The boy looked very nervous, he took a big step, almost ran, and walked straight in the direction of the van.
He actually got into the van.
Ten minutes later, the boy got out of the car.
The van kicked off the gas pedal and drove away.
The boy didn't get his body, and we didn't know what had just happened to him in the car, but now he was lost and sat down on the steps of the road like a rootless duckweed.
He looked ahead in a daze, his face expressionless, his pale face devoid of any life, his eyes dull.
This is the same as the boy we saw yesterday, and my questions are getting bigger and bigger.
"Let's go see him."
Wang Ying said, "I think he's about to collapse." ” "Ah, blah, blah, blah."
After getting out of the car, Linzi suddenly said to us: "Have you ever thought about a question, why did the person who killed him be his sister Yali, but the photo in Song Bing's hand was his, and Yali just casually drew it behind the photo."
"What do you want to say?"
asked Wang Ying.
"I mean, could it be that the ultimate goal of this group of people is not that girl at all, but this boy named Yaqing.
Maybe he wanted to provoke him through his sister's death. ” Linzi added, "But these are all my guesses."
Anyway, if you look at him, after knowing that his sister is dead, he didn't call the police at all, there must be a story in this. ” "Just ask him."
With that, I walked over to the boy.
We came to him, and he looked up at us, only one glance, his eyes cold, with a look that he shouldn't have at his age.
"It's you."
He said in a low voice, thirteen or fourteen years old, the boy is in the stage of voice change, immature and mature, anyway, it sounds strange.
"You know us," I asked him.
"I don't know.
But you're following me and my sister, I know, what do you want to do?"
he said helplessly, and irritably.
"You found out we're following you," I looked at him in surprise.
"Hmph."
He snorted at the corner of his mouth, "I can remember people's looks just by looking at them, you have been seen three times by me, and you are sneaky, mysterious, of course, you are following me." ” It seems that this kid is super strong in his memory, and it's not a joke, I thought about it and decided to confess to him.
"We know you just lost your sister, and we are witnesses."
I looked at him seriously and continued: "We are following you, but not for you, but for your sister's killer.
So, can you tell us what just happened in the van."
There was a hint of doubt in the boy's eyes, "Since your goal is to track down the murderer, then you should be from the Liumang Sect, don't you know what I was doing just now You are not in a gang, no, it should be said, we are not in a gang?"
In my opinion, this guy seems to have a mess of his brain and is talking nonsense, but if he hasn't been exposed to the concept of the Six Mangjiao, he will definitely not be able to say it.
"We're not from the Six Mangs, we're not in the same group as you or the people in the van, why do you say that?"
After I finished speaking, I reacted, "You mean, those people in the van are all from the Liumang Sect, and you are one of them, and you killed your own sister."
He stood up and glared at me with his neck crossed, "What nonsense are you talking about, I won't hurt my sister if I die, what the hell do you want to say?"
The boy was huffing, and he was indeed on the verge of collapse, and his voice was very loud, attracting a lot of puzzled glances.
Linzi said that this is not the place to talk, and suggested that we find a quiet place to continue talking.
The boy blinked and thought for a moment, as if he had suddenly figured it out, "Okay, come with me." ” The boy led us into the neighborhood to the most remote corner of the neighborhood.
"Okay, now you can say it, why did you say I killed my sister, who are you, what did you see?"
the boy asked.
I told him that we were investigating the killer, which is why we were following his sister, and that there was credible information that his sister was in danger, so we did that.
But we are not from the Six Mangs, and he said that he is also from the Six Mangs, which makes me a little incomprehensible, because it was the people of the Six Mangs who killed his sister.
"How could it be that someone from a shaman killed my sister," he looked at me suspiciously.
I thought about it, and he was not wrong to say this, because Song Bing was indeed a shaman, but he just said that the people in the van were Liumang.
In other words, Song Bing and the Liumang Sect are in a gang.
"It's they who are framing shamanism," Wang Ying was extremely angry.
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"How did I frame it, I saw the video, that shaman sacrificed my sister" I didn't say anything, I took out my phone, "If you don't believe it, see for yourself, I don't know what they told you, anyway, our video is the most complete." ” The boy took my phone with trembling hands and clicked the play button.
His eyes widened, and from a sense of incredulity to fear, followed by anger and incomprehension.
The boy gave me back the phone, and it took a long time for him to recover.
"How so, what the hell is going on here" He looked at us helplessly and suddenly grabbed my clothes, "Why don't you save my sister why don't you save her" "You calm down," Linzi pushed him away, "How can we save it, they are a gang, once we expose ourselves and fail, we will either be wiped out at that time, or it will be difficult to continue the investigation in the future." ” "It's all my fault," said the boy, "if I had been with her, nothing would have happened, and she told me to go to see a classmate and not let me follow, I really shouldn't have let her go alone."
I told him it was too late to regret it, and the most important thing now was to figure out what those people were trying to do.
"Isn't it easy," said the boy, "what they just told me in the car, and the video they made me watch, were all to convince me that shamanism is bad, and that if I want to avenge my sister, I need to join the Six Mangs, but why do I have to use such cruel methods?"
He looked at us after speaking, "You know what kind of sect it is."
I found that this fourteen-year-old boy not only had a good memory, but was also very intelligent, able to see through phenomena, and had a calmness that was rare at his age.
"What kind of sect, that's a cult," Wang Ying said indignantly.
"I didn't expect them to recruit talent in this way.
So it was also a misunderstanding that Redbeard targeted our shamanism, Song Bing killed his wife and made him think it was done by shamanism, and then he joined the Six Mangjiao and began to take revenge, but in fact, the Six Mangjiao was the initiator. ” Good morning t1706231537: