156: , Forget about going out

, Forget about going out

I was taken to the police station by the police. They asked me how the bus stopped halfway yesterday and why they weren't in it.

The driver and the conductor were on the evening bus. The last bus did not change every day.

The last time he heard the conductor chatting with the passengers, this bus had been running for five or six years.

In other words, the people in town were very familiar with them.

I told the police honestly," When the car drove to that place yesterday, the tire burst. The driver and the conductor went to the town to find someone to change the tire."

"It was the driver who went alone. The conductor said that she had come for a month and wanted to buy something for women."

"Later, I didn't see them come back all night. I knew you guys were here to wake me up."

She said she didn't see him, but I did.

When he saw the conductor, he heard a man's voice.

However, from the blood on the conductor's body, if she really returned to the car, there would be blood on the ground.

Obviously, when I got out of the car, there was nothing.

Along the way, it would be obvious that the police were not blind.

The policeman nodded at me when he heard what I said. "But last night, no one in town saw them."

"In town, there's no place to repair cars, and there's no shop selling tyres."

There was obvious suspicion on the policeman's face. He did n' t believe me and thought I was lying.

But what I didn't expect was that there was no repair shop in town...

"This is true!"

I said anxiously," I was in the car last night. There was a woman who stayed with me in the car. "But when I woke up, I didn't see her."

I didn't mean to suspect that the woman in red had killed someone.

He wanted to prove that I had an alibi.

"That woman is wearing a red dress. Many people know about her."

I added.

When the police heard what I said, they stared at me strangely for a while." Yesterday, I took the last bus. When everyone gets off the bus, no one will get on the bus."

"You're the only passenger."

The police were right. From town to where the car stopped, there wouldn't be any residents.

Plus, everyone in the last bus knew what time it was.

It was impossible for him to walk a bit earlier.

It was already five or six years ago, and they were always on time.

When I heard this, I shook my head and denied it. "No, it's not like that!"

"There's another person in the car, a woman. She's wearing red. "Everyone has seen it before!"

The policeman pointed at me and said," The only passenger on the bus was dressed in red."

When I heard this, I looked at myself in a daze.

Only then did she realize that... It was indeed red.

This was impossible!

I never liked this eye-catching red. I couldn't possibly like this rose-red.

None of my clothes were red.

When I saw that I was wearing a red dress, it looked familiar. It was the same as that woman's dress.

When I sat down earlier, I felt a little awkward in my pants.

At this moment, I couldn't help but stretch out my hand to pull the clothes on my pants. I only knew how long it was.

It was obviously a dress.

My heart sank. Could it be that woman had changed her clothes to me while I was sleeping?

No matter how I slept, I wouldn't be able to find out.

What was going on?

I was a little confused. The police would speak to me. "You should stay at the police station for now. We have reason to suspect that you have something to do with this before we find out."

"No, I can't stay here. I want to go home."

When I heard that I was about to be detained, I suddenly stood up.

It had been two days and I hadn't returned in two days, so I forgot to leave a note.

If Rong Ci knew that I didn't say hello for a few days and did n' t return, he would definitely be angry when he came to find me.

The police ignored me and directly detained me in a room.

How the conductor died and how the driver died had nothing to do with me.

I just took that bus...

Even if I broke my throat in the detention room, I didn't see any police responding to me.

When I was tired from shouting, a voice came from next door. "Stop shouting. It's useless."

It was a man's voice. From his voice, he should be in his twenties or thirties.

I sat down and leaned against the wall without saying anything.

Then, I heard his voice again. "If you're in, do n' t even think about going out."

Don't think about going out?

Wasn't this a joke!

I had nothing to do with this matter. After all, it wasn't the same as when I was old. It was n' t a technology that was developed. There wasn't such a technology for collecting fingerprints on the spot.

Wouldn't it be enough to prove who killed someone and check their fingerprints?

What I had never done, how could I be wronged? 2

The reason why a police officer was a police officer was to blame a good person and not let a bad person go?

I don't know why this man was locked up. I' m not interested in this.

He was locked up early in the morning. By noon, someone at the police station had delivered dinner.

It was a meal delivered by a woman and she was wearing an apron.

She opened the door and handed in a bowl with two steamed buns and pickled vegetables.

I was hungry. I didn't eat last night, and I did n' t eat breakfast today.

At noon, his hungry stomach started to growl and he reached out to take it. "Thank you!"

The woman looked at me expressionlessly and responded with a bang. The door was closed.

I didn't care about this. I took the steamed bread and started eating it. People felt hungry and everything was fragrant.

I thought I would be locked up for at least one day and then released.

Since the police had already investigated this matter, they didn't eat anything.

The first day passed, and the next day, there was no movement. I waited for the third day.

When I saw that no one had arrived yet, it was the woman who sent me food. I slapped the iron door and kept shouting and letting me out.

No one responded to me or opened the door.

I sat down dejectedly and shouted that I was tired...

He couldn't help but think of what the man next door had said. If he came in, he would n' t have to leave.

Had he been locked up for a long time?

Thinking of this, I tentatively patted the wall and asked. "Hey, is there anyone next door?"

"Is there anything?"

That person answered me. When I heard him speak, I hurriedly asked him. "Why did you come in here?" "Have you been locked up for a long time?"

When I asked this, he didn't respond to me as quickly as he did.

He probably asked about the pain, so he didn't have to answer me.

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