The other three people saw that Zhao Wenbo returned to the room and did not come out. They walked in one after another. They saw Zhao Wenbo spread both hands, fully revealing the newspaper in his hands, staring at the blank page and watching.
Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan didn't think of anything, but when Li Naijing saw this scene, her eyes lit up and she walked over.
"Is it the reason?" In the eyes of Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan, Li Naijing suddenly asked inexplicably.
"It may be, it may not be." Zhao Wenbo said.
After that, he turned back and asked the wife in this room: "Are you buying the Yungu Evening News every day?"
The woman shook her head: "It's not every day, but my husband likes to read newspapers and will buy them whenever he has the chance."
"How about these few days?" Zhao Wenbo asked.
The woman said: "I'm going to buy it now. He rarely goes out for activities, so he basically spends his time reading the newspaper in the house."
"Why not go out?"
"Because..." When the woman said this, she looked at the obese man sitting in the **** with some distress, "It was only checked out last week, and my husband had... a brain tumor."
"You have been doing long-term inspections here?" Li Naijing remembered at this moment that there is a brain hospital nearby.
"We are outsiders. We originally worked in this neighborhood to earn money. We finally bought a house, but we didn't know the demolition. After we got the compensation, we didn't go to the place for the time being, so we just stayed in this hotel. I don't know, Now my husband has been found out again..."
Speaking of this, the woman seemed unable to speak, she reached out her hand and wiped the tears that were about to shed.
"Has he become very silent these past few days?" Li Naijing asked.
The woman nodded.
While Li Naijing was talking with the woman, Zhao Wenbo walked to the door of Room 202 and called Shen Xing.
Shen Xing has already returned home at the moment. He just booked a high-speed train ticket on his mobile phone to go to Gaoqing next door tomorrow. The famous acupuncture doctor lives in Gaoqing, but the high-speed train travels quickly from here, almost forty minutes. Can reach.
After going to the doctor that day, I can rush back to Yungu City on the same day.
After receiving the call, Zhao Wenbo told Shen Xing about the matter here in detail, including the broken leg that seemed to be able to move on its own, blood spattered all over the wall, but there was little on the ground, but none at all, and emphasized the couple. Newspapers in both rooms.
Now Zhao Wenbo has formed a conditioned reflex. Whenever he sees a newspaper with a blank page, he must doubt whether it is related to the case under investigation.
After Shen Xing listened carefully, he knew that if he was at the crime scene now, he might turn on the different pupil and scan it, and he might get some results.
But now that I still go to the south side of the city so late, I will leave Feifei at home by herself.
In addition, the last time the second cargo disappeared after the explosion, it is unknown whether it was injured or not.
Therefore, Shen Xing did not plan to go there, but thought about it carefully, and said: "It's very simple, put the newspaper in the hands of this male owner, and then all of you, including his wife, will go out and come back in about five minutes. If you find He is still staring at the blank side of the newspaper at this time, so he can basically be sure that there is a problem."
At the end of the speech, Shen Xing asked again: "By the way, you just said that the male host is fatter, then look at where he is the fattest, is it his belly?"
Zhao Wenbo took a closer look over there and replied: "Well, although the arms are all full of meat, but the belly is still the fattest and swollen. He eats at least three meals for me. This is the degree of obesity. It's easy to get sick!"
"What's wrong with him?" Shen Xing asked.
"His wife said that she had just checked out and this person had a brain tumor." Zhao Wenbo replied.
"Brain tumor? Does this have anything to do with obesity?" Shen Xing frowned, thoughtfully, and then said: "You do what I said just now. When you are sure, you can call again."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xing said to himself: "Brain tumor?"
Inside the hotel.
Zhao Wenbo had a few whispered conversations with others, and then handed the newspaper to the fat man sitting by the bed.
"You are..." The man may have not recovered from the sudden illness, speaks less, and seems to be a little slow in thinking. I don't know if it was affected by a brain tumor.
"You read the newspaper first, let's go out for a while." Zhao Wenbo smiled.
When the words fell, everyone left room 202 one after another, concealing the door of the room without completely closing it.
The man's wife looked worried and walked back and forth in the doorway.
Li Naijing looked at the time, while Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan stood by holding hands and waiting.
After waiting for five or six minutes, Zhao Wenbo slowly opened the door of the room. Li Naijing followed behind. The two entered one after another, followed by Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan, and finally the anxious hostess.
In room 202, the obese man sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the newspaper in both hands, was staring motionlessly.
The crowd came in quietly, but he didn't notice it, or maybe he was too fascinated to pay attention to his surroundings.
Soon Zhao Wenbo and others stood in front of the obese man. This distance, even if he didn't pay attention just now, should have noticed.
But this man still didn't.
Li Naijing and Zhao Wenbo looked over and found that the newspaper page the man was staring at was the sixth page, that is, the blank side.
Winking a wink, Zhao Wenbo turned and left the room, calling Shen Xing.
"I'm sure. The obese man in Room 202 was also attracted by the blank version of the newspaper. He has been staring at the blank side until now. This is the same as the dictation of the family surnamed Wu, the old man killed by Lou Fang. The behavior is exactly the same."
Shen Xing nodded, "You may not accept what I am saying now, but I just thought about it. This is the only possible explanation for the murder scene."
Zhao Wenbo moved his throat, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and said hurriedly: "You said, as long as the answer is reasonable, I can accept everything."
"How many people live in Room 302?" Shen Xing asked.
"1."
"How is the figure fat and thin?"
Zhao Wenbo recalled: "Xiong Wei just said that, the hotel owner said that he was a thin person, ah, thin and short."
"Analyzing the broken feet, does it belong to this person?" Shen Xing asked again.
"The preliminary analysis by the forensic doctor has just revealed that the ratio of the broken feet and the thin resident's figure is not much different. It is basically certain, but the final conclusion can only be drawn back to the forensic room." Zhao Wenbo said.
"Now, let Xiong Wei and his assistant take out the gun, call the mistress of room 202 out of the room, and ask other sheriffs to guard the door and outside the window." Shen Xing said in a deep voice, "You also prepare with Li Naijing. To deal with the abnormal means, and then enter the house and snatch the man’s newspaper directly."
"Do you want to... anger that anomaly?" Zhao Wenbo asked.
"If you don't irritate, you can only guess." Shen Xing said: "I think there is a 99% probability that this man is no longer a human being. In his stomach, maybe it is the corpse that has not been completely digested. , Including bones that have been chewed up."
"Ah!" Zhao Wenbo was dumbfounded.
Shen Xing continued: "You didn't ask me before, why only the woman who strangled her and the old man of the Wu family would appear to be mentally controlled after reading the newspaper? I think I already know the answer. , Let’s have an autopsy on their brains to see if their brains have had serious lesions before then.”
After talking for a while, Shen Xing hung up the phone on the other end.
Hearing the busy tone, Zhao Wenbo slowly recovered, and couldn't help sighing: "This guy is worthy of being the holder of the red heart certificate."
Putting away the phone, he took out the golden pen, then the telescopic stick, walked into the room, and whispered to Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan, "You go out first and let other colleagues come and guard the door and window of the room. Sister Nai Jing and I are here That's it."
Seeing his appearance, Li Naijing knew that Shen Xing had already reached a conclusion, and she also took out the pen and telescopic stick at the same time.
Xiong Wei and Lu Huanhuan immediately took the hostess who had become a little frightened out of the house and handed it over to someone to take care of.
It was almost half past ten in the evening at the moment.
Xiong Wei advanced to the bathroom to turn off the small electric stove, and the odor from the pot lid from time to time made him feel nauseous inexplicably.
Back by the bed, Li Naijing was already completely close to the fat man, and said to Zhao Wenbo, "I'll do it."
When the words fell, she grabbed the newspaper and yanked it over. The newspaper was torn suddenly, making a clatter.
The fat man, who was staring at the newspaper motionlessly, trembled lightly, raised his head, still holding the newspaper, looking at Li Naijing.
Slowly, his gaze went from being confused by the ID at the very beginning to becoming insidious, then from insidious to cruel, and at the same time mixed with a tyrannical, crazy, uncontrollable hysteria, it broke out at this moment.
But it was Zhao Wenbo who greeted him.
This stick turned on the ghost strike mode. In fact, the ghost strike mode is still attacking through the electrostatic field, but it is a few grades worse than the high-intensity electric shock of the silver pen.
But for attacking people with abnormal conditions, this stick is enough to make them suffer.
Hit by a stick, the fat man screamed and stood up suddenly, his whole body sloshing, especially his chubby belly bumped up and down badly.
He opened his mouth to Zhao Wenbo, and saw a group of dark objects appear in his mouth, like a rolling black mist.
Zhao Wenbo only felt his head suddenly dizzy, his spirit was strongly affected, and he almost fainted.
The obese man immediately opened his hands and threw himself, ready to hug him. At the same time, the black mist in his mouth was rapidly growing, like a big mouth, he wanted to swallow Zhao Wenbo whole.
If Zhao Wenbo was an ordinary person, at this moment, he might be like the guy in Room 302 upstairs. He fell to the ground and fainted.
But he just shook, and did not fall, but immediately backed away, ready to fight back again.
Boom!
Li Naijing copied from the side of the bread and dropped a stick, hitting the fat man's shoulder, and then twisted the golden pen, quickly shot out the anesthetic end, and inserted it into the fat man's arm.
In the next second, the man's whole body softened, and he threw himself down, making a bang.
His mouth was still open, but soon there was a large amount of blood flowing out, and there was a strange smell in the black.
Not long after, more pieces of meat and bone scraps rolled out of the ****, which quickly dampened the bed, and there was still a lot of filth flowing out of his mouth.
Zhao Wenbo walked to the other side and touched it. The man's forehead was cold, and the temperature had long since gone.
As a large amount of filth flowed out, his chubby belly was also dented, and soon his throat moved, protruding an egg-like thing, and then rolled out along his mouth.
The black egg rolled twice in the filthy **, and then it swelled.
Li Naijing immediately grabbed Zhao Wenbo, and the two quickly turned around and rushed into the bathroom, closing the bathroom door with a bang.
The next second, the black egg exploded, and a layer of black dust covered almost all corners of the room.
The covered area turned into white air and made a sizzling burning sound.
About ten seconds later, these burning sounds stopped, and the white gas disappeared. Whether it was the sheets, walls, tabletops, bathroom doors, or the ground, many small holes were created.
After another minute, the bathroom door opened, and Zhao Wenbo and Li Naijing walked out cautiously.
The two of them looked at the mess in the room with lingering fears, and cast their eyes on the blank and shattered newspaper page that was also burned by black liquor on the ground.
At this moment, the familiar layout is no longer blank, but two black texts appear strangely.
[Goodbye! 】
The moment they saw this text, no matter it was Zhao Wenbo or Li Naijing, a strong sense of discomfort surged in her heart, and she immediately resisted these two words instinctively. At the same time, her brain was dizzy and her intestines rushed.
With a wow, Zhao Wenbo vomited out first.
…
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xing sighed for a long time. With regard to the current cause and course of the newspaper case, based on the third case mentioned by Zhao Wenbo just now, it should be regarded as basically clear.
Although it has not been proven yet, Shen Xing is sure that there is a high probability that the other two victims under control will also have brain lesions.
This kind of disease is not routine, it must have a certain speciality, so the victim range is not wide, and there is no large-scale damage.
This is fortunate!
It is now possible that even if these victims do not know that they have brain disease, they will have a greater chance of being controlled than ordinary people after reading the newspaper.
As for being controlled, everyone's behavior will not be the same. For example, the grandfather of the Wu family will try to kill the people in the house, and the middle-aged woman will choke herself to death. At present, it seems that in the third case, this Those who are under control seem to attack nearby people and take the way of swallowing.
Obviously the third case is more terrifying, and it seems that it is not just as simple as mind control, but directly controlled by the body, that is, possessing.
After asking Feifei to go back to the small bedroom opposite to sleep, Shen Xing checked the doors and windows of the room, went back to his bedroom, turned on the light on the workbench, and took a flat, thick solid wood board.
This is not the sequence board, but another piece of wood sculpture he has recently created—newspaper.
Making this newspaper woodcarving is his most relaxed and time-consuming work so far, and it was completed in just half an hour.
What I did was to cut the wood into a whole piece and make some arcs slightly to make the wood carving look like newspaper lines.
However, Shen Xing is not sure about this wood carving, it may become a waste product, so the wood used is not a good one. (End of this chapter)