Monster Collector [Unlimited]

Zhao Qing, who had experienced many battles, couldn't help but change his face at this moment, and hurriedly turned off the fire.

He put on his gloves, took out the camera, and suppressed his nausea and quickly searched around the room. All the doors and windows were closed, and the footprints on the ground and the knives used were visually inspected. There were only traces of the chef alone, and there were no traces of abnormal forces intervening.

It seems to be a murder case in a secret room, and it seems that only the suicide of the deceased can explain the current situation, but when anyone sees the current tragic scene, it is impossible to believe that someone will end his life in this way.

Coupled with the hints given in the employee handbook, this must be a murder case.

It's a pity that he has no way to extract the detection fingerprint.

Zhao Qing got up again, trying to fish out the head chef's body from the pot to find more clues.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door: "Master's stewing skills are even higher, and the smell of meat can be smelled from far away."

Zhao Qing hurriedly stopped, took back the gloves, and turned her head just in time to meet a terrified gaze.

The angle was not adjusted properly when the corpse was placed, and the chef's unrepentant face happened to be facing the door.

"what--"

It was dinner time at this time, and with the heart-piercing screams of the apprentices, many people subconsciously squeezed to the door of the small kitchen to take a look, and then shouted together.

"Killed!"

"Dead!"

"vomit--"

The noisy voices were in a mess. Ding Hu and He Pingben had made an appointment to come to the restaurant to check at this time. When they heard the commotion ahead, they looked at each other and strode forward.

Ding Hu took out his ID while walking forward: "Let me handle whatever happens."

The crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed like Moses dividing the sea, and handed over the scene to a capable person, allowing him to see the extremely tragic scene in front of him smoothly.

"Hiss." Ding Hu felt a little uncomfortable, and stared at Zhao Qing who was standing at the scene of the crime with his hands up, "Why are you here?"

"I, I'm the cook," Zhao Qing smiled wryly, "When it's time to serve the food, you'll see this when you open the pot."

"It's a nursery rhyme, little pig humming, his body is burning like fire, the murderer has made a move." He Ping also felt his stomach churn, and told Ding Hu in a low voice: "Let people surround this place first, and take Zhao Qing away for interrogation. , block the news, check the surveillance, and report to the captain.”

People in full armor entered here one after another and dealt with it in an orderly manner, and Zhao Qing was naturally escorted away. As the first person who discovered the scene, he needed to tell all the information he knew.

In less than 3 minutes, Ding Hu received the communication and turned his head to tell He Ping: "The monitoring system of the whole submarine has been damaged since noon today. Now Qiao Meng, as an engineer, is troubleshooting the fault. There is a high probability that it cannot be repaired."

If the dungeon allows them to easily see the surveillance, He Ping is not disappointed: "The captain left this matter to you?"

Ding Hu: "I will lead the team for the interrogation, and the captain will report this matter to the headquarters. The follow-up will definitely be an investigation by the headquarters."

After Xie Changli discovered that the doll was missing, he immediately retrieved the monitoring from the psychological counseling room through his computer. The monitoring can only be traced back to noon and before lunch. At that time, there were still eight dolls neatly arranged on the sofa, the fluffy pink pig Sleeping with my belly spread out, heartless.

six hours.

Xie Changli recorded the time from when there was no monitoring to when the piglet was found missing. During this period, Dedmond, two nurses, the food delivery man, Qiao Meng, and the geologist who had not finished the psychological consultation during the last period of monitoring.

"Little pig humming, his body is burning like fire." Xie Changli wrote this nursery rhyme on a piece of paper.

The disappearance of the doll is likely to mean that a murder has been carried out. The piggy may refer to a fat person, and the second half of the sentence should imply the method of murder.

fire?

Xie Changli wrote down this conjecture that there is only one place in the submarine that is most related to fire - the kitchen.

At this time, the pain in his head had been relieved to the point where it could not be detected. He no longer hesitated, walked out of the room, and strode towards the cafeteria along the route Zhao Qing went back to.

Du Ya was about to flap his wings to follow, but was stopped by Xie Changli: "Find a place to hide."

Knowing that the situation was urgent, Du Ya patted his chest and assured: "Brother Xie, you can rest assured."

After walking out for only a few steps, Xie Changli felt that the atmosphere on the submarine was not right.

The closer we got to the kitchen, the more and more soldiers were standing guard on both sides of the road, each with a weapon in his hand, his face was serious, and he looked at every passerby sharply.

On the road ahead, many people who lost their souls came one after another, but they were all silent, and no one was whispering or discussing.

The atmosphere in the submarine is not right, and the murder case may have already occurred.

Xie Changli insisted on walking to the last checkpoint in front of the cafeteria. Sure enough, he saw the watertight door that had been completely closed. The soldier stretched out his hand to block the way forward: "No traffic ahead."

"I want to have dinner," Xie Changli replied, "What happened in the cafeteria?"

Soldier: "No comment."

Xie Changli argued hard: "Then what should we do with our three meals a day, so many people have to go hungry?"

Someone next to him recognized him and pulled his sleeve back: "Doctor Xie, don't be angry, everyone gave out canned food for dinner, and we will certainly not treat us badly for three meals a day."

Xie Changli responded and tried to inquire a few more words. Although the person who distributed the food was smiling, he didn't get any oil and salt, and didn't reveal any information.

The blockade was very strict, Xie Changli stopped wasting time here, and walked all the way back to the medical area, but saw soldiers clearing the way halfway.

Dedmond and a few elites under him hurried forward wearing masks. Behind them were soldiers carrying a stretcher. The white cloth covering it was not completely wrapped, and the heels—boiled flesh—was faintly exposed. Soft rotten heels.

Seeing Xie Changli who was standing there in a daze, Dedmond stopped the soldiers from chasing him away, walked up and said a few words: "Something happened, our deep sea project may end early, be careful recently."

Xie Changli nodded, and said almost out of breath, "Corpse?"

Dedmond smiled and didn't answer, basically confirming it.

When he returned to the psychological counseling room, Zhao Qing finally found an opportunity to send some information collected during the interrogation to Xie Changli through special props.

The deceased was the chef.He was cooked alive.

This afternoon, the head chef gave other people a holiday, and he finished the last big dish by himself, and the doors and windows were closed tightly, which was suspected of murder in a secret room.

Some people have entered the kitchen on the way.

The earliest one is a big cow in marine chemistry research. He loves to eat and knows how to eat. He has a good relationship with the head chef. However, he had a quarrel with the head chef some time ago because of his mentality.

The captain also went in later, because he heard a lot of complaints about the chef, so he went to persuade him to restrain his temper.

In the end, a doctor also visited and was invited to study medicated diet together.

These are the main NPCs, besides that there are some cleaners, waiters and other characters, Xie Changli wrote them down one by one.

According to the chef's temper, people hate dogs, and there are countless people who have a bad relationship with him, but the motive is not enough to make a person kill someone.

What's more, on the first day of team building, they all heard the nursery rhyme together. This was not just a personal grievance, but more like a sexual sacrifice.

Xie Changli recalled the records in other places in that notebook, but he still couldn't decipher them.

But there was a knock on his door at this moment, and soldiers in full armor filed in. Ding Hu stood at the front: "Doctor Xie, please come with us."

"Okay." Xie Changli put the pen and paper back into the package, and stood up calmly.

There is still too little information on his side, and being investigated will give him more opportunities to investigate the news.

"Wait." Ding Hu stopped, and his sharp eyes cast a series of randomly stacked dolls on the sofa.

Xie Changli stopped in his tracks, his back straightened, and his expression didn't change at all.

"Little cat, little snake, little sheep..." Ding Hu was able to grab two dolls with one hand, and all the dolls were still in his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand.

The fluffy doll is incompatible with his tough guy image and is full of comic taste.

Ding Hu: "Why do you have dolls here?"

Xie Changli smiled: "Psychiatrists always have these props to soothe emotions."

Ding Hu: "You know I'm not referring to this."

Xie Changli looked around at the soldiers around him, and hinted, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Ding Hu's face darkened, he obviously realized that if the nursery rhyme got out, it would inevitably cause riots on the submarine, so he didn't embarrass Xie Changli here, and beckoned to take him away.

As for Du Ya, he couldn't make a big fuss over a bird, so he could only send someone to look for it secretly.

The interrogation room was temporarily set up, on the top floor, next to the command room, a separate small black room.

When Xie Changli was escorted over, Zhao Qing had just finished, so she walked over scratching the back of her neck and made eye contact with him.

The soldier reminded: "Don't look around."

The two looked away.Xie Changli noticed the red marks on Zhao Qing's neck from being scratched—allergy?Or hint?

The high inspiration that came with the identity card kept reminding him, but he still couldn't figure it out.

The interrogation room door was closed.

Xie Changli was restrained on the seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He hated the darkness in front of his eyes, and even more hated the excessive silence around his ears—it was like returning to the real world without wearing special hearing aids.

This is Ding Hu's method of dismantling his willpower.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was finally opened, and two people walked in with light.

It was Ding Hu and the recorder. They sat in their seats: "Xie Changli, tell me everything you know."

command room.

The captain has already reported the death incident to the headquarters. Now that they are in the Wanli Trench, even if they want to go back, float up, and break the ice, it will take a long time. Besides, determining the ice-breaking point also requires a series of work.

Especially now that the extreme north has entered the polar night, the temperature has dropped sharply, and the thickness of the ice layer has increased. It is not easy to find a suitable ice-breaking point.

The Light of the Deep Sea project team was originally a project jointly initiated by many countries. This time, it is necessary to discuss the abnormal situation.

The trouble is not only these, although the news has been blocked, but there are still high-level executives who heard the wind, and they are in the conference room at this time.

The chief has always been conservative: "End this period of scientific research activities, return to the investigation together, catch the murderer, human life is at stake!"

Geologists have a different attitude: "The murderer can be caught soon, but the research is at a critical moment. Hand over the murderer to the headquarters for processing, and the Deep Blue Light project can continue."

"I think the murderer can send someone to take him back alone, and the up and down is [-] million."

"Why hasn't the murderer been found yet? I heard that this is not a vendetta, but an inside story."

"Captain, do you have any news to hide from us? I heard..."

The noisy crowd suddenly pointed their finger at the captain.

It just so happened that this was the communication from the headquarters, and the captain slapped the table: "All are under the headquarters' arrangement."

After a series of discussions, the headquarters finally put people first and asked to temporarily suspend the inspection project, and all staff returned to the voyage, and continued the inspection after investigation.

The ice-breaking point has also been set, and the route map was sent along with the orders from the headquarters.

The submarine then started to operate, and the water in the water tank was continuously pumped out, and the buoyancy supported the submarine along the established route all the way up.

"Current depth 9950m, water pressure xxx, salinity..."

"Submarine tilt xxx, speed xxx, rising, rising."

"The current depth is 9800m, everything is normal."

"Current depth..."

……

"The depth is 8500m, unable to float up, unable to float up."

"Anomaly found! Anomaly found! Anomaly found!"

"There seems to be an obstacle ahead that prevents the submarine from going up!"

The captain stood in the center of the command room, heard the alarm, and asked the sonar: "What is it?"

The sergeant hesitated, "I'm not sure."

The captain was a little angry: "What?"

"No, sir, it's serious." The sergeant visibly panicked, "I want to say..."

The captain strode over: "A nuclear submarine from a certain country? Damn country xx occupying the extreme north? Aliens?"

"It's more serious than these." The sergeant looked at the azimuth rate chart on the monitor in front of him, his voice trembling, with obvious fear.

The captain finally saw the display: the results returned by the hydrophones were blank, without any lines, which meant that around them—

There is nothing.

So, what is it that prevents the submarine from rising?