Physical persuasion, scientific transcendence [unlimited]

Zhao Min couldn't help but gasped.

Some murmured in a daze: "I, I remember, it was not even 12 o'clock at the time. In fact, every family has a different meal time. Old men who watch chess in groups, even if they come back Even if we eat at home, they won't all be scattered all at once."

Wen Youning nodded.

Probably seeing that Zhao Min's spirit was a little tense, Wen Youning directly handed over a 100 yuan bill.

Zhao Min looked at Qian and was stunned, "Huh?"

Wen Youning joked: "Shocking..."

Zhao Min took the money in a daze.

The young man muttered in a muffled voice beside him, "I want to..."

Wen Youning had a ready-made one in his hand, and immediately handed it over, "Here..."

Young man: "Well..."

After finishing speaking, Wen Youning looked at Song Lingdi, "Sister Song also—"

Song Lingdi quickly shook his head, "I don't need it."

After a pause, the girl said softly: "That 'Zhangsan Microfinance Company' gave too much money, is there something wrong with it?"

Wen Youning nodded, "I think there is something wrong, so I plan to wait until the seventh day, call them to come to the door, and then return the money."

Zhao Min was in a difficult situation for a while, "But, how can I earn this money back?"

The simple rent of 800 yuan is nothing, and even the food that the four of them bought later is nothing. Instead, it is the money spent on the road to investigate things, as well as various tools prepared in advance, and the following To investigate the computers needed for those hard drives, it's all money visible to the naked eye.

Wen Youning said thoughtfully: "You don't have to worry about this for now. I have some ideas now, so I will study it later. The matter of making money can actually be dealt with together with the matter of solving this [cage house]."

Although Wen Youning has not given a clear answer, Zhao Min was instantly relieved.

It has to be said that after getting along with her during this period of time, Wen Youning is still very reassuring.

The young man next to him hesitated to speak.

Although he has never done it before, he has heard of such things at least, such as second-hand luxury goods. He is carrying a few of them now. If he makes a bone price, he should be able to find a buyer, right?As long as they can find a suitable buyer, the 1 yuan they borrowed before is really nothing.

Thinking of this, the young man also heaved a sigh of relief, "Let's go, let's go have a meal first? Then everyone gather the clues and exchange information."

Wen Youning was more straightforward, pointing to the three hard drives that Zhao Min was holding, "Let's find an Internet cafe with a private room, and take advantage of lunch time to process the information on these hard drives."

There are only cheap black Internet cafes near the village in the city, which obviously do not meet Wen Youning's requirements.

But fortunately, the thin man on the third floor took the initiative to send a mobile phone over. Wen Youning turned on the navigation map to check, and soon found a suitable place.

The hard disk is regarded as hardware in the case of the desktop computer, but when it is taken out and placed outside the case, as long as there is a USB data cable, it can be used directly as a mobile hard disk.

It is impossible for the network management of the Internet cafe to lack a USB data cable.

When Wen Youning paid to open a private room, he directly borrowed several USB data cables from the network administrator.

The environment of this Internet cafe box is not bad.

Sitting on the sofa, the young man began to lay out all kinds of packed lunches, "What do you like to eat?"

Wen Youning and Zhao Min have already turned on all four computers in the private room, and connected them to the hard drives with data cables.

Song Lingdi tried one by one, distinguishing the USB flash drive from the electronic password, keeping the electronic password for herself, and throwing the work USB flash drive of the police station to others.

Song Lingdi: "With an electronic password, you should be able to log in to the household registration system directly. Let me take a look first."

The young man immediately took out the register of the funeral home from his backpack, "Check it with this one."

Afterwards, all four of them held food in one hand and a mouse in the other, and raced against the screen to check the information on the hard disk and USB flash drive.

There is no printer here in the Internet cafe, and the things that everyone collected in the end can only be put in the USB flash drive for the time being.

However, facing the information on the screen, while biting the chicken roll, the young man said slowly and clearly, "There is no news of the baby's death in the information from the police station."

Zhao Min had a sudden thought: "Could it be that I haven't had time to register yet?"

Wen Youning blinked, pointed out the name of a young woman from the death list, and said to Song Lingdi: "Check the personal information of this pale woman."

Song Lingdi has already found someone in the system.

The young man glanced at him and said in surprise, "Only 19 years old? She already has children. Is she so young? Could she have found the wrong person..."

Wen Youning shook her head, "The register and the information on the recent cancellation of the household registration of the police station can be found correspondingly, it is her."

The number of young people is a bit sensitive, and he whispered: "19 years old, isn't it the marriageable age in China?"

Song Lingdi shook her head and said, "Of course I'm not of marriageable age. The household registration information has not been updated for a while. The pale girl's information shows that she is still in elementary school."

Wen Youning: "It should be the data from the last census. This kind of large-scale data involving everyone is not like criminal records, which cannot be updated in real time."

After flipping through it for a while, Song Lingdi said with certainty: "In the registration information of newborns in the past year, I couldn't find anyone whose mother's name could correspond to that pale woman."

Zhao Min was a little surprised: "So, the baby who is a few months old is probably an illegitimate child?"

Wen Youning didn't seem surprised by this result, and said calmly: "A young woman who is only 19 years old, the child is just a few months old, and the mother and son have no relatives or friends to take care of them, and they live in a group rented house. what's the situation?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Well, for example, run with the ball..."

The three of them turned their heads to look at him at the same time, with undisguised words in their eyes.

The young man blushed a little from the stare.

Wen Youning let out a laugh, and teased, "You saw it on TV again?"

The young man whispered: "No, I saw this when I was watching a novel advertisement..."

Wen Youning reminded earnestly: "Those new media advertisements on the Internet are all deceptive."

The young man responded obediently: "Oh..."

Wen Youning then said: "But the baby is an illegitimate child, so he can't run away. The baby's final whereabouts and the identity of the baby's father are also clues."

Wen Youning didn't have a whiteboard at hand, so Wen Youning simply took out a page of instructions for membership in an Internet cafe, turned it over and briefly listed the information they already knew on the back.

Wen Youning: "What is certain now is that almost all the characters that appeared in the [cage house] scene died, except for the baby who did not go missing."

His words paused for a moment, "It also includes the 'identity' we got in this scene."

Zhao Min: "Too many people died in this concentration... I can only think of natural and man-made disasters such as fires and earthquakes. Ordinary accidents cannot cause such a terrible death rate."

Song Lingdi: "This doesn't need to be brought into reality, right? In fact, you can refer to the ideas in horror games. The story setting is that due to various coincidences, all the people in a scene die, and then it becomes a haunted house."

The young man looked at Wen Youning without saying a word.

Wen Youning said softly: "The death of the people in the [cage house] is really not a one-off. Looking at the register of the funeral parlor and the information on the cancellation of the household registration, we know that there is an obvious order of death."

He wrote on the back of the membership instruction sheet: "The first person who died, Lao Cao, was a construction site worker. The cause of death was an accident on the construction site. According to the state of the body we saw, it should have been crushed by heavy machinery."

Immediately, Wen Youning pointed to the information on the register of the funeral home, "The skinny man in the family of three who also worked on the construction site died earlier, and it was an accident during a typhoon."

Wen Youning: "According to the news I got from the little boy's junior high school teacher, after the skinny man died, the little boy also had an accident.

On the day when the little boy didn't go to class, the class teacher came to visit her home. She saw the middle-aged woman who had a nervous breakdown, but she didn't see the wreaths and mourning streamers used to pay homage to the dead. "

Zhao Min: "Obviously the landlord refused."

They all saw it with their own eyes this morning. After the landlord found the dead person, he was only worried about his house being dirty and whether he could continue to rent out.

Wen Youning: "The teacher in charge didn't mention the other tenants. I tend to ignore it. That is to say, middle-aged women, when they are emotionally broken, may blame everyone."

The young man said: "Although to the outsiders, the typhoon two days later is a new typhoon, but to the people in the [cage house], this typhoon should be the one that caused the skinny man to die unexpectedly. That's it. The timeline between the urban village and the outside world is distorted."

Wen Youning glanced at him, "Is time distorted... Actually, I personally tend to directly regard the entire urban village as a pure illusion."

Young man: "But what's happening now, things have changed."

Wen Youning said softly: "The premise for the illusion to appear is that all the people in the [cage house] are dead, and they have changed from humans to ghosts. As for how people die and the order of death, it doesn't change the essence of the situation, right?"

The young man thought for a while, and proposed another idea, "I think it has influence."

Wen Youning blinked, and asked seriously, "Tell me in detail?"

Young man: "The simplest example, if, I mean, if someone fails to pay the rent, is kicked out by the landlord, and then dies outside at night, after he becomes a ghost, he must hate the landlord.

However, in the same situation, the landlord did not drive the person out. The person was lying in the group rental house and accidentally set the fire on fire. Everyone in the group rental house had an accident. Do you think that the group of people who had the accident together, Whether you hate the landlord for not evicting people, or hate the person who lit the fire, or hate the landlord for renting houses in groups on purpose, so the security risk is particularly great, all kinds of reasons are fine. "

Wen Youning couldn't help thinking, "You mean, pay attention to the previous grievances and hatreds of those people in the [cage house], especially their grievances and hatreds are likely to be inherited by ghosts?"

Young man: "That's right! According to the original situation described by the head teacher, a middle-aged woman can hate everyone, but at the same time, if the little boy survives, her attention will be on her son.

Furthermore, if the cause of the little boy's death was another definite person rather than an accident, the object of the middle-aged woman's hatred might be that person. "

Wen Youning said thoughtfully: "If you say that, I think I should have a special chat with those people in the group rental house first, and do some ideological work on them."

While speaking, Wen Youning was already searching the webpage of the local Labor and Human Resources Bureau on the computer, trying to find free skills training programs for the unemployed and rural unemployed there.

Soon, Wen Youning directly wrote down the consultation phone number above, "There are currently two classes, one is pastry training, and the other is low-voltage electrical work training."

Seeing Wen Youning involuntarily doing poverty alleviation work in the horror live broadcast scene, the young man was dumbfounded: "..."