Speaking of this, Wang Bo stopped.

He was in the dark, so I couldn't see him at all.

Then there was a long silence.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, licked my lips, and asked:

"So, after you got to the city, didn't you call the police?"

Wang Bo was silent for a moment and said, "I can't call the police."

"I don't even know who I really am. What if I really am Liu Shaobing? Wouldn't calling the police be seeking my own death?"

I swallowed another mouthful of saliva.

Wang Bo asked me, "Are you thirsty again?"

I nodded and said, "This lousy booze isn't good; it makes you really thirsty. Could you possibly get me another bottle of mineral water?"

Wang Bo got up, went to the corner to fetch a bottle of water, and fed it to me.

Actually, I wasn't thirsty at all. Asking for water was just a pretext because I wanted to take a closer look at this man under the light.

To confirm once more, who exactly was this person?

After drinking the water, Wang Bo sat back in the darkness and continued telling me his bizarre story.

Wang Bo didn't say how he came to the city, nor did he explain how he managed to survive the past month without a penny.

He said he had only one goal: to find that driver.

To ask him clearly who he was and why he did this.

Wang Bo also didn't say how he planned to find someone hiding in a city of millions.

That driver definitely went into hiding and quit driving taxis after doing this.

In short, Wang Bo had no identity and couldn't find a place to stay, so he kept squatting in construction sites or abandoned houses.

The place I rented totally looked like somewhere nobody would live, so he planned to spend the night here.

He didn't expect to run into me coming home.

And coincidentally, he kidnapped me.

Hearing this, I let out a long breath.

This person was indeed Wang Bo.

Because if he were that driver, Liu Shaobing, even though he might have heard about the train incident from the real Wang Bo, he wouldn't have shared all these details. He could easily make up a more plausible story.

This version is too bizarre to deceive an adult.

So, the judgment was simple.

If the story wasn't fake, it had to be real.

I relaxed completely.

I might not die now.

I yelled into the darkness, "Alright, brother, I believe you. Untie me now."

Wang Bo moved the chair forward, sitting entirely under the light, but he shook his head.

Wang Bo wasn't Liu Shaobing; if he shook his head, I didn't get scared at all.

I asked him, "What are you planning to do? We have no grudge. I'm not that driver. Besides, I might even help you find that driver."

Wang Bo still shook his head and asked me, "Don't you think my story has many flaws? Even I don't believe I'm not Liu Shaobing, yet you believe my story?"

I got angry and shouted at him, "Damn it, Wang Bo, I'm still tied up! Can't we play this reasoning game later? Untie me first."

Wang Bo added, "Most importantly, if I release you, you'll definitely call the police. You're bigger than me; I might not be able to beat you."

"What if I am Liu Shaobing?"

I had to stop struggling and seriously promised Wang Bo, "I definitely won't call the police, I just want to make money. Your story, if written down, could easily get me a hundred thousand followers."

I added, "Plus, if we catch Liu Shaobing together, there's a police reward of a million. We can split it."

Wang Bo was still doubtful.

So I started analyzing to persuade him, "That driver is Liu Shaobing. The police couldn't find him because he is hiding here. He must've gained weight before and grew a beard. After your reminder, he realized how much you resembled him, so he kidnapped you."

Wang Bo bitterly smiled and said, "It's all because of your crow's mouth."

It was clearly Wang Bo who told the disguised Liu Shaobing that they looked alike.

But I didn't bother arguing with Wang Bo about whose mouth was the jinx.

I just wanted him to untie me.

So I kept my patience and continued, "I've seen some internal police reports and psychological profiles on Liu Shaobing. He's a classic case of antisocial personality disorder. He kills for the thrill of slowly tormenting his victims. Each murder takes him no less than three hours from start to finish."

"All his victims were mentally broken before they died."

"He once gave a victim hope by making a hands-free call to the police in front of them."

"Then, before the police arrived, he moved the victim to another location, made another call, and moved again."

"He did this four times until the victim begged him to kill them."

Wang Bo's mouth was wide open as he asked me, "Really? Did he really call the police? How did the police know these details?"

"He really did call," I said. "And because he called, this victim was the only one to survive Liu Shaobing. The police's understanding of Liu Shaobing mainly comes from him."

Wang Bo still seemed skeptical of me and asked, "You unethical media person, are you making this up to fool people again? What happened to that survivor?"

I shook my head, "He went to a mental hospital. It took him half a year to get out, and his mental state remained unstable afterward."

"I'm not lying. I believe you because this is exactly Liu Shaobing's style."

"He found you two look alike, so he starved you to look thinner and made scars on the same part of your body."

"He then let you go, giving you hope."

"I don't know his endgame, but he will definitely break you down in the end."

"Also, the wounds on your face are fresh, which is why I believe you."

"I know more about him than you think. Release me, and I'll help you."

"I won't call the police. I just want to make money."

Wang Bo seemed convinced; he hesitated briefly, then took out a knife and cut the rope on my hands first.

He then moved to my front and bent down to cut the ropes around my feet.

At that moment, I picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it against the back of his head.