The staff on duty in the property management of the community did not know what Zheng Ruijun was talking to himself, so he asked inexplicably: "Will you continue to watch the surveillance?"
Zheng Ruijun nodded: "Please adjust the monitoring to yesterday, and browse this monitoring point at three times the speed to see if these two people show up."
At the end of the story, he took out two photos, one of Song Xiaoyu's parents Song Hao and An Lifen. This photo should have been taken recently, and he didn't know how Zheng Ruijun got it.
The duty officer took the photo and asked a little surprised: "Aren't you following me to see it?"
Zheng Ruijun shook his head: "Go to Unit 1 of Building 7, and open the door for me to enter the unit, then come and continue to watch the surveillance. I am going to go upstairs where this family lives and have a look."
The duty officer Yiyan took a universal access card for property management and walked ahead to lead the way. While curious, he turned around and asked: "Mr. Sheriff, is something wrong with this family?"
Zheng Ruijun smiled: "His Wangcai bit his neighbor three years ago. It does not mean that the neighbor bit him. The neighbor believes that he really took a bite and died of toxin infection. Then the family took Wangcai overnight. escape."
The attendant on duty was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, with a puzzled expression: "His neighbor...is it ZZ?"
"Hehe, maybe, maybe, maybe." Zheng Ruijun smiled helplessly.
Regarding special cases, the investigation team’s consistent approach is to control the scope of knowledge and not allow them to cause widespread panic among the general population.
If the investigation shows that there is nothing unusual about Song Xiaoyu's family, at most, clarify with the property management, saying that the Public Security Department finds the wrong person.
The two quickly came to the downstairs of Unit 1 in Building 7. After the attendant opened the access control, he stretched out his hand to prevent it from closing, and said: "Mr. Sheriff, if his wealth is still there, I can now Go and bring Laifu from the security room, we won't necessarily lose to Wangcai in a fight."
This time it was Zheng Ruijun's turn to froze for a while, and quickly waved his hand: "No need, no need!"
By the way, he brushed his messy hair, he walked into the unit building, and when he looked back, the property management attendant was mumbling something, and he had already left.
Zheng Ruijun took the elevator directly to the 8th floor. There are four households on each floor of this unit building, while Song Xiaoyu's house is No. 8-2.
After spotting the house number and walking to the 8-2 door, Zheng Ruijun first looked down at the doorway, then took a deep breath and stood silently at the doorway.
Diagonally opposite the door of the room is the direction of the stairwell. At this time, it is pitch black inside, but Zheng Ruijun seems to be able to faintly hear something.
He turned his head and glanced, but found nothing.
Then he took out a golden pen from his pocket, reached out and knocked on the door.
As a veteran sheriff in the special case investigation team, Zheng Ruijun knows some routines for handling special cases.
People who can enter the investigation team usually have no one with low mind control, and he is much better than ordinary people in terms of mind control.
Of course, although they have strong mental powers, they are still just ordinary people, not superhumans. In addition to having great courage and powerful handling capabilities, they are not easily disturbed by the spirit.
Unexpectedly, after knocking on the door twice, the sound of footsteps came from the room.
This family has always been there!
Not long after the door was opened, a middle-aged man held the doorknob with his right hand and stood inside the house, staring at the outside silently.
Because the lights were on outside the corridor at this time, but there were no lights in the room, it seemed that the people standing inside the door were a little dim and blurred, and they couldn't see clearly.
Zheng Ruijun tried to keep his eyes wide open, but still couldn't see the appearance of the people in this room. He held up his sheriff's certificate and said, "Excuse me, is it Song Xiaoyu's home?"
"Yes." The man in the room replied calmly.
"Sorry, I woke you up so early." Zheng Ruijun smiled.
The man in the room said: "It's okay, I'm already up. May I ask what's the matter with you?"
"I asked Song Xiaoyu for some information, uh, about the Qiguang Orphanage." Zheng Ruijun said.
The people in the room seemed to nod their heads.
"Come in." He stepped back, reaching out and turning on the light at the door.
Only then did Zheng Ruijun finally see the man's face clearly.
He was about to enter the house, but after seeing the face of the man in front of him clearly, he was slightly taken aback.
Because the middle-aged man is smiling at him.
At first, the smile seemed okay, but at the second glance, it seemed that the smile seemed a little fake.
The facial features are stiff, the corners of the mouth are raised, and the tail skin of the eyebrows are squeezed together to form wrinkles. The most important thing is that the man seemed to be smiling when he stared at him in the dark. It is reminiscent of the feeling of fear and horror behind this scene.
The middle-aged man put away his smile, turned around and walked into the house, saying: "Come in, you don't need to change your shoes."
Zheng Ruijun hesitated for a moment, and walked in, and soon his nose wrinkled slightly.
The curtains in this room were drawn, and there was no light coming in. A faint strange smell filled the room.
The decoration and furnishings in the house are no different from those in ordinary families. They are quite satisfactory. They just give Zheng Ruijun the feeling, but they have an indescribable taste.
This middle-aged man is Song Hao, the host of the house, and Song Xiaoyu's father.
Just now after he turned on the light, Zheng Ruijun recognized it at a glance.
In Zheng Ruijun's view, not only Song Xiaoyu, perhaps even Song Hao has become abnormal.
Song Hao turned and walked into the living room without looking back to see if he had entered the room.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, after Zheng Ruijun entered the room, he did not close the door. Instead, he opened the door completely and pushed a shoebox against the door with his feet to prevent it from closing by itself.
Song Hao stood in the middle of the living room, still turning his back to Zheng Ruijun, and pointed at the sofa beside him: "Sit."
"Okay, you are welcome." Zheng Ruijun didn't plan to go and sit down, but walked two steps forward and stood not far from the door of the living room.
"Where is Song Xiaoyu?"
"She's still sleeping."
Song Hao answered, walking to the water dispenser next to the TV, turning on the hot water switch of the water dispenser, then took out a box of tea and a paper cup, and put some tea into the paper cup.
After doing this, he looked back at Zheng Ruijun and found that the other party was still standing not far from the door of the living room.
"Why don't you come and sit?"
Looking from Zheng Ruijun's direction, Song Hao's expression at this time was already very ordinary, without the weird smile just now.
"It won't be too long, no need." Zheng Ruijun casually found an excuse, "Can you ask Song Xiaoyu to come out..."
At this moment, he instinctively felt something strange behind him.
Before he finished speaking, he turned around immediately.
In his eyes, a person's forehead was almost touching the tip of his nose.
Zheng Ruijun immediately backed up two steps, his heart beating, and when he fixed his eyes, he saw a middle-aged woman in gray pajamas with her head slightly lowered, her hands hanging down, her eyes squinting upward, and she was standing there staring unblinkingly. Yourself. (End of this chapter)