Musen did not reveal himself. He quickly turned around and hid in a corner, and then silently observed the sneaky figure.

The weeds outside the building were too tall, blocking the figure of the man. However, judging from the size and posture, the person coming should not be the murderer of the case.

In fact, generally speaking, the chances of the murderer returning to the crime scene are very high. Especially the intentional homicide case with cruel means, whether out of anger or a rare murder that breaks the bottom line and constraints, are worthy of repeated reminiscence of the murderers. After all, murder is a rare experience and feeling that can be experienced once in a lifetime.

These are the results of Musen's research in depth in criminal psychology when handling cases over the years. Musen believes that the closer they are to the criminal's psychology, the easier it will be to arrest criminals. Because when reasoning encounters a bottleneck in solving cases, you can ask yourself, "If it were me, what should I do?" What's more, Musen and a capable partner like Mo Zichang.

So when Musen first discovered that someone was coming from the grass, he really thought it would be the murderer. But now it seems that the possibility is not high.

Because the figure was suspicious and sneaky, it didn't look like a murderer, but it looked more like a thief. But what else can I steal in this deserted wasteland?

Suddenly, Musen remembered his previous discovery. Could it be that this is the thief who steals the iron

Finally, the man leaned out of the weeds and walked out of the weeds. Judging from his appearance, he was a middle-aged man in his fifties. His face was covered in stubble and his clothes were worn. His already gray hair was sparsely pressed against a circle above his head. He was carrying a broken sack in his hand. He was tiptoing, looking around and preparing to enter the deserted building.

Mu Sen couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly, then followed him gently and followed the middle-aged man into the building.

The things that can be sold for money in this building have been swept away, and now there is only an empty shelf left here. But unexpectedly, the man actually dug up pieces of iron and large pieces of wood, and even didn't let go of paper clips. Mu Sen looked at it, and thought to himself in a bad mood: How embarrassing his life must be

No matter what he did, it was the God who really lived up to his hard work. When the man was searching with all his might, he finally dug out a small piece of steel bar in the corner of the first layer of wood.

The man was very happy and wore his arms to put it into his sack. But he didn't notice that the piece of steel bar was in concrete, so no matter how much effort he put in to pull it out, it wouldn't be pulled out.

Musen stood not far behind him, leaning his head with his hands in his arms and watching the man working hard. However, the man himself had no idea and was still selflessly trying to compete with the reinforced concrete.

Finally, Mu Sen couldn't stand it anymore. He walked gently to the man's back and asked softly: "It's not easy to do, do you need help?"

The man didn't look up and continued to pull the steel bar hard and said, "I'm not it that I'm going to work hard and I have to bring a hacksaw next time."

Halfway through the talk, the man suddenly stopped all the movements in his hand and froze there.

Musen still stood behind him with his hands behind his back. The man didn't dare to move. He was frozen there, and cold sweat had flowed down his temples.

Suddenly, the man screamed: "Ghost" and ran away without even looking back.

Musen's reaction was fast, and after all, he was young, and his legs were much faster than that man. So before the man could take two steps, Musen was already blocking him.

The man didn't dare to open his eyes, just shouted: "Ghost" and then turned around and prepared to continue running.

Mu Sen was surprised now. This old man was a thief at most. Can he be so sucked to be so slaughtered? Besides, what he is afraid of now is to be caught and sent to the official position. Why would he keep calling "ghost"? He really thought this was a ghost building

Musen caught up with the man a few steps, then grabbed him and said, "You see clearly, I look like a ghost, which ghost will come out in broad daylight."

The man was trembling and did not dare to open his eyes, and he muttered like he was muttering words like "Amitabha"

Mu Sen was a little helpless. He pulled away the man's hands, forced him to face him, and said solemnly: "You open your eyes and look at me. I am not a ghost, and I am not a policeman. How many bad things have you done, so I am so scared."

Now, the man finally opened his eyes and looked at Musen in confusion.

Seeing this, Mu Sen let go of his hands with sincerity and sorted out his clothes so that the man could see more clearly that he was not a demon, nor was he the policeman who wanted to arrest him.

But unexpectedly, after looking at it for a while, the man asked secretly: "You are here to steal the iron, you are too late, there is no more."

"" Mu Sen stood there blankly, then looked down at his outfit. Apart from staying up late and staying up a little haggard, how could he look like an iron thief? This old man actually regarded Mu Sen as an accomplice.

Musen got lucky and explained to the man: "Don't get me wrong, you are not from the same job. I would like to ask, are you a resident living nearby?"

The man glanced at Musen and smiled, "Nothing, is there a house nearby?"

""Musen, who has always been good at eloquence, was choked speechless now.

After breathing another breath, Musen simply took out his cigarette and handed it to the man and said, "Brother, you have worked hard just now. Come and smoke a cigarette."

The man was not polite, so he took the cigarette and looked at it and said, "Oh, it seems that you are really different from me. This is a good cigarette."

Musen smiled and lit a cigarette for the man. Of course, he would not miss the opportunity to absorb nicotine. After all, Musen found a large piece of flat concrete slab and sat down, and invited the man to say, "Come on, brother, sit down and take a break and smoke a cigarette."

As a person in the "fume", the man took off a lot of guarding attitude. He sat next to Musen easily, took a few puffs of cigarettes and asked, "Young man, no one is here for what you come here to do."

Musen did not answer this question, but asked back: "Do you think there are ghosts here?"

The man's eyes drifted away, and he pondered for a moment and replied: "There must be there. The unjustly dead ghost, the unjustly dead ghost, the lonely ghost"

Musen looked at the man's side face and had already thought about his own ideas. This person must have been from the village once, because from his eyes, Musen saw his attachment and familiarity with this land. That was not the expression that an ordinary homeless man would have.

Capturing this subtle expression change, Musen asked in his own way: "Can you tell me the ghost story here?"

"Aren't you afraid?" The man turned his head and looked at Musen.

Musen smiled frankly and said, "It's considered that there is an unjust death, but it's not me who killed me. Why am I afraid?"

The man nodded: "Well, the young man has a good impression of his good intentions."

Musen knew that if he came up and asked the man directly what was going on in that village, what was going on in this building, and what was going on with the four hooligans, he would definitely scare him away. He was not the murderer, and asking these questions too directly would only arouse others' alertness and disgust. Moreover, it can be seen that although this man stole the iron, he was an honest man. Honest people would inevitably be afraid of getting into trouble, so Musen could not put pressure on him, and could only make him tell what Musen wanted in different ways.

The man put down the sack in his hand, patted the dirt on his body and said, "Okay, there is nothing to do anyway. Today I think I'm telling you a story."

"Thank you." Musen said, putting the cigarette box and the fire between the two. He understood that most of the reason why this man was willing to stay was because of this cigarette.

The man pointed to the weeds that were more than half a person tall outside and said, "Do you know, this was once a village, and the locations of those weeds were originally places for children to play with. And this building is the small alley in the village."

Musen also replied frankly: "I have heard that the villages here have been renovated and demolished, where have they been moved?"

"Hmph Reconstruction" The man showed a hint of anger and contempt on his face, and then said: "They all speak better than singing, and say that for the poor people here, but in the end, they just made the people here poorer and more miserable than before, and we will always suffer."

During the man's indignant confiscation, Musen finally confirmed some information. This person was indeed a resident of the old village. It seemed that he had found the right person this time.

"You lived here as soon as you were living here," Musen asked with great interest as if he pretended to be unaware of it.

The man took another cigarette, lit it himself and replied: "Yes, this place turned out to be my home. Three generations of our age and our family have lived here all the time. But later this tall building like Leifeng Tower pressed on our heads, leaving us homeless."

"Don't all homelessness have to be properly placed?" Mu Sen looked at the man with a vicissitudes in front of him in confusion.

"Haha, we will be happy when we hear the result of your outsiders' statement. But unfortunately, that's not the truth. The fact is that our home has become a sea of ​​fire overnight, and many elderly and children have not escaped. What's more cruel is still behind. This is why I said there must be ghosts in this place. The injustice is too heavy, too heavy." As he said, the man took a deep breath of cigarettes and lowered his head, with tears in the corners of his eyes. ~Search the basket color and read the following chapters in full text

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