So, the man in the blue jacket is not my fiction at all, but a real person, and if I hadn't seen him, it would have been absolutely impossible to imagine his image.
So the question is, have I met him?
Officer An was clearly aware of the crux of the matter, and he asked me to think about when I had ever seen this person, which was very important.
I thought back to all the opportunities I might have had to meet the driver, and the truth was that my job was monotonous and my work location was fixed enough that I didn't have anything to do with him.
Taking 10,000 steps back, even if I had really seen such a person, it would have been impossible for me to observe him so closely, and I could even remember a few oil stains on his body.
The point is, I really haven't met him.
"No, I've never seen this person."
It was a long time before I said this to Officer An, because I had come to the conclusion that I had come to after recalling it very carefully.
"Okay, so can you try to tell me how much you know about this person," Officer An continued to ask me.
"I don't know, I don't know anything."
I say.
Officer An frowned, "But you obviously know something about him, such as his name, job, personality, way of speaking, etc. ” I understood what Officer Ann meant, "He's the truck driver's sidekick, and they seem to be a little bit at odds, or rather, not quite on some front."
And he doesn't like the truck driver to take that person's money to hurt Xiaoxue, in addition, he is timid, he doesn't like to look at people when he speaks, he looks dark, and " "What else" "His name is the truck driver, Black Fat Man, and I don't know what his name is.
He always seemed to be depressed, complaining, and feeling very uncomfortable. ” Officer An listened thoughtfully, and I asked him if this was consistent with what he had learned "Almost, he doesn't look at people when he speaks, he is a truck driver, these are all true, and most crucially, he calls his partner Black Fat, a nickname that you are unlikely to know even if you have a relationship with the man in the blue jacket before, because he only calls his partner when he is angry."
Officer An paused and frowned, "But what you said about personality is a bit different, he has a good personality, and he is not always depressed, on the contrary, he is quite satisfied with his work situation."
You said he looked depressed, though, and I could try to explain that, but we'll talk about that later. ” "Why say it for a while" Officer An dipped a dumpling in vinegar and said, "Because there is one more important thing, you may not be able to remember."
Let me remind you, it has something to do with that sticky note. ” I hurriedly took out the notebook, turned to the third page, and saw the crooked words on it.
When I read it again, I suddenly had a strange feeling, it was cold, as if there were ice cellars all around, space and time were distorted, and I could even smell a disgusting rancid smell.
And most importantly, I felt terrified, angry, as if someone had done something that owed me, as if I was looking at everything with hatred.
It soon dawned on me that it wasn't my own feelings, but the feelings of the people in the blue jackets.
"Is he dead?"
I had already guessed the answer when I asked the question, but I was still nervous.
Officer An nodded.
"So you mean, I'm demon-possessed, so to speak."
He nodded again, "I'm just guessing, you weren't in your right mind at the time, and the trail was obviously not yours, and the man in the blue jacket couldn't have been in the hospital room writing this, unless you were him at the time."
I saw the sentence I wrote on the last page, and I emphasized that the previous content was not written by me.
I must have read the answer at the time, but I don't remember it now.
"Have you compared his own handwriting, is it the same as what I wrote?"
I found ourselves in the process of verifying a ridiculous and terrible thing.
Officer Ann shook his head and said that the guy rarely wrote, which just made sense why the words on the sticky notes were so ugly.
According to my limited memory during this period, I found that except for him who spoke to me at the police station half a month ago, the rest of the time I could only see him and not hear anything from him.
Why did he talk to me when he was at the police station, and if he was really a ghost, then he must have given me clues to help us force the truck driver to tell the key content.
I lowered my voice and told Officer An about these thoughts.
Officer An looked at the contents of the sticky note paper in distraction.
"If it was his soul and not my hallucination, then he must have wanted to tell me something, and when I was at the police station, I wrote this sentence as well," I said.
Officer An muttered the sentence: I shouldn't be here, I want to go home, but they are experimenting with me, it's all my eldest brother, if he doesn't take the 20,000 yuan, it'll be fine.
Then the two of us came up with a hypothetical scenario together.
This situation has been seen in many movies and TV series, that is, although the man in the blue jacket is dead, he does not realize that he is dead.
And his soul has been following me, and he himself doesn't realize it, he followed me to the madhouse, and sometimes he possessed me, he thought that he was locked up in the insane asylum for experiments, and he wanted to go home, and he felt that the reason for all this was that the truck driver "Black Fat Man" collected the 20,000 yuan and rolled him in.
That made perfect sense, and I stared blankly at the door of the restaurant, my hair standing on end, and the guy was probably still following me "Okay, I don't think we should get too hung up on whether it's a ghost or not, and don't try to explain it."
Officer An said, "Just think it's some special ability of yours, and then push it down." ” "What do you mean to push what out," I asked, my eyes still fixed on the door.
Officer An looked behind him in fear, "He's here again" "No, you go on, I'll listen."
Officer An said, could it be that the truck driver in the blue jacket was trying to tell you something, maybe it had something to do with his death.
I looked back at Officer An, "Didn't you already find out about him, how did he die, and other information?"
Officer An nodded, "His name is Lao Jiu, and the cause of death is still under investigation, but the reason why I pay so much attention to his affairs is because the place where he died is very unusual, and you will definitely not know where to find his body." ” See you tomorrow, thank you t1706231537: