The cramped and cramped room exudes a strong musty smell, the top floor seems to be leaking, and the interior is damp and airtight, making it uncomfortable.
The windows were all sealed with wooden boards. Chen Ge checked them and found that the wooden boards were very new and had been installed recently.
"This is just a very ordinary guest room." The burnt furniture had long been thrown away, and the room was empty, and nothing of value could be found.
"That's right, five years have passed, and even if there is evidence, it may not be completely preserved."
He walked out of the house and strolled in the dark corridor. Most of the guest rooms were emptied, and the sundries and household garbage were mixed together, and there was not even a place to go.
"Household garbage can usually reflect a person's living state and personality, and maybe something can be found from it." After changing the target, Chen Ge endured the odor and searched carefully. After more than an hour, he really found something strange .
"Why are there so many dolls in the apartment building? There are no children in the building. Who are these toys?" He spent nearly two hours rummaging through all the garbage, and found a total of four plush toys. Compared with the clutter in the corridor, these four toys are inconspicuous. If Chen Ge was not majoring in toy design and was more sensitive to toys, he might have ignored them.
I don't know how long the four toys have been thrown here, the surface is full of stains, and some places have been moldy, and a finger can grab a lot of fluff.
Chen Ge watched it repeatedly, and the doubts became more and more. The shape of the doll was different, but it was from the same manufacturer.
"Could it be that after the renovation of Ping'an Apartment, the tenants who lived here stayed here?" Chen Ge quickly shook his head and denied the idea: "Let's not talk about the probability of bringing the child to live in the haunted apartment, even if you live with the child, It is also unlikely to carry four dolls at the same time, after all, these four dolls are made by the same manufacturer, and the workmanship and style should be something from several years ago."
The toy market is changing very fast. Before he took over the haunted house, he was a staff member of a toy company, and he still knew the market.
"It wasn't left by the tenant, but it was kept in the haunted house, so this thing is likely to be the original thing in the apartment." He made a bold guess: "The original owner of the apartment building has two daughters, if I expected it right, this doll It should be theirs."
Thinking of this, Chen Ge had another question: "The fire and water are ruthless, the house and furniture have been burned down, how did these four dolls escape?"
"Is it a coincidence? Or... someone deliberately put it in a safe place?" Chen Ge felt that he had caught a very important clue: "There is only one person who can transfer items in the fire, and that is the murderer himself! But he Why take the risk to protect the four dolls, are the four dolls important to him?"
The zipper on the back of the puppet was rusted and broken, Chen Ge ripped it open, and in the smelly cotton wool he found a card, the size of a palm, the words were full of love, and Chen Ge got goosebumps when he saw it: " Stuffing a love letter into a doll? Is it too subtle to express it this way?"
He began to make up for the murderer's character. The other party should be a shy and introverted man. He was embarrassed to say it directly, so he gave the doll and hoped that the other party would take it apart and check it when he got home.
Out of curiosity, Chen Ge tore open two puppets, each with a card with roughly the same content.
But when he tore open the fourth puppet, a chill crept up his spine.
There was no confession card in the last puppet, and the moldy cotton wool was stuffed with torn notes, all of which had only three words - go to hell!
Intense love somehow turned into the most vicious curse. Chen Ge had no way of knowing what happened in the middle.
"The words on the note should be left by the murderer, this is the key evidence." He picked out a few notes and put them in his pocket, and was about to investigate deeper when the voice-activated light at the corner of the stairs suddenly turned on!
"Someone's here!" Chen Ge panicked, he quickly turned off the flashlight on his mobile phone, and hid in the next room with a few puppets in his arms.
The atmosphere did not dare to come out, holding his breath, Chen Ge hid behind the door, secretly watching the outside through the crack of the door.
Footsteps sounded, and a man and a woman were talking in the dark corridor.
"You have to get that thing out quickly, there's no longer any delay."
"The new tenant had been on the third floor before, and he went down the stairs suddenly and almost found me."
"I know that more and more outsiders have come to the apartment recently. This thing needs to be dealt with quickly."
"kindness."
"Call the others, start it together, and dig it out tonight and bury it in the back mountain."
The visitor was carrying an old-fashioned miner's lamp, and Chen Ge could see clearly by the light. The two people talking in the corridor were the landlord and the woman on the first floor.
"Why did they come to the third floor if they didn't sleep late at night?" Chen Ge adjusted his angle to ensure that he would not be found, and then stuck his body behind the door.
After a while, all the tattooed men and fat men who had seen in the apartment building came up. They not only wrapped themselves tightly, but also held tools such as iron drills, sacks, kitchen knives and so on.
"What is this for?"
Several people stood in the corridor, seemingly having a dispute.
The short, fat man at the back was in a bad mood: "Do you really want to do this? Once we dig it out, our fingerprints will remain around, and everything will be unclear by then."
"Do you think it's clear now?" The landlord glared at Fatty: "Don't hesitate, come and help."
"I think we'd better call the police." The chunky man stood still.
Hearing what he said, the tattooed man walked over and grabbed his collar: "Are you crazy? Hit the gun yourself? We must be the ones who will be the first to investigate when the police come over, and you will hit and run while drunk and driving. The matter, and the matter of us occupying the old man's apartment must all be leaked!"
"Husband, don't be angry." The woman on the first floor who lived opposite the tattooed man came over: "Everyone has a share in this matter, and no one can run away, so let's hurry up and work."
"We are all dirty, and we finally found a place to stay. If any of you dare to think otherwise, don't blame me for turning your face and not recognizing anyone." The landlord stuffed the iron drill in his hand to the chubby man: "Go Do it first."
"Me?" Sweat dripped from Fatty's forehead immediately, his face turned blue and white, and he moved slowly while holding the iron drill.
Looking at the abnormal behavior of the few people outside the door, Chen Ge felt that something was wrong: "What are they going to dig?"
The chunky man walked to the deepest part of the corridor. He pushed the debris to both sides, and under the gaze of the other tenants, he lifted the curtain behind the debris pile with trembling hands.
It was a thickened concrete wall with a female corpse inlaid with its back to the crowd.