"Well, there is some truth to this guess."
Beiquan sighed:
"But unfortunately, among the other survivors, there is no one whose age matches Mr. A."
When the fire broke out, a total of six households lived at No. 44 Jinyuan Road.
Among them, four households lived alone, including the deceased Ye Jia, Liu Fei and OL Lin Xue, who were involved in the case, and a female graduate student living on the third floor.
However, the girl escaped in time and only took a few puffs of cigarettes, and nothing happened to her. Later, the apartment burned in a mess, and people died, so the girl moved directly back to the school's dormitory.
"This girl, Zhu Ling, has also gone to investigate. Although she still has lingering fears about last year's fire, she is in good spirits and doesn't seem to have been entangled by ghosts."
Wei Fuyuan nodded, "How about two more households?"
"There are two elderly people living in Room 102 on the first floor, with a grandson who has just started elementary school. All three of them went back to their hometown after the fire."
Beiquan replied.
Wei Fuyuan noticed that Beiquan's memory seemed to be very good.
Because when he said this information, he almost blurted out, and he didn't need to look up any information.
"And next door to Liu Fei is a pair of Bei Piao husband and wife who are working nearby. The husband is nearly forty years old, and his age is not right."
Wei Fuyuan: "It seems that these people don't look like Mr. A."
He frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh:
"By the way, wasn't it mentioned in the fire information before that 119 dispatched the police very quickly, but was blocked by private cars parked everywhere and couldn't get in? According to this, the owner of the car can also be regarded as one of the murderers who caused Ye Jia's death. One?"
Wei Fuyuan thought of another possibility:
"You said, could Jun A be the owner of a private car blocking the road?"
Beiquan was a little surprised.
At first glance, Young Master Wei looked like a husky with his claws and claws, but he was actually quite careful and smart.
"It is indeed possible."
Beiquan nodded.
"Anyway, let's rule it out in this direction first."
Beiquan's attitude is very natural, as if it is very simple to find a car that stopped at a certain intersection half a year ago.
Wei Fuyuan thought that Beiquan really knew someone "above", but he knew that this was not something that should be investigated, so he didn't ask any further.
The discussion between the two ends here.
Beiquan decided to go back to Fengxing City tomorrow. After saying good night to Wei Fuyuan, he climbed onto his own bed, covered his head with the quilt, and fell asleep quickly.
Wei Fuyuan struggled all day, and was greatly frightened at night. He should have been physically and mentally exhausted.
But I don't know if he recognized the bed or slept too much in the afternoon, Wei Fuyuan rolled over and over for three full hours, stunned until the phone's battery was exhausted, and then fell asleep in a daze at 2:30 in the morning.
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The next day, April 25th, Sunday.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan returned to Fengxing City.
When they walked into the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company, the fire truck's alarm record and traffic monitoring on the day of the fire had been sent.
"Well, the situation is more complicated than we previously guessed."
Beiquan spread out the information and studied it carefully.
"It does not appear to be the responsibility of one individual."
Wei Fuyuan had put himself in the position of "assistant" unknowingly, so he took the initiative to come over to take a look.
"Look here."
Beiquan turned to his side, allowing Wei Fuyuan to get closer.
According to the police report, on September 23 last year, 119 got out of the car within a minute and a half after receiving the call and went to No. 44, Jinyuan Road, where the fire broke out.
However, the two intersections of Jinyuan Road were under construction at the time, half of the lanes were blocked, and in the dead of night, the road was full of private cars of nearby residents, and the fire trucks could hardly move. When the firefighters finally removed the obstacles and arrived at the scene, the fire had engulfed the entire building, and Ye Jia, who could not escape in time, was also burned to a coke.
"The streets in the old city are already narrow, and in addition to the construction, the nearby residents are usually used to parking their cars on the side of the road."
Beiquan analyzed:
"These three factors are all the reasons why the fire trucks could not arrive in time. If these people were all related to Ye Jia's death, then at least a hundred more people would have to be locked in the ghost's cage."
Wei Fuyuan understood:
"However, Gui Gui chose Mr. A alone."
"Yes, that's it."
Beiquan nodded:
"So A-Jun must have done something that others didn't do before he was hated by Ye Jia's dead soul."
Wei Fuyuan grabbed the information on the table, flipped page by page, and read it three times carefully, as if to engrave every word in his mind.
But after reading it, he still didn't find any particularly suspicious characters in it.
"... We can't wait for Mr. A to die before we know who he is, right?"
Young Master Wei was a little frustrated.
It's all checked out here, and he's really not willing to give up.
"We'll investigate when A-Jun is dead, the ghost may have already run away."
Beiquan's expression rarely seemed very solemn.
"Nearly a month has passed since March 30, when the fourth deceased, Lin Xue, died. According to the interval between the first four times, it's almost time for Gui Gui to do something."
Wei Fuyuan didn't realize that he had completely accepted Beiquan's anti-scientific ghost theory, and had completely substituted his identity as a ghost-catching death squad, and asked in a daze:
"Then what should we do now?"
Beiquan rested his chin with one hand and thought carefully for a while.
"No clue yet."
He honestly admits:
"It now seems that we can only wait until it gets dark and go to the burned down Jinyuan Road No. 44 to see if we can find any clues."
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No. 44, Jinyuan Road, which caught fire half a year ago, is located deep in the hutongs of the old city, not far from the "Santu River".
Considering the poor road conditions along the way, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan decided to take the bus there.
On the way, Wei Fuyuan asked his boss why he came at night, and Beiquan replied, because it was only possible to discover the traces left by the ghost at night.
Young Master Wei was very at a loss.
So Beiquan explained it to him in detail, saying that he had a "tool" in his hand. If he had to describe it, it was similar to the Luminol used by forensic medicine for the occult blood reaction test, which could detect the ghosts left after the recent activities. Weak traces of spiritual power.
It's just that the light is strong during the day and the sun is too strong, so the props can't work. You can only take them out and try them out in the dead of night.
When Wei Fuyuan was about to sigh, "There is still such high technology", Beiquan shrugged again, "Don't have too much hope."
He added:
"After all, ghosts are yin ghosts who rely on grievance, anger and hatred to survive, and their residual energy will disappear very quickly as long as they are in a strong yang environment, so the chance that my little thing can come in handy is actually not much."
Wei Fuyuan frowned upon hearing this:
"How many days can traces be detected?"
"It doesn't have to be."
Beiquan's answer is very rigorous:
"If it is a cloudy and rainy day or a place with a particularly heavy yin, such as a cemetery, a basement and other environments, it can be maintained for about three to five days without a problem."
As he said that, he pointed out the car window.
"However, like recently, the sun is shining brightly during the day, and if it is an open air environment, the breath left by the ghost will probably disappear in a day."
Wei Fuyuan suddenly widened his eyes:
"It's been half a year since the fire, and I'm only looking at it now. What else can I find?"
Beiquan tilted his head and asked with a smile:
"Or do you have a better suggestion?"
Wei Fuyuan suddenly stopped talking.
He really couldn't think of a more reliable investigation direction, and could only use the stupidest method to accompany Beiquan on Ye Jia's road of revenge.
When the two arrived at their destination, it was about half past eight in the evening.
For modern people who are accustomed to nightlife, this point is not even "night", but for people living in Hutong Chuanzi in the old city, it is time to close their doors and go back to their homes.
Jinyuan Road can only accommodate two cars in parallel.
There was no traffic police copying the license plate at night, and all private cars parked carelessly on the side of the road, crowding the two lanes into a one-way street.
Fortunately, the traffic flow on this road is sparse at night. If there are occasionally two cars running opposite to each other, one of them will consciously lean over the body and leave enough space for the oncoming vehicle to pass first.
"No wonder the fire trucks can't get in."
After seeing the actual situation, Wei Fuyuan was deeply moved.
Looking at the tacit understanding of the vehicles on the road, I am afraid that it is not a day or two for private cars to park indiscriminately in this area. Even if there was a serious fire nearby not long ago, and even a person was burned to death, there is no way to make it happen. Residents are alert.
Come to think of it, if Ye Jia wanted to seek revenge for the car owners, she would be really like what Beiquan said, and she might not be able to kill hundreds of people.
While Young Master Wei was still thinking about this, the two had reached the old site of No. 44 Jinyuan Road.
The reason why it is said to be the "old site" is because most of the four-story old building was blackened by thick smoke, and most of the walls were burned through in places where the fire was serious, and it was absolutely impossible to live in it. It's just that the old building has not been demolished, and only iron gates have been installed at the entrance to prevent idlers from waiting to enter.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stood downstairs and looked up.
The abandoned building was empty and pitch-black, without any light inside, as dense as a huge tombstone.
Beiquan took out a spray bottle containing cow's tears from the suitcase he was carrying with him, and asked his assistant to do the prep work first. Then he took out a bamboo tube, pulled out the yellow silk stopper on the top, and made another one. The action of "dumping".
Wei Fuyuan was afraid that he had missed something, so he hurriedly sprayed cow tears.
Immediately, he saw a white shadow surrounding Beiquan's feet, turning in circles lightly and swiftly.
"introduce."
Beiquan pointed to the white shadow at his feet, smiled and said:
"It's called Suying, it's just a fox."
Wei Fuyuan took a closer look, only to realize that it turned out to be a fox the size of a slap.
"It's what I call a 'tool' that can detect the ghost's residual spiritual power."
- Well, the boss of Daqing is not using luminol, but a police dog, no, it is a police fox!
When Young Master Wei thought so, he saw that the little white fox flew out and rushed towards the end of the street.