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Section 30
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Niuniu happily responded, turning her flat head, and looking at him with a flushed round face.
It was about being accompanied by a living person. Although he was only a child, He Zhuangsheng was much more at ease. He took Niuniu up, climbed a few steps, and saw the house number that he couldn't live before.
301 was written on the house number before reaching the third floor.
Just climb one more floor and you will be home.
He Zhuangsheng breathed a sigh of relief, and led Niuniu to climb up neatly.
Niuniu followed him step by step, humming a cheerful ballad:
"Sao Qingniang, Sao Qingniang, it won't rain tomorrow, I'll give you a silver bell.
Saw Qing Niang, Saw Qing Niang, it won't rain tomorrow.Give you golden bells.
Saw Qing Niang, Saw Qing Niang, if it rains tomorrow, cut off your head."
The little girl's voice was ethereal, like a newborn milk warbler, crisp and tender, humming a few nursery rhymes over and over again.
But after He Zhuangsheng heard the lyrics, goosebumps crawled from his arms to his face, and he was a little stern: "Where did you learn this?"
Niuniu grinned, her eyes were dark and big, but there was no light, and she looked dull and unclear.
"I listen to others singing."
"This song is not good, don't sing it anymore."
He Zhuangsheng reluctantly restrained the hostility, and vigorously pulled her up. I just walked, but I felt that the little hand I was holding became light and fluttering. The originally soft and tender hand became a little flat, and it was so cool...
He Zhuangsheng felt a cold stare at him. He didn't dare to explore the weird touch in his hand, and he didn't even dare to lower his head. He looked at the familiar security door with a mirror, hurriedly threw Niuniu's hand away, took out the key to open the door and rushed in...
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The Sweeping Lady, hanging upside down on the anti-theft door, was lifted by the wind, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up, and the little girl made a crisp voice: "I'm home."
Jiang Ran and Wang Qing stayed together to watch the night.
There is a parking space in front of the floor, which is also convenient for them to monitor. The two sat in a car with Team Chen and another member Zhao Li, watching the flow of people in the three buildings while reorganizing the case.
Both the dead were killed by beheading, and their bodies were hung upside down in front of the house. With such a cruel and consistent approach, and the locations are all in the same building, it is hard not to think of revenge and killing.
Team Chen and they have listed the interpersonal relationships around the deceased as much as possible, and found that the residents of this building are basically relatives.
They moved to this building as a whole ten years ago, because of the demolition of the village in 2009. Most of the people living in this building are from the village of He.
The deceased He Zhuangyang and He Zhuangqing are cousins, He Zhuangyang is the second child, and He Zhuangqing is the fourth child. In addition to the two of them, there are six cousins.
Boss He got gastric cancer gone a few years ago. He Laoqi died in a car accident two years ago. The oldest of the eight cousins was He Laoba who died in the flood 20 years ago. .
Only He Lao San, He Lao Wu and He Lao Liu who are said to be mad are still alive.
"The relationship between these cousins is not very good, or the neighborhood relationship in the entire building is relatively average. Usually there are some trivial contradictions, but it is not to the point of enmity." Chen team said.
Wang Qing said strangely: "They are all relatives who have moved from a village. They don't report to the group in an unfamiliar community, and the relationship is still very cold. Isn't it strange?"
Jiangcheng's economy has developed rapidly in recent years, and many surrounding rural areas have been demolished. Most of them have been built in relatively remote areas such as Hanyang and Caiyang. Large areas of houses have been built to resettle these villagers. Generally, these villagers move from the village as a whole to the community, but the relationship will be closer together. Because there are not only relocated villagers in the community, but also many tenants or residents of commercial housing. When in front of outsiders, they are always surprisingly united.
Team Chen nodded and said: "We also feel a little weird. But we have visited the residents, but we can't find out any news. We are currently inclined to retaliate killings. The murderer must be related to the person named He, or the eight brothers. I have already Ask someone to investigate what happened before they moved here, and see if you can find clues."
"If it is really a retaliatory killing, wouldn't the three and three brothers who are still alive be in danger?" Wang Qing hesitated.
"Don't worry, someone has been sent to stare at them."
Team Chen said helplessly: "Ho Old Third is sick and kept at home all the year round. Old He Liu has inconvenient legs and feet, and he is mostly at home. Only Old He Wu is going to Old He Er's house today to help with the funeral. In order not to stun the snake. , I sent two people to protect him secretly."
When they were talking, Jiang Ran was looking through the materials. There were detailed information on the He family brothers. He looked at the person in the photo and the man who had entered the four gates drunk. He was a little uncertain and said: "The one who went in just now Is it He Laowu? His name is He Zhuangsheng, right?"
Team Chen heard the words and went to see it, but only had time to see a bloated back.
He thought that his teammate was following He Zhuangsheng, he felt that most of Jiang Ran was wrong. However, out of caution, he still said: "I contact them to ask."
But when the phone was dialed, there was no response.
After several times, the Chen team's expression sank: "Most of the accidents happened. We split up and acted separately. Wang Qing, please help Zhang Peng and the others to find someone. Zhao Li and I went upstairs to find He Zhuangsheng."
After speaking, he opened the door and hurried to the fourth building. Jiang Ran followed their footsteps and went upstairs together.
The He Zhuangsheng’s house was on the fourth floor. The three young men climbed the stairs very quickly. In a flash, they reached the door of 404. Team Chen rang the security door tensely. It was a woman in her fifties who came to open the door, separated by the security door. The door asked vigilantly: "Who are you? Which one are you looking for?"
Team Chen showed his police ID and said, "Is He Zhuangsheng at home? We have something to ask him."
Who knows that the woman said, "He didn't come back. He was doing funerals at his second child's house, drinking with others, and he probably didn't come back until midnight."
Team Chen's heart jumped, and suddenly looked at each other with Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran recalled the back figure who walked into the fourth building, and affirmed: "I can't read it wrong, it's him."
Team Chen's brows were almost knotted, and he quickly said to the woman: "Our colleague saw him back. We have urgent matters to find him. Could you please call him and ask where he is now."
The woman's expression was obviously a little unhappy, but because the other party was a policeman, she had to go and take out her cell phone and dial He Zhuangsheng's number.
The phone was connected quickly, but there was no voice from He Zhuangsheng, only the faint sound of dripping ticking.
Tick, tick, tick... The pattern is reminiscent of some terrible fact.
"Something happened." Team Chen's eyes darkened.
But he couldn't figure out why He Zhuangsheng entered the building back and forth with them, why something happened so soon.
The woman looked at them with an anxious expression, as if she had realized something, and yelled a few loudly into the phone, but there was no response at all. The call interface was cut off at ten seconds. It seems that the murderer was just to announce the death of He Zhuangsheng.
Team Chen gritted his teeth: "I transferred people back and searched from house to house in the building! The murderer must be hiding here!"
Jiang Ran did not answer his words, he just walked to the top of the stairs and looked up.
The dim sensor light was on above his head, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, but he couldn't see the end of his head.
This building gave him a bad feeling. From the moment he entered, he felt as if he had walked into a dark den. But he never found the owner living in the lair.
Team Chen transferred the people back, and the scattered police forces quickly gathered together. The two detectives who protected He Zhuangsheng also returned. They were two young police officers who were tall and strong. They were helped back by their teammates.
"what happened?"
The teammates were not worried, indicating that they were not injured. But by looking at them, also know that the situation is not right.
One of them rubbed his temple and said, "We kept staring at He Zhuangsheng until Old Zhang and Wang Qing came to call us."
In their memory, they had been monitoring and protecting He Zhuangsheng outside the house until the anxious Old Zhang and Wang Qing found them. They were as if they were forcibly awakened in a dream, and the whole person was dizzy.
Team Chen gritted his teeth: "At half past eight, He Zhuangsheng came back alone. I called you at least five times."
The two young detectives were obviously also aware of the problem, and they both showed a sense of panic in their eyes.
But in their memory, they have been staring at He Zhuangsheng. One of them quickly took out his cell phone, only to find that there was indeed a missed call from Team Chen on the cell phone.
He put down the phone and murmured: "This is too evil. We really have been staring at He Zhuangsheng, and we haven't heard the phone vibrate."
Jiang Ran pursed his lips and said, "Maybe it just created an illusion for you."
Team Chen took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "It's important to find someone first, and I'll talk about other things later." After saying that, the search task was quickly arranged.
This building has a total of seven floors. There are five households on the first floor. Five criminal police members plus Wang Qing and Jiang Ran are more than enough.
The task was arranged, and everyone immediately put into action.
Jiang Ran wanted to go to the top of the building to take a look. So volunteered and Wang Qing went to the seventh floor to find someone.
When the group of people went up the narrow stairs, Jiang Ran paused when he reached the fourth floor, and said softly: "I smell the smell of blood."
He tightened his eyes, sniffed carefully, and then asked the 狻猊 in his bag sideways: "Did you smell it?"
Suan meowed.
He smelled it too.
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Jiang Ran's brows wrinkled heavily, and he walked up again, thinking about what kind of monster it was.
He could feel something was wrong, but what the other party was doing at the moment was beyond his knowledge of the monster race.He raised his head and looked up, the dim light illuminates the top, and the stair handrails spiraled upward, as if there was no end.
Wang Qing was so frightened by his appearance that he stammered: "Brother, can't you figure it out?"
Jiang Ran shook his head and said, "Let's go upstairs and have a look. It is different from the ones I have seen."
If he guessed right, maybe they are not in the same space with each other.So since he saw this building, he felt a strong sense of violation.
Can open up a space, this is something that many ancient big monsters could not do. What is it here now?
What kind of hatred can it have against the He family brothers?
While thinking, the two had reached the seventh floor.
The seventh floor was cleaned up, the walls were white, and there was no rubbish or dust on the ground. There were several pots of green radish along the corridor, but looking at the traces, it seemed that only one family lived.
Wang Qing raised his hand and knocked on the door of 701.
The person who came to open the door was a kind-hearted old man. The other party’s gray hair was properly combed back, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers. If it weren’t for the deep wrinkles on the other’s face, just looking at the body and temperament, the other party should look only fifty. Many years old. The old man pushed the reading glasses: "Who are you looking for?"
Wang Qing showed the police officer ID and asked him if he had seen He Zhuangsheng.
"Who is the fifth?" The old man opened the security door and said, "Isn't he doing funerals at my second child's house? He usually doesn't come to me."
Then he pointed to other residents on this building: "I live on this floor, no one else."
"You also moved from Hejiacun?" Wang Qing asked again.
"Yes, it's been ten years since I moved here."
The two were still talking, but Jiang Ran's gaze passed the old man and looked into the room. The curtains were drawn in the room, and the light was a bit dim. But Jiang Ran had good eyesight and he still saw the neatly organized living room and the coffee table. paper man.
Those paper people are the sweeping women who hang down in every household.
They are colorful, some have been cut and put aside, some are just semi-finished products.
Jiang Ran moved his eyes from the room to the old man, and asked an unrelated question: "Are you cutting the paper figures hanging downstairs?"
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The old man turned his gaze to him, looked back at the living room, and shook his head: "It wasn't me who cut it, it should have been made by He Lao Si, and he will too. You young people may not understand it. This is called Qing Niang, which is said to be able to drive away evil spirits. For disaster avoidance, every household in the village used to hang up. Later, when I moved to the community, I didn’t hang up very much. I don’t know how it is revived now. I used to cut these and sell them, but now I am older, I can’t do it anymore. Alive."
As he spoke, he raised his hand stiffly and hammered his waist.
His shirt sleeves moved up, revealing a small section of the skin above the back of his hand. Jiang Ran noticed that the skin above the back of his hand was covered with large dark purple-red patches.
Or in other words, it is a corpse spot.
Jiang Ran calmly retracted his gaze, and asked casually: "Do you know why the He Family Eight Brothers have a bad relationship? We have inquired with quite a few residents, but they don't seem to want to say anything."
The old man's back stood up again, and still smiled gently, but there was a vaguely different meaning in his smile: "They dare not say it."
Wang Qing immediately asked: "What do you mean? Why don't you dare to say it? What happened in the village before moving to the community?"
The old man still shook his head: "They refused to say, and it is not easy for someone with a foreign surname to say. If you want to know, just check the flood 20 years ago."
After speaking, he turned back to the house and closed the door.
The moment the door closed, Jiang Ran noticed that his footsteps staggered, but soon it seemed that someone helped him and he stood firmly again.
The door also closed completely.
Wang Qing muttered, "Do you think the residents of this building are weird?"
They are very indifferent to each other. The dead He Lao Er and He Lao Si are grandfathers, and the seniority in the village should also be relatively high. However, when doing funerals, young people are rarely seen to worship. Instead, they are old people like He Laowu. A generation is presiding over the overall situation. And at the funeral, except for family members, no one else saw grief, just like He Laowu, his cousin died, he could still drink and get drunk with others.
Jiang Ran said: "Go and tell Team Chen. He Laowu is mostly gone. Ask them to find out what happened in Hejia Village in the flood 20 years ago. I'll stay and look for clues. ."
Wang Qing wondered: "What clues are there?"
Jiang Rian smiled mysteriously and whispered in his ear: "That old man is not a living person."
"..."
Wang Qing's scalp was numb, and goose bumps covered his back in an instant.
He shook his voice: "Brother, don't scare me."
Jiang Rian pursed his lips and smiled, and two dimples appeared on his cheeks: "Okay, I won't scare you anymore. Go and tell Team Chen."
Seeing that he had recovered his dignity, Wang Qing thought that it really frightened him.But still ran off in a hurry.
It was Jiang Ran. He turned and stared at the security door of 701, probably knowing where the passage connecting another space was.
The author has something to say:
Hungry and greedy: What kind of monster is this time for me to come to Kangkang?
Sao Qingniang: Knock on the mother!Go away!Stay away from my mother!!!
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Without the dragon dragon, greed can finally swallow the bonus.
It seems that it is still a good thing that lóng lóng does not appear?
Draw 100 red envelopes, tweeting everyone.
Chapter 33
After Wang Qing left, Jiang Ran circled the corridor and knocked on the door of 701 again.
It was the gray-haired old man who opened the door, his back was as straight as a javelin, his eyes were vicissitudes of life but not dirty, his voice was steady, and his voice was thick and clear with time: "Young man, are you okay?"
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Jiang Rian stared at him for a long time, pointed at his accidentally exposed skin, and said bluntly: "How long have you been dead? Or, do you know that you are dead?"
The old man lowered his head along his fingers, and when he saw the dark purple-red corpse spots on his skin, he was stunned for a moment, but clear comprehension quickly flashed through.
He pulled down his sleeves, properly covered the corpse spots, and then rolled his eyes and recalled, "It should be a month?"
His eyes were a little blank, and it took a long time to focus again: "I suddenly had a heart attack that day. This is an old problem. But before he could take the medicine, he lost consciousness. When he woke up, it became