Chapter 64 The murderer is me
Chapter 64 The murderer is me
The cell was even darker, with no lights or skylights. There was only a bare stone bed in the small room, and a bucket for waste in the corner.
The conditions here are probably even worse than those in the prison cells at the government office.
Yes, is humanitarianism necessary when dealing with weird creatures?
Moreover, it can be seen that the Wen family has indeed given up on Miss Wen. From beginning to end, only a little maid still cares about her.
If this continues, Miss Wen might starve to death or freeze to death in this cell before she can reach the northern border.
Liu Sheng sighed softly.
Then he whispered to the curled-up figure inside, "Miss Wen."
But the figure did not move at all.
"do you remember me?"
"The person who helped you refine the weapon?"
Hearing this, Miss Wen moved slightly.
Liu Sheng continued to talk to himself: "Do you have a maid named Cuicui? She is short and has a melon-shaped face. She asked me to bring you food."
Miss Wen then slowly raised her head. Her already exhausted face looked even more haggard and pale, with red eyes. "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 might even cause trouble for her... Her situation in the Wen family has become difficult because of me..."
"So, did you kill Miss Lu?" Liu Sheng's question was straightforward.
Miss Wen thought of this and her face showed pain. She 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 very long dream. When I wake up, I don't know where I am or what I am doing. And in my hand...I always hold a knife!"
"That day in Baihe Tower, I realized I was holding a knife after I woke up, and Lu Er had already fallen from the building."
"So, I killed him."
Miss Wen raised her head and smiled bitterly: "How is it, are you satisfied?"
"Aren't you all looking forward to seeing a story like this? Just as everyone wished, he went from being a favored child of heaven to a worthless person who had lost all his cultivation, and then became a murderer, and a weird creature..."
"My life, Wen Weilan, can be considered colorful."
Miss Wen laughed softly, and the laughter continued, as if she was crazy.
Liu Sheng shook his head and said, "No, you are wrong."
"What have I done wrong?" Miss Wen looked over with bloodshot eyes.
"You are not a creature."
Liu Sheng said this calmly, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up waves in Miss Wen's heart.
"Miss Liu, there's no need to comfort me. Now everyone says I am."
But Miss Wen also knew that something was wrong with her and only took these words as comfort.
Liu Sheng frowned: "There's no need for me to comfort you, the facts are the facts."
"I used to work as a treasurer in the warehouse of the Weaving Institute. I have come into contact with many strange things and have a wealth of theories and experience. I also have a high-precision strange aura detector."
Liu Sheng carefully listed the arguments one by one to prove his point.
Well, the little tentacles should also be considered a kind of strange aura detector.
"So, even if others don't know that you are not a weird creature, how can I not know it?"
"Really?" Miss Wen's eyes, which had been dark for a long time, brightened up after hearing this. Liu Sheng nodded affirmatively and said, "I don't have any reason to lie to you."
"I just know that if something is wrong, it should be corrected."
Miss Wen couldn't help being moved when she saw Liu Sheng's clear and sincere eyes.
She had never thought that she, who was now reviled and despised by the world, would hear such words from a woman whom she had only met twice and could not even be called a friend.
Her ambition since childhood was to destroy all the weird creatures in the world. When she grew up, she would go hunting for weird creatures. She had killed countless weird creatures, but she never expected that one day she would be identified as a weird creature, and she couldn't deny this identification.
In despair, she once thought that it would be better to just die, which would be better than dying with the name of a monster, and maybe even causing the death of others again.
But now, there is one person who firmly says that this is not the case.
Perhaps, this is her only hope now.
Miss Wen let out a sigh of relief, stood up, brushed off the dust on her body with her sleeve, and slowly walked towards the iron gate.
She faced Liu Sheng, bowed deeply, and asked, "Miss Liu, you came to me to talk so much, I'm afraid you have a plan in mind, and you still want to ask me, what should I do?"
"Miss Wen, please eat something first and restore your strength." Liu Sheng also knew that Miss Wen must be hungry, so he didn't say anything else for the time being.
Miss Wen was indeed hungry. She sat obediently on the cold wet ground by the door. As she opened her lunch box, she casually said, "Miss Liu, please don't call me Miss Wen. I am no longer a Miss. My name is Wei Lan. You can 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, stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables. The lower layer contains a large bowl of rice and a well-sealed pot of stewed chicken soup.
The dishes were rich and clearly prepared with great care, but they had been left out for so long that they had become cold and had a layer of grease on them.
But Wen Weilan couldn't care less about that now. She had been hungry for a day, and it was extremely cold here, so she needed to eat to replenish her strength.
Finally, she put aside her dignified demeanor as a young lady and began to eat voraciously.
Liu Sheng waited patiently, and when Wen Weilan had almost finished eating, he asked, "Now can you tell me when you started to feel something was wrong?"
Wen Weilan drank the last mouthful of chicken soup and finally felt warm.
She put the bowl away and pondered for a long moment, trying hard to recall.
However, her memory these days has become discontinuous and the boundaries are no longer discernible.
Seeing that she was in a dilemma, 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 are always repeated.
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 the village and the countryside. It is said that when a person walks on the road at night, he must not look back, because there are three yang fires in the human body. Ghosts will try every means to lure people to look back. As long as you look back, one fire will be extinguished. If you look back three times, your life will be gone."
"But that's just an old legend. Today's bizarre murders 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. It was my grandmother's death anniversary, and I was so tired after a busy day that I fell asleep in the ancestral hall." Wen Weilan tried hard to recall, her thoughts a little confused.
“And then I dreamed about it.”
“At first, I just walked aimlessly.”
"Until one day, in my dream, there was something on my back."
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