Chapter 304: Sunset Fence

"Everything just now was captured by the surveillance probe. Chen Zhuo has been controlled by us. No one will replace the surveillance content tonight," Qi Fei said. "Song Yun, you are arrested for murdering Ma Ziqiang and Lin Yu."

Song Yun, who had already lost her soul, was dragged up by Qi Fei and handcuffed.

When she passed by Zhong Kui, she raised her head and asked: "Can you tell that boy named Lin Yu for me? Tell him I am very sorry."

Zhong Kui responded expressionlessly: "I can't help you. What happened just now was just a trick to deceive you, just like Xi He deceived you. We are all just madmen who like to play with people, not gods or ghosts."

Song Yun said confusedly: "It's possible that I wrote out the letter Lin Yu gave me completely. That letter was burned by me. In this world, except for me and Lin Yu, it is impossible for a third person to know the content on it."

Qi Fei answered for Zhong Kui: "It's very simple. He tore the letter written to you from the memo pad, but the next page still left the imprint of the text. According to the interaction between him and the so-called Kong Xiaowen we have mastered, it is not difficult to replicate the content on the letter."

"Whether there is Lin Yu's ghost or not, it doesn't change the fact that you killed an innocent person. Even if you go to hell, you can't get rid of this sense of guilt," Zhong Kui said ruthlessly.

The sunset leaked in from the small window, pulling the shadow of the detention center's fence very long.

Chen Zhuo curled up in the corner, his eyes listless.

The sound of high heels came, and he trembled all over just hearing the first sound.

That dirty corner seemed to become the only source of his sense of security. He shrank back again, hoping to escape the person who was about to appear.

Zhong Kui's exquisite figure moved in the light separated by the fence. After a while, that porcelain doll-like face appeared in front of him.

"I said everything. What are you looking for me for?" Chen Zhuo buried his face in the shadow, not daring to look directly into Zhong Kui's eyes.

"You are very afraid of me?" Zhong Kui's voice was as clear as a wind chime, but I don't know why it made people's hair stand up. "Because I am very similar to that person?"

"No, no one in this world can be compared with God. I didn't say that," Chen Zhuo denied powerlessly.

"Hmm, I am not here to have these meaningless arguments with you today. Rest assured, I just want to confirm a small matter." Zhong Kui played with her hair, glancing at Chen Zhuo casually as if casually. "About that T-shirt, you lied. In fact, it was given to you by Xi He, right?"

Chen Zhuo didn't answer directly, just looked at the light and shadow moving slowly on the ground and muttered: "In fact, after Ma Ziqiang died, I was not afraid at all. He defiled Weiwei and completely destroyed our family. He deserved to die. But ever since we killed Lin Yu, I could never sleep well again. My God, what kind of terrible people did Ma Ziqiang turn us into? We actually killed an innocent person to cover up the crimes we committed.

At this time, God appeared. He was wearing white clothes, so holy. He said that everyone in the world is suffering, and Lin Yu is too. We didn't kill him, but helped him get liberated from this world full of suffering.

I think about it now, what an absurd statement, but I actually believed it deeply at that time."

"Not strange. People's cognition has a self-serving tendency. You were in the anxiety of killing Lin Yu at that time. Xi He just used your emotions and said what you were willing to believe." Zhong Kui didn't care.

"That clothes, he said it had his blessing. If I wore it, I could purify the sins on my body," Chen Zhuo said.

"Let me guess, not only you, but Song Yun and Wu Weiwei also became Xi He's believers. So when we asked about the clothes that day, you were afraid that saying Xi He would expose the secret connection between you and expose the crime, so you made up a lie?"

"Yes. When Weiwei was tricked by you, I knew we were finished. I understand now. The liberation God said is to let me accept punishment. To tell the truth, after being locked up here, I feel more at ease than outside.

I shouldn't have let hatred cover my eyes. When Weiwei was bullied by Ma Ziqiang, I should have called the police, but..." Speaking of this, Chen Zhuo's eyes suddenly opened wide, and tears fell straight down his cheeks. He choked and said, "But I know that if I called the police, both Weiwei and I would become laughing stocks for others. I would rather die than think of the eyes of my relatives and friends and my colleagues at that time. I would really rather die..."

"Hmm, as you wish, you are really going to die," Zhong Kui said calmly, stood up, "Anyway, accepting the sanctions of justice is better than dying in Xi He's hands. He definitely didn't tell you when he was bewitching you that everyone who became his believer eventually died.

In this point, he didn't lie to you. In his view, killing you is helping you get liberated from this world."

"Am I, really going to die?" Chen Zhuo muttered, reaching out to scratch his pale neck, scratching out red marks.

"Discovering now, as long as you can live, even if you only feel pain, it is good, right? Unfortunately, life is a one-way street, and there is no way back." Zhong Kui left. The light and shadow behind her dimmed with the sinking of the sunset, and the darkness gradually swallowed the road she walked, and also swallowed Chen Zhuo.

Outside the detention center, a thin old lady and a huge blue-gray cat stood side by side in the twilight.

Seeing Zhong Kui appear, Luosha stepped forward and rubbed her skirt affectionately, as if urging her to go home.

Zhong Kui brought rare gentleness and stroked Luosha's head: "Good boy, let's go home."

By the time Qi Fei found out where Zhong Kui went and drove to the detention center, the entrance was already empty.

He stood in the dark night in a daze, terrified to find that he could no longer remember the way to Zizai Shan in his mind—Zhong Kui didn't know when she hypnotized him and erased the only memory of where she lived.

Not far away, the police car drove by, and the phone in his pocket vibrated violently, urging him to answer the call.

"Brother Fei, something happened to Chen Zhuo. Where are you?" Wu Shanqiu'

"Brother Fei, you received the news too?" Wu Shanqiu was very surprised by Qi Fei's appearance at the detention center.

Qi Fei did not ask further and rushed into the detention center with her.

Under the pale lights, Chen Zhuo was curled up in a corner in a twisted posture, his eyes wide open and his face ferocious, his forehead covered in blood; he had been dead for some time.

"He took advantage of the guard shift change and died by violently slamming his head against the wall; it was suicide..." the detention center officer said.

But what Qi Fei saw was that he was still clutching a yellow paper iris in his hand...