Fu Xingchuan simply washed his face and hurried to the inquiry room.
For security reasons, the inquiry room is not inside the Shian Building, but in a small cylindrical building in the southwest corner of the park. The inquiry room is on the basement floor, and the corridor is filled with vibrant green plants. There are some birdcages hung among the green plants, and many birds are chirping among the branches and leaves.
They are not mere decoration.
These potted plants and birds are very sensitive to evil spirits [gǎn]. More importantly, they are eye-catching enough to completely cover the magical instruments in the corridor.
Fu Xingchuan swallowed the chocolate, and the sweet and greasy taste stuck in his throat. As soon as he entered the inquiry room, he poured himself a whole pot of tea.
The inquiry room of Shi'an Group is no better than a police station. Its decoration style is quite warm. The lighting is soft and warm, the dark brown wooden furniture is paired with broad-leaf potted plants, and hot tea and peach cakes are placed on the small table. At first glance, this place looks more like a retro cafe.
But there's still an icy part to it.
For example, the inquiry room is fully stocked, but does not contain any sharp objects. The tables and chairs are fixed to the floor, and the cups and plates are all made from special items that cannot be broken. Another example is Fu Xingchuan sitting in a dark room, separated from the warm little world by a layer of one-way glass, and the people inside can't see him at all.
The origin of the unknown person is unknown, and more time is needed for a physical examination, and inquiries can be made later. Through the one-way glass, Fu Xingchuan examined Zhong Chengshuo in the inquiry room.
Zhong Cheng said he had already taken off his poncho.
Zhong Cheng's voice was gentle and clean.
Eye.
"Well, my family was in good health at that time. I wanted to take a look around while I had free time, so as not to worry about it in the future. My mother was not feeling well a while ago, so I came back."
Zhong Cheng was silent for a while. He looked up at the one-way glass, as if he could see through the coating.
"Why?" Fu Xingchuan couldn't help but ask, "It takes you more than an hour to ride to Changling Road. It's raining like this in the middle of the night, and the road conditions are bad... "
Very good, true again. His worries went from "seemingly unnecessary" to "unfounded".
"Oh, you are eighty, so you need to take good care of it. But I don't understand. Looking at this information... you did not return to Haigu immediately after graduation, but traveled outside for two years?"
The interrogation about Zhong Cheng's story ended quickly. Regarding tonight's incident, his story was no different from what he gave to the police. Zhong Cheng said that the only abnormality he noticed was that "the street lights on the street seemed to be broken."
Although he had a strange experience tonight, there was neither fear nor resistance on his face, nor was there any excitement in his eagerness to talk.
Zhong Cheng said and sat down in the armchair. He clasped his hands together and rested them on the edge of the table, his slightly longer cuffs covering his wrists.
Fu Xingchuan did ask, and the data told him it was the truth, but that didn't stop him from thinking it was nonsense.
So far, Zhong Cheng has said that he has not lied. Fu Xingchuan subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief—now it seemed that his worries were unnecessary.
"So filial, it seems your parents are very good to you."
I have to say that this man's appearance is very popular with the elders.
He specifically confirmed that the potted plants were the varieties sold at the market for five yuan per pot and eight yuan for two pots. No matter what they think, normal people should wait until dawn.
Since Fu Xingchuan was observing with a picky mentality, he still dug out the unpleasant spots.
Fu Xingchuan went out to smoke a cigarette. When he came back, Anonymous was already sitting where Zhong Cheng said he had just been.
Fu Xingchuan continued as if nothing had happened: "Aren't you curious about your biological parents? Seeing that you have been traveling around the world for two years, I thought -"
Fu Xingchuan: "Thank you for your hard work. Let's go out. After staying up most of the night, let's go to the lounge to sleep for a while. I have something to talk to you about during the day."
But Zhong Cheng said that the origin is clear at least, and the next anonymous person is the focus.
"Then let's chat casually and relax." Fu Xingchuan said, "I just looked at your information. You were a graduate student at University A - University A, one of the top universities in the country. With your grades, you can choose anywhere. What do you think? Return to Haigu for development?”
Fu Xingchuan cleared his throat and made a "start" gesture to his colleague on the other side of the camera. He lowered his head and quickly read the information Zhong Cheng said and took a breath.
The looks Zhong Cheng said should be matched with a pair of clear eyes, and he can definitely be used to shoot the "Top Ten Good Young People" promotional posters. But those eyes were like black holes dotted with ink, dark and without any emotion. Those eyes would be enough to make someone uneasy, if not neutralized by their harmless appearance.
Haigu City is located inland, has a long history, and focuses on tourism. Looking at development alone, it can barely be considered a second-tier city. Zhong Cheng said that his major was "Biochemistry and Molecular Biology", which was not suitable for employment in Haigu.
Zhong Cheng said that his eyebrows are gentle and elegant, his black hair has not been permed or dyed, and his bangs and ends are a bit too long. Paired with square rimless glasses, he exudes a student spirit and looks younger than he actually is.
Fu Xingchuan: "..."
Zhong Cheng said he glanced at him in surprise: "That's two lives."
Zhong Cheng said he was led away by the staff. Fu Xingchuan drank half a pot of tea, and a sense of vicissitudes of life filled his heart. Minister Fu, who was in his early forties, lamented for a long time - young people nowadays are really becoming more and more incomprehensible.
"Mr. Zhong, did someone explain it to you on the way?"
"One last thing to confirm, why did you go out in the rain in the early morning?"
Fu Xingchuan immediately looked at the data returned on the tablet.
"It was a routine inquiry just now. It may have made you uncomfortable. I apologize first. Then let's get down to business..."
He wore a white sweater that was too wide and too large, dark-colored trousers that were baggy and casual, and his sneakers were neatly taken care of. At this moment, Zhong Cheng said he was busy putting on his glasses - maybe because he was afraid of being dazzled by the rain, he kept the glasses case in his pocket.
"I'm not curious at all. My only relatives are my parents, my current parents." Zhong Cheng said, pushing up his glasses and smiling.
Not to mention that this person's grades were so good that it was unbelievable that the instructor Zhong Cheng mentioned was willing to let him go.
"I confirmed the power of attorney at the police station and I am willing to cooperate."
"Didn't you ask me just now? My parents were visiting relatives today and the windows were open. I was afraid that my dad's potted plants would be drowned."
"They are very good to me," he said. "It should be written in the information that I was adopted by them. As adoptive parents, there will be no one in the world who is more qualified than them."
"There is a suspected leak of dangerous chemicals in Xizhao District. It is a premeditated crime. The case is serious and all abnormalities nearby must be investigated. You are assisting the police in the investigation."
Data from the technical department continued to come in, and there was not a single lie in Zhong Cheng's narrative.
Zhong Cheng said with a shy smile: "My parents are over 80 years old. It would be difficult to take care of me if I study or work abroad for a long time."
The moment he saw that person, Director Fu subconsciously tensed up and his pupils dilated slightly.
Mr. Anonymous's long hair was tied up, and his pale complexion was illuminated by the warm light, making him more energetic. Compared to the photo, his cheeks and lips were redder, and his brown-red eyes were less dazzling. This man was tall and tall, and his hospital gown was replaced by a Shi'an Group cultural shirt. Once he wore it, the dull design instantly turned into a fashionable item.
The point is that face.
Fu Xingchuan had seen too many "beauties", both human and non-human. Compared with them, Wumingshi's appearance could still be said to be unparalleled, with a beauty that was as beautiful as a blood-quenched blade.
She is too beautiful, and she is even more evil in person than in the photos.
There was no hint of appreciation in Minister Fu's emotion, but full of vigilance. He has been in this industry for thirty years and naturally knows the most basic truth -
For living creatures related to metaphysics, especially "people" with "unknown origins", beauty only means danger.
Fu Xingchuan lightly knocked on the table. In an instant, the entire inquiry room was completely sealed, and dozens of destructive spells were ready to go. If it weren't for the lush green plants and sleeping birds, Fu Xingchuan could have activated the blasting system incidentally. Unlike Minister Fu who was on full alert, Yin Ren was light and airy.
Under the seal there was only moist, thick darkness, and a pile of putrid and sticky corpses. After a comprehensive physical examination, he was taken by the staff to take a nice hot bath - Yin Ren even learned how to use the hot water tap without any teacher.
Hot water faucet, magical. Hair dryer, awesome. He wanted to ruin this era because he had water in his head.
Yin Ren leaned back in the armchair relaxedly and looked at the food in front of him.
He was new here and didn't know that things had been changed. The hot tea and peach cakes that Zhong Cheng mentioned as a treat were removed, and now there was a cup of hot coffee and a plate of chocolate cookies on the table.
The coffee is clear coffee with an unusually strong smell.
"Don't rush to talk, let's have something to eat first." A voice sounded in the room.
Yin Ren aimed at the one-way glass. In this form, he could not clearly see the situation on the other side, but he could feel the power of the other side.
There is an extremely powerful practitioner on the other side of the "mirror", so you can't be too cautious next time.
The drink in front of him was steaming hot, and the sour and bitter roasting aroma penetrated his nose. Yin Ren tried to take a sip, but evil spirits almost came out of his mouth.
There is fraud. Even if someone likes extreme tastes, they shouldn’t treat guests accordingly by default.
As soon as the rim of the cup left his lips, Yin Ren swept everything on the table. Thanks to Ji Sha's excellent sense of smell, he smelled food among the pile of scattered decorations.
Salt and pepper in delicate bottles, soy sauce and vinegar in transparent tubes. The cylindrical bag exudes a rich milk flavor, and the rectangular tissue paper is filled with sugar granules. There is also a small spoon of jam and lard on the table.
It’s all seasoned stuff. They were arranged neatly in a wooden box set, within easy reach of him.
There is obviously not much time left for you to react.
Yin Ren controlled his expression, neatly pulled out the sugar sticks, tore open the butter balls, and started adding ingredients to the drink—he didn't know if this was "right" or not, but he had mixed too many medicinal soups and knew how to make them taste better.
The drink with added ingredients went smoothly. Yin Ren took a few sips and picked up a piece of something that looked like a snack.
There was no trap this time, and he tasted a wonderful bitter taste that was completely unfamiliar to him. The dim sum was rich and sweet, and Yin Ren ate the whole plate without hesitation. To be fair, this thing is 10,000 times more delicious than the Resentment Basket. It just makes your throat sticky when you eat it. Drinks go well with it.
"Is there more?" Yin Ren still had more to say.
Fu Xingchuan: "...Yes."
"I'm sorry, I'm really hungry. You have all the seasonings. Can you have a bowl of noodles or something?"
Fu Xingchuan: "...there are two packs of cookies in the desk drawer."
Fu Xingchuan put down the tablet where Yin Ren couldn't see it. Just now, the results of Anonymous' physical examination came out.
According to the results of genetic analysis, Jane Doe is a standard native human.
His bone age is about 22 to 23 years old, and he is in good health with only a little malnutrition. The thorny thing is that there is no match between the physical features and DNA of the anonymous person and the missing person. There were no calluses, surgery marks or injuries on his body. He was as intact as a newborn, leaving no clues to them.
The police contacted the mental health center, but the hospital insisted that there was no such person among the patients. During the time when this person appeared, the hospital encountered a power outage and could not produce monitoring data.
As of now, Minister Fu can only dig information from this person. At least judging from his current performance, Anonymous has some modern knowledge, which can basically rule out the possibility of "less exposure to popular information" and "not understanding the current era."
"I'm sorry for wasting your time. You can ask whatever you want, but I won't answer it."
Yin Ren chewed the sticky cookies and tried to speak out.
"How much do you remember about yourself?" Fu Xingchuan went straight to the point.
Yin Ren hurriedly took a sip of coffee: "...Ahem, not much. I just remember that I used to move around a lot. Maybe I should say 'business trip'? I can't remember the recent things. My head is in a mess now."
The instrument readings fluctuated. The man was not lying, but his words were exaggerated.
"Tell me about last night." Minister Fu remained calm.
"You want to ask me why I'm in this situation?" Yin Ren carefully turned around and said, "I don't know, it was just like this when I woke up. I really had no choice but to pick up a dagger nearby to defend myself. Even if they didn't call the police, I planned to Ask the police for help."
"It was a pure coincidence that I entered the 'City Mental Hospital'. I just wanted to find something to wear. When I first woke up, I didn't even have any clothes on me." Although he was not in human form at the time, Yin Ren silently added in his heart.
"Can you find a place to wake up?"
"It's terrible, that place is full of wasteland. I wandered around for a long time and went too far."
This is the truth. At that time, he was flowing underground, almost across the entire Haigu City.
"A mental hospital that you entered on your own initiative?"
"Yes, I got in through the window. It was too dark at night. I only know that it is a... that kind of 'public facility'. It is always inappropriate to break into other people's private homes."
Yin Ren is confident that "turning into a column of liquid and drilling through the cracks in the window" is definitely a type of window climbing.
"I got some clothes. I didn't want to stay in a place where my identity was unknown, so I ran out again. As a result, I bumped into Brother Zhong when I went out. He can testify that I have been very cooperative. Later, your people took me here directly and did A lot of checks.”
"...You call him 'Brother Zhong'." Fu Xingchuan rubbed his temples.
"He looks older than me." Ji Sha, who is at least a thousand years old, has an innocent look on his face, "He also said he is an acquaintance of mine."
Fu Xingchuan laughed twice. Mr. Anonymous’s observation data fluctuated greatly, but none of them reached the red line of “lie”. Having said that, few people can describe this kind of thing calmly and objectively.
It's better to clear up the misunderstanding first, lest this person really thinks that his name is Zhang San.
At 11:30 in the morning, Minister Fu left the underground floor. He asked all the roundabout questions he could, but failed to dig out more information from "Anonymous". Anonymous people either answer honestly, or they don't know all the questions. This man seems to be just an ordinary young man who has encountered misfortune. At the end of the questioning, Anonymous even advised him to rest.
In terms of personality alone, this person is easier to communicate with than Zhong Cheng.
Fu Xingchuan has come into contact with many evil creatures, some of them cruel or surly, with the same underworld smell. Such a warm and cheerful evil creature is almost like a bad joke. Fu Xingchuan doubted his intuition for the first time - at that time, his intuition was buzzing and he concluded that the two people were inseparable from the murderous incident.
As a result, after half the night, Shi'an Group only lost three packages of chocolate chip cookies.
The phone vibrated, and Fu Xingchuan answered the call with a frown.
"Old Fu, Zhong Cheng said you're awake. Is this thing still at the 'high risk' level? The evil spirits in the Xizhao area and surrounding areas are all normal. As for those two people, both the physical examination results and the observation data are... uh... "
Fu Xingchuan narrowed his eyes and took a hard puff on the butt of his cigarette.
"Still going as 'high risk'. Investigate the patients in that hospital carefully, and if anyone makes any claims, write them down for me no matter how outrageous the testimony is."
He decided to trust his instincts as the "number one ghost general".
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Yes, Xiao Zhong wears glasses! Comes with skill [Glasses Reflective Lv.1]_(:D ∠)_
Xiao Yin... Xiao Yin may have given up her own skill [Ghost King Force Lv.99]
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