Chapter 64 The murderer is me
The cell was even darker, with no lights and no skylights. The small room only had an unpaved stone bed and a corner for storage. Bucket of dirt.
The conditions are probably even worse than the prison cells in the government office.
Same, is humanitarianism still needed to deal with strange things?
Moreover, it can be seen that the Wen family has indeed given up on Miss Wen. From the beginning to the end, only a little maid still cares about her.
It's just that if this continues, Miss Wen may starve and freeze to death in this cell before she can go to the North.
Liu Sheng sighed softly.
Then he softly shouted to the huddled figure inside: "Miss Wen."
But the figure did not move at all.
“Do you remember me?”
"The person who helped you refine weapons?"
Hearing this sentence, Miss Wen moved slightly.
Liu Sheng continued to mind her own business and said: "Do you have a maid named Cuicui? She is small and has a face like a melon seed. She asked me to bring you food."
Miss Wen Then she slowly raised her head. Her already exhausted face became more haggard and pale, and her eyes were reddish: "Cui Cui, how is she?"
"Cui Cui is very sad." Liu Sheng simply said this.
Miss Wen's face turned even paler and she murmured to herself: "Of course she will be sad. I must have disappointed her, and may even hurt her... Her situation in the Wen family has already become difficult because of me... "
"So, did you kill Miss Lu?" Liu Sheng's question was straightforward.
When Miss Wen remembered this, she looked in pain, covered her head with her hands, and lowered her head again, as if she didn't want to face it: "I don't know! I really don't know!"
"Why don't you know?"
"I...I always seem to be having a long, long dream. When I wake up, I don't know where I am or what I am doing. I always have a knife in my hand!”
"That day at White Crane Tower, I woke up and found a knife in my hand, and Lu Er had fallen from the building."
"So, I killed him."
Miss Wen He raised his head and smiled bitterly: "How is it, are you satisfied?"
"Aren't you all looking forward to seeing a story like this? As everyone wishes, from a proud man to a A waste who has lost all his cultivation has become a murderer and a strange creature..."
"My life, Wen Weilan, can be considered colorful."
Miss Wen laughed softly, laughing continuously, as if she was crazy.
Liu Sheng shook his head and said, "No, you are wrong."
"What's wrong with me?" Miss Wen looked over with scarlet eyes.
"You are not a monster."
Liu Sheng said this calmly, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing waves in Miss Wen's heart.
"Miss Liu, there is no need to comfort me, now everyone says I am."
But Miss Wen also knew that something was wrong with her, so she only regarded these words as words of comfort.
Liu Sheng frowned: "I don't need to comfort you, the facts are the facts."
"I used to be the treasurer in the warehouse of the Weaving Institute. I have been exposed to many weird things, theories and They have a lot of experience, and I also have a high-precision gas detector."
Liu Sheng carefully listed out the arguments to prove his point of view.
Well, the small tentacle should be regarded as a kind of strange energy detector.
“So, if others don’t know you are not a monster, can I still be unclear?”
“Really?” After hearing this, Miss Wen’s eyes, which had been dark for a long time, lit up. . Liu Sheng nodded affirmatively and said: "I don't have to lie to you."
"I only know that since there is a mistake, it should be corrected."
Miss Wen couldn't help but be moved when she looked at Liu Sheng's clear and sincere eyes.
She never thought that she, now reviled and despised by the world, would hear such words from a woman she had only met twice and could not even be called a friend.
Her ambition since she was a child is to destroy all the monsters in the world. When she grows up, she will hunt monsters. She has killed countless monsters, but she never thought that one day she would be accused of being a monster, and she There is no way to deny this identification.
In despair, she also thought that it would be better to just die than to die with the reputation of being a monster, which might lead to the death of others again.
But now, one person firmly says that is not the case.
Perhaps, this is her only hope now.
Miss Wen breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, brushed off the dust on her body with her sleeves, and slowly walked towards the iron gate.
She faced Liu Sheng, bowed her hands deeply, and asked: "Miss Liu, you came to me to talk so much, I'm afraid you already have a charter in your heart, and you also asked me, what should I... do? Do it?”
“Miss Wen, please eat something first to regain your strength.” Liu Sheng also knew that Miss Wen was probably hungry, so she didn’t say anything else for now.
Miss Wen was indeed hungry. She sat obediently on the cold and wet ground by the door. While opening the food box, she said casually: "Miss Liu, please don't call me Miss Wen. I am still a bigot now. Miss, my name is Weilan, just call me by my name.”
Liu Sheng responded: "Okay, Wei Lan."
The food box has two layers. The upper layer contains three exquisite dishes, namely sweet and sour pork ribs, fried pork with shredded bamboo shoots and stir-fried vegetables. The lower layer It's a big bowl of rice and a well-sealed cup of chicken stew.
The dishes are rich and clearly prepared with care. However, after a long delay, they have cooled down and a layer of fat has condensed on them.
It’s just that Wen Weilan can’t care about so much now. He’s been hungry all day, and it’s extremely cold here, so he needs to eat to replenish his strength.
Finally, she put aside her prim and proper attitude and started eating hungrily.
Liu Sheng waited patiently and saw that Wen Weilan had almost finished eating before he asked, "Can you tell me now, when did you start feeling something was wrong?"
Wen Weilan finished his drink. The last sip of chicken soup finally warmed my body.
She put the bowl down and pondered for a while, trying to remember.
However, her memory these days has become intermittent, and she cannot distinguish the boundaries.
Seeing that she was a little embarrassed, Liu Sheng changed the question: "Why don't you tell me about your dream first?"
Her dream?
Wen Weilan can answer this question, because her dreams always repeat themselves.
So she slowly said: "Have you ever heard the story of 'Don't look back'?"
Liu Sheng nodded and said: "Of course, it seems that there are such stories in villages and countryside. It is said that when a person is walking alone at night, he must not look back because his body is There are three yang fires on it, and they will try their best to lure people back. As long as they turn back, the fire will be extinguished, and if they turn back three times, their lives will be gone.” Strange killings don’t seem to follow such rules.”
Wen Weilan smiled bitterly and said: "In my dreams, I always walk on an endless dirt road at night."
"Yes, it started about a month ago, because it was me On the anniversary of my grandmother's death, I was too tired after a long day of work, so I fell asleep in the ancestral hall." Wen Weilan tried to remember, and his thoughts were a little confused.
“Then I dreamed.”
“At first, I was just walking aimlessly.”
“Until one day, in the dream, my back There’s something extra.”
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