Terror 602

Chapter 3

At seven o'clock in the morning, Su Yang was immersed in a sweet dream, and was suddenly awakened by the ringing of his cell phone. He grabbed the phone angrily and yelled "Hello". The other party was a man with a deep voice and clear pronunciation: "Excuse me, are you the owner of the phone?"

Su Yang was furious, "Is there any need to ask? I am not the owner, is my phone stolen?"

"Sorry, we are the Public Security Bureau. We suspect that you are related to a homicide case, and hope you can cooperate with the investigation."

"What did you say?" Su Yang's anger turned cold in an instant, and he sat up suddenly, "Murder case? Related to me? Are you mistaken?"

"Because we found a message sent to you in the deceased's mobile phone, we hope to understand your relationship with the deceased. If you don't mind, please tell us your address and we will send someone to visit you. Of course, if you like, you can also come directly to our office. Security Bureau, the address is..."

"Wait a minute, can you tell me who the deceased is? Where does she live?"

"Chen Lijuan, female, 21 years old, lives in a private house in Shangshe, Tianhe District."

"I don't know her."

"Sorry, whether you know her or not, we must interview you. This is our job responsibility. I hope you can cooperate."

"Oh..." Su Yang hesitated, "Then come over. I live in Building A, 604, Shangling Apartment, Shangshe."

"Okay, we'll be there in a while. Thank you for your cooperation with our work."

Su Yang put down his phone, feeling helpless. He wondered why a series of bad luck had happened to him. First, he was stood up twice, and now he was involved in a murder case for no reason. Oh my God, what bad luck did I get into? Why am I so unlucky?

Before he could think about it, there was a knock on the door. Su Yang was stunned for a moment: How could you come so quickly? The feeling of uneasiness in his heart quickly increased. He opened the door and saw two policemen, one old and one young, waiting for him with a serious face. Seeing that Su Yang was only wearing shorts and a vest, and was wearing slippers, he relaxed a little.

The two policemen entered the room and looked at Su Yang's room: it was a single room, with a kitchen connected to the bedroom, and a four or five square meter bathroom in the corner. The interior was simply furnished with only a bed, a wardrobe, a round table and two sofa chairs. On the other TV table was a set of speakers, with two large stacks of CDs next to it, and a computer next to the bedside - this was a typical home life of an urban white-collar worker.

Su Yang asked the police to sit down, poured them two glasses of water, and sat nervously in front of the computer, ready to be questioned.

"What's your name?"

"Su Yang."

"Age?"

"Twenty-six."

"Occupation?"

The old policeman noticed Su Yang's nervousness and smiled slightly: "We are just doing routine work, please don't be too nervous."

Su Yang forced a smile, "Nothing, just not used to dealing with people in uniform. I work as a copywriter in a foreign company."

"Then what is your relationship with Chen Lijuan?"

Su Yang shook his head, "I don't know anyone with this name."

The two policemen looked at each other, and the young policeman said, "She died on the second floor of the house at the corner of your apartment."

"Ah?" Su Yang's face turned pale instantly.

All these changes did not escape the old policeman's keen observation, "Have you been there?"

"No, no." Su Yang stammered, "I haven't been there." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Can I have some water?"

The old policeman nodded. Su Yang got up and poured himself a glass of cold water, drank it up, and then sat down again.

"We want to know how much you know about Chen Lijuan's murder?" the old policeman asked in a deep voice.

Su Yang pondered for a moment, "I want to know about the text message you mentioned first."

"We found a text message in the deceased's mobile phone that she sent to you last night, or to be exact, early this morning, saying that she was outside your door. This was the last message she sent. So we want to know the relationship between you."

Su Yang felt a chill surrounding him and could hardly breathe. He asked tremblingly, "How can you be sure that it was the last text message she sent?"

"Because the phone was in the hands of the deceased, we did not find any signs of being touched at the scene. You haven't answered our questions yet."

Su Yang's face was ashen, and he moved his lips, but couldn't speak. The old policeman's mobile phone rang suddenly, and he nodded to Su Yang to apologize, got up and walked to the balcony to answer the phone. Su Yang took the opportunity to pour himself another glass of water, drank it happily, and felt a little calmer.

After the old policeman answered the phone, he walked back with a serious face and said to the young policeman: "The forensic examination results are out. The time of death of the deceased was between 11:30 and 12:00 last night."

"How is this possible?" The young policeman stood up, "The text message was sent at 12:50. Was it sent by the deceased? Or did the murderer send it and then put it back in the hands of the deceased?"

The old policeman looked heavy, and Su Yang felt more and more upset. He wanted to ask something, but was afraid of hearing more terrible news.

After a long time, the old policeman turned to Su Yang, "You didn't delete the text messages from yesterday, did you?"

"No, no." Su Yang hurriedly found his phone, "I think the Chen Lijuan you are talking about should actually be called Zhu Su. I just met her online last night. She said she wanted to meet me and tricked me to Buyun Garden in Baiyun District, but she didn't show up. Finally, she said she would meet me downstairs of my apartment. You can check my text messages, all the records are there. Look, this is what she sent me when I was at her doorstep, oh, she sent it to me when I was at the doorstep of Buyun Garden. This one is about her asking me to meet her downstairs of her apartment. This last one is the one you are talking about. But the strange thing is that the time I saw was 12:50, but I didn't receive it until 3 am."