"They've never been in touch over the years?"
"I haven't heard of it. I haven't had much contact with Shen Meizhen. We only met once when our work unit held a gathering of old colleagues. People in her neighborhood committee probably know more about her. There were also people who shared a house in the same unit in the past. Probably also knows a little better.”
"The house next door to hers doesn't seem to be occupied."
"The place was sold last year, and Aguang helped with it. It turned out that the person who lived there was a colleague of ours. When we bought the house, he told me that he wanted to ask Aguang to help him take a look. He is in the legal field. There are a lot of people asking for help. We old guys don’t really understand this kind of thing.”
"Sold last year?"
"Well, hey, it doesn't seem to be last year... I also forgot when it happened. Last year, Guang seemed to have helped someone with real estate matters... I'm so confused that I can't remember clearly."
"It doesn't matter."
"That's all I know about Shen Meizhen. I can't help you much."
"You've given me a lot of clues."
"Let me say one more thing. There are many people in my house and it is very lively, but those old people living alone... there are really not many who can think as openly as Shen Meizhen and find fun for themselves. They are very pitiful."
"We understand. That's why we wanted to write this story."
"You are all good boys."
On August 26, 2007, an investigation was conducted on Zhang Guang and the properties he handled, and it was discovered that the house next door to the Wangjiaxiang Road property was purchased by Zhang Guang’s client Xiao Xuri on October 19, 2006. This was the second time that the property changed hands.
On August 27, 2007, we contacted Ma Weijun, the second owner of the house next door to the Wangjiaxiang Road property. Audio file 04120070827wav.
"I knew it! I knew there was something wrong with that lawyer! You said, a big lawyer was so eager to buy my third-hand old house, why did he pay such a high price? Was it money laundering? Or was he hiding drugs? Den?"
"Mr. Ma, it's not as exaggerated as you think. We are investigating the specific reasons, but it is definitely not a crime."
"Isn't it illegal?"
"no."
"Then what are you checking?"
"What we are investigating is Lawyer Zhang himself. He may have some illegal operations and failed to implement the prescribed procedures. It is not a crime, but a violation of professional norms."
"Oh... I don't quite understand this. Lawyers and stuff... I've only had contact with Zhang Guang."
"Haven't you seen his client? He's the one who bought the house."
"I haven't seen it. He has been talking to me, and he said it was for his grandma. His grandma used to live in that community, and then moved. Now she is old. After hearing something, she wanted to live back. Oh, By the way, I remembered. The old lady who died next door to me said she was a colleague of his grandma. It was because of this that he thought of buying my house. Do you think he was sick? "
"Have you seen the old lady next door to you?"
"I met her sometimes on my way to and from work. She didn't talk much, but she was quite polite. I helped her carry something once, and she often gave me some food. It wasn't worth much, but she was very considerate. It was really... that period of time when she died. I'm on a business trip, otherwise I could have gone earlier... Sigh..."
"So, what about Zhang Guang? How much do you know about him?"
"I don't understand anything. This is how that man views people. Do you understand? He looks down on me! If it weren't for his high price, I wouldn't be jealous of him!"
On August 28, 2007, I received a call from the client. Phone recording 200708282205mp3.
"Qingye! Qingye's! Come and save me!"
"Mr. Shen?"
"Ah! Help!"
"Mr. Shen, where are you now?"
"In the house, in"
Toot, toot, toot…
On August 28, 2007, we rushed to the property on Wangjiaxiang Road. Audio file 04120070828wav.
"The door is open."
Bang!
"Did you see anything?"
"No."
"What's closed?"
Click!
"It's not locked."
squeak
Da, da, squeak
"Mr. Shen? Mr. Shen, are you there?"
Snap!
Da, da, da, da…
Blah blah blah...
Snap!
"Is this... blood? It was light red water that day, but now it's blood."
呲呲
"Hey, this lamp..."
Bang!
Crackling!
"Idiot, are you okay?"
"Phew, it's okay, it's not glass. Plastic lampshades are still good."
Snap!
Swish, swish, swish…
"What are you doing?"
Swish, swish, swish…
"Hey hey hey..."
"Um?"
Chirgulu Chirgulu…
"Sounds from the TV? Voices?"
"Can't hear clearly. Still not plugged in."
Snap!
Snap!
Rustling…chirping…
"What's going on here, boss?"
"This way!"
"Ling, what did you find? Hand..."
"Inside the bed. Are there any scissors?"
"I'll find it."
Da da da da…
Bang Bang... Bang Bang...
Da da da…
"Get out of the way."
"Be careful, don't cut anyone."
"A small fruit knife won't cause any harm if it cuts someone."
Puff puff
"Whoa! Whoa whoosh!"
"Mr. Shen, are you okay?"
"Save me! Please save me!"
"We'll pull you out now."
"Hurry up! There's something in the bed, there's something in the bed!"
Tikka
"What sound? What was that sound just now? Under the bed, under the bed... ahh!"
"Mr. Shen, don't panic."
"Let me look. ... There's nothing there."
"There must be something, something is here! Ah!"
Boom! Boom!
"Let me go, I want to get out, I want to get out now!"
"Not in a hurry."
"What are you doing? I want to get out! It's too dangerous here!"
"So, Mr. Shen, why are you here?"
"I, I have no place to live. I don't have enough money... I won't investigate anymore, I want to sell the house! Let's leave! For the remaining money, I will sell the house to you, let's leave!"
"I told you not to rush."
"Boss, what did you find?"
"The blood in the bathtub is chicken blood."
"Gah..."
"Chicken blood?"
"Yes. Mr. Shen, do you know this?"
"You just said, what happened in the bathtub? I don't know... I just wanted to sleep for a night. I didn't turn on the light, no, the light couldn't be turned on... I put the water in the bath... chicken blood... I lay down... I... wrong , No, I put hot water in it, how could it be chicken blood?"
Dong dong dong dong…
"Ahhh!"
Bang!
"Mr. Shen, are you okay? Are you sprained?"
"I want to go out, I want to go out..."
"Don't be afraid, I told you, it's chicken blood."
"I want to go out now!"
"Then, Amiao, you can accompany him out. Ling and I will stay and check the room. Mr. Shen, if anything is damaged in the room, we will pay for it according to the price later."
"What do you mean?"
"Let's dismantle the TV first. Call Nangong and ask him to come and take a look."
"Does he know anything about mechanics?"
"You know better than us. It has a built-in power supply and maybe a remote control or timer player. Oh, Amiao, after you send Mr. Shen out, go next door and have a look. If they don't open the door, call the police. There was a murder. There was so much blood, it was a valid reason to call the police."
"What on earth do you mean..."
Bang bang bang!
"Ah, Mr. Xiao..."