At eleven o'clock at night, Yin Ren knocked on the door Zhong Cheng said.
Dong Dong Dong, after three sounds, Yin Ren did not speak, as if he was waiting for something.
At this moment Zhong Cheng said that he had just taken a shower and was ready to fall asleep. Is this person going to the ghost market again? Zhong Cheng said he got up from the bed and walked to the door sleepily.
"I want to talk to you."
Yin Ren's tone was very serious.
"At one o'clock in the morning, the location is Wanxing Road, the factory base of those gangsters in the Feng Qi case. Come here alone, remember to turn off the positioning and don't leave traces - you should have a way to turn it off, right?"
Zhong Cheng said silence, which sounded a bit like killing people and silencing them, or asking him to deliver them to his door in person.
"You don't have to go to the appointment." Through the door panel, Yin Ren's voice contained a smile, "It's good to maintain the current status."
"I know." Zhong Cheng said without giving an exact answer.
Yin Ren didn't say anything more, he just heard the door click and he left.
He walked closer step by step with his hands behind his back and stopped in front of Zhong Chengshuo. The latter held his breath and moved his calf that contained evil consequences.
Silence spread in the empty factory building. Yin Ren waited patiently, his movements and smile unchanged. For a moment, the only sound left in the huge space was the breathing of the two people.
He had to choose the most natural response.
Saying this, Yin Ren put his hands behind his back.
After a long time, Zhong Cheng finally spoke up. He glanced at the boxes, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone.
"…Okay, I agree."
"Since our goal is to solve the case, instead of me distracting you, why don't we work together to save people? You should help me keep a little secret, right?"
Yin Ren spoke in a brisk tone: "I have a good way to catch the real culprit. But it is absolutely illegal, and 80% of it cannot be hidden from you as my partner."
He originally thought that their peaceful relationship could be maintained. Who would have thought that this person would suddenly attack him again. For a moment, Zhong Cheng said he was caught off guard.
"If you insist on exposing me, then I will have no choice but to run away. To tell you the truth, I am very confident in running away." Yin Ren snorted, "But I am more confident in my vision of people. If I succeed, Yes, you and I are complicit..."
"What if I don't say yes?"
After finishing all this, the time just reached midnight.
trap? Or a test? How much does Yin Ren know about himself
Zhong Cheng neatly put on his black sweatshirt, equipped himself with evil effects, and put his spare phone and cash in his pocket.
You have to confirm it.
Zhong Cheng said he maintained a safe distance and remained silent.
Bang!
Confetti fireworks and cannons exploded, spraying countless confetti onto the roof of the dilapidated factory. The moonlight was bright, and the smooth confetti reflected a blindingly bright light.
"What if I insist on reporting to the police?" Zhong Cheng said he had a slight headache.
But thinking about it carefully, Yin Ren didn't say a word such as "I know you behave differently". It was more like exposing his strength than testing himself. This person's behavior was interpreted as "in order to save people as soon as possible, he chose to confess to his partner", which seems to make sense.
"Assist? Why me?" Zhong Cheng said, staying still, the muscles in his body tense because of alertness.
Zhong Cheng lowered his body weight and stared at Yin Ren's arm.
After all those little things fell to the ground, he slowly stretched out his hand and patted off the remaining fragments of the fruit on his body: "Do you know that these things still need to be packed away?"
Yin Ren is in front of one of the windows.
Why did Yin Ren suddenly ask him to meet outside? Could it be that his suspicion of Yin Ren was noticed, or worse, his identity was exposed...
When Zhong Cheng said he started to move again, a series of actions seemed to be arranged on a timetable. Zhong Cheng said he opened the drawer, took out his usual notebook, and wrote a message on the last page. Then he picked up the kettle, watered the indoor green plants carefully, and began to clean up again calmly.
Zhong Cheng said that he maintained a vigilant posture and stared at Yin Ren for a while.
"As long as you don't endanger others, and it's limited to this case, I can provide you with certain intelligence and... assistance."
"Yeah." Yin Ren smiled broadly.
Zhong Cheng said silently taking a step back to avoid the colorful confetti like snowflakes.
The factory building had been cleaned by Shi An, and the graffiti on the walls was still there, but the garbage and paint cans had been cleared away, making it appear even emptier than last time. Since this place was "haunted", not to mention the gangsters from before, even the homeless people nearby didn't want to get close. The only living things are cockroaches and moss in the corner.
"Are you trying to persuade me again? Use affection and reason. If you don't become a stalker, we have the same purpose. There is always a way."
"You're here." Seeing Zhong Cheng pull down his hood, Yin Ren showed his usual smile.
Yin Ren did not feel uncomfortable because of Zhong Cheng's silence. He stood up and moved his limbs.
In the bedroom, Zhong Cheng's sleepiness completely disappeared. He slowly took off his nightcap and meditated for about ten minutes.
He was sitting on several large cardboard boxes, with his long hair disheveled and his eyes glowing red. There was a strong smell of blood and meat coming from the carton, as if it contained something bad.
"We will consider the rest later." Yin Ren happily shook the paper salute, "It will be faster for two people to clean up."
When we found the empty factory building where the last case took place, it was exactly ten minutes to one hour.
It's a good night tonight, the moonlight shines in through the rows of windows, and there seems to be a layer of frost on the ground.
Yin Ren didn't seem to notice, and continued to speak kindly: "Brother Zhong, we have been working together for a while, and I can still see some things - for example, you think human life is more important than process compliance."
"Brother Zhong, I need your help regarding this case."
Afraid that the atmosphere would be insufficient, Mr. Yin hid two fireworks behind his back, and now started another one: "Congratulations on the alliance of accomplices—"
Zhong Cheng said he had been holding it in for a long time and had nothing to say about this man's shamelessness. This man is a strong man after all, but he seems to have no such thing as "the dignity of a strong man".
"That's not how complicity works." He rubbed his face in pain.
"That's a collusion."
"No… "
"Working together in a conspiracy."
"Okay, let's work together." Zhong Cheng said helplessly pointing to the cardboard box, "Business matters, what's in your box?"
A trace of pride appeared on Yin Ren's face: "Bait."
He tore open the cartons and revealed their contents—
A wig. A bite of fresh whole pig. A set of butcher's carving knives.
There's even a beanbag.
Zhong Chengshuo recalled the definition of "bait" in modern language with an expressionless face. For a moment, he regretted cooperating with the guy in front of him.
Sure enough, his bad premonition quickly came true, and Yin Ren picked up the set of knives and placed them in front of Zhong Chengshuo enthusiastically.
"The ghost market is still very good. As long as you have enough money, you can get anything." Yin Ren sighed, "Come on, Brother Zhong, let's share this pig."
Zhong Cheng looked at the set of butcher's knives numbly. If he really liked Yin Ren, his "like" would definitely disappear a little bit at this moment.
"You called me here specifically to help you divide the pigs." Zhong Cheng said carefully, "That's it?"
"If anything, when we are ready, we have to move the things to the ghost market. Oh, and there is also collusion in confessing afterwards, which is very important." Yin Ren clasped his fingers solemnly, "Don't underestimate the difference between the pigs. We have to work together and do it very neatly.”
Zhong Cheng took a deep breath and quickly collected his emotions: "How do you plan to catch the real murderer?"
Yin Ren paused in holding the knife. He touched his chin and his smile deepened.
"You'll find out later."
The light of knives flashed in the factory, and from time to time there was the dull sound of sharp instruments piercing flesh. Skin, fresh meat, internal organs, and skeleton, the two people divided the pork neatly, and a whole pig was gradually dismantled.
At the moment it was completed, Yin Ren pulled the beanbag over.
Zhong Cheng said he finally couldn't hold it in any longer: "...What, do you want to lie down?"
No matter what Yin Ren does now, he won't find it strange. Lord Yama felt tired for a moment after not seeing him for a long time.
Yin Ren shook his head and dragged the cleanly shaved pork bone onto the red beanbag.
"Brother Zhong, I do have some special abilities. It's inconvenient to tell you the details, but I assure you that I have absolutely no ill intentions toward either Shi'an or you—"
This time, Yin Ren did not avoid Zhong Cheng's words and murmured obscure incantations.
I saw those bones softening and squirming as if alive. They gradually merged into the fabric of the lazy sofa and turned into neat thin supports. The fabric fibers are inseparable from the bones, but they are not completely integrated like the "Human Chair".
Yin Ren is imitating the tactics of the real murderer.
Then came the offal, the meat, the skin, and the wig. Like clay sculptures, they are wrapped with fabric one by one and integrated into the interior of the sofa. The sofa that was originally like a soft bag took on a shape, and its outline became more and more obvious.
Time passed, and a beautiful and weird "bean bag" was completely completed.
It is embedded with countless exquisite "bone supports", and the backrest and corners are decorated with low-key and beautiful visceral patterns. The areas that come into contact with people have a standard skin texture, with the unique softness of flesh and blood to the touch. The sutures reveal a hair-like blackness, blending everything just right, with a strange and elegant texture.
"As expected of a wig made of real human hair." Yin Ren touched the bald hairnet, "It really works."
Zhong Cheng's expression turned serious, and he tentatively patted the cold beanbag.
"Is this enough?"
"No, this thing needs to be stained with strong evil spirit."
This is a whole pig from a regular slaughterhouse, and it even has a quarantine stamp on it. The pig's death method is absolutely standard, and there is not much resentment. Even if the appearance is passable, a knowledgeable person can see the problem.
Yin Ren took out his cell phone and opened the coffin nails.
The next moment, Hu Tao and Lu Tanfei appeared in front of him, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Oh, this is awesome." Hutao looked at the beanbag with interest, "What did you do? Come here late at night to make a sofa?" Lu Tanfei was silent. The old man looked worried, as if he didn't care about anything. interest.
"Come on, you two." Yin Ren turned his back to Zhong Cheng and spoke openly, "Can you please sit on this sofa for an hour and input more ghosts and ghosts into it."
Hutao: "What?"
Yin Ren: "And Mr. Lu, I will teach you a technique for penetrating flesh and objects. You must learn it as soon as possible. You may need it in the future."
"Haha, it's true that I will take the blame for you in the future." Hu Tao was obviously still thinking about being tricked into flying skills before, "But since Zhong Cheng said this, let's get down to business this time."
"It's business, I promise." Yin Ren said seriously, "We will use it to catch the murderer."
After hearing this, Lu Tanfei finally reacted. He immediately turned into a human spider and held the lazy sofa firmly in his arms.
"I know." He opened his six eyes and replied in a hoarse voice, "I will try my best."
Zhong Cheng said he waited quietly for Yin Ren to communicate with the air, and then asked the question when the man turned around.
"I roughly know what you're going to do - you're going to send this imitation to a ghost pawn shop and ask the boss to deliver the message. The night walkers will spread the news soon. The idea is good. But I still have two questions."
"Hmm?" Yin Ren was putting the remaining meat into the bag.
"First, how can you guarantee that the real murderer will definitely respond to you?"
"The real culprit still has a bit of a show-off mentality, otherwise he wouldn't have gone through the auction and specially displayed the living chair - obviously destroying it, Shi'an would get fewer clues. Let's do it publicly, he is extremely It’s possible to respond.”
Zhong Cheng said that he was obviously not satisfied with this answer: "There is also a possibility of failure."
"If it were replaced by something else, it might fail." Yin Ren raised the corner of his mouth, "But if it were a 'lazy couch'... As long as we provoke him appropriately, he will definitely react."
Zhong Cheng said squinting at him for a while.
"Second question. What are you going to do with the meat? Imitate body parts? Make traces of murder?" He pointed at the bag of meat in Yin Ren's hand.
"Where did you think you were going?" Yin Ren was horrified. "This is fine meat and pork belly. It cannot be wasted. I want to take it home."
Zhong Cheng said: "..."
That night, the Ghost Pawn Shop received a secret auction item that looked like a work of art.
It was an extraordinarily exquisite and beautiful lazy sofa, with a complete human being melted into it, exuding a rich ghost spirit.
Even though I was old and accustomed to the world, I had to sigh a few times. The recent auction items have really become more and more hellish, and its corpse is a bit unbearable.
Shi'an came to interrogate him several times about the living chair, so much so that it has not been auctioned recently. It's a pity that Night Walker can sit on an equal footing with Shi'an, and there is a reason for it - the ghost pawnshop has been standing for three hundred years, and its confidentiality has been tested for a long time.
Making a comeback with such a lot can be regarded as earning enough face, and Lao Zang is very satisfied.
Then again, the auctioneer also had a strange postscript.
[Your work is beautiful, and mine is not bad either. I know you want this, do you want to play hide and seek?]
[Looking forward to responding, your friend.]
The next day, near the old town.
"A lot of money." Yin Renchong reported and exclaimed.
"Yes, a lot of money." Zhong Cheng repeated without emotion.
Perhaps because of its good looks, their bean bag sold for a high price of 120,000 yuan, which is 20,000 yuan more than the human chair. The enemy’s last name is An—Since the human chair was discovered, another investigation team has been going to the ghost pawn shop every night, so naturally they will not miss this opportunity.
"It's a pity that it's so cheap." Yin Ren closed the investigation report in pain. If he told Zhong Cheng that he dared to touch the money, someone who knew An would be at his door in minutes.
What a pity, that is still a handmade souvenir of their first collaboration.
As for the follow-up examination, the two of them are not worried at all. The lazy sofa can't fool Lao Jang, but it can't fool the DNA detection device of the Foreign Object Identification Department. Shi'an will soon discover the truth about the high-quality pork sofa.
But from Shi'an's point of view, he would naturally not publicize this result everywhere. This is the bait delivered to the door, and everyone is eager for the real murderer to take the bait.
"We won't have the results until tonight, just wait." Yin Ren leaned close to Zhong Chengshuo and bit his ear, "How about it, Brother Zhong, does it feel good to have an accomplice?"
"Only for this case." Zhong Cheng replied silently.
"Yeah, I understand. Let's exchange some information. Why did you check Huang Jin first?" Are you just afraid of alerting the enemy? For the "King of Hell" who travels by night, this reason for action is somewhat weak.
So Yin Ren added pitifully: "You have my handle, so don't worry, maybe I can help."
Zhong Cheng said his brows twitched, and the helplessness he felt last night came back to him - this man was obviously testing him, but he couldn't refuse.
Because Yin Ren might really be able to help, Zhong Dulang was not used to thinking.
"Lu Guangzu is most likely Huang Jin in disguise."
After a long while, Zhong Cheng lowered his head and tried to answer in an angry tone.
"Ding Lizi is most likely the victim, and Huang Jin has a close relationship with her. And Huang Jin chose Lu Guangzu as a disguise, which shows that he and Lu Guangzu also have intersections, and Lu Guangzu was connected to the sinking party - Huang Jin is the victim and suspect Intersection. The authorities are obsessed with it, and there may be more clues about him.”
"You can know so much by shaking the information?" Yin Ren was speechless.
"I'm better at observing people's emotions."
"Brother Zhong, you have quite a lot of self-confidence." Yin Ren's facial features instantly wrinkled, and he almost had the words "I believe you are a ghost" written on his face.
Zhong Cheng said and slowly looked away: "...I am better at observing some people's behavior."
"But if you are right, I do have a good idea. It may be a bit wicked. Do you want to listen?"
"You first remove the word 'possible'." Zhong Cheng said seriously.
This experience is indeed fresh, Zhong Cheng thought to himself. Before, he preferred to be alone in the basement, working silently on the evidence board. It feels good to have a live person to talk to.
Although he still doesn't know whether the other party is alive.
"The real Lu Guangzu is more dangerous than good." Yin Ren said, "I know that kind of disguise, you have to use someone's face..."
"Okay, you two are almost stuck together!" Officer Sun waved his hand in front, "Hurry up, aren't we going to check on Huang Jin?"
"Here we come!" Yin Ren replied quickly and did not continue.
Huang Jin's residence is close to the old city.
The building is an old-fashioned five-story building with an attached basement. There is not much domestic garbage in the corridor, but there is still a layer of gray floating on the cement steps, and the color tone is full of the sense of the last century.
Huang Jin's house is on the fifth floor. It is not a rental house, and it has been vacant now.
"A single-parent family. My mother passed away five years ago. Huang Jin has been living here alone since then."
Officer Sun opened the door.
The room beyond the door is extremely ordinary, full of the aesthetics of the elderly, and a little lifeless and dim. The air conditioner and refrigerator are covered with beige knitted covers, and the old cabinets are filled with random gifts and sundries. A corner of the brown cabinet glass was broken, with spiderweb-like cracks appearing.
Even Zhong Cheng said his parents' home was more energetic than here.
The only thing that shows the owner's age is probably a guitar on the sofa - it is so new that it is out of tune with the surroundings, and it is so abrupt that it is eye-catching.
Officer Sun touched the guitar and sighed: "It's not easy for Huang Jin. When he was in elementary school or junior high school, his mother became blind due to illness. He has been taking care of his mother while studying, and he still owes a lot for medical treatment. debt.”
Just from experience, Huang Jin doesn't seem like the type who can "skin people off."
According to neighbors, Huang Jin has lived here since he was a child. He has always been taciturn, but has a good temper. Unfortunately, his grades were not good and he only went to a technical secondary school. He was laid off from his company last year and his life was very difficult.
"How did he repay the debt later?" Zhong Cheng said looking at the information, "He only paid off the debt a few months ago."
"Make small handicrafts like that and sell them to young people." Officer Sun pointed to the balcony, which Huang Jin had transformed into a workbench. There were also many unfinished small wood carvings on it, all of them gentle and cute.
Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng looked at each other.
They all know that this is not what they are looking for.
Huang Jin's residence was very ordinary. The police checked it many times and found nothing suspicious. When he was discovered, the door was even properly locked, and there was no trace of anything suspicious in the house.
Just looking at the surface, this young man just left home one day and never came back.
Zhongcheng said: "We want to see the basement."
"We checked the basement. It's full of debris. It hasn't been touched in months." Another young police officer came over and said, "Huang Jin disappeared two weeks ago. It's better to look here more."
"Follow the procedure." Yin Ren answered with a smile, "We'll just take a quick look."
The basement of Huang Jin's house is indeed full of clutter.
The old man's relics, obsolete old furniture and tools, useless books, rusty bicycles. All kinds of useless things are piled up in a small space, gathering dust.
Yin Ren glanced around and strode towards an old bookcase. There was some moisture in the basement, and deep in the bookcases, the rows of old books gave off a damp, decaying smell.
One of them doesn't taste right.
Yin Ren carefully took out the book "Huang's Magic" - the pages were so rotten that they could not be read and would fall apart if touched hard. Judging from the turning marks, the first half of the book has been read more frequently. It contains some entry-level techniques for spiritual craftsmen, as well as basic spiritual weapon production for improving luck and prosperity.
The book is old, but the explanation skills are average, and it is not a rare secret book.
Yin Ren flipped through the back and found the recipes for "Human Fragrance" and "Demon Painted Skin". On the "Demon Painted Skin" page, there are dark brown traces as big as sesame seeds on the corner of the book, like old blood.
Yin Ren put his nose close to the stain and sniffed it carefully.
"I want to take this away." Yin Ren stuffed the book into the evidence bag and handed it to the police officer, "Please register it."
"Is there blood?" Zhong Cheng asked.
"Yeah, dead man's blood."
Zhong Cheng said he was silent for a moment and then said awkwardly: "Yin Ren, are you interested in being immoral together?"
(End of chapter)