Lao Zhang walked out of Starbucks with two cups of coffee in his hands. After getting into his police car, he handed one of the cups to Yueya who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Yueya took the coffee and turned it slowly in her hand.
The weather is very cold, and not every ghost messenger can be as cold-resistant as Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze is just an exception. In fact, most ghost messengers have the bodies of ordinary people.
"Thanks a lot."
Lao Zhang said apologetically.
“Serve the people.”
Yueya responded with a smile. There was nothing she could do. After Lao Zhang came to the Internet cafe and explained his purpose, Zheng Qiang and Liu Chuyu simply pretended not to hear them. They were too lazy to play any detective game.
According to the boss, something big is going to happen soon, so they just want to take a break first.
If it weren't for the fact that Lao Zhang was just like them, one of the five evil servants under the boss, they might have made some sarcastic remarks.
In the end, Yueya had no choice but to nod to Lao Zhang, indicating that she could accompany him to investigate the case.
After all, it was the boss's order. If none of the three people cooperated, it would be difficult to explain to the boss.
Lao Zhang took a big sip of coffee and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
road:
“Actually, I’m not being fussy about this. If it was an ordinary case, I would have investigated it myself and would not have gone to such trouble.
I just felt that there was something wrong with this case, so I wanted to find a helper, and some things are indeed not as convenient for me to handle as you do."
"Then why don't you just tell the boss directly?"
Lao Zhang shook his head. "After all, there is no evidence. I just rely on my intuition."
The intuition of a decades-old detective.
"Or maybe you annoyed your boss with this kind of thing before?"
Crescent Moon told the truth.
For a long time before, whether before or after his death, Lao Zhang liked to ask Zhou Ze to help solve cases.
Boss Zhou had to comply several times, but after repeated failures, Boss Zhou, who had always been lazy, could only keep his distance from Lao Zhang.
Lao Zhang licked his lips, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Four people are missing, right? Their families didn't report it, but it was their colleagues or neighbors who did it?"
"Yes, so the number of missing persons should be higher. After all, not every colleague or neighbor is so kind-hearted."
"In fact, the matter is very simple. Since the family members do not admit that the person is missing, why not just arrest him and torture him
Obviously, at least the families of these four people should have known about it. It is very clear that they did not report the sudden disappearance of the people."
Lao Zhang coughed.
"oh!"
The crescent moon showed a look of sudden realization,
"So, you don't want to dirty your hands?"
"I'm different from you." Lao Zhang sighed, "To be honest, although I'm also a ghost messenger, I'm not much different from an ordinary person. It's not that I have any moral obsession, and I'm not such a pedantic person, but if I do it, it's easy to leave a lot of traces, and then it may make things more troublesome.
Many times, I couldn't help Zhou Ze with his affairs. I could only watch from the side or help do some errands.
Sometimes I feel like I owe him a lot. After all, not to mention how many times he helped me when I was alive, if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be sitting in a police car now.”
Crescent Moon snorted.
Lips turned up,
A few silver needles were spit out and fell into his hand.
"Not necessarily. Maybe you are more useful than the rest of us."
"How is that possible?"
"Nothing is impossible. To be honest, we are just doing errands for the boss.
Given the boss's personality, if it weren't for the planning and arrangements by the lawyer named An, he might not have even thought of recruiting ghost messengers as his subordinates, and would have been too lazy to train or promote them.
Maybe he was more interested in taking a stroll outside and bringing back one or two big monsters.
well,
Did you just see that sloth-like thing
Even if several of us ghost officials get together, we may not be a match for him.
Compared with an animal, our advantage may be that we can speak and communicate.
Besides,
When Europeans make a movie, they have to be careful to include black or Asian characters in the cast. What is that called
Oh, yes, it’s called political correctness.”
Crescent Moon glanced at Lao Zhang meaningfully.
Reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
Obviously,
The implication is:
You are the political correctness of your own boss.
Lao Zhang felt a little embarrassed. How come he felt like a mascot while chatting
"Give me the address, I'll go catch the tongue and ask."
“Don’t hurt anyone.”
"I'm more afraid of hurting people than you are." Yueya rolled her eyes at him.
“Yes, it’s in the community in front, there’s a family of three, but the son is in college in another city and is not at home.
Both husband and wife were employees of a nearby textile factory.
The woman went missing, but her husband did not report the case to the police. He told others that his wife had gone back to her parents' home. However, two employees in the textile factory who were from the same hometown as his wife did not hear the news, so they came to the police station to report the case privately.
"You are really enthusiastic. It is rare to find such people these days."
The current social atmosphere is to only take care of one's own business and not worry about other people's problems.
"It just so happened that there were more cases of wife-killing or insurance fraud recently, which aroused some people's vigilance. So, based on the principle of being the safest, they chose to secretly report the case."
"So your husband is home now?"
Lao Zhang glanced at his watch and nodded:
"It's time to get off work and go home."
"I always feel that there is something you haven't told me?" Yueya turned her head to look at Lao Zhang. "Of course, if it doesn't matter whether you tell me or not, then you don't have to tell me. I will only help you ask questions, and then tell you the results, and I will have completed my mission."
Lao Zhang sighed.
I rubbed my eyebrows.
Somewhat helplessly said:
"Based on the current investigation results of the four missing persons, they all have one thing in common."
"Commonality? It sounds a bit like the victims of a serial murder case all wore red dresses."
"To put it bluntly, if this was just a simple serial murder case, I probably wouldn't be so bothered by it. At most, I would compete with the murderer in speed to see which is faster, the fish or the fishing net.
But of the four missing persons, three had cancer and one had uremia.”
Hearing this, Yueya was stunned for a moment and frowned.
"I understand."
Four people with terminal illnesses disappeared collectively in a short period of time. This may only be the tip of the iceberg that has been discovered. What secrets are hidden in this? Any thought about it will give people a chilling feeling.
The water is very deep, deep enough to bury a person.
"Have you been questioned by the police?"
Lao Zhang nodded and said, "I have asked, but the family members are not cooperating."
"Then I'll go down, what about you?"
"I'll sit here and wait for your news."
"See you later then, my officer."
Yueya smiled and saluted Lao Zhang, got out of the car and walked into the community in front.
… …
This is an old residential area, it must be quite old.
Yueya found the house according to the address given by Lao Zhang. There were no cameras in the corridor. Along the way, she did not find any surveillance cameras anywhere except the gate.
Yueya walked to the door, two silver needles appeared at her fingertips, and she fiddled with the keyhole for a while. Soon, the security door was opened, and the subsequent door of the house was also opened easily.
After walking in,
Crescent Moon only felt a pungent smell,
Strong smell of alcohol.
Aren't you drinking
Yueya was a little worried. If the man was drunk, what was the point of interrogating him? She didn't know how to search his soul, and she didn't dare to kill someone and take his soul.
The living room was not big. Yueya pushed open the bedroom door first. The first bedroom should be their son's room, which was full of posters of Cristiano Ronaldo.
Yueya pushed open the door of the second bedroom. This should be the couple's bedroom. The quilt was in a mess and there were cigarette butts all over the floor. It looked very dirty, but there was still no one there.
Crescent Moon returned to the living room.
At this time,
She suddenly realized that the wall of the living room was a little crowded.
I used to think it was some celebrity poster or something, but when I looked closely this time, I found that they were all photos of the same person.
The man in the photo is sometimes wearing a suit, sometimes a white coat, and sometimes a jersey. The slogans below are also very loud, completely describing this man as a "great man".
“Is this a celebrity?”
Yueya thought about it with some doubts.
Because she really didn't know the man in the photo and had never seen him before.
She feels that she is not behind the trend. Apart from her work, her spare time is quite rich. She can even name most of the young and handsome men who are emerging in large numbers now.
“Bang!”
At this time,
There was a crisp sound from the bathroom.
Yueya walked over and pushed open the bathroom door.
A middle-aged man was kneeling beside the toilet with a bottle of white wine in his hand.
A pungent, sour smell came out the moment the bathroom door was opened.
Crescent Moon showed a look of disdain on her face.
The silver needle in my hand turned several times.
I really want to stab the person in front of me to death to avoid polluting the air around me.
However, Yueya still managed to hold her temper and tried to ask:
"Where is your wife?"
The man opened his red eyes, shook his head and looked at the crescent moon, seeming a little confused, but did not realize that a stranger had appeared in his home.
"Where is your wife?"
"I went to get treatment."
The man took another sip of wine, then turned around and vomited into the toilet.
"Which hospital are you being treated in?"
The crescent moon continued to endure the pungent "intoxication".
"Hospital?"
The man showed doubt and ridicule.
Look up,
I burped.
He shouted directly;
"Is a hospital a place to treat illnesses? It's just a scam."
… … …
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