Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 135: Newlyweds-23 Then please help me find two books

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Qing Zhu looked at the mass of meat wrapped in human skin, his eyebrows were tightly twisted into knots, revealing obvious disgust.

Although they know the origin of this thing, but for them "special seven", the problems arising from this have not been reduced at all.

First of all, they failed to catch Zhu Hongchao in this house, which means that the suspect in the case of killing two people in a row is still at large.

Such a vicious and vicious prisoner not only has a different technique, but also has ruthless methods, and he doesn't know how many secrets he hides.

In addition, the "failure" left by Zhu Hongcai must also be handled properly, and no traces can be left behind.

So Qingzhu pointed to the lump of meat that was still pulsating regularly, and asked:

"Beiquan, what should I do with this thing?"

"Strictly speaking, it's just an immortal meatball now."

Beiquan thought for a while: "I suggest, you might as well bring it back to your 'special seven' first, and find an expert to see if he can 'deal' with Xu Lei's three souls and seven souls..."

His word "handling" was vague, but Qingzhu and Aliu could hear it, and it was almost the meaning of letting them try to escape.

After a pause, Beiquan continued:

"Of course, if it really doesn't work, it's also her life..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Qingzhu:

"It can only be burned with a fire."

Qing Zhu had a tense expression and nodded slowly.

The reason why he was code-named "Qingzhu" was precisely because he was good at using Nanyang Lihuo.

Nanyang Lihuo is not an ordinary fire, it can burn the filth in the world, and it is also the nemesis of the products of various sorceries and curses. Of course, it is no problem to deal with such an immortal flesh mass.

It's just that after all, there are three souls and seven souls of one person inside. If they can't be saved, they will be thrown into flames, and Xu Lei's soul will be destroyed, and there is no possibility of reincarnation.

Although their "special seven" is affiliated to a government agency, after all, they have been taught by their teachers and have practiced for many years.

Therefore, the simple and rude solution of burning down with a fire, in the eyes of moderates like Qingzhu and Aliu, can only be a no-brainer.

"Okay, just do as you say."

Qing Zhu nodded, then took off his coat, shook it away, wrapped the lump of live meat with the belt stuffing, and copied it with one hand, "Let's take it back to 'Teqi' first."

The police searched the villa, but couldn't find Zhu Hongzhe himself here.

It seemed that Zhu Hongcai had already learned from nowhere that his identity had been revealed and ran away ahead of time.

But although Zhu Hongcai ran away, the small building was full of yin qi, and it was not known whether there was any evil thing hidden in any corner or nook—this is quite dangerous for ordinary people.

So after the three discussed it, they decided to let Miss Aliu stay and assist the police in investigating and handling the aftermath, while Beiquan and Qingzhu continued to track down the whereabouts of Zhu Hongcai with the task force.

It's just that when Beiquan and Qingzhu came out of the house, an old detective came towards him and said straight to the point:

"We found Zhu Hongcai!"

Qingzhu immediately asked:

"Where are the people?!"

"Get in the car first!"

The police officer let the two of them into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car neatly:

"Zhu Hongcai seems to have returned to his unit!"

&&& &&& &&&

Sunday, August 8, 3:05am.

Although Zhu Hongcai lives in a small courtyard in the countryside all the year round and concentrates on research, he actually has a serious job.

He is an expert hired by a history institute affiliated to a local university. He has his own research group. He occasionally shows up at the institute, attends several seminars, or leads students and does evaluations.

So when Lan Fang saw Zhu Hongzhe walk into the data room in the early morning, he was a little surprised, but he didn't have any doubts.

"I wish the teacher!"

Lan Fang quickly stood up and held up the black-rimmed glasses that slipped onto the bridge of his nose:

"Why did you come back after this?"

"Ah, it's Xiao Lan."

Zhu Hongzhe narrowed his eyes and smiled kindly at Lan Fang:

"I'll come back and find some information."

Lan Fang suddenly shuddered.

He is a doctoral student studying archaeology who was recruited last year. He has been in the research institute for less than a year, and he has only met Zhu Hongcha three times.

In Lan Fang's impression, this teacher Zhu is a gentle and elegant gentleman. He is very polite, estranged and polite, and because his tone of speech is a bit too feminine, and because he is old and unmarried, he has been gossip in private. Said he might be gay.

But I don't know why, at this moment, looking at Zhu Hongcai's smile, Lan Fang felt his heartbeat speed up inexplicably, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck.

This feeling is unreasonable, but it is very clear.

He felt that he was like a frog that was stared at by a snake, and he was about to be entangled in the next moment, and then swallowed whole.

- Don't think about it!

Lan Fang quietly pinched himself, forcibly driving the sense of fear out of his brain.

"Yes, it is so."

He twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

"Then... Mr. Zhu, what information are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Zhu Hongzhe narrowed his eyes and his voice became softer:

"is it okay?"

He smiled and said:

"Then please help me find two books..."

Fifteen minutes later, Lan Fang, carrying his Oxford cloth satchel, came out of the reference room alone, walked through the long corridor, took the elevator, and went down to the first floor.

When he passed the guard room, the security guard opened the window and greeted Lan Fang with a smile:

"Lan Fang, didn't you say you had to rush the papers all night? Why did you leave at this point?"

Lan Fang turned his head, put on his black-rimmed glasses, smiled at the security guard, and replied softly:

"The information is almost done, I'll go back and write again."

Another quarter of an hour later, six or seven police cars stopped at the entrance of the Institute of History.

The terrified security guard took the police directly to the top floor and opened the door of the data room.

There are only two lamps in a row by the window in the huge data room.

In the dim lighting, everyone could see a figure hanging high in front of the window, with his head down and his hands by his side, motionless.

A rope hung straight down to the man's neck.

A ladder for fetching books fell on its side.

Zhu Hongcai hanged himself, and he was too dead to die.

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When Beiquan received the call from Wei Fuyuan, it was already 5:30 in the morning, the eastern horizon was white with fish belly, and the sky was already bright.

"...So it was."

After listening to Wei Fuyuan's rambling report, Beiquan roughly understood the situation on Cai Mingjian and Su Lan's side, "Then what are you going to do?"

[This is...]

Wei Fuyuan replied:

[Since the problem lies with the gold bracelet, of course it should be destroyed first.]

He thought about it, and then said:

[I plan to rush to Su Lan's house now and find that bracelet.]

In fact, the gold bracelet Su Lan wore at the wedding was not in her hometown.

After all, it is a precious pure gold antique, at least it is worth tens of thousands. Su Lan originally planned to return it to her best friend immediately after the wedding.

In the end, I didn't expect that although my best friend attended her wedding that day, but before the dinner was over, she quietly left early. Su Lan called her and sent her Wechat. echo.

In fact, this situation itself is very strange.

However, at that time, Su Lan's newly married Yan'er was busy taking care of many trivial matters after the wedding banquet, and was busy preparing for the honeymoon. .

She thought that her best friend was just on a temporary business, so she put away the bracelet properly, and planned to return it in person when she was free in the future.

Unexpectedly, on the second day of the wedding, Su Lan was so frightened by the shadow. After that, accidents and shocks took turns. She was so close that she was not scared of mental weakness, so she naturally completely forgot that the bracelet had not been returned to her best friend. something happened.

It wasn't until Wei Fuyuan told her that the problem was the gold bracelet that Su Lan suddenly remembered that her best friend had never contacted her since the wedding day.

She immediately took out her mobile phone and called her best friend in front of Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an.

A female mechanical voice came from the phone, and she told her indifferently, [The number you dialed is an empty number, please check it before dialing.]

Su Lan tried every method she could think of.

It's a pity that, whether it's Penguin's WeChat account, Weibo Douyin, or even alumni group, the girlfriend's account is either cancelled or abandoned, and there is no way to get in touch with each other.

Su Lan was so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

At this time, they had just sent Cai Mingjian to the hospital.

Mr. Cai was not very lucky. He was hit on the back of the head and suffered a slight concussion. Although it was not life-threatening, he was still in a coma. Even if he woke up, he would have to stay in the hospital for two or three days before going home.

Jiang Nan'an hero was hit by the coffee table on his right arm when he was saving the beauty. Although he had a golden bell hood and iron cloth shirt to protect his body and his bones were fine, soft tissue contusions were inevitable. Arms can't move.

The only one with full fighting power was Wei Fuyuan, a rookie who didn't understand anything.

So he decisively called Beiquan and asked his boyfriend for remote support.

"Well..."

Beiquan thought for a moment:

"Go to Su Lan's house first and find the golden bracelet, but don't move it."

He added:

"Wait until I come over to deal with it."

[what! ?]

On the other end of the phone, Wei Fuyuan exclaimed in surprise:

[Do you want to come over! ?]

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