Although Ningchuan is not big and its economy is relatively backward compared to developed cities, it is considered a second-tier city in China.
In this seemingly lazy and comfortable city, there are not a few rich people.
However, among these rich people, there are only two families who can really reach the level of household names.
One is the Lin family, who started their business by making textiles in the 1980s, and later set foot in the financial industry and transportation industry. Their total assets have reached a height that ordinary people can’t even imagine. Lin Rusheng, the head of the Lin family, is called the number one in Ningchuan by many locals regal.
If there is a first, there will naturally be a second.
The second richest family in Ningchuan is only the Wei family.
The Wei family, which took advantage of the shareholder wind of real estate, is considered a newcomer in front of the Lin family, and it rose a little later than the Lin family. It only emerged in the late 1990s. Although most people say that the Wei family is not as rich as the Lin family, in fact the two The amount of assets is not much different, especially in the years when real estate transactions were booming, the wealth accumulated by the Wei family was astronomical.
Wei Chenggong is the patriarch of the Wei family and the leader of the Wei family business group. In Ningchuan, he can be said to be a ruthless character who can turn his hands over his hands. The reason why Chen Xian felt familiar the first time he saw him was because Recently, the Wei family has been in the limelight very much, and they would hang around on TV every now and then.
"Hello."
Wei Chenggong smiled and nodded the first time he saw Chen Xian. Although he was not extremely enthusiastic, his unreserved tone was polite and calm, which neither gave people too much alienation nor made him feel overwhelmed. People feel that they are too eager, and the degree of politeness is just right.
Today Wei Chenggong is only wearing casual casual clothes and a pair of unidentifiable casual shoes on his feet, which is very different from him in the TV interview, at least in Chen Xian's view... his dress is not the same as those who participate in low-cost travel Like the middle-aged retired men in the regiment, he was full of leisure from head to toe.
"Hello." Chen Xian also greeted politely, then walked to the side and sat down in his seat.
Lu Yisheng was sitting in the back row. Seeing Chen Xian taking his seat, he seemed very enthusiastic: "Boss! I'll tell you good news later!"
"Good news?" Chen Xian was stunned for a moment, then asked curiously, "What good news?"
Lu Yisheng originally wanted to play tricks, but in essence he is a person who can't hold back, especially when he encounters good things, he can't help telling others to share with others. Now when he hears Chen Xian's question, Lu Yisheng can't hold back Stopped, he resisted the urge to laugh wildly, and whispered in Chen Xian's ear with his voice suppressed.
"The research on the yellow turban wrestlers is beginning to appear! Great progress!"
"This is a good thing, congratulations!" Chen Xian laughed sincerely, "You can summon the Yellow Turban Warrior?"
"This... um... not to that extent..." Lu Yisheng smiled awkwardly and scratched his face, "It's still a little bit far away."
While Chen Xian was talking with Lu Yisheng, Wei Chenggong was also looking at him calmly.
Although Wei Chenggong is not a foreigner, but his background and financial ability, he is doomed to have more opportunities to contact foreign people than ordinary people. Although the Ningchuan branch has just opened, the section chiefs present here except Chen He knows everyone outside of leisure, and some time ago he was the host and had dinner outside together.
For Fatty Huo's new Chief of the Detective Section, Wei Chenggong is very curious, especially after hearing that Chen Xian is only in his early twenties... he can be the Chief of the Detective Section in his early twenties. It is the first case in China!
If it is said that there are geniuses, ghosts, and talents in the alien circle.
Then Chen Xian's rank is definitely higher than them. He should belong to the highest level of monsters. He can reach heights that ordinary people can't reach in his lifetime in just his twenties. Isn't this a monster with extraordinary talents
"Xiao Chen, this case may have to be taken over by your detection department." Fatty Huo knew that Chen Xian didn't smoke, so when he smoked, he first distributed it to everyone, and then threw it to Lu Yisheng from a distance, and finally he gave it away. Point to yourself, "The case is a bit complicated, the movement of the case should be as small as possible, and the case should not be handled with great fanfare."
Chen Xian nodded, remained quiet as always, silently listening to Fatty Huo's words.
"As for the details of the case... Lao Song, you can tell them."
Song Jueming, the investigation chief, was pushed to the front, and Fatty Huo took the opportunity to hide and smoke a cigarette.
Song Jueming was still yawning at first, as if he hadn't woken up, but when he heard Fatty Huo ask him to speak, he couldn't help but glance at the fat man.
"If you weren't the director, I would have to..." Song Jueming muttered to himself, and yawned lazily again.
"Chief Song, what is the case?" Lu Yisheng couldn't help asking.
"There are abnormal factors, and three students have died so far." Song Jueming replied, and then took a deep breath of the cigarette, as if he was a little more energetic with the nicotine, and then continued to give Chen Xian and the others Next say.
A month ago, four female students from Ningchuan University traveled together. They spent a whole day in Jiuling Mountain, which is 160 kilometers away from the urban area. During the process, nothing strange happened until they returned home. Go to school, get back into your learning life...
"About eleven o'clock in the middle of the night six days ago, these four students all encountered a strange thing."
"Strange thing?" Chen Xian looked curious.
"They all heard a voice." Song Jueming said, recalled it carefully, and then added, "At that time, they were eating in a restaurant outside, and the voice appeared very clearly, as if there was an invisible People, write with a pen on paper next to their ears, and talk while writing."
"What did you say?" Chen Xian asked.
"A story." Song Jueming picked up the notebook in his hand, glanced at it, and read it to Chen Xian and the others according to the content of the record, "Ningchuan is a relaxed and free city, unlike the ones I have been to before. In the big city, there is very little taste of capitalists squeezing life here, and I can relax... Today I think of a beautiful girl, her name is Li Wan'er."
Listening to Song Jueming's narration like a repeater, Chen Xian was also quite curious, like an audience watching, and seemed a little excited.
"She is as beautiful as a jasmine flower, her smooth skin is like cream, and there is a red mole under her waist. I like it very much, and it likes it too, so it has its eyes on this beautiful girl, even though she soon It's going to get ugly."
"On a rainy night, the girl heard a strange knock on the door, and her boyfriend's voice came from outside, so she went to open the door with confidence, but after opening the door, she saw it. It was floating in the air, funny. It looks like a dancing head."
"This rainy night is very cool, like a coffin buried in a mound of earth."
"She was skinned by it, that cruel beast, she was gutted by it, that cruel beast."
"I don't like this story, because I saw her rotten body, it became disgusting like green rotten pork, beautiful and ugly again, hope next time can...can be another interesting ending .”
As soon as the words fell, Song Jueming stopped his voice and nodded to show that the story was over.
Chen Xian was at a loss, and so was Lu Yisheng.
They both said that the story sounded weird, like a poorly crafted horror story on the Internet, with no beginning or end, so it's completely unclear.
"Is this story... related to this case?" Lu Yisheng asked cautiously.
"The Li Wan'er in the story exists in reality." Song Jueming said, gently pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Among the four female students eating in the restaurant at that time, one of the female students' name happened to be Li Wan'er. And it can correspond to the details in this story, she has a boyfriend, and her place... also has a red mole."
Seeing Song Jueming pointing to his buttocks while speaking, Chen Xian and Lu Yisheng couldn't help but looked at each other for a while, their expressions became a little astonished.
"Who told this story?" Lu Yisheng asked again.
"Didn't I tell you, it's an invisible person." Song Jueming took a puff of cigarette and began to analyze, "It might be a spirit body."
"Chief Song, if the real Li Wan'er is the heroine in this story, and the details can be matched, then is this story..." Chen Xian thought of a somewhat unbelievable possibility, but he didn't dare to say it casually. He could only hold a tentative tone, and asked a question immediately.
Song Jueming seemed to know what Chen Xian was thinking, so he nodded and said yes.
"Li Wan'er is dead in reality." Song Jueming handed over a few color photos that people dare not look at more, his expression became a little heavy, "The time of death, the weather of the night, the way and process of death... almost all have the same The stories agree."
"Someone deliberately followed this story to commit crimes?" Lu Yisheng was taken aback.
"Not necessarily people."
As Chen Xian said, he began to flip through the autopsy photos without changing his face, his eyes were as calm as ever, even if he was asked to look at those disgusting photos carefully, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, as if he was used to it.
The photo shows a female corpse that has been torn apart. The skin tissue is missing in a large area, and the internal organs are also severely missing. There is an open wound from the chest cavity to the abdominal cavity. It seems that the internal organs were pulled out from here.
"Did the remaining two dead die in the same way?" Chen Xian asked.
"no."
Song Jueming shook his head, turned the pages of the records in his hand, and said without raising his head.
"They also have their own stories."