you are scary

The large screen in the conference room projected the scene of the 9.27 murder and surrounding pictures.

Song Nongmo said from the side: "...there is no surveillance camera in the store. The murderer committed the crime in the middle of the night, but the doors and windows are intact. There are no footprints or signs of entry and exit. Due to the haunted house nearby and the murder that occurred more than ten years ago, most local residents in Zhengde Street avoid night shopping. Go out and stay at home as much as possible, so many people didn't notice anything unusual on the night of the incident. Zhengde Street is adjacent to the subway station, and it is still lively at night..."

Li Ke poked the cap of the ballpoint pen and wrote a summary on the paper.

As long as supernatural forces appear, even a petty theft is a difficult case for the Special Events Department.What's more, four lives have been lost so far, and the perpetrators are still at large.

"The most important thing is the surveillance video when the crime happened." Song Nongmo pressed the play button.A corner of the alley overlooking the corner appeared on the big screen. This was the video provided by the surveillance camera at the alley during the investigation. After checking with the people who appeared in the surveillance that day, there were still seven people who were suspicious or unidentified.

Bai Qianwan was one of the remaining seven people, and he was also the focus of observation.

"Bai Qianwan..."

Following Song Nongmo's whisper, Zhao Liao turned the screen to another part.Screenshots of Bai Qianwan's figure in the video and surveillance appeared. He was tall, thin, light-skinned, and carrying a large bag of things in his hand.Bai Qianwan had left the haunted house and even bought something in the supermarket on the day of the incident.

"24 years old, graduated from high school, currently working as a psychic and webcaster, financially struggling."

Under the control of his mouse, a screenshot of the Baibaibai live broadcast room of the horror live broadcast jumped out, and the last live broadcast time was displayed at 07:30 tonight.

"That's why I live in a haunted house." Li Ke said.

Next is the exterior photo of the haunted house, a large house with a courtyard, the outer wall is peeling off, the top is a triangular eaves that were popular decades ago, and a wooden fence surrounds the jasmine bushes in the courtyard.

Zhao Liao said: "When you get in touch, it gives people a very gentle and quiet feeling. It's the kind of appearance that won't make people vigilant."

A close-up photo of Bai Qianwan appeared on the screen.

"He has a history of suicide and self-harm, and attempted suicide by jumping off a building three times. The last time he was sent to the hospital for suicide was on the 2133th of last month. Bai Qianwan jumped from an abandoned unfinished building and was sent to the hospital by passing people. He suffered multiple fractures in his body. He was hospitalized During the period, I tried to hang myself in the ward, but was stopped by the patrolling nurse." Song Nongmo flipped through the folder, "Living alone, I once made a comment about 'cannibalism' on the Internet, but it was Weibo nine years ago, in [-] He abandoned this Weibo account in [-].”

- want to eat hands 2133/09/13

- I really want to eat human flesh 2133/09/28

- don't want to eat again 2133/09/28

Zhao Liao frowned: "At that time, Bai Qianwan was 15 years old, right? There is a saying that this kind of Weibo does not mean that he must have the tendency of cannibalism... Many people just talk casually. What do you mean by 'want to kill', 'I want to blow up the school' is just a mouthful, and few people put it into action."

"2133 was nine years ago, why didn't he update his Weibo all of a sudden? I think he posted his status very diligently, sometimes several times a day." Li Ke flipped through Bai Qianwan's Weibo, and the last Weibo was "Ahhh , I have to hand in my homework tomorrow." The time is October 2133, 10, the last day of the National Day.

"In October, he dropped out of school," Song Nongmo said, "the reason was that he was unwell. After that, Bai Qianwan disappeared from the Internet for several years, and only appeared this year when he registered a personal account on the horror live broadcast."

"He looks very sick," Zhao Liao flipped through his information, "In October...did he drop out of school because of illness? What kind of illness? Looking at his medical records, it seems that many of them were minor ailments, such as colds and fevers. "

"No, he dropped out of school because he was accused of murder by his classmates." Song Nongmo threw out a bullet out of nowhere.

Several policemen in the room showed strange expressions on their faces: "Murder?"

Zhao Liao quickly realized: "Because of that 'witchcraft case'?" He found out about this case when he was investigating Bai Qianwan's middle school dropout incident. In the open case category.

Li Ke looked surprised: "Absolutely, Bai Qianwan looks more and more weird. He has a history of suicide and is suspected of murder by his classmates. However, are the two cases related?"

The information of "Witchcraft Case" jumped out on the screen.

In 2133, there was a series of unnatural deaths at No. [-] Middle School in City B. There were a total of three victims, all of whom were underage high school students.

Under the bright light, Song Nongmo's side face showed a mocking sneer: "The last victim of the 'Witchcraft Case' was the president of the 'Supernatural Events Society'. After his death, the surviving 'Supernatural Events Society' "There are only two members left. Bai Qianwan is one of them. He became the target of public criticism. He was accused by his classmates of murdering others with witchcraft and was bullied on campus. He quit after a few days. The result of the police investigation at that time was that he was not suspected of committing the crime.”

"There are two people left, who is the other person? Wasn't he violently attacked by his classmates?" A police officer asked.

Li Ke and Zhao Liao were silent for a while, and Qi Qi looked at Song Nongmo.

"That person is me." Song Nongmo said frankly.

After waking up, as expected, Bai Qianwan had a splitting headache, his body was hot, his whole body was like a pile of mud, and he slumped on the sofa sticky.However, being sick was already a habit for him, so he reluctantly got up to take a shower and took antipyretics, then he began to clean the wood fragments on the floor.

The doll from last night had been smashed to pieces by Bai Qianwan, with pieces of paint and rotten wood falling all over the floor, only the metal joints supporting the doll's activities and the suspenders on its body were still intact.The brown glass eyeballs under the eyelids had also been smashed and mixed with the yellow wig like dirt in a bird's nest.

After sweeping the floor with a dustpan, the wood chips were thrown into black garbage bags.Bai Qianwan changed his clothes, left the haunted house, and threw the garbage bag containing the doll fragments into the non-recyclable trash can.

The streets of Zhengde in the morning are fresh and spacious, and the breeze carries the moisture after the rain. The houses on both sides have just been washed by the rain, and they glow wetly in the sun.After the morning rush hour for work, there are only old people and children who get up for morning walks on the street, and the bus booths are not crowded.

From the position of the bus booth, you can see the entrance of the alley, which is the supermarket where the crime happened. The yellow cordon is still staggered around the open space surrounding the entrance of the supermarket. There are a few ignorant and fearless sparrows parked on it, and a few people who look like policemen are in the supermarket. The door goes in and out.

When the car arrived, Bai Qianwan looked away and took the bus to the new city.

After the only supermarket on Zhengde Street was closed, the big guys had to go to other places to buy daily necessities.Bai Qianwan's goal this time is dolls and gifts, so he decided to go shopping in the large shopping plaza in the new city.Before that, he went to the bank to cash the million-dollar check.

The bank staff smiled inexplicably: "Mr. Song Nongmo's check..."

While waiting for the deposit, Bai Qianwan chatted with her: "What's wrong with Song Nongmo?"

"It's nothing, don't you read the news? The head of the Song family passed away, and now the two sons are suing for the inheritance."

"I don't want to watch it." Bai Qianwan is not interested in this kind of thing, besides, he has already learned about such things as fighting for inheritance through psychic communication in advance.

"Song Nongmo doesn't seem to have any intention of inheriting the family business. It seems that the Song family intends to let their granddaughter replace him..." The staff chatted with him one-sidedly about the rich family gossip, "Strange, he didn't join the Song company, and now he is What is your occupation?"

"do not know."

Anyway, people who can afford 100 million don't have to worry about food and water if they don't work.

As for his occupation, it's not something that Bai Qianwan and others can know.

The staff handed him the bank card and a stack of receipts: "Okay."

After receiving this card and receipt, Bai Qianwan officially became a brand new millionaire, and it was thanks to Song Nongmo's blessing.

"Song Nongmo..." He muttered his name meaninglessly, and a vague memory jumped out of his poisoned and rusty brain. Because he had been deliberately forgotten, Bai Qianwan could only recall fragments .The screen is jumping and shaking, and from time to time there are scum and snowflakes like old-fashioned TV sets.

The voice of the young Song Nongmo jumped out: "I want to be a policeman."

……

police?

It turned out that Song Nongmo once had such a dream.

He shook his head, put this memory behind him, and drove to the mall.

The shopping guides in large shopping malls were overly enthusiastic, and it seemed that Bai Qianwan was a bit shy. Several female shopping guides surrounded him and introduced products in a chattering manner.

"Are you planning to buy it for your girlfriend?"

"What's the approximate height of your girlfriend? May I help you see the size?"

"This is the most popular style of nightdress this year. It is retro and comfortable, and the silk material is very durable."

Bai Qianwan was dazzled in front of a pile of colorful nightdresses: "Uh, I don't know her height, maybe, is she tall?" Mrs. Chen has no hands and feet, so he really can't tell her height, but from the length of her upper body Look, she should have been a tall woman when she was alive.

"How high is high?"

"1.7 meters five...? I don't know."

"What style does she like? Loose, sexy or conservative?"

"what?"

"How about this color, lotus root purple?"

"Is everything all right?"

"Then how about packing these together? I'll give you a [-]% discount!"

After getting the three nightdresses, Bai Qianwan went to the sports equipment store and ordered professional dumbbells, treadmills and yoga equipment, and made an appointment to deliver them to the door tomorrow.These things are gifts for the ghosts who live in the haunted house. They have lived together for half a year, and the humans and ghosts live in harmony. Now that Bai Qianwan has money, he also wants to buy something for these roommates.What's more, maybe he will be roommates with these brats for a long time after his death.

The dolls are given to the children who often come to play in the courtyard, especially Xiao Ming, Bai Qianwan threw away the doll she picked up and refused to take it home, and now she has to buy a new one to compensate her.

"The doll and the bear dance, dance, dance, one two one..."

After finishing everything that should be purchased, Bai Qianwan returned to the haunted house before noon.He put the doll and teddy bear on the sofa and looked around.

Ghosts usually sleep in dark places during the day, and it is not easy to find them.Just as he was about to go to the small room in the corridor to wake up the ghosts, the phone suddenly rang.

It's early in the morning, and the current ghost call is too upside down, right?

Bai Qianwan turned back from the corridor reluctantly.During the period, he was hit on the head by a pillow flying from the room.The human pig screamed in the room: "Hurry up and answer the phone, you idiot! It's so noisy!"

The phone rang hysterically.

He picked up the microphone: "Hello?"

The girl sobbed for a while: "Excuse me, is Mr. Bai Qianwan, the psychic?"

"it's me."

"I...I have something I want to ask you for help," the girl let out a muffled snort while crying, like some kind of animal grunt, "about the 'ogre' murder."

"Uh?"

Why this case again.

"I would like to ask you to channel the deceased, please," the girl said, "I am the family member of the third victim. As for the fee, we will do our best..."

"That's it." Bai Qianwan's fingers wrapped around the telephone wire in a spiral circle like a jellybean, "Why are you channeling? I need to know this."

"I never once dreamed of my lover," the girl cried more violently. "I and the rest of the family hope to see him again."

Is that right?

Bai Qianwan put the phone line aside.

He said: "Please leave your address and contact information, and I will visit you another day."

After hanging up the phone, the soul of the human pig appeared behind him.

"It's been a long time since I heard you talking on the phone for so long..." She hugged a fiery red pajamas, "Also, my God, what size did you buy, I can't wear it at all, it's too big!"

"Because of that murder case," Bai Qianwan held the note with the address and phone number on it, staring at the window blocked by the curtains, "I always have a bad feeling."

He quietly opened the curtain a crack and peeked out.In the distance, a man walked by with a Samoyed dog.