Ye Jia opened the door blankly.
Not surprisingly, two familiar faces appeared at the door.
Zhao Guangcheng and… Cheng Cezhi.
The former looked surprised, the latter evasive, apparently he hadn’t recovered from the shock a few days ago.
Seeing Ye Jia, Zhao Guangcheng quickly looked down at the form in his hand, and raised his head in surprise: “Ah! So it’s you! I said why this name was so familiar just now…”
Cheng Cezhi smiled reluctantly: “Brother Ye, morning, good morning.”
Hearing the sound, the little black hand leaned out from behind Ye Jia and waved to him enthusiastically: “Hi!!”
“…” Cheng Cezhi seemed to be fainting again.
“So,” Ye Jia asked, “Why are you two this time?”
Zhao Guangcheng smirked and scratched his head: “Is there not enough manpower in this game…”
Okay, got it, no more explanation is needed.
After a few brief chats, Ye Jia probably understood the current investigation progress of the Administration.
The person he met yesterday was called Wang Shize, who lived two blocks away from here. The two had already been to the hospital once, and briefly talked with the person involved.
“It’s not like being lived in by nightmare.” Cheng Cezhi said.
“Yes, it’s too deliberate and too targeted.” Zhao Guangcheng nodded and concluded: “It’s more like an evil spirit.”
Being inhabited by nightmares is generally random, while the evil spirits are completely different. They are life-killing ghosts and will only look for people who are related to their own death.
Cheng Cezhi agreed: “I also feel that Wang Shize, I always feel as if he is hiding something.”
They quickly decided on the division of labor.
Cheng Cezhi said: “I went to the police station to look through the files to see if this Wang Shize was linked to a murder or disappearance case.”
“Okay.” Zhao Guangcheng nodded: “Then Ye Jia and I will go to his house and see if we can pry out some clues from his family.”
Ye Jia who was cueed inexplicably: “…”
Zhao Guangcheng looked at Ye Jia and said with some embarrassment: “Hey…The main reason is that the efficiency of split operations will be much higher, but there must be someone who can operate the instrument to go to the scene—”
He looked at Ye Jia with an indifferent face, patted his chest and promised: “And today I invite you to dinner! Make milk tea on the road! What do you want to order!”
Ye Zheng was about to decline: “Still…”
At this time, the boring little black hand came over and showed off excitedly to him: “Right, do you know that Xiaojindou can be recharged? I just bought a lot of golden beans…”
The phone on the desktop shook slightly.
A text message popped up.
Ye Jia looked down at the balance: “…”
Hard, hard fist.
He counted his budget for dinner tonight in his heart, took a deep breath, looked up at Zhao Guangcheng, who was watching him brightly, and pulled away a reluctant smile:
“…A word is a deal.”
Twenty minutes later.
Ye Jia and Zhao Guangcheng came to the bottom of an honest residential building.
The faded wall is mottled, clothes of various colors are hanging in the anti-theft iron windows, and the green plants that have not been trimmed in time come out of the window, which looks very lifelike.
Ye Jia looked up at the building in front of him, frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.
Soon, he withdrew his sight.
The two walked in one after another.
There is no elevator in the residential building. Even though it is still daytime, the light in the corridor is still very dim, and the messy clutter is piled up in the narrow corridor, making it more difficult to walk.
Zhao Guangcheng stopped in front of one of the doors.
He knocked on the door: “Hello, is this Mr. Wang Shize’s house?”
A woman’s nervous voice came from inside the door, and it sounded high and sharp in the narrow corridor: “We don’t buy things!”
“We are the Special Affairs Investigation Department,” Zhao Guangcheng said patiently, “Can I borrow your time for two minutes?”
Inside the door came the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Kara” and “Kara”.
The sound of metal collision sounded in the corridor when the door latch was pulled, followed by the sound of the iron chain, and finally the locked door handle.
It took more than a minute back and forth.
Zhao Guangcheng and Ye Jia looked at each other unexpectedly.
Finally, the door opened.
A woman’s pale and panicked face appeared from the crack of the door, looking out: “What are you looking for my husband for?”
Zhao Guangcheng showed her his credentials, and then continued:
“It’s just a routine investigation. Have you heard anything strange at home recently?”
There was a tremor of horror across the woman’s face. She shuddered, then shook her head vigorously: “No, no.”
She wanted to close the door, but was blocked by Zhao Guangcheng’s eyes and feet quickly: “Wait, I think you already know what happened to your husband yesterday, right?”
The woman’s shivering is more obvious:
“Madam, I hope you don’t take these improprieties seriously,” Zhao Guangcheng frowned anxiously, and his attitude became serious: “Do you know, if this goes on, you and your husband will probably live a long time…”
A flickering look flashed across the woman’s eyes.
During the stalemate between the two, Zhao Guangcheng’s cell phone rang suddenly.
After speaking briefly with the person on the phone, his expression changed slightly.
Hanging up the phone, he asked slowly: “Your sister Zhao Xiake, she stumbled and drowned in a reservoir five years ago, right?”
“Wha…!” The woman’s face changed suddenly, she stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, her face slightly distorted with fear and anger, and a pale face, looking very hideous: “Go away! You guys give it all. I get off! Who gave you the power to say these and these nonsense at my door! This is my house, get off!”
She wanted to close the door, but Zhao Guangcheng refused to let her close the door.
The two were in a stalemate, and the situation became tense for a while.
Ye Jia suddenly spoke and interjected: “Your current situation, I believe you should know it yourself.”
His voice was very calm, and there was a little indifference in his cold voice, which made people startled:
“No one will believe what you say, no one can understand your experience,” Ye Jia took a step forward, raised his hand and gently pulled Zhao Guangcheng back from the door, preventing him from blocking the door: “And we are the only ones now. Someone who can help you.”
He lowered his eyelashes and stared at the neurotic woman in front of him, his light amber pupils gleaming with dim light, his voice still calm:
“So, are you sure you want to shut us out?”
The woman’s hand on the door trembled slightly, her eyes gleaming.
After a long time, as if the strength in her body was finally drained, her whole body was wilted. She stepped back two steps, and her voice came from the dark room with a dull voice:
“…In the beginning, it was a few phone calls.” Zhao Wanjun buried her face in her palm and said tremblingly: “I called in the middle of the night, and no one spoke when I was connected, only the sound of water droplets was heard.”
“Later, we could hear the sound of water everywhere, on the road, at home, at work…” She raised a pair of tortured eyes, and the blue and black under her eyes were shocking: “It’s not that kind of life. What I heard was the ordinary sound of water, but the sound of falling drop by drop…a regular sound, as if the faucet was not tightened, that sound was getting closer and closer to us.”
“Five days ago, we invited the master to do it, I, we irritated her…then…then…”
Zhao Wanjun shivered uncontrollably, and her voice became hoarse and sharp from panic:
“From that day on, she knocked on our door every night! Every night!”
She shouted hysterically:
“Her death was an accident, an accident! It was not my fault…not my fault!”
Zhao Guangcheng winked at Ye Jia, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice:
“Do you believe what she said?”
Ye Jia asked, “You don’t believe it?”
“Of course!” Zhao Guangcheng said categorically, “If the wronged souls claim their lives, they will find people who indirectly or directly killed them. If they die accidentally, their remnant souls will not float for that long.”
He continued: “Let me say, let’s report to the Combat Division to resolve this grievance, and then contact the police through the bureau to re-investigate the truth about the incident five years ago…”
Before Zhao Guangcheng finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Ye Jia:
“Why have you waited for five years?”
He was taken aback for a moment: “What?”
Ye Jia looked down and repeated: “If it’s an injustice, why would you wait five years before coming back?”
Zhao Guangcheng got stuck: “This…”
Ye Jia looked around the chaotic furnishings in the room, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The air here is filled with a very deep yin, which is a very standard sign of being entangled by a ghost, and in Zhao Wanjun’s tone, the almost frightened guilt cannot be disguised either.
But… there is something wrong.
Ye Jia patted Zhao Guangcheng on the shoulder: “First do what you said, brother.”
After half an hour.
The combat team came quickly and took the case from their hands.
Ye Jia stood downstairs, waiting for the follow-up.
Cheng Cezhi ran down the stairs in a hurry.
“Brother Ye!” He was panting, but his eyes were bright: “Don’t worry, everything is done!”
He took a break and then continued:
“Furthermore, the police and us have been cooperating for a long time. Once the killing is over, the police will resume investigating the disappearance of Zhao Xiake.”
At this time, there was a soft bang upstairs, and the window of Wang Shize’s house lit up for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, footsteps from far and near came from the corridor.
Zhao Guangcheng took the lead out of the building door, gave Ye Jiabi an OK gesture, and smiled heartily: “That’s it! Successfully completed the task!”
He raised his hand to put on the shoulders of Ye Jia and Cheng Cezhi: “Walk around, I invite you to eat…”
Ye Jia was dragged forward. Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the old residential building behind him.
He suddenly noticed that a house on the left on the first floor, although it was still full daylight, was still drawing thick curtains.
The curtain moved slightly, revealing an old man’s bluish-white face in the dark room.
He stared at a pair of bloodshot muddy eyes and peered out, his face had exactly the same expression as Zhao Wanjun-the same fear, and also full of guilt.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
Two in a row in the same building?
This is not a method of committing a crime.
—He now knows where his familiarity comes from.
It is not the evil spirits or ghosts who are at fault, but the monsters.
It was climbed out of the abyss of malice, a monster full of blood and blood. Its body contained only endless greed and hunger. It was never satisfied, never stopped, until it swallowed up the entire block, the entire city, and even the entire world. .
The longer it is left, the stronger it will be and the harder it will be to eradicate.
Ye Jia turned around and walked forward with Zhao Guangcheng of Cheng Ce.
A light sigh was blown away by the wind.
It seems that I still have to come back tonight.
In a dark corner that the sun can’t reach, a face slowly emerged, scarlet lips hung high, and a strange smile, a pair of pure black eyes rolling, staring straight at Ye Jiali Go direction.
How many deeply buried ugly memories, how many heavy secrets that cannot be told, can produce such a rich and dark odor?
This should be… what a perfect prey.