I’m In Charge of SCP

"I want to see my lawyer."

"what?"

"I said, I want to see my lawyer." Zhang Jue looked at the interrogator with a calm face, "Although I am a suspect, I have the right to see my lawyer regardless of the law of any country, even if there is no other If someone helps me find a lawyer, there should also be free legal aid. I will not provide any valuable clues until I see him."

"Boy, don't play tricks." The interrogator stared at Zhang Jue's eyes fiercely. "Prolonging time will not do you any good."

Zhang Jue did not dodge, but looked straight back: "I didn't play tricks, I just made a reasonable request."

The interrogator fell silent.

He stared at Zhang Jue for a long time.

Zhang Jue kept looking at him.

"Humph!"

He patted the table, and then left the interrogation room.

After a while, two other staff members entered the door, opened the handcuffs on the chair, and took him to a temporary detention room.

The furnishings in the detention room are simple, with only one bed and one toilet.

But it doesn't matter, Zhang Jue only needs a quiet place to organize his thoughts.

Just as the voice said.

He can't tell where he is now.

Is it in his original world, or the world of the Anomalous Biological Administration?

Or neither.

He is now wearing a custody suit, which cannot be judged by the items he carries with him.

He tried to summon his black long knife, but without accident, he failed.

All his abilities are invalid, and things in the different space can't be taken out.

Here, he is a thorough ordinary person.

He couldn't help thinking of what the interrogator had said.

Is the previous experience just a story of your own imagination?

What a joke.

Any author who dares to write that way can earn a living from selling blades in the second half of his life.

Besides, is there any reasonable explanation?

Passed through again, and the soul wore a murderer who looked exactly like him?

It's not that there is such a possibility, but it is very small, and he is not sure yet.

Because there are too few clues, there is no way to verify it.

He needs more information.

...

"Tighten it?"

"Tighten tight."

"Hurry up and give him medicine, it's really troublesome."

"Is there any way, the supervision is so strict now, if we say that we are beaten into a move and jump into the Yellow River, we won't be able to clean it."

"This kid is so sick, he is so cruel to himself."

In a daze, Zhang Jue felt someone talking in his ear.

He opened his eyes and saw a chandelier.

He rolled his eyes, observed the surrounding environment, and found that he should be lying in a certain infirmary.

There was a sharp pain in the leg.

He looked up and saw that his right knee was blue and purple, and two people were giving him medicine.

"He is awake?"

"Don't worry, apply medicine first."

The conversation between the two reached Zhang Jue's ears, causing him to frown.

Listening to what they mean, it seems to be done by yourself.

No impression at all.

His last memory still lingered in the detention room.

What's the matter, fragments?

He felt his head a little heavy.

After two staff members gave him medicine, he was sent back to the detention room.

When the staff member left, he did not forget to warn him: "Boy, if you dare to mess around, we can only report it!"

Zhang Jue saw that all the corners of the detention room had been covered with foam.

Probably because he was afraid of self-harm.

What the **** is this, what happened?

Zhang Jue touched his knee, apparently being hit by something heavy.

He gestured, did he hit the corners of the iron bed with his knee?

He tried the height again, grinning in pain.

Then he felt something stuck between his teeth.

I pushed it out with my tongue, looked at it on my fingertips, and found that it turned out to be a leek leaf.

Chinese chives?

In the impression, he hasn't eaten this kind of food for a long time.

He has been eating instant noodles since he was sent to the city of Alakada by the one-way ticket.

With such a large leek leaf, the discomfort is very obvious.

He can be sure that when he was just interrogated, he didn't.

Then there is only one explanation-he ate here not long ago.

Probably scrambled eggs with leeks.

But he has no impression at all.

How is this going?

...

"Are you listening to me?" a slightly impatient voice came.

Zhang Jue shook his chaotic head and found a man in a suit sitting in front of him.

Wearing rimless glasses, gentle manner.

As he took out the document bag from his suitcase, he asked, "I heard that you are going to see me. Did you think of any new clues?"

Two seconds later, Zhang Jue realized what had happened-he was fragmented again, and he didn't remember what happened during this period of time.

Listening to the other party's tone, it seemed that it was his attorney. From the looks of it, he should be only in his thirties and very young.

I'll talk about the fragments later, Zhang Jue exhaled, sorted out his thoughts, and asked, "My lawyer, what is your last name?"

The other party looked at Zhang Jue with a strange look: "I remember that I introduced myself to you. My name is Liu and Liu Zhe."

"Lawyer Liu." Zhang Jue looked at the other party up and down, thinking that he seemed to be a person to communicate with, and said: "Sorry, I am here today, not to provide you with clues. On the contrary, I may have to ask. You have some questions."

"Oh?" Lawyer Liu lifted his glasses with his index finger, and looked at Zhang Jue with some doubts on his face.

"They said I killed someone, but I have no impression at all, so I want to see you to understand the whole story."

After listening to Zhang Jue's words, Lawyer Liu frowned first, then a helpless and irritable expression appeared on his face.

"Mr. Zhang, I want to remind you that with the clues currently available to the Bureau of Investigation, the situation is very weak for you. Even if you pretend to have amnesia and have no confession, you may be directly convicted. Instead of thinking about these crooked ways, you should cooperate with me. Maybe There is hope of commutation."

The young attorney looked at Zhang Jue, probably thinking that he wanted to learn from those movies.

However, Zhang Jue had long anticipated his reaction.

"Lawyer Liu, first of all, I did not pretend to have amnesia. If it is possible, I would like to know what happened to me. I came to you today, and I didn’t want to use my amnesia to make an article. I just imagined you. Understand some very common things, can you understand? For example, today’s date? Where is this place?"

Zhang Jue spoke clearly and had a sincere attitude. Liu Zhe looked at him for a long time.

After a long period of silence, Liu Zhe said: "Today is February 11, 2221. The place where you are now is the Investigation Bureau of the Noisy District of Jianghai City."

Noisy area of ​​Jianghai City.

It was exactly the place Zhang Jue made up casually when he was interrogated by the Administration.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

"Who is ‘I’? What crime did I commit?"

Liu Zhe stared into Zhang Jue's eyes, as if judging whether he was lying.

After a while, he shook his head and handed the file bag in his hand to Zhang Jue.

"This is the information I have about the case, including some things that the Bureau of Investigation has not disclosed. If you really lose your memory, it may be helpful to you."

Zhang Jue was not polite, and immediately opened the file bag and took out the files inside.

The first piece of paper is his personal information.

Zhang Jue, 26 years old, lives at No. 28 Huanhua Street. Both his parents have died.

It's exactly the same as what he used to be nonsense.

It would be nice to know that he was a billionaire, he thought boredly.

Next is the case-related.

Some are newspaper clippings, and some are files that Liu Zhe did not know where he got.

Zhang Jue put away his joking expression, the more he looked down, the more serious his expression became.

On February 1, 2221, a homicide occurred on the 28th, Huanhua Street, Jianghai City.

There were two victims, both men.

One is the chief physician of Jianghai People's Hospital, Mr. Li.

One is Mr. Yu, the deputy director of the Pharmaceutical Department of Huarong Pharmaceutical, Jingzhou City.

The first witness was the cleaning staff of the community property.

When he cleaned the public area, he found that the door of the crime scene was open and there were two people lying inside.

Realizing that the situation was not right, he immediately reported the case.

The Bureau of Investigation sent personnel to block the scene immediately.

The cause of Li and Yu's death is unknown. There are no wounds on their bodies and no signs of poisoning.

Forensic doctors dissected the bodies of the two of them, but did not find the real cause of death.

The Bureau of Investigation naturally listed Zhang, who originally lived here, as the first suspect.

According to the investigation, Zhang is an online novel author and currently serializes a strange novel on the website.

It contains some very terrifying monsters that can kill people invisible and even destroy the world.

According to clues provided by neighbors, he often identified himself as an anomalous biological manager, calling himself consultant Zhang.

The Bureau of Investigation arrested him in an Internet cafe on February 3, 2221, two days after the incident.

When he was arrested, Zhang was uploading the latest chapter of the novel.

After being arrested, Zhang did not cooperate with the investigation, but advertised his novel to everyone.

This week, the Bureau of Investigation summoned him many times, but he was never able to make a breakthrough.

Zhang Jue looked at the information he was holding page by page, very seriously.

About half an hour later, he put down the thick stack of documents and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Did you finish?" Liu Zhe looked at him.

Zhang Jue nodded.

"Then you have nothing to tell me? For example, where were you on the day of the crime?"

Zhang Jue did not answer his question, but instead asked: "Lawyer Liu, don't you think there are many doubts in this case?"

"Tell me."

"First, if the information you gave me is true, and I have no father, no mother, no relatives and no friends, then what is the relationship between the two of them and me? Why did they come to my house?"

"Secondly, these two dear brothers look like high-tech talents. I am a web writer and I am not on the same side with them. What is my motive for killing?"

"Third, and the most important point, although I am writing a ghost novel and the protagonist in it has a lot of superpowers, but I am an ordinary person. These two people died strangely. If I don’t even know the cause of death, why? Say, I killed the person?"

Zhang Jue is clear and articulate, speaking out the questions in his heart one by one, waiting for Liu Zhe's answer.

However, Liu Zhe shook his head simply.

"I am just your attorney, not the investigator of this case. I am not too clear about the details, but I can tell you something I know."

"First of all, you and the two deceased are not completely unconnected. As far as I know, you are regular visitors in the same foreign forum, and the inspiration for the ghost novels you wrote also came from that forum. I found your record of spraying on the forum. In addition, the most unfavorable item for you is the confession from your neighbors. According to them, you-or you before the amnesia, seem to have very serious problems. Persecution paranoia, you always feel that others want to hurt you, so you hide at home and write novels."

"I see."

After listening to his words, Zhang Jue let out a loud voice.

Liu Zhe added two very important clues, like a line, connecting the entire incident together.

No wonder the Bureau of Investigation is sure that he killed someone, but it turned out that the problem was here.

Internet addicts are tough offline, and as a neurotic person with merits, it seems that it is not unimaginable that he does something extraordinary.

Zhang Jue thought for a while and asked: "Then you have treated the'me', I mean the previous me, have you done a mental state assessment?"

"I planned to do it tomorrow." Liu Zhe looked at him, "but it seems unnecessary now - oh, it's not unnecessary, I think they need to change direction."

Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you think I was acting?"

"No, on the contrary, I fully believe what you said." Liu Zhe put his elbows on the table, fingers crossed, and looked at Zhang Jue with scorching eyes.

"I have been observing you since you said that you have amnesia. We have seen you twice before, but this time, although your appearance has not changed, but your thinking, language habits, micro-expressions and small movements , Everyone tells me that you and Zhang Jue, the author of the net article I met before, are completely two people. Unless you are the world’s most superb performer, you can unconsciously play the two roles perfectly. But I don’t think there are such people."

Zhang Jue looked at the attorney in front of him and found that he seemed to underestimate him.

Obviously ~www.novelmt.com~ This Liu Zhe is also a very smart and powerful person. He said that he has amnesia and will do everything he can to his convenience.

While answering his questions, he was also observing in secret.

It was not until the final confirmation that the result was told to him.

Zhang Jue chuckled and asked, "So, Lawyer Liu, which direction do you think those who do psychological assessments need to change?"

As Liu Zhe put the information on the desktop back into his suitcase, he said: "Mr. Zhang, you are a very smart person now. I believe that before I found out, you already had one in your heart. The answer, why bother to ask."

"Yeah, you are right. Judging from the current situation, I am not a person with amnesia at all."

Zhang Jue leaned back in the chair and laughed, but his smile looked a little bitter.

"I got schizophrenia."

...

Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer for his reward.