Qingye Supernatural Office

Chapter 170: Birdsong

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Gu Mo went to Qingye and told the four people the whole story.

"You want to find the rapist?" Liu Miao asked.

Gu Mo nodded.

"I can't tell, you are quite righteous..." Liu Miao said dryly.

Gu Mo really didn't seem like a nosy person. Even if the boss's matter didn't endanger himself and the people around him, he wouldn't be so anxious to solve it.

"It's not about justice, it's about peace of mind." Gu Mo explained.

"Even if you opened the door to check the situation at that time, you might not be able to change anything." Nangong Yao analyzed rationally, "She was hit by the rape and her boyfriend's rejection, but the suicide happened two days later. In these two days, she might still Something else happened.”

"No matter what, I just want to take care of this matter." Gu Mo said in a scoundrel tone, "Can you do divination or something? Quickly figure out where the rapist is."

Liu Miao shook his head, Nangong Yao shrugged, and Wu Ling replied "no." Gu Mo looked at Ye Qing.

"She no longer exists." Ye Qing said.

Gu Mo was puzzled for a moment.

"Erminated by me, it does not exist in this world or in the underworld. There is no person like Tong Lili in this world, and there is no ghost like Tong Lili. What you are doing now is meaningless." Ye Qing said.

Gu Mo's face suddenly turned ugly. After a long time, he said stubbornly: "I just want to find the rapist. And Tong Lili's scumbag boyfriend. I can find someone to beat them up and I will be happy, can't I?"

"Okay." Ye Qing nodded.

"Hurry up then!" Gu Mo urged.

"I can't do divination." Ye Qing replied.

Gu Mo's face darkened, "Are you kidding me?"

"You can actually look for it yourself." Ye Qing continued.

Gu Mo was so angry, "How can I find it? The police haven't found it, and private investigators can't find it either. How can I find it?"

"You can hear sounds that normal people can't hear." Ye Qing reminded, "Go and listen."

"Where should I listen? You said Tong Lili is dead." Gu Mo said in frustration.

"It's not Tong Lili, it's the sound of something else." Ye Qing was very patient this time, but I always felt like he was the wolf grandma who lured Little Red Riding Hood closer.

"What do you mean?" Gu Mo was very impatient and interrupted Ye Qing frequently.

Ye Qing was neither angry nor sarcastic, "Your hearing is very good and you can tell what those sounds are and where they come from. As long as you pay attention, you will find clues."

Gu Mo felt that Ye Qing was perfunctory, so he was so angry that he slammed the door and left.

After returning home, Gu Mo started to smoke and drank a few large cans of beer. After his eyes were empty for a while, he gritted his teeth and took off the kit from his neck. The kit was placed on the coffee table, and the moment it left his fingers, Gu Mo's eyes changed.

Gu Mo should have heard the sound just like me. Soft crying, quiet breathing, coughing, groaning, the sound of piano playing, the laughter on the TV, all these are gathered together. The sounds were not very loud, as if they were coming from far away, faintly visible.

On the coffee table was information collected by private investigators. Gu Mo rummaged around and found the place where Tong Lili's accident happened. This place was provided by Tong Lili's boyfriend. Gu Mo wrote down the location and the address of Tong Lili's boyfriend before going out.

When we got downstairs, some voices were louder and some were softer.

The cat named Huihui lay on the flower bed and took a nap.

Gu Mo stared at it for a long time.

He heard the subtle meowing next to Huihui, the voice of a little milk cat.

Hui Hui opened his eyes and looked at Gu Mo.

"Hui Hui!" Hui Hui's owner shouted again. This time the voice came not from inside the building, but from outside. I saw a middle-aged woman walking from a distance carrying a pet bag. Hui Hui jumped down from the flower bed, trotted over, called the owner twice, and then circled around the pet bag. A cat's head popped out of the pet bag. It was also a tabby cat, but two sizes smaller than Huihui.

The middle-aged woman noticed that Gu Mo was looking straight at this place and looked over in confusion, "Hello. Did my Huihui do something? I'm sorry, he is a little naughty."

"No, I just want to take a look. This kitten is..." Gu Mo looked at the little tabby cat with its nose pressed against the pet bag.

"It's Huihui's daughter." The middle-aged woman smiled broadly, "I gave it to a friend to raise. Her family was going on a trip, so she asked me to raise her for a few days." She bent down and touched Huihui, "I'll be with my daughter again. Are you happy to meet us? You have to stay for six days, are you happy?"

Hui Hui meowed, and the kitten meowed too.

"She gave birth to this one?" Gu Mo asked.

"I gave birth to a litter of six, but only five survived, and one got sick and died." The middle-aged woman sighed and glanced at Gu Mo, "Do you want to raise a cat?"

"Well, my job is not very stable, so I'm not suitable for raising a cat. I have other things to do, so I'll leave first." Gu Mo said goodbye to the middle-aged woman absentmindedly.

The middle-aged woman waited for Gu Mo to go farther away, then whispered to Hui Hui: "You should stay away from him in the future, he might be a cat thief."

Gu Mo had good hearing and could actually hear from this distance. He staggered a little and almost tripped.

I laughed out loud, but my laughter soon dissipated.

The whimpering sound of the milk cat must be that of Hui Hui, the kitten who died of illness.

The place where Tong Lili's accident happened is not far from the apartment. It is a small park. There is no closing time. You can come in and out at any time 24 hours a day. The management is very loose. These days, there is relatively little surveillance, and there are not many surveillances in public places like parks.

There were fewer sounds in the park, and the sounds became monotonous.

When Gu Mo passed through a small forest area, the sounds were drowned out by the chirping of birds.

In the grove, the branches are covered with various birdcages, and the calls of the birds inside are also different. They mix together and are not pleasant to the ear.

Gu Mo couldn't stand the noise, so he frowned subconsciously and quickened his pace. But he suddenly stopped, turned sharply and returned to the area, listened carefully, and moved towards the birdcages.

I didn't know why, so I moved with Gu Mo and listened like him, but I was not a professional like Gu Mo, so I couldn't tell what was wrong with the bird's call.

"Are you... here?" Gu Mo stopped, stared at the empty place and spoke.

I looked in that direction and saw several birdcages. The birds in the cages were chirping and jumping around.

"Huh? Young man, can you see me?"

An old man's voice suddenly sounded.

My eyes widened.

Gu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, "I can't see, but I can hear your voice. You sound like a bird, but it's a little out of tune."

The old man laughed and said, "Haha, are you kidding me, old man? I've been learning bird calls for so many years, and my phoenix didn't even notice that I was out of tune."

Gu Mo stared in that direction and smiled, "Old man, I am a musician and I am very sensitive to sounds. I really can't see you, otherwise there would be no need to look for you in the first place."

The old man was quiet for a while and let out a long "ah".

Gu Mo noticed a few old men standing in the pavilion not far away, and said, "Can we talk somewhere else?"

The old man agreed: "Come with me. This way."

Gu Mo reminded: "I can't see you."

The old man learned to sing like birds.