ghost in the office 2

"Really?"

Qiu Tingmu sat in the car again, staring at the phone in He Jin's hand, too nervous to breathe loudly.

"Boss, what's going on here?" Congee Congee's voice came from the phone, with confusion and panic.

They were busy investigating the fact that Wu Fei was killed. Why was the deceased suddenly not Wu Fei?

He Jin: "Let's go back soon and keep an eye on Song Jing."

"Ok."

Looking at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. He Jin thought again and again, and decided that he should go to the hotel to rest for the night. The company's official website booked the earliest flight, which departed from the county at around five o'clock, just in time.

The two checked into yesterday's hotel again, and the girl was still on duty yesterday. Their eyes widened in shock and they stared blankly at them.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" Qiu Tingmu found it interesting. Yesterday, this girl secretly took pictures of the two of them with her mobile phone, and He Jin found out. Today, she looked happy and surprised again. What's the situation?They are not celebrities.

The girl hurriedly helped them check in: "No...it's nothing, I'm sorry."

After the two took the room card and left, the girl immediately sent a message in "A lot of rotten girls":

"Fuck, those two handsome guys are here again!"

"Really? Did you take a picture?" In the middle of the night, the group was extremely lively, and a dozen replies were posted immediately.

"No, the two of you are alert, I dare not."

"Come here yesterday, and come again today, hehehe."

"I really want to see it."

While the group was in full swing, He Jin and Qiu Tingmu went to the room and washed up casually before falling asleep. They had to get up before five o'clock, and they would have to go back and forth again after they got back. They had to seize all the time they could to rest.

At this time, in the open space at the entrance of Wu Fei's house, four men were sitting in an ordinary van.

"The captain asked us to watch over that family here. The four of us, take turns guarding, and be careful."

"Is the case being handled by the city next door?"

"Well, don't worry about it so much, be careful, don't miss anything."

When He Jin and Qiu Tingmu returned to City A, they didn't even have time to drink their saliva, so they asked Congee to immediately bring the DNA test report of the corpse and meet them at Song Jing's house.

"Boss, Zheng Yan has woken up in the hospital, but he refused to say anything, just stared at the ceiling blankly." Melon called He Jin. What a difference.

He Jin and Qiu Tingmu sat in the back seat of the car and let Porridge drive: "Understood, we will go there as soon as possible, and we must pay attention to his safety."

"Don't worry, boss."

While driving, Congee Congee heard Qiu Tingmu talk about the situation they encountered at Wu Fei's house, and goosebumps arose: "It can't be so mysterious, can it?"

"It's more likely that someone is playing tricks." He Jin carefully checked the overall map of Songjing's community that Cao Cao passed on to him, "The brothers have been distributed inside and outside of Songjing's community. There are our people at every exit. He should run away. No, porridge, can you guarantee that Song Jing hasn't gone out recently?"

"I promise, I saw the delivery guy go to his house." Porridge carefully steered the steering wheel, "Shall we knock on the door and go in?"

He Jin thought for a while, then shook his head and denied the suggestion: "I think Song Jing is very smart, he knows us, he will be alert when we knock on the door, and give him a chance to prepare."

"So, shall we just rush in?"

He Jin nodded: "Song Jing's electronic anti-theft door, it's best to open this kind of door, and don't let Song Jing have time to prepare."

Confirming with his colleagues again that there is no lack of control, He Jin took Qiu Tingmu and Congee to the floor where Song Jing lived. Considering the safety of other residents, someone invited the neighbors who lived on the same floor as Song Jing. downstairs.

The elevator door opened, and He Jin made a gesture to the two colleagues who were hiding in the dead corner of Song Jing's house, and the two of them understood, and quickly ran behind the door of the safe passage.

"3!" He Jin stretched out three fingers, Congee Congee and Qiu Tingmu stood upright, staring at the door.

"2!" With one finger put away, Porridge's hand rested on his waist, and Qiu Tingmu took two steps back. If someone rushed out from the door, he would charge from a farther away position, and the impact would be even greater. .

"1!" While turning into a finger, He Jin pointed a special small card at the magnetic card area of ​​the electronic door lock.

He Jin quickly unscrewed the doorknob after hearing a ding, and Congee standing behind him jumped in with a gun in hand, shouting, "Don't move!"

No one attacked Congee, He Jin and Qiu Tingmu quickly went around Congee and looked at the living room, there was no one there!

Congee Congee was also confused: "Boss..."

"Don't worry." He Jin winked at Qiu Tingmu and Porridge, and the three chose their positions and approached slowly. He Jin went to the bedroom, Qiu Tingmu to the kitchen, and Porridge to the bathroom.

The bedroom is the most difficult place, under the bed, in the wardrobe, and in the messy quilt, there are all possible hiding places. He Jin held the gun in his right hand, and carefully opened everything that could be opened with his left hand, but Song Jing was not found.

The kitchen area is very small, and the various cabinets are so small that it is difficult to hide children, but Qiu Tingmu opened each cabinet and looked at it, and no one was there.

"Boss, Qiu Qiu!" Congee shouted from the bathroom, and the two quickly rushed to the bathroom, Congee's gun had been put away, staring at He Jin and Qiu Tingmu, eyes straightened, "Song Jing... ...Song Jing is inside."

The two looked at each other and rushed forward.

Song Jing was placed in a top-loading washing machine with a capacity of 15 kilograms. Judging from his wide-open eyes and dilated pupils, he had been dead for a long time.

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