The Death Knell

"Name."

In the dark interrogation room, only a beam of bright light shone on Su Ming's face. He lowered his head and couldn't see clearly which figure was asking him questions in the darkness.

But he knew that he was now tightly handcuffed to a chair, and there must be heavily armed police guarding the door. They were all armed with live ammunition.

"Slade."

There was a murmur in the darkness, too vague to make out what it was, but a clear question soon came.

"age."

Su Ming turned his head to avoid the light, but someone controlled the light, and the beam was fixed on his face.

"25."

"Where were you born?" It was the same voice that asked before, with a tone full of disgust, as if he was talking to a piece of shit.

Su Ming recalled that his childhood memories were much blurred, but at least he still knew where his home was.

"Gotham."

"Tsk tsk tsk, is it really Gotham? That shabby place is full of garbage and polluting our city."

I don’t know what the other party did in the darkness. After lamenting that Gotham people are trash, all the lights in the interrogation room came on.

One meter away from Su Ming, there were two policemen who looked like fat pigs. One of them had just turned off the bright light.

Their police ID cards were pinned to the suit pockets on their chests, squeezed out of shape by their huge chest muscles. As they leaned forward, the two chairs made a metallic sound of fatigue.

But the police officers didn't pay attention. They put their hands on the table and made a 'bang' sound.

"Tell me, how did you kill the editor-in-chief and his family last night?"

A police officer with a different voice asked the question. He was adjusting his suit and stroking his mustache proudly.

"I didn't kill anyone, I didn't even kill a chicken."

"Bang!" Another police officer slammed the table, and the paper cup of coffee on the table flew directly to the ceiling: "Stop pretending! We have enough clues to prove that you are the murderer!"

"Yes, it's the way you look at us now!" Another police officer also said. He stretched out two fingers as thick as sausages and pointed at Su Ming's eyes: "It's the look of this perverted murderer. What? You still Are you planning to kill us?!"

"...."

Su Ming looked confused. He was put in a black bag when he went out and was escorted here. He had no idea what happened.

Just looking at the other person with an inquiring look, how could it turn into a murderous look?

There was silence in the interrogation room for a while, and the two police officers looked like they were looking at something dirty.

"It doesn't matter if you don't explain. We have your information in our hands." One of the police officers pulled off his tie and moved his buttocks: "Let me see, poor, graduated from art college, paparazzi... ...Bang!!! Isn’t this the file of a perverted killer!”

He slammed the file on the table with his mouse-pad-sized palm, and at the same time stared at Su Ming with eyes that could see through the truth. Those small eyes were full of determination and justice. He stood up and looked condescendingly. Despise Su Ming.

"I have nothing to do with any of the murders you mentioned!" Su Ming tried to move his hands, but two handcuffs held him firmly in place.

"Are you talking back? Humph!" Another fat policeman took the file, dragged the table in front of Su Ming, and sat on it. He dipped his thumb in the saliva and counted out a few photos: "See for yourself , familiar?"

After hearing his words, Su Ming looked down naturally, but the content in the photo almost made him spit out.

Of course the person in the photo was familiar to him, but it shouldn't be that way.

It was an extremely bloody corpse. Not only was it disemboweled, but it was hanged by its own intestines. The silk pajamas on his body had turned blood red, and the photo seemed to be dripping with blood.

It can be seen that the body was hung on an iron fence on the roof of a building. The editor-in-chief was an old black man. He now looked like a gingerbread man hanging on a Christmas tree.

The angle of each photo is different, but no matter which photo it is, the editor's face has an extremely frightened expression. He must have experienced a huge fright before his death.

"Ugh..." Su Ming bent down and retched toward the floor.

After the initial shock passed, all he could think of was disgusting. Who would kill someone in such a cruel way?

"Still pretending?"

The fat policeman shook his head and sneered, throwing out a thick stack of photos in front of Su Ming like a straight flush on the card table.

Then he grabbed Su Ming's head and brought his face close to the photos.

"Yes, open your eyes and take a look. Isn't this your masterpiece? How long did it take you to kill all seven members of the family? Five minutes? Ten minutes?"

"No, I don't want to look, I didn't kill anyone!" Su Ming struggled, but he was not as strong as the other party. He was pressed sideways on the table, with those photos in front of him.

There is no doubt that the background color of those photos is all red.

"It's useless to deny it. Tell me, do you enjoy killing people? Have you done disgusting things to corpses?"

"What?! No, I didn't!"

Another fat policeman stood up and rubbed his fingers twice against the large mirror on the side of the interrogation room. However, maybe because there was too much flesh on his palms, the snap of his fingers did not ring at all.

But there must be someone familiar with him outside the door. Following this action, the small red light on the closed-circuit surveillance camera in the corner of the interrogation room went out.

The fat man came over, grabbed Su Ming's hair, and punched him in the face, followed by another punch in his chest.

"Cough cough cough..."

These two punches were so heavy that stars appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't breathe. His vision instantly went dark.

Perhaps the fat policeman was getting more motivated, so he followed up by using a combination of punches on him as if he were a punching bag, and he cursed while hitting him.

"I like to hurt you like this pervert, especially you, bang! Please can't afford the abnormality of a lawyer!"

Su Ming's mouth was full of the smell of blood. He could hardly hear anything and could only be beaten passively.

"Hey...that's enough. Don't beat me to death." The other policeman started to act like a good guy. This was an interrogation tactic.

The boxing champion policeman moved his neck, a proud smile appeared on his fat face, and he adjusted his sleeves while panting: "It's okay, the lawyers, the procuratorate, and the court are all just people. Even if this kind of pervert is killed, he is still doing harm to the people." ”

Another policeman hurried over and stopped him. While pretending to push him, he turned to Su Ming and said, "Speak quickly. If you do, you don't need to be beaten."

"I...I didn't kill anyone..." Su Ming lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The two policemen who were listening attentively started making noise again. One seemed to be about to rush over, while the other tried his best to stop them and twisted into a ball.

"That's enough, get out." Just when the farce couldn't end, the door of the interrogation room opened.

A slender figure in a suit walked in. Her hair was tied on top of her head, and she had a pair of black-framed eyes on her nose. Her face was expressionless, and she looked like a very serious woman.

And she shouldn't be very old, because there isn't even a wrinkle on her face.

"Inspector."

The two fat policemen lowered their heads in disappointment. They had clues, but unfortunately they lacked key evidence. However, the suspect refused to confess, which made them embarrassed.

Before the arrest and interrogation, they read the information. Su Ming's past experience was very simple. They thought they could easily break through the opponent's defense line, but they didn't expect that they were unable to do so even though they used various methods.

You can't use torture. A few beatings are fine. If you beat him a few more times, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will come to your door.

"It's none of your business here. I'll take over." The female police officer pushed up her glasses.

She was the detective, and those two fat men were just detectives.

The fat men walked out and closed the door. The policewoman took out a handkerchief and knelt down to wipe Su Ming's face. After making sure that she couldn't see anything, she went back behind the table and pulled a chair to sit down.

At this time, the recording camera in the room started operating again.

"How do you remember Mr. Wilson?" Her voice was very cold, and she determined that he was a perverted murderer.

"I didn't kill anyone." Su Ming calmed down a lot and spat aside.

"But the bodies are there, not only the editor-in-chief Fischer who was kind to you, but also his bedridden wife, his son, daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren. You killed them all."

The female police officer picked up the pile of photos and placed them one by one in front of Su Ming.

It has to be said that these people all died miserably. Without looking at the blood stains and pieces of flesh, just by looking at their expressions, you can tell that they have experienced terrible torture and endless fear.

"It wasn't me."

The female police officer's face twitched, and her beautiful face was a little distorted. She blew out some air from her nostrils, then seemed to suppress the anger in her heart, sat down on the table, and bent her upper body condescendingly.

"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Kara Danvers. I am the homicide detective of the Metropolitan Central Police Department. Don't think that because I am a woman, it is easy to be deceived. I have brought hundreds of criminals to justice so far in my work. You are no match for me."

"But I really didn't kill anyone." Su Ming didn't know what to say anymore. He could only keep repeating that he was not the murderer. He had no grievances with the editor, so why did he kill his whole family?

"Okay." Kara shrank back, and she began to take out other reports from the folder: "According to the witness, a conflict broke out between you and the editor during the day yesterday, and you threatened to kill his whole family. Is it true? "

"That...yes, but that's not a conflict, it's just a joke."

Su Ming did say this yesterday, when the editor-in-chief told him: "If you can't find valuable news anymore, get out of the editorial department and sell your butt while you're young."

And he was used to the editor's foul language, so he laughed and scolded him back: "Then you are my regular customer?"

The editor-in-chief smiled and chased the person out of his office: "If you keep talking nonsense, if my wife hears it, I will have no choice but to kill your whole family and silence you!"

Su Ming said with a smile as he left: "No, then I have to strike first and kill your whole family first, because my girlfriend is more beautiful. It would be a pity to die."

The editor-in-chief closed the office door: "Go and find the news!"

This conversation was heard by many colleagues at the time, but everyone was used to it. Su Ming was not the only one in the editorial department talking nonsense to the editor. On the contrary, because everyone was under great work pressure, swearing was a daily habit.

Some people also say that they want to dig out the skeleton of the editor-in-chief’s old mother and grind it into powder to use as coffee companion, but how can this be taken seriously?

If he is really the murderer, how can there be a murderer who personally warns that he is going to kill someone? Isn't he just waiting to be caught?