of milk, and poked open the aluminum foil with a straw.

The milk taste is very rich, but not sweet, and the coolness flows down the throat and flows into the stomach.

He closed his eyes and looked at the sky outside. After all, he didn't order any more takeaways. He drank the milk one gulp, threw the empty box into the garbage bag, and went to change his clothes.

At 23:[-] in the evening, Shi Yu put on her coat, locked the door behind her, and went down from the [-]rd floor to the first floor.

As the handover time approaches, the people in charge of the time period from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. have already started chatting about what to eat after get off work.

Hearing someone push the door, Zhong Shou on duty hurriedly pressed the pause button of the TV series, looked back to see the person coming, and paused.

Shi Yu sat down on the empty seat.

Zhong Shou put his phone down on the table, his panic expression subsided, and he shifted his back: "Do you know that something happened to Lao Zhang?"

Shi Yu didn't bring a pen and paper this time, but just took a C programming tutorial that I don't remember when I bought it at a discount. Hearing this, he nodded to show that he knew, and then opened the book.

Zhong Shou turned sideways: "Then when everyone organized a group to visit in the morning, why didn't you go?"

Shi Yu listened: "Why should I go?"

Zhong Shou didn't seem to expect such an answer from him, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Why?"

"Almost all the people who got off work this morning went, and there were only a few who couldn't get out of work because of other things, so you specialize?"

"He almost issued a notice of critical illness after such a big accident in the hospital. After all, you have known him for so long, and even going to visit him is too troublesome? Did you just fall asleep as soon as you went back? Do you still feel like going to see him? An old man dirty your eyes?"

"Uncle Zhang, how come you don't know about you? Who offered to take you when no one wanted to be with you when you first came? Who helped you take your leave after the car accident for so long? Every time you fell asleep in the duty room, who would cover for you and the person who followed in told you to keep your voice down so as not to disturb you? Is that how you repay him?"

A sentence is heavier than a sentence, and a sentence is more aggressive than a sentence.

The other person who was on duty with Zhong Shou was sitting in front of the monitor and eating melon seeds, but he frowned when he heard this: "Xiao Zhong."

Shi Yu waited quietly for him to finish speaking, her voice was emotionless: "I have no obligation to visit."

Zhong Shou laughed out loud: "Ha, you are amazing, Uncle Zhang likes you so much and treats you so well, and now you can take it for granted that you don't want to go if something happens, so is it possible that someday your mother will die in front of you? A tear? Why didn't that car kill you when you were so awesome?"

"Little clock!"

"Jingle Bell--"

The alarm clock that had been adjusted just rang, and the melon seed eater threw the melon seed shell, pulled him up from the chair, and pushed him out of the duty room: "Okay, okay, I'm off work, hurry up and clock in, and I can still catch up with supper .”

After finally getting clean, the melon seed eater turned back again, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face: "Don't worry about what he said just now, that brat has been talking cheap all the time."

Shi Yu shook her head.

The melon seed eater muttered a few more words like "Zhong Shou is a one-brained and young man, so don't argue with him", and then left with his belongings.

Shi Yu replaced them and sat in front of the computer, watched the monitoring for a while, then took out his mobile phone, and opened the group chat with a small red dot in the upper right corner with Do Not Disturb turned on.

Lao Zhang is a kind man. He has worked as a doorman for nearly 20 years. When he divorced his wife when he was young, he never remarried and had no children. He has always been kind and talkative to the people around him. Painful to the point of petting.

As for the person he classified as his favorite, Shi Yu counts as one, and Zhong Shou counts as one.

To be precise, it was Zhong Shou who was taken care of by Lao Zhang at the beginning, until Shi Yu joined this line half a year ago when everyone unexpectedly joined him, but when everyone subconsciously resisted and alienated him because of the gossip about him, he did not care about it. Without hesitation, he asked the foreman to change groups, and he and Shi Yu became the same group.

No one thought there was anything wrong, after all, if Lao Zhang's son was still around, he would be about the same age as him now, and he loves the house and crows.

Shi Yu clicked on the group chat and scrolled up.

"Brother Shu, have you been to the hospital? What happened to Lao Zhang? What did the doctor say?"

"Cerebral Arterial Pseudocavernous Sinus Syndrome."

"...Brother Shu, please be considerate of our group of illiterate high school dropouts."

"Simply put, it's a cerebrovascular disease, and I passed out only after the onset."

"It's possible that you didn't see what's wrong with Lao Zhang at all before? Why did you suddenly get sick?"

"The doctor said that the causes of brain diseases are very complicated. There are many reasons, and it is not clear for the time being. Lao Zhang is not awake yet, and we were kicked out without seeing him. He said that it is not convenient for so many people to visit now. But his wife has already gone to take care of him, in short, wait until he gets better."

"Oh……"

In addition to this, there is another thing that is frequently mentioned by everyone: after the doorman Lao Zhang passed out in the grass outside the Lanwan community inexplicably last night, another resident is in a fresh food store not far from the community today. He suddenly fell to the ground and was seen by people who happened to be on the scene at the time.

Because it was an old man who had the accident, and at that age, even if he didn't have the usual big and small problems of people of this age group, his body and bones were not as good as that of young people, so it was quite normal for something to happen suddenly.Therefore, the mention of the matter of the old man in the fresh food store was just a routine gossip, and no one took it to heart.

Instead, a photo flashed before my eyes as I was sliding down.

Shi Yu rested her fingertips on the screen, clicked on it, and zoomed in.

The background of the photo is the fresh food store where the old lady in the gossip is, and next to her is a little girl who looks like three or four years old. With her head down, she can only see her back. With a pink rubber band.

Shi Yu looked at the photo, and after two or three seconds, slowly lowered her eyelashes.

Because Lao Zhang was hospitalized and couldn't come over, Shi Yu was the only person in the duty room that night.

He occasionally watches the monitor and presses the gate button, and spends the rest of his time flipping through the programming book. He waits for the whole process without any disturbances until the sky is dark, puts away his things, and nods to the guard who comes to change shifts to say hello, and then Out of the duty room.

It was broad daylight outside.

The fat boss was pulling the lasagna out of the pot with the slippery net. He looked up and saw the passers-by, and hurriedly shouted, "Brother! Do you want to come in for breakfast?"

Shi Yu didn't seem to hear, just passing the shop door, but was stopped by someone stretching out his hand.

The fat boss saw his face and was stunned for a moment: "Just got off work? Do you want a bowl of noodles? It just so happened that you paid too much that night, so I'll treat you to eat."

The other party didn't respond, and he didn't ask any more questions. He directly pulled the person in and pressed him on an empty seat.

Shi Yu sat on the chair for half a minute, slowly regaining consciousness, and then felt the abnormal chills in his body.

One day and one night from yesterday to now, he only drank one carton of milk.Originally, I remembered that it was the last box and wanted to go to the shopping plaza outside the community to buy a new one, but as soon as I walked out of Lanwan, all my internal organs protested together, and I don't remember clearly what happened after that.

Looking at it now, it is estimated that he happened to meet the shop owner when he was in a daze.

"Face is coming."

The fat boss put the porcelain bowl on the table: "Come, try our home craftsmanship."

Shi Yu was stunned for two seconds before raising his hand to take the chopsticks.

The steaming white air engulfed his brows and eyes, and the temperature of the food burned into his heart.He swallowed slowly and said softly, "Thank you."

The fat boss said "Hi": "What's the matter, look at your complexion, don't you not eat anything all night?"

Shi Yu didn't make a sound, and ate the noodles quietly.

The fat boss was still worried about him, seeing that he didn't want to chat and didn't force him to find a topic, just at this time the lady boss came to take over the job of looking after the store during the day, and took off the apron directly.

Shi Yu swallowed the last bite, put down the bowl, left the store, and went to the shopping plaza opposite Lanwan Community.

The milk box was too heavy, so Shi Yu ordered home delivery service.

The front foot just arrived at home, and the back foot hadn't been put into the door frame. In the next second, seven or eight people sprang out from the surrounding corners, the stairs of the safe passage, and the huge potted decorations.

One of them stepped forward and pulled him back violently, putting his feet against the door.

Shi Yu slammed his back against the wall, looked up at the person who made the move, and then at other people around him.

Then, the leader took out his ID from his pocket: "I am Jing Shen, the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. We now suspect that you are related to a vicious case. Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation."

■

Half an hour later, Shi Yu sat in the interrogation room for the second time.

The difference is that the interrogator in front of him is a different person: "Are you the guard of Lanwan Community?"

Shi Yu said, "Yes."

"Why do you want to be a doorman?" Jing Shen's psychological quality is more than a little bit better than that of Xiao Wang before, "Do you want to experience life?"

Shi Yu said, "Make money."

Depth of field is not in the pose of questioning the suspect, he casually leans against the iron table: "Are you short of money?"

Shi Yu's face was flat: "The two should not conflict."

The other party didn't hide, and the depth of field naturally wouldn't dodge either, so he just looked directly into the other party's eyes: "Tianshui Lanwan is a well-known high-end community, and the price per square meter is tens of thousands of dollars, up to six figures. Where do you live?" The 23rd floor is a single-family house, and the balcony is the widest in the entire building, and the monthly property fee can be equivalent to a month’s food expenses for us civil servants."

"You are the latest among the guards in the Shuilan Bay community today. You were only assigned to be on duty half a year ago, and you had a car accident just a month ago. The management granted you paid sick leave, but you were discharged from the hospital a week after the accident. I went back to my post directly, but I didn’t even do a review for a whole month.”

Depth of Field pressed the spring button at the end of the pen, the pen tip stretched out and then retracted, with a clacking sound: "For making money?"

He chewed the word and smiled slightly: "Mr. Shi, tell me again, why do you have to be a guard?"

The air was quiet for a second or two.

Shi Yu said, "Experience life."

Depth of field: "You just said no."

Shi Yu: "I say the two don't conflict."

Jing Shen stared at him for a moment, and skipped the topic for the time being: "At three o'clock in the morning on the [-]th, you answered the phone and left the duty room directly. What are you going to do?"

"Tackling noise pollution."

"Did you pay attention to the surrounding rings when you went all the way to the food stall?"

When Shi Yu heard this, he understood something: "No."

"Did you see anything unusual?"

"No."

Depth of Field put down his hand, and tapped his pen on the table: "Then do you know that your colleague was lying in the bushes on the side of the road from you to the food stall from Tianshui Lanwan, and you can see it as long as you tilt your head?"

Shi Yu showed no expression: "I don't know."

Jing Shen thought, this might be the calmest suspect he has ever interrogated.

Shi Yu asked, "Is he dead?"

"You do not know?"

"The news I heard about him was that he was ill, not injured. The police's business should not have expanded to find the causative factor of a patient's sudden onset."

Shi Yu looked at him and said plainly: "I have always wondered. This was an ordinary accident. Why did the police care so much about it? Because his sudden illness was involved in the murder of money? Because his illness was fake. Is it true that someone assassinated him? Or is it because his case is a cover and there are other secrets underneath that are the cases that you really care about or need to investigate?"

"If it's the first type, you should go to the hospital and watch him until he wakes up and ask him directly; if it's the second type, you should find out why the hospital lied to the person visiting him that it was an emergency; if it's the third type , you should investigate from the hidden incident itself."

Jing Shen has been in the industry for so many years, and his real name said that he really, really hates this type of suspect.

It is easy to be led by the nose if you are not careful.

Exhausted of his patience, he went straight to the point: "Did Zhang Gaoli be harmed by you?"

"No."

"You said you didn't leave that night after he left until you chose to go out to persuade the hooligans outside the community?"

"Yes."

"Is there any evidence?"

Shi Yu was silent for a while: "I have answered the phone four times during this period."

Depth of Field frowned.

Shi Yu went on to say, "I even ran into security guards patrolling the neighborhood."

Depth of field taps the penholder tightly.

"If I really want to harm someone, and I choose to commit the crime during this time period, if anyone makes a phone call or a security guard comes over, the fact that I am not in the duty room will be exposed in an instant. If I go out after answering the fifth call, I will do it. , the victim should obviously solve the noise issue, and should return to work after the resolution, why did he wait in the green belt? Waiting for others to harm him?" Shi Yu said, "You should not suspect me when you suspect anyone. .”

Jing Shen frowned deeply.

Shi Yu asked for the third time, "Is he dead?"

After a few seconds.

"Alive."

"No one was killed, no guns or drugs were involved, so why did your city's Public Security Bureau insist on this matter?"

■

Outside the interrogation room, Xiao Wang and Li Yuanbao turned around together.

Xiao Wang sat cross-legged on the chair: "I don't understand either. Isn't this just an accident? Why do the higher-ups always insist on this matter? Could it be that you have seen an old man who had a heart attack and called the police specially?" In the past? Did the police know how to see a doctor or perform an operation? Why did the boss from above insist that there was such a murderer?"

Li Yuanbao shook his head: "I don't know."

Xiao Wang's thoughts began to diverge: "Could it be that the person surnamed Zhang got sick because someone prescribed medicine?"

Li Yuanbao shook his head again: "I don't know."

Xiao Wang's thoughts continued to diverge: "Or in fact, the suspect inside offended someone, so he deliberately used this to punish him?"

Li Yuanbao still shook his head: "I don't know."

Xiao Wang's thoughts could no longer stop the car: "Or is it that there is no disease at all, so you want to seek money and kill? Is this actually a supernatural event?"

Li Yuanbao, who had accepted materialism since childhood, twitched his lips.

Xiao Wang, a classmate who loved Strange Stories from a Liaozhai Studio since he was a child, was thinking farther and farther, and the eight horses couldn't pull back: "It's still witchcraft, voodoo, curse, ghost refining... ouch!"

Depth of Field was holding a blue folder in his hand. He heard this nonsense just as he walked out of the interrogation room, and he kicked him on the ass without any ambiguity: "Stop talking nonsense."

"I just don't understand, why do we always hold on to him?"

Xiao Wang really doesn't understand: "He went to work, took care of a group of hooligans, and reported to the police, but somehow became a suspect in a vicious case, somehow he was locked up in the police station and couldn't leave, the most inexplicable thing is that he asked you You didn't want to tell him what happened to you..."

He looked at the other party's increasingly gloomy face, and finally remembered that the other party was also a big boss with an unknown number of teams, and his status was more than one level higher than that of a low-level policeman in a grassroots police station, so his voice quieted down: " ...and didn't tell us anything."

Jing Shen looked at him for a while, then suddenly opened the blue folder in his hand, took out something from it, and threw it into his arms.

Xiao Wang picked it up in a hurry, flustered, afraid that the other party would write his name on the small memorandum book, and the next second he would hear the other party say: "Look for yourself."

Jingshen put down these words, closed the folder, turned and left: "Remember to go to the conference room and wait after reading."

Xiao Wang watched him go away, lowered his head, and saw the bold and bold characters on the top of the A4 paper at a glance:

"About the Special Investigation and Handling Team of the National Security Bureau Supernatural Incidents"

supernatural.

How did he say that?

——Or is it that there is no disease at all, what murder for money?Is this actually a supernatural event?It is still witchcraft, voodoo, incantation, and ghost refining.

Xiao Wang's mind went blank for two seconds.

Did he open his mouth?