The two sat in the cafe for an hour and settled for dinner by the way.
The sky gradually darkened.
At this time, a new email was also sent to Wei Fuyuan's mailbox.
Master Wei clicked on the title and found that it was the address that Beiquan had asked him to contact before. This time the attachment was bigger, with a full G.
He downloaded the attachment, unzipped it, opened it page by page, and was too shocked to speak.
The attachment turned out to be the investigation data of a fire case.
"Oh, here we come."
Beiquan pushed aside the plate with only a few onions and green peppers left, beckoned to call the waiter to take away the cups and plates, then moved his body and moved closer to Wei Fuyuan.
The safe distance was suddenly broken, and Wei Fuyuan was stunned for a moment.
He smelled the fragrance of Beiquan's body.
Unlike common men's colognes, Beiquan's body smells like some kind of plant fragrance.
If Wei Fuyuan had to describe it, the smell smelled like wormwood, and if you sniffed it carefully, it felt more like osmanthus.
For some reason, Young Master Wei suddenly felt a little restless.
He turned away slightly and pushed the screen of his mobile phone towards Beiquan.
The two silently read the information in the attachment.
"I see."
Beiquan took out a pen and paper, and sorted out the clues they had now grasped one by one.
On September 28 last year, a serious fire broke out in a renovated apartment in an old house next to the station about a stop away.
After investigation, the fire started at about 1:30 in the morning. The reason for the fire was that the cigarette butts ignited the garbage accumulated by the residents in the corridor on the first floor.
At that time, the weather was dry and there were many combustibles in the old building. The fire spread rapidly and quickly reached the top floor.
119 The police dispatched quickly, but they were blocked by private cars parked everywhere and could not get in. Fortunately, the apartment floor was not high, and only six families lived in when the accident happened. Most of them managed to escape. A young female clerk was trapped in the fire and was finally burnt to coke.
"The girl who was burned to death was named Ye Jia. She was just 24 years old when she died. She graduated from university for a year and worked in a private company."
Wei Fuyuan sighed regretfully while reading the information.
In the photo, the girl named Ye Jia has a pretty face and her hair is neatly tied into a ponytail. She is the image of a serious and cautious top student.
Young Master Wei felt very sad when he thought that such a beautiful and delicate girl was burned to death not long after the beginning of her life.
"Look, in our case, all three parties happened to have something to do with the fire."
Beiquan said, and quickly took notes on the paper.
"The second deceased, Liu Fei, lived on the second floor of the apartment where the accident happened, and Lin Xue, who fell off the trestle at the end of last month, lived next to Ye Jia, who was burned to death."
The tip of his pen poked lightly on the paper.
"As for Meng Changli, his wife said that he happened to pass by the fire when the fire broke out..."
Beiquan turned his head and smiled at Wei Fuyuan:
"What do you think?"
"This... it's really weird..."
Wei Fuyuan thought for a while, but decided to be cautious and not jump to conclusions:
"What about the first dead man?"
In this series of weird accidents, the first unlucky guy named Wu Qingping ran into the construction site drunk late at night and was killed by steel bars.
It's just that Wu Qingping is a boss with a net worth of over 100 million, so he wouldn't live in such a hutong string in the old city at first sight. Young Master Wei really didn't understand how he could interact with the fire.
Beiquan reminded with a smile:
"Have you noticed the company name of this Boss Wu?"
"So it is!"
Wei Fuyuan suddenly realized:
"Ye Jia, who was burned to death in the fire, worked in Wu Qingping's company before she died!"
Beiquan nodded, reached for the water glass, and repeated the question just now:
"Now, what do you think?"
Wei Fuyuan frowned and thought deeply, and after a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh hard.
"I see!"
He imitated the classic action of a schoolboy detective, and reached out and pointed to the void:
"The murderer must be Mr. A!!"
Beiquan's hand holding the cup shook and knocked on the table.
"Oh?"
He raised his head, "How do you say this?"
"Isn't this kind of meme often found in novels and movies?"
Finally able to explain his reasoning to Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan was very excited.
"Someone died somewhere, and his relatives or lovers felt that someone should be responsible for his death, but they couldn't find the murderer, so they decided to kill all those who might be related to the incident!"
Master Wei reached out and pushed the glasses that did not exist on the bridge of his nose:
"I think that only the murderer knows the criteria for choosing victims, so Mr. A who claims to have 'precognition' must be the real murderer!"
"Well, that sounds reasonable."
Beiquan asked:
"However, how did Mr. A make the four murders look like accidents?"
Wei Fuyuan was asked again.
"This... maybe some kind of trap was used."
He tried to make himself logical.
"There is a special theme in mystery novels called 'impossible crime'. The murderer always designs some very delicate traps, disguising murder as an accident or something."
Wei Fuyuan suddenly had a flash of light:
"For example, the hapless Liu Fei who fell into the manhole and was burned to death, I guess the manhole cover he lifted was actually replaced by a fake cover made of foam or wood, otherwise it would be difficult to explain how he could lift his bamboo stature. You have to move two hundred pounds!"
Wei Fuyuan, who believed that he had solved the case, raised his eyebrows at Beiquan. Although he didn't say it, the expression on his face clearly read the words "please praise me".
"maybe."
Beiquan smiled slightly:
"But how did Mr. A make Liu Fei's beloved fall into the manhole accurately? How can he avoid the surveillance probe to secretly replace the manhole cover, and then replace the real manhole cover later?"
Wei Fuyuan couldn't answer.
But he was unwilling to give up his reasoning.
"Perhaps... Mr. A arranged a magnet or something, and also tampered with the surveillance records!"
Master Wei said vaguely.
"It doesn't matter, no matter what the truth is, we will find out soon."
Beiquan did not continue to dwell on this topic.
He looked down at his watch:
"It's almost time, let's go."
&&& &&& &&&
The car drove out of Xizhimen Street and headed south.
They are on their way to the place where the third deceased, Meng Lichang, died.
At that time, Meng Lichang went to a remote fork in order to avoid possible inspections for drunk driving. At this moment, it was convenient for Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan to move.
Wei Fuyuan's driving skills are very good. According to the navigation prompts, he turned three times, five divisions, two turns to the accident site.
"It should be here."
Young Master Wei pulled the car over and parked it, deliberately paying more attention, making sure that the foot brake had been pressed before turning off the car and getting off.
The iron railing that pierced through Meng Lichang was originally a flower bed fence of a family. It was removed after the accident, and now there is a circle of screw marks on the bottom.
Wei Fuyuan turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, squatted down and studied it carefully for a while, but didn't see anything fancy.
"It's been more than a month. Even if there were any traces at the beginning, it should be gone by now, right?"
He said in his heart that I am a student of engineering management, and I am not involved in criminal investigation or trace inspection. Even if I stay here until dawn, I may not be able to find anything. And although this place is remote, it is still a residential area after all. If passers-by call the police as suspicious, how can I explain to the police that they are wandering around here at night
"Otherwise, shall we go back?"
Wei Fuyuan stood up.
"Leave the investigation to the police. At most, we can send an anonymous letter to tell them that Mr. A is suspicious..."
Beiquan raised his hand and interrupted Wei Fuyuan's words.
"Can't you see anything?"
he asks.
Wei Fuyuan: "??"
In the middle of the night, in a place where people have died, it is really chilling to say such a sentence suddenly.
Wei Fuyuan trembled, "Look, what do you see?"
"... You really can't see it?"
Beiquan whispered softly:
"Obviously born... I thought you could at least 'see' it."
Wei Fuyuan pricked up his ears, but he still couldn't understand what the four words in Beiquan's sentence were vague.
Just when he wanted to ask questions, Beiquan had already opened the black handbag that he never left, and took out a perfume bottle with a long tail finger.
Young Master Wei: "??"
Beiquan took the small bottle and walked to Wei Fuyuan, pulled off the bottle cap, "Bow your head."
Wei Fuyuan lowered his head slightly in conditioned reflex, facing Beiquan's eyes.
The next second, a cold mist of water sprayed onto his left eye. It didn't hurt, but there was a strange foreign body sensation.
Reflexively, he reached out and tried to wipe it, but Beiquan grabbed his hand faster and sprayed water on his right eye at the same time.
Then Beiquan let go of Wei Fuyuan and took two steps back.
"Now, turn around and look."
he said with a smile.
Wei Fuyuan was inexplicable, rubbing his eyes and turning his head.
In the next second, Young Master Wei's face turned pale with a "swoosh", and his whole body conditioned reflexively to lean back and take a few steps back. He was caught off guard and bumped into Beiquan. He staggered again and sat on the concrete floor.
"what-"
As soon as Wei Fuyuan's scream came out a syllable, Beiquan quickly covered his mouth.
"Shh, shh-"
Beiquan leaned into each other's ear:
"Don't scream, don't be afraid, I'm here."
Wei Fuyuan shivered twice, forcing himself to calm down, but his voice still trembled slightly.
"Then, what is that? What the hell is that!?"
He raised his hand and pointed forward with a trembling motion.
Right in front of Wei Fuyuan's fingertips was the railing that was removed after the accident.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it is an empty space with nothing.
However, Young Master Wei clearly saw that a gray figure was squatting in the open space, with his hands on his knees, his face buried in his knees, and he did not move.
"You, you, what the hell did you just do!?"
Wei Fuyuan rubbed his eyes desperately:
"Why, why do I suddenly have the hallucination of that, there, there is a person!?"