Chapter 378 Police Speculation

The shop owner looked at the lawyer with some worry, thinking that this man must not cause trouble in my place.

Ever since he was looking for something on the ground and turned around to see himself, he screamed at a high decibel level and danced, as if he had suffered a mental breakdown.

The shopkeeper could smell a strange smell coming out. He saw water dripping from the other party's trouser legs, and showed a disgusted expression.

This was definitely something he had smoked. He shook his head, took out his cell phone and dialed the hospital, sighing at the same time.

Now I have to clean up again, it’s just a small business, right?

At this time, the man opposite was sitting on the ground trembling, watching the shop owner keep retreating, then he got up and ran away, reaching the crowd.

Passers-by looked at him strangely.

The man wanted to ask for help from these passers-by, but after seeing their faces, he became even more frightened and hid in a deserted place and huddled up.

People were pointing at him.

Soon the ambulance arrived and took the man to the hospital.

The doctor looked at the man who was struggling on the hospital bed and had no choice but to be injected with a sedative and tied to the bed and asked: "What's going on? Do you need to be transferred to a mental hospital?"

The nurse on the side said: "According to witnesses, this person was quite normal at first, but suddenly he had a mental breakdown, yelling like crazy, as if he was afraid of other people around him."

The doctor shook his head and said, "Let's do a urine test and call the police."

In the police station, Ye Fei, who occasionally paid attention to this scene, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He just taught this ungrateful guy a lesson.

The ability he exerted on the other party made the other party's emotions sensitive, stimulating the most profound terrifying memories in his consciousness, and these hallucinations appeared along the way, eventually making him lose his mind little by little and be swallowed by fear.

Returning to his side, he glanced at the live broadcast room, and the barrage inside had already filled the screen.

Netizens were shocked by the scene where he just attacked the lawyer, and they were doing all kinds of things.

Ye Fei ignored this. He had learned about the progress of their investigation from the police.

Not only did they now identify the deceased, they also found a suspect based on the clues he gave.

Officer Li took Ye Fei to the interrogation room, and Ye Fei saw the confused and agitated people inside through the glass.

The other party was constantly explaining that he did not know the deceased, but the repeated questioning by the police opposite him annoyed him.

"Since you don't know the deceased, why were you so hesitant when we showed you the photo? Do you recognize him or not?"

"And you'd better explain why you make so many statues of the dead?"

The man spread his hands and said speechlessly: "I have said it many times."

"I just felt like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while, so I stared at it for a long time."

"But I'm sure I haven't seen her recently."

The policeman sneered.

"Have you not seen her recently? This is not necessarily true. After all, the deceased was in the town that night. Maybe you met and had a dispute, so you killed her."

The man scratched his head and said, "I haven't. I haven't killed anyone, and I haven't seen her. I didn't come back to live in the town to meet more people. I am alone almost every day and don't want to get close to anyone."

The policeman continued: "Speaking of how you are so rich and talented in art, why don't you stay in a big city and come to live in a small town like this? Is it because there is no surveillance here and it is easy to kill people and dump their bodies?"

The man laughed angrily.

"That's right. Anyway, I didn't kill anyone."

he added again.

"This is the place where I lived in my childhood, and I like to be quiet. Living in this small town makes me very comfortable. Do I need to explain this? It's not just me. Basically all people who engage in art are like this. Like seclusion.”

"In addition, you said that I came to settle in the town just for the convenience of killing people. There are almost no outsiders in our town. The death of just one person will alarm the whole town. The first person to suspect is a strange face like me. What kind of convenience is this? I It’s impossible to attack local people, right? Did I know beforehand that this woman was coming to the town recently, so I attacked?”

The policeman said, "Well, your explanation makes sense."

"Maybe you just like killing people with passion. Aren't you artists all like that? You have a little weird mind."

The man leaned back in his chair and didn't want to talk anymore.

The policeman asked again: "You haven't answered my other question yet, why did you make so many sculptures for the deceased?"

The man was stunned for a moment, his face seemed a little reluctant, and he said: "Whether you believe it or not, I have said it many times, and now I will say it one last time."

"I didn't make sculptures of the deceased. If you look closely at the sculptures and all my past social media messages, I have been creating various sculptures based on this face for several years. , almost all of them are based on it, she is my muse.”

"How could I possibly have known the deceased a few years ago?"

"To tell you the truth, I did not use any models to provide inspiration when creating these sculptures. This face is completely made up by me."

"I don't know since when, this face has always appeared in my memory. It seems that I am very familiar with her and I can't forget it, but I still can't remember where I saw it."

"I have looked for it countless times over the years, but there is still no answer."

"As for why it looks so similar to the photo of the deceased, is it pure coincidence?"

"Why did I just feel weird when I first saw the photo, and didn't feel that I knew her? It's because my subconscious mind is too familiar with the face of my muse. I have seen it too many times, so there is no feature in my mind, so I didn't think the photo was very similar at first."

"And in my eyes, there are still some differences between the two faces. Of course, you laymen can't tell them apart."

He said, and stopped talking.

The policeman on the opposite side knocked on the table and said, "You said you were creating those sculptures a year ago. Is there such a possibility?"

"You met the deceased a few years ago, and you fell in love, so you created a lot of sculptures for her."

"But later you got tired of her and abandoned her. In order to avoid her, you returned to the town where you were born."

"But she still came with great difficulty, but you found her annoying. In the end, you couldn't stand it anymore, so you asked her out and killed her."

The man on the opposite side kept shaking his head as he listened.