you are scary

It has been confirmed that the doors and windows were locked before the wife of the deceased found the body, there were no signs of damage or footprints, and there were no other secret passages in the house. This case has become a different kind of secret room murder case.

The murderer entered and left the crime scene with the help of non-human power, or the murderer was not human at all.

"Ghosts are something that ordinary people can't see at all, and cameras and the like may not be able to capture them. This case is very difficult to handle. The most important thing is that the soul of the deceased has disappeared." Li Ke's table sprinkled a pile of ghosts. Photos of dishes on site.

"That's why special people and special incident handling departments are required to appear on the scene. Moreover, in fact, every ghost murder case is very difficult to handle, but this situation is still very special. The soul disappears, as if being imprisoned elsewhere or being eaten ," Zhao Liao arranged the photos of the dishes one by one, "The murderer is very good at cooking, but these dishes are home-cooked dishes, and there are no regional characteristics..."

A figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes and took the photo in his hand.

Song Nongmo frowned slightly, staring closely at the arrangement of the bowls, chopsticks and plates in the photo.He said suddenly, "Right-handed?"

The two gathered around upon hearing this.

The photo shows a plate of fried human flesh with cabbage, and orange plastic chopsticks are placed on the right side of the plate.

"In the past three cases, the orientation of the bowl and chopsticks was consistent with the autopsy technique. He was left-handed," Song Nongmo wondered. "Is the position of the chopsticks just a coincidence? Or are there two murderers? The murderer who divided the body was left-handed. Isn't the other one?"

The three exchanged glances.

Li Ke said, "One person and one ghost, or two ghosts?"

Half an hour later, the news of Bai Qianwan, the owner of No. 18 Zhengde Street, was quickly sent back to the headquarters.

"Bai Qianwan went out at ten o'clock in the morning, threw away a bag of non-recyclable garbage, and went to the bank. A large amount of money flowed into his bank account. Nightdresses, sports equipment, dolls. Didn’t meet anyone, went home immediately after shopping.”

Li Ke received the message from his colleague and asked in surprise, "Song Nongmo?"

"The cost of psychic communication," Song Nongmo explained without changing his expression, "that's why I want to avoid it. I didn't expect him to be the psychic teacher I hired through an intermediary."

"Because of the lawsuit over the Song family's inheritance?" Li Ke understood, "So that's how it is."

Zhao Liao looked at the message and said: "Women's nightdress? Speaking of which, these things might be given to his girlfriend, but it's hard to say whether this girlfriend is human, after all, Bai Qianwan lives in a haunted house Most psychics probably have a high degree of acceptance of this non-human race."

Song Nongmo's fingers tapped on the table unconsciously.He asked, "Did you see a ghost when you went to his house last time?"

"Yes, the human pig ghost was lying on the ground, and the other ghosts formed a circle to listen to us talking to Bai Qianwan," Zhao Liao said, "There are quite a few of them, both men and women."

Song Nongmo pondered for a while, and said, "In this case, why not go there to visit the ghosts at night, bring the ghost coins and guns, and I will go there too."

"Wow, Captain Song is going out in person—everyone is going to turn day and night upside down again," Li Ke stretched his waist, "Then let me hurry up and go to sleep, I have to drive at night, and I can't drive when I'm tired."

Li Ke and Zhao Liao crossed shoulders and went into the small room to rest. Song Nongmo was still sitting there smoking. In front of his eyes were shocking photos of corpses and various dishes of human flesh that had been frozen in the refrigerator.The cigarette on his finger was stuck in the ashtray.

Cruel and tricky case.

Moreover, one of the suspects under investigation is Bai Qianwan.

He turned out to be a suspect in a serial murder case.

The young man's pale, sickly and beautiful smile gradually came to mind, like the jasmine planted by his door, innocent and pure white.

Could such a person be a murderer?

Bai Qianwan was sleeping.

Long-term exhaustion and a low-grade fever caused him to fall into sleep almost immediately after lying down on the sofa.Soon, he saw himself when he was a boy. The dream was grotesque, broken and incoherent, and there was no effective information.If I have to say it, the clearer part is in the school sports warehouse. There are leather sofas piled up in the warehouse, exuding the unpleasant smell of leather being baked by the high temperature in summer. Those are all old leather that were eliminated in the office The sofa, because of the presence of mice, was bitten and had holes everywhere.For a long time, with a light touch of a finger on the armrest, the leather on the surface turned into pieces and fell off.When he looked down, he saw that he was wearing sneakers, and he probably sneaked here to play during gym class.

Why dream of these?Thinking about it carefully, it is probably because there are only irrelevant memories left in my mind, and the important ones must have been deleted.After all, this is a poisoned computer.

"Hush! Shh, Xiaobai is sleeping."

Bai Qianwan heard the soft voice of the pig.His eyelids trembled and he woke up.

The clock facing him on the wall read 09:30 PM.

The symptoms of headache basically disappeared, and the specific medicine is still very effective.But what followed was a strong sense of hunger, and the organs in the stomach clamored "eat, eat".His whole body was sore and limp, and he stretched out his left hand tremblingly towards the pig: "Mrs. Chen, can you lend me your mobile phone? I want to order takeaway, I'm so hungry."

"I reluctantly agree to you." Renyi has already changed into a new skirt, a silk nightgown in apricot color, which is wrapped around her torso like a sack.

The other ghosts joked: "Really, the mouth is short for eating people, but the hand is soft for taking people."

"What are you doing, Xiaobai is a millionaire now!"

"Why do millionaires still go out to take orders? It's too hard, and they can obviously end their work from now on."

"No," Bai Qianwan took Ren Zhi's cell phone and said slowly, "I wanted to refuse, but the other party is the family of the deceased in the 'Ogre' murder case, so I suddenly became interested."

"Interested?" Human Pig asked.

"I don't know, I'm just suddenly interested, I want to know what the murderer looks like in the eyes of the dead," Bai Qianwan's fingers fluttered on the virtual keyboard, "This is a strange reason."

"You're a weird person—"

Renzhi's mobile phone is a large-screen touch-screen mobile phone, almost like a small ipad.With a touch of the screen, you can see the interface of Mrs. Chen's WeChat official account: "Thousands of strange things".The WeChat icon is a ghostly face, and it looks like it should be a horror and suspense official account.Ghosts follow this kind of account, probably because they want to know what kind of status they are in the eyes of humans.

The latest article of the official account jumped out.

"Let's talk about the motive of murder today".

It opens to a short essay that seems to be based on recent commentary on the ogre case, about the motives and psychoanalysis of serial killers.Bai Qianwan took a quick glance, almost describing "joyful killing" and "killing without motive", and thought that ogre is a typical example.

Under the comments, there are many words like "Wow, I have benefited a lot", "Murderer, go to death!!", and some people left a message: "You are really funny when you pretend to understand. Hee, stupid as hell."

Bai Qianwan's eyes darkened: "I said, can you stop using the WeChat registered with my mobile phone number to comment on others, what if I was searched for by human flesh... What if I was beaten up on the road."

"Can you control it? Get out!" Ren Yi hit him on the head with a fist made of hair.

"……All right."

Bai Qianwan resentfully closed the official account and opened the ordering app.

Dinner is char siew buns.

The chair was dragged to the window, Bai Qianwan opened the curtains and ate buns by the window.The human pig whispered something like "Human meat pork buns" in his ear, trying to make him vomit.

"You're annoying." Bai Qianwan didn't want to talk to her.

"What are you looking at? Is there anything outside?" The pig's face was glued to the windowpane, because the nose had been cut off, the bone of the bridge of the nose and the wings of the nose were gone, leaving only a sticky blood-red scar and The two red holes are just right for the whole face to be attached to the flat glass without any resistance.If someone just happened to look over from the outside, they would probably be frightened and screamed.

There are not only people outside the window, but also ghosts.

Some of them penetrated from the roof, some from the front walls and windows, their bodies passed through the wood and mud bricks, and left straight away, floating in the sky.The ghosts of different shapes are like a group of bubbles, flying lightly, landing on the ground, or floating further away.The streets of Zhengde are full of yin, so there are many ghosts.

However, what Bai Qianwan cares about is humans.

To be precise, it was the three strange men outside.Despite the weird scenes of each other covering each other, or making fake phone calls to hide themselves talking to themselves from the perspective of ordinary people, as long as you can see the ghosts, you can understand what they are doing.

The three men were all tall, well-built adult men. They were scattered on the street, chatting with the ghosts who passed by, and handing the ghosts some ghost coins from time to time.

"Wow, some local tyrants are here to give away Lyse!"

"I'm going, I'm going too!"

"Who are they?"

"Police, otherwise it's a psychic who came from somewhere, asking ghosts for help."

The ghosts in the haunted house scrambled to get out.

Renyi is trying on new clothes in front of the mirror: "Hey, this purple one is too big, it fits you well."

A young man in black stood under a street lamp, his head lowered, he was talking to a drunk by the side of the road.He was wearing a thin black knit top and jeans, and dark boots.The tanned complexion, the handsome face, and the predictably muscular body beneath the knit top—

"good to eat."

After finishing the last barbecued pork bun, Bai Qianwan licked his teeth.

Looking back at Song Nongmo's face, he showed a distressed expression, resting his slender fingers on his chin, and whispered to himself: "He really became a policeman."

And it's a policeman from the Special Incident Management Department.

As the name suggests, this department is used to solve special events.After the criminal police determine that the case belongs to the supernatural category, they will be transferred to the special incident department for handling. Therefore, the criminal police of this branch are quite special. They communicate, so they also often meet ghosts, psychics and Taoists.

Bai Qianwan is a psychic, so it is impossible not to know the existence of this department.

"Maybe we will have frequent dealings in the future." He put down the lunch box and covered the window with curtains.