Ye Jia opened the door expressionlessly.
Not surprisingly, two familiar faces appeared at the door.
Zhao Guangcheng and... Cheng Cezhi.
The former looked surprised, the latter dodged, obviously not recovering from the shock a few days ago.
Seeing Ye Jia, Zhao Guangcheng hurriedly looked down at the form in his hand, and raised his head in surprise: "Yeah! It's you! I said why the name looked so familiar just now..."
Cheng Cezhi showed a reluctant smile: "Brother Ye, good morning, good morning."
The little black hand who arrived after hearing the sound leaned out from behind Ye Jia and waved to him enthusiastically: "Hi!!!"
"..." Cheng Cezhi looked as if he was going to faint again.
"So," Ye Jia asked, "why are you two this time?"
Zhao Guangcheng smirked and scratched his head: "Is there not enough manpower in this situation..."
Ok, got it, no more explanation needed.
After a brief chat, Ye Jia probably understood the current investigation progress of the Administration.
The person he met yesterday was called Wang Shize, who lived two blocks away from here. The two had been to the hospital once and briefly talked to the person concerned.
"It doesn't look like it's being held back," Cheng Cezhi said.
"Yes, it's too deliberate, and it's too targeted." Zhao Guangcheng nodded and concluded, "It's more like an evil spirit."
Being caught in a nightmare is generally random, while the haunting is completely different. They are life-threatening ghosts who only seek out those who have something to do with their own death.
Cheng Cezhi agreed: "I also feel that this Wang Shize, I always feel as if he is hiding something."
They quickly decided on a division of labor.
Cheng Cezhi said, "I'll go to the police station and look through the files to see if this Wang Shize is related to any murder or disappearance case."
"Okay." Zhao Guangcheng nodded: "Then Ye Jia and I will go to his house to see if we can pry out some clues from his family."
Ye Jia who was inexplicably cued: "..."
Damn why.
Zhao Guangcheng looked at Ye Jia, and said a little embarrassedly: "Hehe... The main reason is that the efficiency of splitting operations will be much higher, but when you go to the scene, you must have someone who can operate the instrument—"
He looked at Ye Jia with an indifferent face, patted his chest and assured: "And I'll invite you to dinner today! Milk tea on the way! Order what you want!"
Ye Zheng was about to decline: "It's still..."
At this time, the bored little black hand came over and showed off to him excitedly: "Right, did you know that little golden beans can be recharged? I just bought a lot of golden beans..."
"Ding dong."
The phone on the desktop vibrated slightly.
A text message popped up.
Ye Jia looked down at the balance: "..."
Hard, fist hard.
He counted his budget for tonight's dinner in his heart, took a deep breath, looked up at Zhao Guangcheng, who was staring at him, and pulled away a reluctant smile:
"… a word is settled."
Twenty minutes later.
Ye Jia and Zhao Guangcheng came to the bottom of an honest residential building.
The faded walls are mottled, clothes of various colors are hanging in the anti-theft iron windows, and the green plants that are not trimmed in time are sticking out of the window, which looks very life-like.
Ye Jia looked up at the building in front of him, frowned slightly, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Soon, he withdrew his gaze.
The two walked in one after the other.
There is no elevator in the residential building. Even though it is still daytime, the light in the corridor is still very dim, and the narrow corridor is piled with messy debris, making it more difficult to walk.
Zhao Guangcheng stopped in front of one of the doors.
He knocked on the door: "Hello, is this Mr. Wang Shize's house?"
A woman's nervous voice came from the door, high and sharp in the narrow corridor: "We don't buy anything!"
"We are the special affairs investigation department," Zhao Guangcheng said patiently, "Can I borrow two minutes of your time?"
The sound of footsteps approaching came from the door.
"Kara" "Kara".
The sound of metal colliding when the latch was pulled sounded in the corridor, followed by the sound of iron chains, and finally the doorknob that was locked.
It took more than a minute before and after.
Zhao Guangcheng and Ye Jia looked at each other unexpectedly.
Finally, the door opened.
A woman's pale and panicked face emerged from the crack of the door, looking out: "Why are you looking for my husband?"
Zhao Guangcheng showed her his credentials, and then continued:
"It's just a routine investigation. Did anything strange happen to you at home recently?"
There was a shudder of terror on the woman's face, she shrank, then shook her head vigorously: "No, no."
She wanted to close the door, but was blocked by Zhao Guangcheng's quick-witted feet: "Wait, I think you already know what happened to your husband yesterday, right?"
The woman's trembling became more obvious:
"So what?"
"Ma'am, I hope you don't take this seriously," Zhao Guangcheng frowned anxiously, and his attitude became serious: "Do you know that if this continues, you and your husband will probably not live long..."
A shaky look flashed in the woman's eyes.
During the stalemate between the two, Zhao Guangcheng's cell phone suddenly rang.
After briefly speaking to the person on the phone, his expression changed slightly.
Hanging up the phone, he asked slowly, "Your sister Zhao Xia drowned in the reservoir five years ago, right?"
"What...!" The woman's face changed suddenly, she stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, her face was slightly distorted with fear and anger, with a blue and white face, it looked particularly ferocious: "Go away! Get out! Who gave you the power to say this, this nonsense at my door! This is my home, get out of here!"
She wanted to close the door, but Zhao Guangcheng pressed against the door and wouldn't let her close it.
The two were deadlocked, and the situation became tense for a while.
Ye Jia suddenly spoke and interjected: "I believe you should be clear about your current situation."
His voice was very calm, with a bit of indifferent alienation in his slightly cold voice, which made one's heart tremble:
"No one will believe what you said, and no one can understand what you have been through," Ye Jia stepped forward, raised his hand and gently pulled Zhao Guangcheng back from the door, preventing him from blocking the door: "And now we are the only ones. Someone who can help you."
He lowered his eyelashes and stared at the neurotic woman in front of him. A pair of light amber pupils shone in the dim light, and his voice was still calm:
"So, are you sure you want to keep us out?"
The woman's hand trembled slightly as she pressed the door, her eyes twinkling.
After a long time, as if the strength in her body was finally drained, her whole body slumped, she took two steps back, and a muffled voice came from the dark room:
"… come in."
·
"...In the beginning, it was just a few phone calls." Zhao Wanjun buried her face in her hands and said tremblingly, "I called in the middle of the night, and when I got through, no one spoke, except for the sound of water droplets."
"Afterwards, we could hear the sound of water everywhere, on the road, at home, at work..." She raised her tormented eyes, the blue and black under them were shocking: "It's not that kind, that kind of life can What I heard was the ordinary sound of water, but the sound of falling drop by drop... A regular sound, like the faucet was not tightened, that sound is getting closer and closer to us."
"Five days ago, we brought in the master practice, me, we angered her... and... then..."
Zhao Wanjun shivered uncontrollably, and her voice became hoarse and sharp due to panic:
"Since that day, she has knocked on our door every night! Every night!"
She cried hysterically:
"Her death was an accident, an accident!! Not my fault... Not my fault!!"
Zhao Guangcheng winked at Ye Jia, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice:
"Do you believe what she said?"
Ye Jia asked back, "You don't believe it?"
"Of course!" Zhao Guangcheng said resolutely: "In case of unjust souls, they will find those who killed them indirectly or directly. If they die unexpectedly, their remnants will not be able to float for that long."
He continued: "If you want me to say, let's first report to the combat department to solve this grievance, and then contact the police through the bureau to re-investigate the truth of the incident five years ago..."
Before Zhao Guangcheng could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Ye Jia:
"Why wait five years?"
He was slightly taken aback: "What?"
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and repeated: "If it is a wrongful soul, why did you wait five years to come back?"
Zhao Guangcheng got stuck: "This..."
Ye Jia looked around at the chaotic furnishings in the room and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The air here is filled with a very deep Yin Qi, which is a very standard sign of being entangled by ghosts, and in Zhao Wanjun's tone, the almost panic-stricken guilt can't be disguised.
But... just something is not quite right.
Ye Jia patted Zhao Guangcheng on the shoulder: "Do as you said first, brother."
·
After half an hour.
The squad of the Combat Section quickly arrived and took over the case from their hands.
Ye Jia stood downstairs and waited for the follow-up.
Cheng Cezhi hurriedly ran downstairs.
"Brother Ye!" He was panting, but his eyes were bright: "Don't worry, everything is done!"
He rested for a while, then continued:
"Moreover, the police and us have been cooperating for a long time. Once the killing is over, the police will start to investigate the case of Zhao Xiake's disappearance again."
At this moment, there was a soft bang upstairs, and the window of Wang Shize's house lit up for a moment.
Then, the sound of footsteps from far to near came from the corridor.
Zhao Guangcheng walked out of the building door first, gave Ye Jia an OK gesture, and laughed heartily: "You're done! Successfully completed the task!"
He put his hand on the shoulders of Ye Jia and Cheng Cezhi: "Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner..."
Ye Jia was dragged forward. Before leaving, he turned to look at the old residential building behind him.
He suddenly noticed that a family on the left on the first floor, although it was still broad daylight, still had thick curtains drawn.
The curtain moved slightly, and in the dark room, an old man's blue-white face was revealed.
He stared at a pair of bloodshot and cloudy eyes, peeping out, his face had the exact same expression as Zhao Wanjun - the same fear, the same full of guilt.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
The same building, two consecutive
This is not a murderous modus operandi.
—He now knows where his familiarity comes from.
The culprit is not a ghost or a ghost, but a monster.
It climbed out of the abyss of malice, a monster full of blood, its body was only endless greed and hunger, never satisfied, never stopped, until it devoured the entire block, the entire city, and even the entire world. .
The longer it sits, the stronger it will be and the harder it will be to eradicate.
Ye Jia turned around and walked forward with Cheng Cezhi and Zhao Guangcheng.
A sigh was blown away by the wind.
Looks like I have to come back tonight.
—
In the dark corner where the sun could not reach, a face slowly emerged, with scarlet lips hanging high, pulling a weird smile, a pair of pure black eyes rolling, staring straight at Ye Jiali. go direction.
How many deeply buried ugly memories, how many unspoken secrets, can produce such a mellow and dark smell
This should be... what a perfect prey.