He is infinitely reborn in a loop

The first time is raw, the second time is cooked, and the third time is bad.

Outside the one-way glass of the interrogation room, Huang Zonglin folded his arms and looked inside.

Wu Yuan's left arm was wrapped with a splint and a bandage, his right hand was handcuffed, and he drew strange lines on white paper with a pen.

His entire face was pale, his usually gentle eyebrows and eyes became painful and tangled, and his lips were even less bloodless.From the eyes of others, this gesture is a bit bitter and bitter.

Xiaoyong scratched his head and said depressedly: "Master, it's been two hours! He didn't say anything and just left to draw. I still don't understand what he is drawing!"

Huang Zonglin tapped his arm with his fingertips and asked, "What about the three?"

Xiaoyong replied: "They all agree that Wu Yuan killed Wu Yu."

Huang Zonglin picked up the notebook in front of him and opened it. Indeed, as Xiaoyong said, the confessions of Ji Long, Cheng Ling and Lin Dawei were indistinguishable - Wu Yuan killed Wu Yu because of some unknown hatred.

"23 years old, screenwriter, tonight there is still a movie to accept the award." Xiaoyong clicked his tongue twice, expressing his regret, "So young, will I have to spend the rest of my life in prison?"

Huang Zonglin put down the notebook and asked: "You have also interrogated many prisoners. How many prisoners have you seen as calm as him?"

Xiaoyong thought for a while, and replied: "Not many, the most recent one must be the mental illness half a year ago."

"Generally speaking, it is difficult for a passionate murderer to be so calm afterwards. From another perspective, it is also difficult for a murderer who has been wronged to be so calm."

Xiaoyong was even more confused: "Then what kind of freak is he?"

Huang Zonglin: "It's hard to say. The time is almost up, I'll go in and meet him."

Then, he pushed open the door of the interrogation room.

The bright light diffused into a small box with the open door, and the shadow of the yellow team was cast in the box, which was dark.

The door was closed, and the surrounding darkness hung down like a feather, wrapping Wu Yuan who was sitting in the middle.The white suit on his body was stained with a lot of blood, which was very shocking.

But even so, he still sat there quietly, as if the noise of the world had nothing to do with him, he was just a wounded cat, curled up, licking the wound lightly.

Huang Zonglin is an old criminal policeman with more than ten years of experience, at this moment he is a little unwilling to break the tranquility.

It's just that Wu Yuan is not an artist at the moment, but a suspect.

Huang Zonglin walked to the table, looked at Wu Yuan for a while, and then asked, "What are you painting?"

Wu Yuan lowered his head and didn't answer.

The lamp on the table was turned at an angle by Huang Zonglin, the bright yellow lightbulb gave off a dazzling light, facing Wu Yuan's eyes unreservedly.

Wu Yuan couldn't help raising his hand to block it, but just as he was about to move, he found that his left hand couldn't move, and his right hand was being chained to the handle of the chair.

As a result, he could only turn his head with his hands not free.

The light shone on him for a while, and he could even feel a wave of heat rushing towards his face, which was the heat from the burning filament of a light bulb.

Under such strong physical stimulation, tears flowed from the corners of Wu Yuan's tightly closed eyes.

Huang Zonglin turned the lamp head back, then moved a chair and sat down beside Wu Yuan.Those teary eyes, with a natural and harmless texture, made Captain Huang's heart skip a beat, and his father's love suddenly overflowed.

"I just wanted you to talk," he said apologetically.

What Wu Yuan thought in this moment of rebirth was that if the strong light came on for a few minutes, he would be dumb, and he would be able to tell all the truth in a matter of minutes.

He was about to speak, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he could only make an "ah" sound when he opened his mouth for a long time.

Huang Zonglin got up and poured him a cup of hot water, and handed it to him.

Wu Yuan moved his right hand helplessly, and the lock collided with the iron handle, making a tinkling sound.

"Don't you want to tell me what happened to your hand? This may be your only chance to defend yourself." Huang Zonglin asked as he uncuffed him.

Fortunately, Wu Yuan's hand was only dislocated.

One must know that Wu Yuan originally thought that if it was really a broken bone, he would have to go to the hospital first, and he would rather swallow medicine and restart the cycle.

It's not that there are some scourges in the hospital, but that he—

Afraid of pain.

Wu Yuan drank half a cup of hot water, and the scalding liquid slid down his throat, making him feel comfortable for a while.He just said, "No."

Huang Zonglin asked: "Why not?"

Being trapped in the same posture for a long time made Wu Yuan's entire arm numb.He moved his wrist a little, clenched his fists tightly, and it took a long time for the coagulated blood to continue to flow.

He pushed the paper in front of him and said, "...this."

Huang Zonglin looked suspiciously, puzzled: "What is this?"

Wu Yuan replied: "Circulation."

On that piece of paper are all the time points and events he experienced in the cycle, which is more detailed and clear than what he drew last time, of course it is for him.

——Now put it in front of Huang Zonglin who doesn't understand at all, the thing on that piece of paper is a ghost painting symbol, an abstract painting.

Huang Zonglin pointed to a thick line and asked, "Cycle? What's marked on it... is time?"

Wu Yuan nodded: "I fell into a time loop. So far, in this loop, Wu Yu has died seven times."

"..." Huang Zonglin looked at the paper in disbelief, "I don't understand, he died seven times... What do you mean, after Wu Yu died, the time would go back to 18 o'clock?"

He pointed to the far left of the thick line, and the time was 18 o'clock.

"That's right." Wu Yuan finished drinking the remaining hot water, "Can you pour me another cup?"

Huang Zonglin followed suit patiently, and brought the hot water bottle with him when he came back.

Wu Yuan took the cup and thanked him.

Huang Zonglin sat back on the chair, raised his feet, and continued to look at the paper while holding his chin with his hand.

Wu Yuan tapped a time point on the paper with his fingertips - the third time at 21 o'clock, the phone call.

He said: "This call should be made by Cheng Ling."

Huang Zonglin asked: "Why? Did you hear the content of the phone call?"

Wu Yuan shook his head: "No. In the later cycle, I planned to pretend to be Wu Yu and go to the stairwell to catch the murderer. Then I met Cheng Ling and Ji Long. They were discussing about asking Wu Yu to come out."

Huang Zonglin quickly caught up with the train of thought, "You mean, Cheng Lingyao met Wu Yu in the stairwell, and then Ji Long, as the perpetrator, killed Wu Yu with a knife."

Wu Yuan: "Yes."

Huang Zonglin asked: "The fourth time you wrote about Cheng Ling falling from a building, what do you mean?"

"In the third time, Wu Yu was holding the fragments of the doll costume in his hand when he died. In the fourth time, I saw Cheng Ling wearing the doll costume and thought she was the murderer, so I followed her to the rooftop. On the rooftop."

"Wu Yu? Wait a minute." Huang Zonglin quickly moved in and out, and took back a form.

Wu Yuan saw that it was the schedule of the Year of the Tiger film and television festival.

黄宗林问：“18点到18点半是晚会的红毯时间，林大伟给的时间表是18点10分，他们就得在红毯区准备，那么武遇怎么会在第四次的18点15分左右出现在天台呢？”

Wu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and the memories flashed quickly.

He lowered his eyes and fell into thought: "You are right, Wu Yu should be in the red carpet area at that time."

Huang Zonglin said: "I don't know if I understand it correctly. Your so-called cycle should refer to a certain period of time that repeats non-stop, like a Mobius ring? I just checked the encyclopedia, it is called this."

"Circulation..." Wu Yuan felt an unprecedented blockage, as if there was only a wall between him and the truth, but that wall was very thick, and he couldn't tear it down with his bare hands.

Huang Zonglin looked at the paper and continued to ask: "Going back to the question just now, Wu Yu appeared on the rooftop, is he waiting for Cheng Ling, or is Cheng Ling invited by him?"

A thread was connected in Wu Yuan's mind, and he said, "Wu Yu asked her out. I remember Cheng Ling said something at that time——"

"Ask me out alone at night...do you miss me?"

Cheng Ling's sweet voice was still in my ears, making people feel tired as if they had eaten eight hundred catties of sugar.

Huang Zonglin said: "Alright, since it was Wu Yu who made the appointment, what is their relationship? Why did you ask Cheng Ling to go to a place like the rooftop?"

Wu Yuan explained: "Cheng Ling chased Wu Yu back for two years, but to no avail. Later, Cheng Ling got black information about Wu Yu and used it to coerce Wu Yu to hand over all the resources to her."

Wu Yu debuted ten years ago and is already a well-known star.Even a good man like Huang Zonglin who only devotes himself to his career has occasionally heard Wu Yu's name from his children.

Such a star, how can he easily give away the resources in his hand?

Huang Zonglin said straight away: "Wu Yu doesn't want to."

Wu Yuan nodded: "I remember on the rooftop, Wu Yu said that it was impossible for Cheng Ling to get his black material, and there must be someone secretly pointing out Cheng Ling."

"Is it Ji Long?"

Wu Yuan looked sideways, with doubts in his eyes.

Huang Zonglin said: "At first you said that Cheng Ling and Ji Long were in the same group, so I guess it was him. And he is Wu Yu's boss. It's normal to have rumors about Wu Yu."

Sometimes Wu Yuan couldn't figure out whether the captain of the criminal police believed in his reincarnation or not.However, his original intention this time was to find someone to analyze the cycle together, and whether Team Huang believed it or not was not important to him.

"It seems that Wu Yu has been guarding against Cheng Ling for a long time." Huang Zonglin became thirsty as he spoke, and poured himself a glass of water. "And then, what happened on the rooftop?"

"Later Cheng Ling took out that knife, which was the one that killed Wu Yu in the third cycle." Wu Yuan is still deeply impressed, even when he saw the knife, he would unconsciously be afraid, "The knife is Cheng Ling's sword." The spirit is right, but she couldn't beat Wu Yu, and even slipped and fell from the roof."

Huang Zonglin suddenly realized: "So this is falling from a building."

Wu Yuan continued: "So the third murderer is not her, but Ji Long."

"Have you... seen with your own eyes in the cycle, Ji Long killed Wu Yu?" Huang Zonglin chatted with Wu Yuan for a while, with rare patience.

On the contrary, Xiaoyong outside was in a hurry, desperately telling Huang Zonglin in the earphone, don't play games with the lunatic.

Wu Yuan thought for a while, then suddenly said: "Wait."

He grabbed the paper and stared at the words on the paper with wide eyes - the fifth time, go out, pass safely.

Huang Zonglin also saw those words following his line of sight, and asked puzzledly, "What did you think of?"

"Wu Yu's mother jumped to her death." Wu Yuan said in a low voice, "But at that time, nothing happened, and I immediately took Wu Yu away from the party. How could he think of his mother's death? unless--"

Huang Zonglin asked: "Unless what?"

The incomplete reasoning in Wu Yuan's heart gradually came together, and a shocking idea surfaced—Wu Yu was also in the cycle.

Wu Yu kept all her memories, so she remembered her mother's death through Cheng Ling's fall from the building, so she was so sad the fifth time.

The butterfly spread its wings and lifted up the memory of claws and teeth.

The wind howled across the desert of time, leaving a trail of footprints in the land of no one.

"But why did he do this?" Wu Yuan's face was full of surprise, such a weird expression really violated his aloof personality, but he really didn't understand.

"Wu Yuan?" Huang Zonglin sensed something was wrong, put one hand on Wu Yuan's shoulder, and shook it vigorously.

This external force lifted Wu Yuan out of his contemplation, like a landlubber rescued from drowning, he was panting violently, with fine sweat on his forehead.

"Are you okay, what are you thinking?" Huang Zonglin asked worriedly.

Wu Yuan shook his head: "...the latter, reincarnation, take the initiative...Wu Yu is looking for Ji Long."

Facing Wu Yuan whose word order was chaotic, Huang Zonglin was very helpless, he couldn't understand at all.So far, he has made a conclusion in his heart - the cycle is all nonsense.

He asked in a low voice: "You, are you a little excited because of Wu Yu's death?"

Huang Zonglin said it very euphemistically, after all all the evidence now points to the person who was killed by Wu Yuan.After a normal person kills a person, especially after a passionate murder, there will be a short period of mental abnormality.

But Wu Yuan returned to silence and never answered again.

Huang Zonglin stood in front of the small blackboard with a puzzled expression on his face. In his hand was Wu Yuan's test report—both physically and psychologically normal.

At this time, the sound of two people talking came from the corridor.

One of them is Liu Wen.

Liu Wen pressed the girl's shoulder and comforted him, "Xuanxuan, calm down first."

The girl's voice was not loud, but she could hear the urgency: "How can I stay calm when my brother is in the interrogation room?"

The girl talking to Liu Wen is Wu Xuan, Wu Yuan's biological sister, she is 20 years old this year, and she is a graduate student of a prestigious university.

That's right, she is someone else's child—a cheating girl who skipped grades in junior and senior high schools and was directly recommended to the graduate students of the school after college.

Wu Xuan was wearing an apricot-colored short down jacket with a black lo skirt inside. The gothic-style makeup made her look a bit noble and mysterious, as if she had just traveled from some comic exhibition.

But her eyes were full of eager worries, which shattered the appearance of nobility and mystery, revealing her essence—just a sister who cared about her brother.

Liu Wen said firmly: "Listen to me, Wu Yuan was definitely framed. My colleagues are doing an appraisal and will definitely clear him up."

"Brother Wen..." Wu Xuan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by her cute phone ringtone.

After answering the phone quickly, she turned around and said, "My parents are here, they're downstairs."

Liu Wen nodded: "Go, I will accompany you to bring them up."

The author has something to say:

Wu Yuan: Why did you lie to me?

Wu Yu: Because I love you.

Wu Yuan: ... What kind of logic is this? ?