He is infinitely reborn in a loop

One is born, the second is cooked.

Wu Yuan sat in the reception room of the police station, staring at the paper cup in front of him in a daze.

A police officer appeared behind the rising fog, a notebook in hand.There was a faint voice outside the house, and Wu Yuan knew that it was someone else taking notes.

Before the police officer finished asking about the household registration process, Wu Yuan said directly, "Can I see your yellow team?"

The police officer was a little surprised. He covered his right ear, and seemed to have received some reply before saying, "Wait a minute."

Soon, Huang Zonglin walked in.

There was a strong smell of smoke on his body, Wu Yuan pinched his nose lightly and took a breath of fresh air.

"Hello, Huang Zonglin, deputy captain of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment."

Seeing him take out a certificate, Wu Yuan nodded politely.

Huang Zonglin asked: "Do you know me?"

Wu Yuan hesitated for a while: "I don't know."

Huang Zonglin glanced casually, but Wu Yuan knew that it was a suspicious look.

Huang Zonglin picked up the notebook and read the information on it: "Wu Yuan, male, 23 years old. He is a graduate student at the School of Drama and is also a part-time screenwriter for Guomao Film and Television."

Wu Yuan nodded: "Yes."

"Young and promising." Huang Zonglin boasted without emotion, "Can I ask you about your relationship with Wu Yu?"

Wu Yuan replied: "My friend, I met you after collaborating on a song before."

When Huang Zonglin asked, he read the transcript by the way, but he didn't say a few words, just three questions about Wu Yuan's household registration—who, where he came from, and what he wanted to do.

He put down the notebook, picked up the glass bottle on the table and poured a glass of water, took a sip himself, and asked Wu Yuan if he wanted it.

Of course Wu Yuan knew that these were just relaxation rituals before the conversation, so he let Captain Huang add water to him, and thanked him politely, as if it really eased the atmosphere.

Huang Zonglin held the cup in his hand and asked, "How is the relationship?"

Wu Yuan answered truthfully: "Very good, he and I still have a lot of song collaborations going on."

"For the three suspects at the scene." Huang Zonglin put down his water glass, and took out three photos from his coat pocket—it seemed to be ID photos in a large database.

He put the photo in front of Wu Yuan and asked, "Do you know them?"

Wu Yuan pondered for a moment: "Theoretically speaking, I should only know Lin Dawei. At that time, when I was looking for Wu Yu to cooperate in composing the music, I found Lin Dawei first, and then he built the bridge. Then I met Wu Yu."

"Actually?" Huang Zonglin's tone rose slightly, "You scriptwriters are so picky about words."

"..." Wu Yuan supported the mirror frame, "Let me talk about the other two."

Wu Yuan pointed at Cheng Ling's photo and said, "Cheng Ling is Wu Yu's... You can understand it as an illegitimate fan. He is a very crazy fan and has been chasing Wu Yu for two years."

"And Ji Long." Wu Yuan looked at the last photo, the middle-aged man stared at the camera with a hypocritical face, the greasy feeling overflowing the photo paper made him feel uncomfortable.

He looked away and said with great disgust, "I only know that he is the CEO of Star Entertainment, which is the brokerage company that Wu Yu belongs to."

"As you said." Huang Zonglin was keenly aware of Wu Yuan's attitude, so he put away the other photos, leaving only Ji Long's photo, as if deliberately disgusting Wu Yuan.

He asked: "Ji Long is the person you are least familiar with among the three. Why did you insist that Ji Long was the murderer from the moment you reported the crime?"

Wu Yuan was silent, his face was probably pale and ugly.

It was only an hour ago that I came to this conclusion.

At that time, Ji Long pretended to comfort him, but Wu Yuan smelled him when he approached, thus confirming this fact.

Huang Zonglin pulled the stool beside him and sat down.At this moment, the middle-aged police officer's aura was no longer so oppressive, and he was speaking in a gentle tone.

"Is there something unspeakable?" Huang Zonglin pressed his hand lightly on Ji Long's photo, "This is the Public Security Bureau, you can say it with confidence. If Ji Long ever threatens you, please believe that we will protect you. "

Wu Yuan took off his silver-rimmed glasses, rubbed his forehead, and asked a little tiredly: "Captain Huang, if the reason I want to say is outrageous, are you still willing to listen?"

"No matter how outrageous it is, please speak out." Huang Zonglin was very firm.

Wu Yuan nodded, he felt a great sense of security, and planned to fully explain.

So he took a sip of water—it was completely cool, and began to narrate.

"Actually, it's not the first time I saw Wu Yu being killed. He was already dead in the cycle..." Wu Yuan stretched out his hand and counted, "Six times. Of these six times, the first two died from cutting his throat, the third The first time he died from being stabbed in the heart with a knife, the fourth time he died from being beaten by a steel pipe, the fifth time he died from an electric shock, and the sixth time is this time, just like the third time, he died from being stabbed in the heart with a knife.”

Huang Zonglin stretched out his hand to interrupt: "Wait a minute, why did Wu Yu die so many times?"

"Because it's a cycle." Wu Yuan sorted out the language and tried to explain clearly, "It's like a song. After you start the single cycle, the song will return to the song and start playing again."

"You mean, the time loop?"

"Yes, the starting point of the cycle is 18 o'clock, and the ending point is 0 o'clock in the evening."

"Assuming everything you said is true, time loops like a song..." Huang Zonglin tapped the table lightly with the hand pressing the photo, and fell into thought briefly.

Soon, he asked: "Why did the way of death change? Shouldn't the song be the same, shouldn't the things that happen in the loop be the same?"

"..." Wu Yuan regretted using a song as an analogy, but he couldn't give Captain Huang a scientific explanation.

With his hands crossed, he suddenly picked up the notebook and took out a piece of waste paper.

"Regardless of why the cycle changed, Team Yellow, I want to tell you what I have experienced in the cycle."

Huang Zonglin spread out his hands in a gesture of invitation.

Wu Yuan first wrote down the word Cheng Ling on the paper.Then draw a very long line, mark it with small dots, and mark the number and time of the cycle.

"The third time, Wu Yu died from a knife wound." Wu Yuan wrote at the time of 21 o'clock - the third time, the suspected murderer Cheng Ling.

Wu Yuan explained: "The reason why I doubt Cheng Ling is the murderer is that the knife belongs to Cheng Ling, and the second is that Cheng Ling, as the image ambassador of the party, needs to wear a doll costume."

Huang Zonglin asked: "Doll clothes?"

Wu Yuan's phone ran out of battery, so he had to borrow Team Huang's.He clicked on the browser, and quickly found the doll that looked like a Tigger.

"It's this one." Wu Yuan turned his pen, "When Wu Yu died for the third time, he had the clothes fragments of this doll costume in his hand."

As expected of an old criminal policeman, Huang Zonglin quickly followed his train of thought. He asked, "But you said the murderer was Ji Long, so how did Cheng Ling get excluded?"

Wu Yuan: "During the fourth cycle, I really thought Cheng Ling was the murderer. Until I witnessed Cheng Ling fighting Wu Yu, Cheng Ling didn't win."

Huang Zonglin: "Cheng Ling's stature is petite. If he stabs Wu Yu to death with a knife head-on, it's really impossible. But why did the two of them fight?"

Wu Yuan didn't intend to hide it, and told the truth: "Cheng Ling has black information about Wu Yu in his hands, and has been blackmailing Wu Yu for a while."

Huang Zonglin asked: "What black material is it?"

Wu Yuan said in a deep voice: "...you promise me that you will never reveal it."

"I promise you."

Wu Yuan took a deep breath and said heavily, "Wu Yu is gay."

Huang Zonglin raised his eyebrows slightly, he was really surprised.Compared with the mysterious cycle, this kind of down-to-earth noun can touch the nerves more.

The quick-thinking Huang team asked again: "Cheng Ling knows that he is gay. This is just a fact. The real scandal should be something specific."

"Yes." Wu Yuan thought that ordinary people would not believe such strange remarks, but unexpectedly, Captain Huang was already thinking with an attitude of belief.

Wu Yuan continued: "I guess Cheng Ling took some photos when he followed Wu Yu."

Huang Zonglin raised one foot, rested his right hand on the left elbow, and rubbed his chin to think.

He said: "I've read Cheng Ling's profile, a girl with no background, an ordinary family, and an ordinary education. Wu Yu is an artist who has debuted for ten years, and he must be very concerned about privacy. It will not be easy for people to find out about this."

Wu Yuan showed affirmative eyes: "You are right, the black material in Cheng Ling's hands is indeed not something she can get casually, but someone gave it to her. That person is Ji Long."

Huang Zonglin was surprised: "Ji Long is Wu Yu's boss, and he can give Cheng Ling black material. It seems that there is a big conflict between Ji Long and Wu Yu."

Wu Yuan continued to write on the paper - the fourth time, the parking lot, the murderer Ji Long.

He explained: "Wu Yu and I were attacked by Ji Long here. He wore a doll headgear and beat Wu Yu to death with a steel pipe first, and then killed me."

Huang Zonglin suddenly looked at him: "Have you ever died?"

Wu Yuan was noncommittal, and subconsciously concealed the medicine that could restart the cycle.He vaguely felt that this medicine had something to do with the cause of the whole cycle, not something like who would die.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a short time, Wu Yuan pretended to be sad, and continued: "The sixth time was an hour ago, in Wu Yu's lounge, Ji Long once again killed Wu Yu with a knife. Actually, I was also hurt by you." Inspired by the inspiration, Ji Long was recognized as the murderer of the previous cycles."

Huang Zonglin couldn't believe it: "Me?"

"Yes." Wu Yuan nodded slightly, "In the last cycle, the smell of the cigarette you smoked was very...special, and Ji Long also has a smell of smoke."

"Smell of smoke? But many people smoke." Huang Zonglin said as he took out a cigarette case. It was very common, and almost every smoker had smoked it.

Wu Yuan took a deep look and said, "The smell of cigarettes on Ji Long's body...is very expensive, not the kind that ordinary people smoke."

There are reasons and evidences, Huang Zonglin has no choice but to believe it.

There is a difference between expensive cigarettes and cheap cigarettes.

Huang Zonglin stopped holding the cigarette case for a moment, and took a cigarette out of it.

Wu Yuan's eyes fell on the cigarette case for a long time.

"As expected of a screenwriter, the ability to write stories is very powerful." Team Huang took a while to polish the lighter and light a cigarette, "But this is a murder case, not a game for you to extract inspiration. No matter how wonderful your story is, , nor can it be used as evidence to testify against a person."

"...I didn't make up a story." Wu Yuan picked up the piece of paper and poked a time point on the horizontal line with a pen - the fifth time, 8:[-].

He said: "The first few times, Ji Long killed with passion. But the fifth time, Wu Yu died of electric shock, which was a sophisticated murder. There is another murderer in this cycle!"

Huang Zonglin took the paper, but couldn't understand it.

Wu Yuan didn't expect the other party to accept it so quickly, so he directly took out something from his pocket and put it on the table.

He explained: "This is the murder weapon in the fifth cycle, a modified curling iron. When it is powered on, it will generate ultra-high voltage, and the person holding it can be instantly electrocuted to death."

Wu Yuan glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already pointing to 9 o'clock.

Chased by time again, he said eagerly: "Ji Long is not important anymore, I hope you can quickly check the source of this curling iron. There is also the surveillance in the public dressing room, please check it too .”

Huang Zonglin picked up the curling iron, the golden shell refracted the warm yellow light above his head, and the light and shadow flashed past his eyes.

He stood up and said, "I'll take it to the identification department, but you have to cooperate."

Wu Yuan was taken aback: "What?"

Then he watched Huang Zonglin leave with a curling iron, and two police officers standing outside the door came in and took him there—a urine test and a blood test were taken.

Facts proved that Wu Yuan did not take drugs or go crazy.

Huang Zonglin stood in front of a row of surveillance cameras. In the surveillance surveillance, Wu Yuan was sitting in the corner of the lounge, with his hands crossed, his expression very serious.

He handed the inspection report in his hand to the person next to him—a gray-haired, somewhat elderly Hu Ju.Both of them felt very troubled by the conclusion that Wu Yuan had no physical problems.

"What do you think?" Huang Zonglin asked Hu Ju beside him.

"This kid is a screenwriter, right? I read his information, and what he wrote is about criminal investigation and reasoning." Hu Ju spoke very slowly, which made all the quick-tempered people become slow-witted, "Maybe this kid is using the murder as an excuse." Let's play house."

It looked like a joke, but Hu Ju expressed a kind of anger.

Huang Zonglin said: "I think so too. But I don't think he lied about the relationship between Cheng Ling, Ji Long and Wu Yu, which can be used as a point to open his mind."

"Well, you have full authority to decide." Hu Ju patted Huang Zonglin on the shoulder, "Wu Yu is a very influential star, we must solve this case as soon as possible, and give the society and the media an explanation."

"Yes!"

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