Wen Zheliu stared closely at the reddish-brown carpet on the floor in front of him, his thoughts spinning rapidly.
He thought of the newspaper again. If that was the clue to the scene he found, then all the ghosts he encountered now should have matching numbers.
If you look at it this way, May is the daughter who killed her family, and the essay published in the newspaper was written by a boy. Will Leighton Owen and his missing wife also appear next
Wen Zheliu frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.
He stood up and wandered around the living room twice. When he saw a thick stack of old newspapers piled on the window sill, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had obtained it without any effort.
Wen Zheliu quickly stepped forward and opened the stacks of newspapers. The owner who organizes the newspapers seems to be a very patient obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. The creases of each newspaper are smoothed out as neatly as new, and they are also sorted by date and year. Wen Zheliu saved a lot of effort. He pursed his dry lips and quickly found the day's newspaper according to the date of the newspaper in his pocket.
Unexpectedly, the content in the town newspaper was completely different from the one in his pocket. Not only did it not mention the tragedy of a family of three, there was no selection of essays by elementary school students, reports such as the townspeople thanking Leighton Owen, etc. There was a missing person notice shared by both newspapers. Wen Zheliu found that his eyes were dazzled, and he only saw a title of "Real-time Discussion: Suggestion to Strengthen Supervision of Drug Sales". The content below was that Mr. Leighton Owen protested to the mayor in real name that pharmacies should be prohibited from selling to minors. Selling pesticides and rodenticides, his daughter accidentally put them into the drinking water and nearly poisoned the entire family.
What was left was a large-page report on the Midnight Fun Show. Wen Zheliu flipped through newspapers that spanned about two months, and almost all of the front page headlines were about this show. Only a few small sections worriedly released data, saying that since the Midnight Joy Show was born and aired, the crime rate in the town has increased significantly. "People seem to have become more and more bottomless, but they should not forget what they have learned since childhood." education about love and responsibility.”
This is strange...
From the beginning to now, the information Wen Zheliu received was all mixed and confusing. He could feel the connection between them, but he didn't know how to tie them together, untie the original thread, and restore the truth of the entire incident.
He bit his lower lip, folded his arms, and tapped his arms with his index fingers on both sides.
It's funny to say that now, being in a ghost nest can no longer bring him much fear. On the contrary, the answer hidden under the layers of fog and cobwebs attracts his attention even more. Wen Zheliu had never taken any professional courses in this area, but he was already regretting it now. If he had known that it would have been better to attend a few serious criminal investigation reasoning classes than to be blind now.
Mei came down from upstairs, wearing an apron, and her hands were still dripping with water. She said with an apologetic smile: "I made soup, but there seems to be not enough food at home. I have to go to the small restaurant at the back." Look around the garden to see if you can find some radishes and the like that haven't been eaten by me yet."
"Do you have a small garden at home?" Wen Zheliu asked.
Mei walked back without looking back: "Yes, every household here has its own small garden, but my father was too lazy to plant flowers before, so he did what he was good at and planted some vegetables! Wait a moment, I'll be right back!"
Wen Zheliu stared at her back as she disappeared through the back door, her brows twitching slightly.
"Hmm." He said to himself, "I seem to understand, and there may be a guest coming later. If my guess is correct, the person coming should be..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Although the knocking frequency is rapid, the sound is not very loud, just like a woodpecker knocking on the door aggressively, and it sounds like it is knocking with its knuckles.
"...Mrs. Owen?" Wen Zheliu smiled slightly and walked to the door and asked.
The person at the door was strangely silent for a while.
"You know me." A low, soft and vague female voice sounded outside through the door.
"It's not acquaintance, just a little knowledge." Wen Zheliu nodded, "Why did you come to me?"
Mrs. Irving did not speak. After a moment, she said in a deep voice: "Although I don't understand how you recognized me, for your own good, you'd better leave here quickly!"
"Me? Leave?" An apologetic smile appeared on Wen Zheliu's face, "If you don't make things clear, I won't leave."
Mrs. Owen's tone was stern and urgent: "You don't understand how dangerous things are..."
Wen Zheliu suddenly had a new guess.
"Mei is your daughter, right?" He opened his mouth regardless and interrupted her directly.
Mrs. Owen suddenly shut up.
The sudden suspicion in his heart was quickly confirmed, but Wen Zheliu did not feel relaxed at all. On the contrary, his mind was filled with doubts without any thought. He said straight to the point: "Mei is in the small garden. If you need me, I can call her over now so that you can communicate face to face."
"No, no!" Mrs. Irving shouted resistingly, "I can't see Mei, I am an unqualified mother, and I have no face to see her now! But don't think that you are safe if you stay here, he will find you sooner or later. , and then kill you!"
"Let me guess again... this guy, doesn't he refer to Mr. Leighton Owen?" A funny application appeared in Wen Zheliu's eyes, "Your family is really strange. The younger brother accuses the elder sister, the elder sister slanders the younger brother, and the mother If I come to tell you that my husband is wrong, what about my husband? Will he come over and tell me that his wife can’t be trusted?"
"You are a smart man."
"Excuse me," Wen Zheliu said, "Many people have said so."
"I can't say much to you, but as you said, get out of here quickly, my husband is coming!"
Wen Zheliu no longer believed the person outside the door. While pretending to be confused, he casually stretched out his hand to open the peephole on the door -
He was stunned.
The person standing outside the door was neither a woman from a good family nor an unkempt madman. When he looked closer, he could only see a blur of blood, which was dripping and dazzling under the small lamp hanging in the corridor outside the door.
He saw a zombie female corpse with pale skin, shattered cheekbones, and a twisted face covered with plasma and minced meat. A huge wound stretched from the left shoulder of the corpse to the belly, revealing the flowing and broken intestines.
Wen Zheliu's pupils shrank suddenly and his throat became dry. He actually talked to a walking corpse that had died tragically for so long!
He clicked the cat's eye, took a low and shaky breath, tried hard to stop the cold air between his teeth, and asked: "So, should I go with you now?"
"You should come with me," the female corpse opened and closed her lips, her cloudy pupils were lifeless, "Open the door and come with me!"
"...You are the one who should go!" Wen Zheliu said harshly, "As you said, your husband will come over again. If you don't leave now, then wait to meet your husband!"
No one answered outside the door, and there was silence again.
Wen Zheliu took a few steps back tiredly, feeling that what he had experienced tonight was really enlightening.
The ghosts who were confused about the cause of death took turns to instigate discord with each other. He met no living person at all, no one could be trusted, no one could be trusted.
"Regardless of whether the things outside are gone or not, I have to think carefully about the information I have now." Wen Zheliu muttered secretly, "I could barely guess who the ghosts who will go into battle next are based on the tips in the newspaper, but they The relationship between, I still..."
In view of the general environment, this site may be closed at any time. Please move to the permanently operating source app as soon as possible, huanyuanapp.org
Wen Zheliu automatically listed a network of relationships in his mind, "There are currently four known people, father, mother, sister, and brother. However, whether it is their accusations against each other or the reports in newspapers, there are an unusually large number of them. contradictions."
"First of all, my daughter is the murderer of a family of three. This proves that she killed at least three people, her parents and her younger brother. But Mei just said that her father killed her mother, and the younger brother who was far away in the red-roofed house came from upstairs. He fell down and broke his neck, which is the first suspicion."
"Secondly, Leighton Owen once published a missing person notice in the newspaper to find his wife. This missing person notice was posted until a week after the family murder. This is simply a huge bug. Since he and his wife both He was already killed in a murder case, why do newspapers continue to publish missing person notices? This is the second doubt."
"Thirdly, all the events now are indelibly related to Mr. Irving. The deceased Mrs. Irving seemed to be quite afraid of her husband. Who is this Leighton Irving and what role did he play in it? So For doubt three.”
"In the end, the town newspaper didn't mention any of this, but published a missing person notice for Mrs. Owen. Does this mean that the newspaper in my pocket actually made up most of the content, and only this one point is completely true? ? Then what is the cause of death of this family, and why do they hate each other so much? This is the fourth doubt. "
Wen Zheliu counted out four doubtful points in detail and kept pacing back and forth in the room.
The information currently available is still too little, but if he hadn't had an idea just now and suddenly verified Mei's true identity, I'm afraid he would still be misled by the confusing description of the timeline in the newspaper.
The door to the garden was closed, and Mei hadn't come back yet. The only sound in the living room was the ticking sound of the pendulum clock on the wall. In this silence, which was suitable for thinking, the door was knocked again.
Wen Zheliu's movements of rubbing his palms stopped, and his heart beat heavily on his chest.
The last one is finally here.
He stood up, walked to the door as before, and asked calmly in a low voice: "Is it Mr. Owen?"
In the central city at the moment, He Qin's situation was not much better than the shocking story at Wen Zheliu's end.
He only said a few words to Wen Zheliu about exchanging coordinates when he was just teleported over. From the moment Wen Zheliu went to look for scene clues, he could no longer contact him. Because when he received Wen Zheliu's coordinates and planned to find a parking lot and drive to find him, he accidentally got caught in the middle of hundreds of tragic ghosts swarming towards him. Not only were all communication facilities affected, The failure caused even him to be a little unable to withstand it.
"Hello, beautiful lady!" He Qin had a smile on his lips, his eyes were murderous, and there was no trace of fear. He turned around and got out of the way of dozens of ghosts roaring up. The knife in his hand was like thunder, and he aimed at one. The female ghost standing in front of him was chopped down on the head, forming a biting cold river like snow in the air!
"-Goodbye, beautiful lady."
He rolled over and landed on the ground, his body like a powerful black panther that was extremely fast. He quickly shuttled among the many white shadows screaming towards him. Finally he found a car with the key in the underground parking lot and smashed the glass with one punch. , turn it inside and sit firmly.
"The old gasoline car..." He raised his eyebrows, "It's a little difficult to drive, but it's not too difficult."
Among the many chasing ghosts, the engine roared like an awakened beast, and the dazzling headlights of the car in front suddenly turned on. Before the ghosts pounced, they retreated and walked away from the other road in the parking lot.
He Qin drove the car to crush the ghost while looking at the gradually recovering communication device, waiting for the real-time coordinates sent by Wen Zheliu to be loaded.
In the night wind that gradually got rid of the bloody smell, He Qin's heart suddenly sank.
… His communication device was empty, not a single message.
The author has something to say: Thank you everyone for your comments and support... I have a terrible headache, so I will go to bed first.