Terror 602

Chapter 4

The old policeman looked at the young policeman, as if thinking about whether to tell Su Yang some truth. Su Yang felt his whole body trembling and could hardly stand. The old policeman patted his shoulder and motioned him to sit down.

"We have two bad news to tell you, I hope you can be mentally prepared."

Su Yang nodded, tears almost bursting out of his eyes.

"The first is that all the information on your mobile phone, except for the last one, we did not find any record in the deceased's mobile phone."

Su Yang screamed "Ah", but immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

"Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that the deceased deleted this information before his death. I have asked my colleagues to go to the telecommunications company to check the deceased's recent call records and text messages." The old policeman paused and continued: "Another bad news is that the body of the deceased was found by the girl who shared the room with her when she got home from work at around five o'clock this morning, but because of excessive shock, the girl is still in the hospital. The head of the deceased was cruelly cut off."

Su Yang fell to the ground with a "thump", his face as pale as paper.

Facing the police's questioning eyes, Su Yang tried to stand up and stammered about what happened last night. Finally, he added: "When I sent the last text message and walked back to the apartment, I always felt that someone on the second floor of the house was staring at me. It was eerie and cold."

The old policeman said slowly: "But the deceased had been killed at that time."

"Could it be that the murderer was hiding behind the window and watching?" asked the young policeman.

"I don't think it's possible. Unless the murderer is a perverted killer, few people would be willing to stay at such a bloody scene."

"He was a perverted killer, otherwise who would be so cruel and cut off the head?" The young policeman was indignant, "I suspect it was a professional killer, otherwise the scene would not be so clean and there would be no clues."

The old policeman fell into deep thought, and sighed after a long time, "I always feel that this case is a bit strange. According to common sense, the murder of a professional killer will always leave some traces. Not necessarily fingerprints or evidence, but at least there will be other traces or sounds. 11:30 pm is not very late. The murder happened in a residential building with many residents and poor sound insulation, but no one heard the struggle or cry for help of the deceased. It is difficult for even a professional killer to take a life so quietly, unless the deceased was knocked out or unconscious beforehand. But the problem is that the deceased is just an ordinary worker who has been here for less than half a year and has almost no friendship. Where did the enemy come from?"

"So what you mean..." the young policeman asked tentatively.

The old policeman smoked a cigarette, turned to Su Yang and said, "I want to know more about the 'Zhu Su' you mentioned. Maybe this is a clue to solve the case."

Su Yang shrugged helplessly, "But I only had a little contact with her, I've already told you." Suddenly he remembered the QQ chat history, "Oh, by the way, I can show you my chat history with her."

Su Yang quickly turned on the computer, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find Zhu Su's QQ avatar, "It's strange, why is it gone? I can't delete it."

The old policeman took a puff of cigarette, "Don't look for it, you can't find it."

The young policeman and Su Yang looked at the old policeman in confusion. A shadow passed over the old policeman's face, and he said lightly: "I have been a policeman for so many years, and I have encountered many major homicides, often accompanied by some inexplicable things."

"Are you talking about ghosts?" Su Yang shuddered.

"There are no ghosts in this world. But it is precisely because there are no ghosts that these things happen that make people feel more distressed and incredible."

Su Yang was anxious, "Then am I in danger of my life?"

"It's hard to say. I can only say that some things can only be left to fate. But I advise you that more ghosts exist in people's hearts in the world, so don't scare yourself. As long as you can persist, you will always wait for the day when the truth comes out."

Su Yang was silent.

"Okay, don't think about it. Fate is like this. Whether it is good luck or bad luck, if it really comes, it can't be stopped. Now please take us to meet your online friend Zhu Su and go to her house."

Su Yang looked at the old policeman and wanted to say something but swallowed it back. He went to the bathroom silently to change his clothes and put on his shoes.

The two policemen were talking in a low voice at the door, and they stopped when they saw him come out. Su Yang didn't want to ask more questions, so he followed them into the police car.

The police car slowly drove out of the apartment and passed the corner. Su Yang subconsciously looked up at the second floor of the house. It seemed that there was a pair of cold eyes staring at him from behind the window. The eyes were like ice arrows, piercing his heart and filled with chills. When the police car was driving uphill, Su Yang hurriedly turned his head and saw the mysterious man in Room 704 standing on the balcony, staring at the police car indifferently. The discomfort from before came to his mind again, and Su Yang almost vomited.

"What's wrong?" The old policeman noticed Su Yang's strangeness and asked.

"I...seemed to see someone looking at me in the window of the house." Su Yang said hesitantly.

"Oh? Who?" The old policeman became alert.

"I'm not sure, maybe it's just my hallucination, but I do feel that there are eyes staring at me." Su Yang covered his anxiously beating heart and kept reminding himself: There are no ghosts in the world, these are all hallucinations, don't be afraid, drive it away. This is the self-suggestion method that Su Yang learned from a psychology book before. Although he knew that its effect was minimal, it was undoubtedly a life-saving straw for him who was now trapped in the quagmire of fear.