Chen Mo was squatting in the corner of the interrogation room when he realized that he could hear other people's voices. The suspect opposite rubbed his hands and said, "I don't know anything," but deep in his heart, scarlet words exploded: "Why haven't the police found the bones under the bed?"
He looked sharply at the detective captain. The captain knocked on the table: "Xiao Chen, why are you so dazed?" But Chen Mo heard him roaring in his heart: "This guy is distracted again! Last time he said he heard the deceased crying for injustice, which made me search the morgue!"
While investigating the scene in the early morning, Chen Mo touched the voice recorder under the deceased's pillow. The suspect's voice echoed in the room: "I didn't kill you!" But the voice in his heart was like a poisonous snake spitting a message: "She discovered the secret and deserved to be cut into pieces."
When Chen Mo touched the bloody ax under the bed, there were footsteps behind him. The suspect smiled and handed over the water glass: "Thank you, Officer Chen." And Chen Mo heard the words rolling in his skull: "As long as you drink this cup of cyanide, no one will know about the bones." In the reflection of the cup wall, he saw a thin line of blood seeping out of his ear hole, which was the sound of countless innocent souls breaking through the dam.
