"What did you say?" Sheriff Lee immediately frowned and said sternly, "Where do you think this place is?" He slammed his pen on the table and tapped his fingers on the table. "I handcuffed you there … Did I ask you to tell me a story?"
"What? Officer, are you in a rush to get off work? " Feng Bujue said, "Anyway, after taking my statement, we still have to go to the hospital for a checkup (to see if we carry any infectious diseases and if we have a history of drug abuse). We can only be sent to the detention center after the results are out. You won't be able to go back until dawn." He looked up at the ceiling. "Haha … I think you have quite a lot of time on your hands."
"I told you that you're a glutton …" Sheriff Lee stared at Brother Bujue and said, "You're more familiar with the process of handling cases here than the newbies that I've been teaching!"
"I repeat …" Feng Bujue replied calmly. "I … So far, I don't have a criminal record."
Sheriff Lee was not an incompetent person. When he heard this for the second time, he understood the subtext. "Haha … That means …" He paused for half a second and continued, "You don't necessarily have a 'criminal record', do you?" He sneered and said, "Also … Just because you don't have a criminal record doesn't mean that you haven't been to the police station, right?" He looked around subconsciously. "I was wondering … You asked me if I was a newbie the moment you opened your mouth. So you didn't look at the police number, but at my face? "
"That's not it …" Feng Bujue shook his head. "The personnel changes in your department are quite frequent, and I haven't been invited here for a while. I don't recognize every face … For example, the gatekeeper, Old Zhang, recently changed the appearance of his new apprentice …"
Bang!
Sheriff Lee slammed the table and stood up. He grabbed Feng Bujue's collar and said, "I advise you to understand the current situation!"
"I am well aware of the 'present' situation." Feng Bujue remained calm even though he was grabbed by the collar. "That's why I'm so fearless." He tilted his head and looked at the camera in the corner of the ceiling. "As far as I know, after 2030, the police force in S City will basically be 90% graduates from the police academy and 9% personnel from the army and other government agencies. The number of specially recruited members from society was less than 1% … Compared to the past when the personnel structure was more complicated, the overall quality of the police force had improved a lot. In terms of discipline and regulation … it was very reassuring. As for the phenomenon of casually beating and scolding criminals at the end of the last century, and even the phenomenon of torture in order to make a confession in order to complete a task, it sounds like a fantasy story 'now'. "
When Brother Jue said this, Sheriff Li had already let go of his hand, but he still looked at him angrily.
"Ha …" Feng Bujue laughed. "I know, it's getting more and more difficult for you to enforce the law now. Even if you really meet a rogue, you can't do anything. Even a trivial case needs evidence, otherwise you will have to follow the principle of presumption of innocence and let the person go." He shrugged. "Indeed … Some scum of society are just asking for a beating. The 'court system' has its pros and cons, but it's not a good topic to discuss further … Let's face reality and sit down to talk calmly."
When Brother Jue was talking, Sheriff Lee kept looking at his eyes, but he could not detect the slightest trace of fear in them. Sheriff Lee understood … Even if he was a habitual criminal who often came to the police station, under the surface of arrogance, he was still "weak" in his heart. And Brother Jue's eyes at this moment generally represented two situations. First, he really did not commit a crime; second, he definitely did not think that he would be punished by the law.
The first situation indicated that Feng Bujue was innocent; the second situation … indicated that he had a certain "background". Of course, there was another possibility … This person was a lunatic who had lost his mind.
"Phew …" Sheriff Lee sat down again and lit a cigarette for himself. After he exhaled, he said, "Go ahead … I'll listen to your story."
He did not pick up the pen, but the cigarette. Obviously, when the word "female ghost" came out, there was no need for him to write anything down. But since the person involved insisted on telling a story based on supernatural theories, there was no harm in listening.
"Officer, how should I address you?" Feng Bujue saw Sheriff Lee sit down and asked with a smile.
"My surname is Lee," Sheriff Lee replied.
"Officer Lee." Feng Bujue took the opportunity to ask, "Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"
"I believe in what I see with my own eyes." Sheriff Lee's answer was shrewd.
"Ha … Okay." Feng Bujue smiled faintly. "Actually … most of the ghosts that wander the human world are not that scary. Ordinary people can't see them, and they can't do anything to our world. Most of them can't even maintain their own existence … During the day, they are in a formless and unconscious state. The time they can transform into a 'corporeal ghost' is usually from midnight to three in the morning. And even during this period of time, their spirits are 'bound' to a certain area … For example, the graveyard where they died, the place where they lost their life, or the places they frequented when they were alive … In short, ghosts can't run around the world and harm people. "
"You're indeed a novelist, your story is quite convincing," Sheriff Lee replied noncommittally. When he was filling in the information, he already knew Brother Bujue's occupation, so he gave such an answer.
Feng Bujue ignored Sheriff Lee's sarcasm and continued, "The one I met today was different from ordinary ghosts …"
"Haha … Is that so?" Sheriff Lee took another puff of his cigarette. "You can see that?"
Feng Bujue's attitude was still very calm. He continued, "Those ghosts that stay in the human world and can't leave usually have unfulfilled wishes. 'Unfulfilled wishes' can be divided into two situations … One is that they still have some attachment to someone or something in their life, and the other … is that there is hatred or resentment that hasn't disappeared … "He paused for a second and said," There are many reasons for resentment, such as … the person who killed the ghost didn't get the punishment he deserved, or the person who bullied the ghost didn't get any retribution, and so on. I'm sure you've read horror novels or movies, but I won't give you the specific plot. "
"I've read a lot of mystery novels, why don't you talk about the case?" Sheriff Lee replied.
Feng Bujue still ignored his interference and said, "The probability of a woman turning into a ghost is higher than a man. Because they are more emotional, it is difficult for them to let go of many things. " His tone changed slightly. "If there was a woman who died an unnatural death at the time of the Yin, and she was wearing a red dress that could easily stir up resentment, then what would she become … You should be able to guess without me telling you."
"Fufu …" Sheriff Lee blew out a puff of smoke. "Is that what you met today?"
"To be exact, I met her yesterday." Feng Bujue corrected him. "It's already past midnight."
"Go on." Sheriff Lee flicked the ash on the ground a few times.
"According to the Tibetan Sutra of Overcoming Death, a person's soul will return to visit on the seventh day after death …" Feng Bujue continued. "That night, whether it is a malicious spirit or a wandering ghost, they will all have a certain amount of power …"
"Wait … Why is that?" Maybe it was the effect of the nicotine, but Sheriff Lee seemed to be gradually attracted by Brother Bujue's topic and became interested.
"Because many people believe in the 'seventh day', especially us Chinese … Whether they admit it or not, most people have a faint fantasy about these superstitious things in their hearts." Feng Bujue replied, "You have to know … the act of 'believing' is a kind of 'power' in itself. The true form of many urban legends was just a bunch of monsters with average magical power. But when the story is spread, and more people believe it … they become more and more powerful. This is the so-called 'power of faith' … In theory, 'God' is the ultimate embodiment of this power. "
"Enough!" Sheriff Lee interrupted him. "Don't mislead the public with your lies."
"There is no 'public' here, only you," Feng Bujue said. "If you think I'm talking nonsense, just pretend that I'm talking nonsense." He didn't wait for Sheriff Lee to say anything and took the initiative to return to the previous topic. "Anyway, what I met today was a female ghost in red who came back to take revenge on the night of her 'seventh day' … According to her, she was killed in the market."
"Ha …" Sheriff Lee laughed. "'According to her'?" He repeated Brother Bujue's words. "It seems that … you can talk to ghosts?"
"Of course I can," Feng Bujue replied. "I'm very sure of that."
"Then tell me … What did she tell you?" Sheriff Lee asked again.
"Actually, she didn't say much. She basically said that the owner of the antique shop, the 'victim' in this case, was rejected by her when she was alive. He was so angry that he deliberately drove his car and killed her. But after that, the owner pulled some strings and the case was directly determined to be an accident. In just two days, the owner was released from the police station. In the end, he would probably be sentenced to probation at most. He wouldn't have to go to jail at all. She had no choice but to do it herself on the seventh day … "Feng Bujue replied." As for the details, I really couldn't ask her. Generally, Earthbound Spirits are more rational, and some of them don't even know that they are ghosts. But evil ghosts are different. Although they know what they are, they are very confused. Most of them are difficult to communicate with, and they are very aggressive. "He looked helpless." I had to fight with the female ghost. After I subdued her, she vaguely said these things. "
"What?" Hearing this, Sheriff Lee was even more certain that the kid in front of him was crazy. "You fought with the female ghost?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue responded as if nothing had happened and gave a relevant explanation. "Evil ghosts … can create a 'ghost realm.' If a human who hasn't awakened their spiritual sense enters the ghost realm, it's like walking in the snow with only underwear.
Once a person without spiritual sense enters the ghost realm, whether it's on a physical or mental level, they will become very weak. Most of them are scared to death by hallucinations, and some are killed by 'hallucination attacks.' Anyway, if the brain thinks it's dead, it's dead. " He pointed at himself with his thumb. "But people like me who have awakened their spiritual sense are different. My mental endurance in the face of hallucinations won't decrease because of the ghost realm, and I can come into contact with ghosts." He shrugged. "For a female ghost like that, even if there were three or four of them, it wouldn't be a problem for me."
"Ho ~" Sheriff Lee didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I didn't know …" He looked at Brother Bujue again. "You are not only a novelist, but also a master of ghost catching."
"You think I'm crazy, right?" Feng Bujue looked at his reaction and asked.
"I think? Humph … "Sheriff Lee snorted." I think … it's like this … "He paused for a moment and continued." You are a novelist who is not very famous and not very rich. Due to financial difficulties, you came up with the idea of burglarizing an antique shop. So, at 11: 30 last night, you ran to the entrance of the flower and bird market, looked around the street for a while, and then climbed over the wall when the guard at the gate wasn't paying attention … "
"Wait a minute," Feng Bujue said. "If I planned to burgle at night … where are the tools?" He raised his handcuffed hands. "Would I have to tear open the shutter door with my bare hands?"
Faced with Feng Bujue's doubts, Sheriff Lee answered smoothly, "From the surveillance video, you didn't bring any tools with you. You can't hide your big pincers or anything like that … "He changed the topic." But … since it was a planned crime, is it possible that … you 'hid the tools of the crime somewhere in the market during the day'? "
"Hmm … Good hypothesis." Feng Bujue felt that Sheriff Lee's reasoning was very logical, and he couldn't refute it for the time being.
"It's not up to a suspect like you to comment." "After you entered the flower and bird market, you went straight to the antique shop. Just as you were about to break in, the owner of the shop happened to be driving out of the alley next to it …" Sheriff Li replied angrily and continued to reason, "After you entered the flower and bird market, you went straight to the antique shop. Just as you were about to break in, you didn't expect … the owner of the shop to drive out of the alley next to it …
"The flower and bird market usually closes around six in the afternoon. Even in summer, it's never closed past seven." Feng Bujue interrupted again. "It's close to midnight, so why would the owner drive home?"
"Probably during the month," Sheriff Lee answered without hesitation. Sheriff Lee answered without hesitation. It looked like he had already predicted what kind of question Brother Jue would come up with to refute him. "The main product of that antique shop is not antiques but jade-like items. There are a lot of jades and a variety of them … Compared to large antiques, it's naturally easier to get lost or stolen. So it's not surprising that it's checked two or three times a month, and it must be done carefully, which takes a long time. "
"Uh …" Brother Jue suddenly found that it was hard to find any loopholes in Sheriff Lee's reasoning. "You're a professional after all … You can explain everything logically …"
"You were caught red-handed by the owner, and in a panic, you beat him half to death with the tools." Sheriff Lee continued, "But after you regained your rationality, you regretted it … Murder has to be paid with a life. Murder under the circumstances of an attempted crime is even more serious. You're a smart person … After weighing the pros and cons, you decided to call the police and an ambulance. Since he's still breathing and surrendered, perhaps there's still hope for both you and him. "
"Assuming that you're right …" Feng Bujue listened to Sheriff Lee's reasoning and was silent for a moment before asking, "Then why did I tell you those ghost stories?"
"Yes … Fufu …" Sheriff Lee took another puff. "This … From a logical perspective, it's hard to find an answer. The only thing I can think of is … Perhaps you suffer from schizophrenia or some other mental illness. After being stimulated, your second personality appeared, and this personality firmly believed in the 'ghost theory' that he spoke of. "
"Haha … That seems to make sense." Feng Bujue laughed easily.
"I've seen some examples of mental illness in the writer industry, so I can't rule out this possibility." At this point, Sheriff Lee cleared his throat. "Okay, back to the topic …" He threw the cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out. "If you're really a smart person, I'll give you two choices …" He raised his index finger. "First, let your 'other personality' come out and confess the problem honestly. If the victim doesn't die, considering the circumstances of his surrender, as long as you hire a good lawyer to defend him … the sentence won't be too heavy. Even if he dies, you can use 'manslaughter' as a defense. " He raised his middle finger again. "Second, regardless of whether you're crazy or not, you can act as if you're crazy. As long as the result of the psychological assessment shows that you're sick, you won't go to jail … At least, you won't go to jail with normal people."
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue nodded. "Not bad …" He raised his head to look at Sheriff Lee. "Li Zhiyuan, you're not bad."
When he said that, Li Zhiyuan's expression changed. "How do you know my name?"
He clearly remembered that he only said that his surname was Li, but he didn't say his full name.
"You're a talent. You have the opportunity to become a good police officer." Feng Bujue said as he took off the handcuffs on his hands.
Li Zhiyuan was shocked to find that the handcuffs on Feng Bujue's hands had become rusty and looked like scrap iron.
"Unfortunately …" Brother Jue said and stood up. "… You've taken a wrong step."
"What do you want?" Li Zhiyuan also stood up from the chair. Although he didn't have a gun on him, he was confident that he could beat an average person in hand-to-hand combat.
Brother Jue ignored his question and continued where he left off. "And this step … will directly end your life."
"You said …" At this moment, Li Zhiyuan's pupils contracted and his whole body turned cold. "… What …"
…
"Do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?"
"You won't be able to go back until dawn."
"I know the situation very well."
"You can still talk to ghosts?"
"Of course, I'm very sure of that."
"Generally, Earthbound Spirits are more rational. Some of them don't even know that they are ghosts."
…
"You seem to have forgotten about that woman's case." Feng Bujue slowly paced around the man. The laziness and casualness in his expression had turned into calmness and sternness. "But subconsciously … you're still on the side of the 'shop owner'."
"Who are you?" Li Zhiyuan subconsciously retreated to the wall. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm Feng Bujue. Didn't you ask?" Feng Bujue replied. "And what I'm talking about … is naturally the last case you handled before you died."
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