"Don't do this, I don't want to guess where that guy died, just say it," I said anxiously to Officer An.
He glanced at his lips, "You're boring.
Hey, why don't you just guess it?"
The look of anticipation on his face made me wonder if the person sitting in front of me was really a few years older than me.
"Eh, Officer An, are you so boring, how do I know where he died, it can't be that he died in the morgue?"
I don't know why I'm saying this, if there's any basis for it, or if I'm just saying it out of the blue.
Mortuary.
It was as if those three words popped into my head.
Officer An's eyes widened, and he stopped chewing the dumplings in his mouth, and swallowed them whole with a grunt, and then I watched him pour water violently, as if he was choking.
"I knew you could guess," he choked on and slurred his words, "quick, tell me if you remembered something."
"He really died in the morgue of our hospital" Officer An nodded repeatedly, "I'm pretty sure, after you were hospitalized, I'll investigate this matter properly." ” "Well, I don't know how I know, I just said it casually" Officer An insisted that this was not something that could be said casually, it must have been something in the back of my mind, and that I can't seem to remember it now, just because I really don't know.
"What do you want to say, what do you want to prove?"
"What I want to say is that Lao Jiu wants to tell you something, and it has been updated quickly in the past After listening to Officer An's words, I asked him if it could be surmised that it was the black fat man who killed Lao Jiu in order to make money Officer An pouted, "This is just superficial information, Qiangzi, you think about it, if it were you, would you kill your fellow countryman?"
"If it were me, whether it was a fellow or not, I wouldn't kill it" "Okay, then I'll ask another question, you put yourself in the shoes of the black fat man, whether he will be a murderer for 20,000 yuan, or kill his fellow countryman, a person like a brother."
Officer An asked.
I thought about it for a moment and shook my head, "I'm afraid not, that's 20,000, not 2 million or 20 million, the black fat man can earn it in three or four months by earning a salary, and he can't do it." ” "Ha, three or four months you underestimate the wages of truck drivers."
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