God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

From Yao Jingrong's point of view, Wen Xichun's eyes at this moment are not so much unkind, but more like looking at some mental retardation.

After a long while, Wen Xichun said goodbye? He turned his head and swipe his fingers across the keyboard: "Ghost exorcist? You're making me laugh."

"If you don't believe it, some people will believe it. What we need to consider now is the suspect's motives. I suggest you put your personal thoughts aside for the time being."

Yao Jingrong approached slowly, and Li Li's face became brighter and brighter: "People sometimes learn to compromise."

Having said that, even though he was brought into the book by some mysterious power, Wen Xichun still refused to believe in those strange powers and gods. He received socialist education since he was a child, and he insisted on not believing in monsters, ghosts, or ghosts. Said - disdain.

He is also struggling with his heart. If he really went to find this so-called "Ghost Exorcist", once the news gets out, there will be no place to put his old face in the future.

To go, or not to go?This is a question worth pondering.

All of a sudden, a strange image flashed across the computer screen.

The question of whether to go or not was instantly forgotten by him.

"Wait, just now? What was that?" Wen Xichun held the mouse and swipe the progress bar of the surveillance video at the crime scene.

What was shown on the screen was the scene of the deceased Qiu Yajie injuring himself in the vegetable market. A camera was installed at the door of the shop next to him.

And? Just when Qiu Yajie committed suicide, almost everyone rushed over, so no one noticed at all. At the door of the watch repair shop not far away, a strange figure slowly crawled out of the shop. Wrong, it did crawl out, and the limbs were twisted and weird, it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

It's just that this person raised his head slowly, and when he looked through the unclear surveillance, he could only see two dark eye holes on a pale face.

Then, the man looked at the monitor.

For a moment, Wen Xichun and the person in the video met their eyes——

"This, what is it..." Wen Xichun was shocked, and the hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.

He rewrote the video and watched it again, confirming that there was indeed such a person crawling out of the watch repair shop with twisted limbs.

And he looked straight at the surveillance, as if he knew that someone behind the surveillance was observing him.

But he only stayed for more than ten seconds, and disappeared in the watch shop in the blink of an eye.

"That, is it human?" Wen Xichun asked from the soul.

"It's a human being." Yao Jingrong affirmed confidently, "At least it has all the organs and structures of a human being."

Wen Xichun only felt his scalp tingling, he immediately found out the information of the owner of the watch shop, and compared where he was when the incident happened according to the photos, his eyes were almost glued to the screen, Wen Xichun finally found out in a pile of different The owner of the watch shop was found in the clear face.

It didn't seem to be any different. When the incident happened, he was watching Qiu Yajie's suicide like everyone else.

Wen Xichun looked at it and felt that something was wrong, so he dug out the surveillance camera near the place where Zhao Xiaoqi died, and slowed down the speed.

There is no surveillance in the massage parlor, after all, it is not something that can be seen. It is just that a camera is installed at the entrance of the red light district, and what is captured is only the image of this part of the area.

The sunset glow dyed the sky above the alley blood red, and the old buildings were scattered everywhere, and the wires above the head were criss-crossing, and they were densely woven into a black net.

There are a lot of people coming and going here, the sound is noisy and chaotic, screaming and laughing one after another.

Wen Xichun pressed the earphone, and was dizzy from the noise.

"Pricking——" Suddenly, there was a piercing electric sound, which pierced Wen Xichun's ears.

He quickly took off the earphones and rubbed his poor, battered ears.

But, at this moment, a strange face suddenly appeared in the window of one of the old buildings nearby.

A pale, swollen face.

That face paused for a moment, then turned his head slowly, and once again met Wen Xichun who was outside the screen.

Those empty eyes couldn't see the focal length, so I don't know if he was really looking at the camera, but this scene still made Wen Xichun get goosebumps all over his body.

It's the same face as in the watch shop.

At this moment, Wen Xichun was stunned, unable to speak a word.

"Is there such a coincidence that it will appear at the crime scene every time." Yao Jingrong looked like a normal person, still studying that strange face.

Wen Xichun was stunned in place, only a slight trembling of his fingertips? Still reminding his nerves that he was still alive.

A strong sense of fear came over him in an instant. He didn't know how to explain this strange phenomenon, because the window where the man was standing could vaguely see crowds of people, including the crowds coming and going downstairs. You can see the person in the window when you look up, but no one notices his existence.

"What's the matter with you?" Yao Jingrong turned around and saw Wen Xichun who was moving like a sculpture? Still? "Scared?"

Wen Xichun turned his head mechanically, looked at Yao Jingrong slowly, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.

In fact, even Yao Jingrong didn't know how to explain it, nor did he know whether it was a human or a ghost. It's just that a weird phenomenon happened, so he needed to think about how to investigate it.

"If you're afraid, you can come into my arms. He can't, so he can appear on me too." Yao Jingrong smiled, and turned off the surveillance video casually.

Wen Xichun finally came back to his senses, and he gave Yao Jingrong a fierce look in his eyes like a knife.

In his opinion, Yao Jingrong's broken mouth is the best artifact to drive away ghosts.

"That..." Wen Xichun scratched his cheeks, as if trying to hide his embarrassment, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface, "Where can I find the ghost exorcist you mentioned."

Yao Jingrong smiled: "I can contact you, but I have a request."

"Stop looking for trouble here. I'm doing it for myself. I'm doing it for the police to solve the case as soon as possible." Wen Xichun paused, "What request..."

Yao Jingrong still smiled: "It's late, let's go home?"

There was silence in the car, Wen Xichun leaned tiredly on the car window, looking out of the car window without focus, but the creepy face was always in his mind.

Yao Jingrong was driving the car, turning to look at him from time to time.

Seeing his lifeless appearance, Yao Jingrong turned on the music player and clicked a soothing foreign song, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Wen Xichun took a deep breath, a little irritated by the interruption of his thoughts, so he raised his hand to turn off the music without thinking.

"Such a big temper, I recruited you again?" Every time Yao Jingrong said such words, the expression on his face was very beating, which seemed to be mocking.

Wen Xichun ignored him.

"Still worried about the surveillance video?" Yao Jingrong seemed determined. If Wen Xichun didn't respond to him today, he would keep asking.

Sure enough, Wen Xichun turned a blind eye and pretended not to have this person.

"In fact, think about it from another angle, what kind of explanation do you want, you can follow this way of thinking to investigate, and the final investigation results are mostly the same, as long as you comfort your heart, the truth is what you think. "Although the meaning of Yao Jingrong's words is somewhat unclear, it seems to have some truth.

Isn't that how people are, as long as you believe what you want to believe, as for the truth, you can do whatever you want.

But to be honest, this is the first time Wen Xichun has seen that kind of appearance and crawling posture outside of a horror movie. ? Face more fear.

So it was bound to be another sleepless night.

****

In the morning meeting of the police station, the police officers were full of energy and ready to go, but in this energetic brilliance, there was a sudden shadow in the darkness.

Wen Xichun sat in the third row against the wall, holding a police cap in his hand, leaning against the wall limply, and sighed from time to time.

Deputy Director Yu took a sip of his tea slowly, and brushed the dust off his epaulets carelessly: "Some comrades are going to sleep and go home? Can't you sleep well? The chair is so hard."

Wen Xichun just withered there, didn't even pay attention? Hearing what Deputy Director Yu said just now?

Until Yao Jingrong, who was sitting in the front row, turned his head and coughed lightly; Tong Si next to him also stabbed Wen Xichun's waist with his elbow.

To be honest, Wen Xichun is really a bit abnormal today. He used to be the kind of person who, even if he only slept for two hours last night, he would hold a straight back in the next day's meeting. Not only other police officers, but also Yan Wenxichun also deeply felt his abnormality.

His whole body was limp, and he had no strength at all. Even if he tried to pull himself together with force, his body couldn't straighten up, as if...someone was riding on his neck.

"Team Wen, are you okay? Why do you seem to be a different person?" After the morning meeting, Tong Si caught up and looked at Wen Xichun, who was sluggish, and felt fresh.

Because in his eyes, Wen Xichun will always be the one with the straightest back.

Wen Xichun shook his head, slowly wiped the handrail and went downstairs.

"You're not sick, are you?" Tong Si tried his forehead with his hand, "You don't have a fever, otherwise I'll accompany you to the hospital."

"I'll go by myself if I want to go, don't you want to skip work."

Tong Si twitched his lips: Kindness is like the liver and lungs of a donkey.

The sky outside the window is gloomy, with dark clouds covering the sky and blocking out the sun. It seems that tens of thousands of tons of rainwater is pressing down on the billowing black clouds. Although it is only April, it is still as muggy as summer before the rainstorm.

Wen Xichun was sorting out the records of the incident, sweating continuously all over his body.

He tore open the neckline and flicked the tie casually on the sofa.

Didn’t the pressure on the neck get relieved by taking off the tie? There was a little bit of relief. From the moment I woke up in the morning, it was as if something heavy was on my back, and it became more and more serious as time went by. .

Wen Xichun rubbed his neck, shook his head lightly, and there was a clear and audible "click" sound from his neck.

"I've already contacted the ghost exorcist, and I can leave now after cleaning up." The door of the office was pushed open rudely.

Wen Xichun raised his sore neck and moved his mouth, as if he wanted to scold him why he still couldn't learn to take the initiative? Knock on the door.

Fatigue hit, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth to curse.

"I see that you have been depressed since the morning meeting, and you didn't sleep well last night?" Yao Jingrong moved closer, quietly observing the changes in Wen Xichun's expression.

But this person is like a piece of wood, his expression is numb, and he is not at all moved by his question?

"You seem to have a big problem." After a long silence, Yao Jingrong said such an unclear sentence.

The car galloped along the sparsely populated suburban road, with a storm that was about to be unstoppable overhead, and a drowsy Wen Xichun was inside the car.

Yao Jingrong glanced at him: "There is still a long way to go, you should sleep for a while."

Wen Xichun shook his head, trying to pull himself together, but doing so would only make him more tired.

Finally, after passing through the forest path that obscured the sky and the sun, an old two-story wooden house slowly appeared in sight.

There are several stone statues of deer heads and lion bodies around the wooden house. They are said to be deer heads, but their mouths are so long that it is impossible to tell what kind of creatures they are.

After getting out of the car, Wen Xichun only felt a trance where the world was spinning, and the scene in front of him instantly became blurred.

"This celestial master's surname is Yu. You can call him Mr. Yu, but he has a slightly weird personality. If you ask him questions that he doesn't want to answer, there will be no results." Yao Jingrong babbled in front of him, and Wen Xichun said nothing I didn't listen to it either.

The door of the wooden house is double-opening and push-back structure. Because it has been in disrepair for a long time, it makes an unpleasant creaking sound when touched lightly.

"Mr. Yu, I'm Yao Jingrong from the forensic department. I called you this morning." Yao Jingrong knocked on the door lightly.

Wen Xichun can now be 100% sure that this guy's rudeness is only aimed at himself.

A small copper bell was hung beside the door. When Yao Jingrong finished speaking, the small bell rang a few times.

"You can go in."

It's a strange way to treat guests, but Wen Xichun can also understand that such mysterious characters have somewhat different hobbies from ordinary people.

There was a slight decaying sound as the shoes stepped on the wooden floor.

The inside of the wooden house was dark, without even a window, only a row of red candles hung on the wall, swaying slightly with the wind brought in by the wooden door.

The two went upstairs carefully, trying not to make any strange movements.

As soon as we reached the stairs, a strong smell of incense hit our face, which was once suffocating.

Walking two steps forward, a translucent black gauze hangs down from the beam of the house, and through the black gauze, one can vaguely see a person sitting behind. Put up a picture.

The two also consciously stopped in front of the black gauze, without taking another step forward.

"Mr. Yu, I have admired your name for a long time. We have some questions and would like to ask you to help us answer them." Yao Jingrong took out a photo of the tattooed body of the deceased from his jacket pocket, and stuffed it in through the gap under the black gauze .

The person behind the black gauze picked up a small bamboo pole from the side, pulled the photo over, picked it up and took a look.

"Our police station has searched all the documents related to? Sorcery, but we haven't found a matching totem, so please tell me what this tattoo is."

Yao Jingrong's tone is rare? Pious.

The person behind the black veil has been silent for nearly a century. Just when the two wondered if he was asleep, an old and treacherous voice floated slowly from behind the black veil:

"Officer Yao, don't you know what it is?"

Hearing this, Wen Xichun suddenly looked at Yao Jingrong beside him.

The man's eyes were smiling, and he didn't have any doubts or displeasure because of Yu Tianshi's words.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand."

A sneer came from behind the black gauze: "That's right, a rare person? Confused."

He took a piece of paper from the table, brushed something on it, put it on the ground, and pushed it out with a small bamboo pole.

Yao Jingrong picked up the piece of paper and looked at it, it was written on it was an address that he had never seen before.

"Go to this place, and you will find the answers you want."

Wen Xichun was puzzled: "So you know? Do you know the kind of magic that this mysterious totem is from?"

The people inside didn't speak, just sat there motionless.

"Mr. Yu?" Wen Xichun thought he didn't hear, so he asked again.

Yu Tianshi still did not make any response.

Yao Jingrong signaled with his eyes? Don't? Ask more unnecessary questions. This eccentric celestial master probably won't answer this question again.

"Then, thank you very much for answering our questions, we will leave today." Yao Jingrong said, and bowed respectfully to Hei Sha.

"Let's go." He whispered to Wen Xichun.

It's just that the moment the two turned around and walked to the stairs, the old voice came clearly in the airtight cabin:

"Officer Yao, you must be honest."

Now, Yao Jingrong really didn't understand: "Did I deceive you?"

Yu Tianshi chuckled, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "When you called, you clearly said yes? Two people came to the appointment, but look, there is still a friend."