No. 7 Fish House

On November [-], the weather was fine.

The entrance of the Xinyan newspaper office was surrounded by reporters from major newspaper offices. They surrounded the Xinyan newspaper office with their cameras and notebooks, eager to break in and grab first-hand news.

Xin Yan Bao is dead.

The name of the deceased was Yan Shuihua, an old reporter from Xinyan Newspaper.

Guo Yeping, the president of the newspaper, held a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead again and again, as if he had returned to the dog days, looking nervously at the police force who were busy investigating.

"I said, why are you so nervous?" Police Captain Yang Mingzhen glanced at Guo Yeping displeasedly. He once had a relationship with this man. When Yang Mingzhen was a small policeman, he caught the wrong prisoner and the prisoner escaped on the way. He died of illness, and Guo Yeping took this incident and left him a "thick ink and a lot of color" in Xinyan.Now that something happened to the newspaper office, Guo Yeping was so dazed that he didn't dare to say anything.

"Could it be that you have something to do with the deceased?" Yang Mingzhen asked abruptly.

Guo Yeping waved his hands again and again, "No, no, if there is a relationship, it is a relationship between the superior and the superior."

Yang Mingzhen snorted coldly: "I didn't say no."

After speaking, Yang Mingzhen looked down at the lying corpse on the ground.

According to Aunt Yang, the cleaner who witnessed it, she finished cleaning after nine o’clock last night and was about to pack up and leave. Suddenly, the light in Room 201 on the second floor came on. Aunt Yang went back to the second floor to turn off the lights and found Yan Shuihua. Hua was sitting on a chair and putting on makeup. Aunt Yang found that Yan Shuihua hadn't moved, so she stretched out her hand and pushed Yan Shuihua's shoulder.

Aunt Yang was very emotional: "I didn't expect that such a push could kill someone, and I wouldn't push her even if she was killed. Believe me, comrade police, I really didn't kill her..."

"Quiet, the evidence hasn't come out yet." Yang Mingzhen shouted coldly without turning his head, and Aunt Yang immediately shut up.

On the floor, Yan Shuihua's body was still in the same state as last night. She was wearing a goose-yellow off-the-shoulder dress, her black hair was loosely tied behind her head, and she was holding a newly opened box of rouge in her hand. I was about to touch up my makeup.It was a pleasing scene where the beauty touches up her makeup, but I don't know what happened, the beauty can no longer move...

After she was pushed down by Aunt Yang who was cleaning, she still kept a weird smile on the corner of her mouth, with her eyes open, as if she would get up from the ground in a second.

However, she could never get up, and her breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

Yang Mingzhen and Cui Liang turned Yan Shuihua's body lying on its side to face up, and Aunt Yang who was standing beside her screamed out.

"She's not Miss Yan!"

Cui Liang stood up and looked at Aunt Yang: "It wasn't you who reported Yan Shuihua's death, so how can you say it wasn't her now? You see, the work cards on her seat are all in her name."

Aunt Yang glanced at the work card on the table, it was indeed Yan Shuihua, she looked at the corpse on the ground again, her lips trembled, "But she... she is not, her face is not Yan Shuihua."

Yang Mingzhen and Cui Liang stared at Aunt Yang, and she explained: "I would report that Yan Shuihua was dead before, and that was because she was sitting in Miss Yan's seat, so I took it for granted that it was her. Now I see Zheng face, I realized that this could not be Miss Yan at all."

"What happened to her face?" Yang Mingzhen asked.

"Miss Yan is not so beautiful..." Aunt Yang tremblingly took out the press card pressed under the work card, and there was a photo of Yan Shuihua in the press card.

A black-and-white inch photo, a girl with a big round face and small eyes, with a flat nose and a pair of eyes, is smiling badly at the camera listlessly.

In the photo, the girl and the deceased Yan Shuihua looked like one above the other.

"This is Yan Shuihua."

Aunt Yang said with certainty.

At that moment, Yang Mingzhen and Cui Liang were stunned. If the girl in the photo was Yan Shuihua, then who was the corpse lying on the ground?

Guo Yeping, who was standing beside him shivering, suddenly smiled relaxedly: "Ah, let me just say, it is impossible for our newspaper office to kill someone. Someone must have killed this girl and stuffed it into our newspaper office on purpose!"

At this moment, the door of the newspaper office was pushed open, and the police officers tried their best to stop the rushing people from outside. One of the men did not stop him, ran in, and laughed wildly: "Hahaha, your newspaper office is really dead, It really is dead."

When Guo Yeping heard the voice, he turned around and walked towards the railing on the second floor, shouting at the people on the first floor: "You can't even guard the door! Throw this lunatic out!"

The man still laughed loudly and said, "I told you that people who are going to die will die, but you don't believe me!"

Yang Mingzhen stood up straight, walked towards Guo Yeping, and coldly glanced at the crazy man standing downstairs.The man was 27, wearing a patched long gown, with a Taoist head tied on his head, and holding a stick in his hand with the words 'Fortune-telling and naming, price starting at two yuan'.

"Who is he?" Yang Mingzhen asked Guo Yeping, "How did he know that you reported the dead to the society?"

Guo Yeping wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Liars, blind cats killed rats, you got it right."

"He has seen Yan Shuihua?" Yang Mingzhen looked at the man who was about to be kicked out.

Aunt Yang behind her rushed to answer, "He is Miss Yan's neighbor, and he has repeatedly asserted that Miss Yan will die."

Yang Mingzhen didn't want to pay attention to what a lunatic said, but after hearing this sentence, he decided to call the lunatic up.

"What's your name?" He asked the lunatic downstairs.

The man was supported by two big men, and when he heard the police upstairs asking his name, he grinned: "I am Jia Daoshi, who is well-known in the city!"

"Fake Taoist?" Yang Mingzhen frowned slightly.

The man argued loudly: "It's not a fake Taoist priest, it's Jia Daoshi."

"Okay, Mr. Jia, please come to the second floor." After Yang Mingzhen finished speaking, two big men carried Jia Daoshi up to the second floor.

As soon as Jia Daoshi went to Room 201 and saw Yan Shuihua's body lying on the ground, Yang Mingzhen pointed to the body and asked, "Do you know her?"

"I know." Jia Daoshi nodded and smiled, "I told her she would die, and anyone who doesn't believe me will die..."

"Why do you say she will die?" Yang Mingzhen asked, "Is there any enmity between you?"

"Everyone who is beautiful will die." Jia Daoshi's sudden words made everyone startled. He smiled mysteriously and said to Yang Mingzhen, "Officer, do you think she is beautiful?"

Yang Mingzhen nodded noncommittally: "So, are you interested in sex? Have murderous intentions?"

"You fart!" Jia Daoshi said, "How can we cultivators be deceived by sex, don't slander me, I have evidence!"

As he said that, he took out a stack of photos from the rag bag hanging on his waist, and presented them to Yang Mingzhen as if offering a treasure, "Take a closer look, who is the woman in this photo."

This stack of photos is all about a woman, but this woman's face is changing every day. From the big round face with a snub nose at the beginning, she gradually changed to what she is today, and finally became the deceased Yan Shuihua.

Yang Mingzhen's scalp felt a little numb, he immediately grabbed Jia Daoshi and asked, "Why are you following her?"

Jia Daoshi was in pain from being caught, and shouted in dissatisfaction, "Because that's how my sister died!"