All the adults present fell silent after the child's words, and the atmosphere in the room instantly fell into freezing point. Sun Jianguo first reacted and acted to snatch the child from his mother's arms and prepare to beat him up.

"This guy has a good idea. He dares to say such things. I call you a piss, I call you a piss!"

The mother of the child knows that her husband is in a stimulating mood and is really likely to beat the child, so she holds the child tightly and dares not hand over the child out.

The couple immediately started to pull up.

"Sun Jianguo, please be careful, what are you doing!"

Fatty Wu shouted seriously at this time.

"You are a people's policeman. Look at how you look now, do you want domestic violence?"

Sun Jianguo didn't really want to beat the child. In his opinion, the child was just talking nonsense and making jokes about his dead father. At that moment, he was also shocked by the child's words. When people are emotionally out of control, it is easy to cause them to lose control in their actions.

"Sorry, Team Wu." Sun Jianguo lowered his head and kept gasping, but his eyes still glanced at the bed from time to time.

"Removing the photo of the living room, do you have more time to take care of the child as a grandparent since he was a child?" Liang Chuan said at this time.

"Yes, the couple is busy with work, and the child has been taken care of by grandparents at home since childhood." The child's mother replied.

"Well, putting the photo in the living room can easily cause psychological hints to the child. Now the children have many channels to access information. You should try to be ashamed as possible. Don't show too much in front of the child. His grandfather left, but he hasn't reacted to his mentality, but he knows that death is a very terrifying thing, so he created imagination for himself.

This requires attention from a young age, otherwise it is easy to suffer from some mental illnesses."

"I understand Consultant Liang, thank you." Sun Jianguo thanked Liang Chuan.

Next, everyone started to use supper. Perhaps because of the child's words, the atmosphere of supper was a bit awkward. After the meal, Fatty Wu did not stop and walked out of the community with Liang Chuan.

"Damn it, it's so unlucky." Fatty Wu spitted on the ground, then handed Liang Chuan a cigarette, "Chuan'er, are you just saying true?"

"What?" Liang Chuan seemed to not understand what Fatty Wu meant.

"It's that child, it's really just imagined by the child?" Fatty Wu's desire for knowledge seemed very strong. Of course, I guess everyone present would subconsciously think about this issue.

"Then what else do you need?" Liang Chuan smiled, lit the cigarette, took a sip, and spit out the smoke ring. "Or, if I explain that the child is young and his innate energy has not dissipated, so can I see those dirty things?"

Fatty Wu shook his head awkwardly. As a policeman, it is obviously inappropriate to believe such feudal superstitions.

"Dahai, are you afraid of ghosts?" Liang Chuan suddenly asked.

"What?" Fatty Wu was stunned for a moment, then took out his wallet, took out his ID from it and placed it in front of Liang Chuan. The national emblem on it shone brightly, "If you have this thing, I will never invade you."

When they arrived by the car, the two got into the car together.

"Chuan'er, I really want to hear what happened to you in recent years." Fatty Wu looked at Liang Chuan and said sincerely.

Liang Chuan did not respond.

Fatty Wu was no longer forced to do anything. He drove Liang Chuan downstairs at his "Ming Department Store". At this time, the power supply had long been restored, and there were several barbecue stalls and hair salons on the street with lights on.

"Don't you come up and sit down?" Liang Chuan said to Fatty Wu in the car at the door.

"Forget it, let's go next time." Fatty Wu really didn't want to go to bed soon and went to the underworld shop for a visit. He was worried that it would affect his sleep quality tonight.

After Wu Dahai drove away, Liang Chuan opened the door and walked into his store. His home was on the second floor above the store.

The lights turned on, Liang Chuan closed the door and walked up to the second floor. At the entrance of the second floor, he took off his leather shoes and arranged them neatly along the line of the tiles. Then he carefully adjusted to ensure that the placement was tightly placed, and then walked into the room covered with tatami.

"Meow."

A cat with all white body crawled on the windowsill. When Liang Chuan came back, he raised his head and called, and then crawled back again. Just now, it showed its only respect to his master.

The bedroom is very simple, with a quilt, a pillow, and an old-fashioned audio recorder. There is no other furnishings, which makes the originally small room look a little empty.

Turn on the recorder, push in the tape, press the play button,

The weird tune of "Blood Spread" begins to flow,

It seemed like there was a layer of frost that began to gradually penetrate into every corner of the room.

Liang Chuan closed his eyes and lay down. The light in the bedroom was still on. He needed light, even when he fell asleep. He was not afraid of the darkness, but the light could give people a feeling that he was being watched. What he disliked was the quietness and the absence of people in the narrow space.

"Meow."

The white cat screamed again, then jumped off the windowsill and lay down beside Liang Chuan.

This cat, whose name is "Pu'er", is another owner of this family.

The music kept circulating, and in this atmosphere, Liang Chuan began to fall asleep.

……………………

The darkness began to slowly come, and Liang Chuan seemed to see the boy named Sun Xiaoqiang standing in front of his mother with a pen. His mother covered her eyes and wailed in pain. Blood began to drip out between his fingers;

He seemed to see a cold old man lying beside a child's bed. The old man's cheeks were red. The makeup was too thick. The old man's lips were no longer a loving smile, but instead had a strange look, like a pale paper man.

The surroundings began to become more and more closed, bringing fear and depression.

By the end,

Liang Chuan saw a red high heeled shoe falling in front of him.

"Pu"

It made an extremely crisp sound.

"call…………"

Liang Chuan opened his eyes suddenly, and he could feel that he had already been sweating profusely.

Pu'er was awakened. It just looked at Liang Chuan a little tiredly, as if saying, "Is it a nightmare again?"

I got up, pressed the pause button on the recorder, poured myself a glass of ice water, looked at the time, and only three hours had passed.

There was no TV in the bedroom, and there was no other entertainment. Liang Chuan was standing by the windowsill with water. The street was completely deserted. Occasionally, some sounds came from afar, but they would not break the main theme of the silence of the night.

The phone rang downstairs at this time, Liang Chuan went downstairs and picked up his phone from the counter.

"Hello."

"Chuan'er, sorry, something happened, you have to come." The other end of the phone was Fatty Wu's voice.

"What's wrong?" Liang Chuan had no expression on his face.

"A corpse was found in a well in Xi Village. What you told me before. If you want to write a psychological profile, it is best to let you come to the scene as soon as possible to experience the atmosphere. I will send someone to pick you up now?"

"Okay." Liang Chuan nodded, hung up the phone, and started to wear clothes.

The clothes I was going to wear today were already ready. Liang Chuan changed himself, stood in front of the mirror, meticulously tidied up his outfit. Behind him were rows of wreaths, which were naturally reflected in the mirror.

Liang Chuan felt that he was personally sorting out his own face.

sacred,

Cold.

"Meow."

Pu'er appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

"I'll go out and you'll see the house."

As if he understood the words, Pu'er returned to the upper floor.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside. Liang Chuan opened the door and came to pick him up with a female police officer, very young and a little thin.

"Hello, Consultant Liang, my name is Qin Tao. You can call me Taozi. Team Wu asked me to pick you up."

Liang Chuan nodded and got into her police car.

It is not a great pleasure to wander in a cold police car in the second middle of the night. At least, for most normal people, sitting in a police car may feel more unbearable than sitting in a taxi full of smoke.

"You're very nervous." Liang Chuan, who was sitting in the back seat, said.

"No, no, I'm not nervous, I'm just a little cold." The female detective said a little crampedly.

"The physiological perception of cold and psychological tension sometimes are very similar." Liang Chuan did not continue to drag on this topic, but said, "Tell me the case."

"The corpse found in the well in the fields was discovered by farmers tonight when they were preparing to pump water. The corpse was so rotten that it could not be seen."

Liang Chuan shook his head slightly and gave up asking this new detective.

A quarter of an hour later, the police car drove into the west village area and stopped in the fields east of the village. Many villagers were gathered here to watch the fun. The police had already controlled the cleaning of the scene and set up a cordon.

"Chuan'er, you're here." Fatty Wu ran straight to the scene with his nose and led Liang Chuan to the first scene. "There is no one to use this well, so it will only be remembered when irrigating the fields. The body is already highly decayed, and when it is discovered, it has its head down and feet up."

Liang Chuan looked at the well. It was not very big and was surrounded by fields. Usually, villagers would not come here to get it by drinking water. Basically, each family had their own well water or tap water was used.

"Where is the corpse?" Liang Chuan asked.

"Oh, the corpse is here, come with me." Fatty Wu called Liang Chuan to the place where the simple tent was set up on one side. He lifted the tent. Fat Wu narrowed his eyes. It was because the corpse inside was too "unbearable to look at it".

A female forensic doctor in white was squatting beside the corpse for examination.

"Jian Hong, our team's new forensic doctor, Lao Fang has retired before." Wu Dahai introduced to Liang Chuan.

"Captain Wu, Consultant Liang." Jian Hong is very tall, with a melon-shaped face and black-framed glasses, giving people an intellectual beauty, but her profession can indeed give ordinary people a special feeling.

"How is the inspection?" Wu Dahai asked.

"The deceased weighed about 90 kilograms before his death, between 30 and 40 years old, and the death time is expected to be 3 months to 1 year ago.

The wellhead was very small, with a diameter of only 33cm, and the body was almost forced into it.
To be continued...