"Of course I didn't give it to him, but I didn't expect him to steal it in the end."

Everyone realized that this was what Miss Hayami didn't tell the police. After all, her fiancé successfully committed suicide because she stole her sleeping pills. This kind of guilt must have been tormenting her.

Bai Xiaoqiao saw that Zaijian was crying, so he went over and patted her on the back.

Kohashi's comfort seemed to make Miss Hayami feel a little better, and continued.

"I felt something was wrong at that time, so I called him. I recorded that call. I'm sorry that it may make you feel a little uncomfortable."

As she said that, she walked to the landline and pressed the recording button.

The man's roaring voice came from the answering machine, which should be the voice of Inoue.

"It's very noisy, it's very noisy. Sorry, I'm not talking to you, it's very noisy since the beginning."

“It’s very noisy?”

"Angels, they have been whispering around me since the beginning, and they have said to me in a gushy way. Many things are inexplicable things, and they keep talking."

"Just just tell me where you are now, okay?"

Everyone vaguely heard the sound of ice cubes hitting in a wine glass.

"Are you drinking? No! Stop it, if you eat sleeping pills and alcohol together, it is simply a suicide act!"

"Why do you always say these things? Isn't this meaningless? Huh, why do you have to dry steam?"

"Inoue!!!"

"It's so noisy. What do you think if you're not going to make a move? I'm not Prince Shengde. At least I have to decide whether to ask questions or scream. The first voice is still, the voice of answering, and the voice of helping..."

He continued to say something like nonsense, and in the second half he could hardly understand what he was saying.

"Cheer a little!!!"

At this time, Inoue suddenly regained his calm way of speaking, and it seemed that his consciousness was just a mess.

"It's so fast? Something is so fast. I was so scared before. It was like I was dreaming during that period. I was no longer afraid. My chest was thumping excitedly. Now I just want to sleep like this. I can't say goodbye to you well even if I quarrel around me. I can only hear the whispers, here, angels."

He sighed long.

"Ah, it's getting darker slowly. I really want to sleep. Good night see you."

The phone suddenly got hung up.

"This is a typical auditory hallucination." Bai Xiaoqiao came to a conclusion after hearing this.

"Yes, I feel like I'm already schizophrenia, but isn't it really a pill in the short term?" Natsume frowned slightly, a little strange. "If the inspectors like the ones they said are all in this situation, the possibility of taking the replacement drug is the greatest."

"My friend should have encountered the same situation, and there is indeed a connection between them." Jian Siming said in contemplation.

After listening to this recording, Xiao Han felt creepy, but he quickly cheered up and looked at Jian Siming: "Forgive me, Miss Jian Siming, did the friend you mentioned before disappear after returning from Duangu? Did he hear this sound too?"

"I did go to Duangu, but I didn't come back. He left a message on his last phone and mentioned that people could directly remind people of the recordings above." Jian Siming paused, "I haven't heard of the reason why this lady came here yet."

"I was just invited to help Miss Hayami find out the cause of her fiancé's death, but to be honest, I don't know much about Inoue." Yoshida frowned and replied with a frown when she knew that Jian Siming was talking about her.

"Assisting the investigation? Is it Miss Detective? Miss Police?"

"It's not such a great profession. It's just that a freelance cartoonist and Mr. Inoue have some commonalities. I originally planned to provide Miss Hayami with what I know and go back, but now the topic has really aroused my own interest." Yoshida brushed off the end of his forehead, "I'm also a fan or an experienced person in this regard."

"Experiencers? Is auditory hallucination experience?" Xiao Han asked tentatively.

"The experience of mysterious phenomena leading to collective death, but are they taking hallucinogens collectively, or are they trying to see what hell has come to? Isn't that kind of thing? The mysterious place where people can see hallucinations, such as the Bermuda Triangle. Will that Broken Valley be the case?"

"I still feel it is necessary to investigate the angel-school Mr. Inoue said that the thing that made the sound was an angel, right?" Jian Siming glanced at everyone present and slowly expressed his opinion.

After Bai Xiaoqiao and others expressed their opinions, she opened her notebook and wrote and painted on it, while talking.

"Let me tell me my own thoughts. From the current medical level, there is no psychiatric treatment that can make phobia patients change so quickly. The reason why it has such a significant effect is that it may be that the symptoms of auditory hallucinations and schizophrenia are probably caused by taking banned drugs containing hallucinogens."

"However, the hallucinations caused by taking hallucinogens should vary from person to person. If Miss Jane Siming's friend had the same auditory hallucinations as Mr. Inoue, it would theoretically be impossible."

"If you are talking about the group taking medications in groups, my friend went there before them, and things shouldn't be that simple."

"Sure enough, is there something else in that place?"

Xiao Han discovered that this cartoonist named Naomi Yoshida has always maintained his view of the location, which is not impossible.

Drugs and other things should not have that much to do with each other, but it cannot be said that it doesn’t matter. He remembered the glass of wine he drank that day.

The angel sound also appeared in my mind. Is it because of that glass of wine?

"Actually, I have kept the Inoue workroom and the police have not moved. If it is helpful for you to understand Inoue's affairs, you can come in and take a look." Miss Hayami coughed lightly.

"if you can.....?"

Miss Hayami nodded and took everyone into the room.

This is a seaside with floor-to-ceiling windows. The room is simple but elegant. It has a clean sofa and glass coffee table, a TV or DVD player. Such ordinary household appliances are also placed normally, and there seem to be some semi-open discs on the table.

Most of them are extremely cruel videos with flesh and blood flying, and some videos sold in the black market that record real murder scenes, called snuff     videos.

There are huge bookshelf placed against the wall. In addition to novels, there are also many books that are difficult to deal with, such as philosophy and psychology.
Chapter completed!