Chapter 82 Chapter 11 Garbage House

After finishing speaking, she picked up the eyes, took off one of the legs, pulled and sent it, and a port was exposed, and she plugged the port into Ouyang Xue's computer. "This is a USB drive, speed." Although Ouyang Xue was very curious about this strangely constructed thing, she restrained her temper and nodded cautiously. The four of them were about to leave when the phone on the desk suddenly rang. "Just call outside if you have something to do. I still have important cases to deal with here, you pig brain! How many times do I have to tell you!" Ouyang Xue picked up the microphone and punched the desk.Judging from the tone of voice, it was probably a call from a policeman who didn't know the current affairs, and he didn't know that his boss was angry. Isn't this just sticking his face in and letting someone beat him?Yin Hui and Conan Doyle looked at each other and laughed at the same time.This eldest lady's temper really exploded a bit.

At this moment, Ouyang Xue's face suddenly changed: "What? Say it again! Missing again? Wait, I'll go right over." After finishing speaking, she drank the coffee on the table and hurriedly put the police cap on buckled on the head. "What happened?" Yin Hui stuck out his tongue. "Yeah!" Ouyang Xue nodded, "There's another fucking missing around here." "Another missing one?" Yin Hui frowned. "That's right! The police called just now, and an old lady reported to the police that her wife was missing. Do you stay here, or go and see together?" Ouyang Xue fastened the walkie-talkie to the cassette on her chest, and looked at him quietly glance.

In fact, she still hoped that Yin Hui could go with him. Although this kid is idle and devoid of conscience, he has good observation skills. An occasional question can benefit her a lot in terms of thinking. "Let's go together!" Yellow Crane Tower lit a cigarette: "These two cases are so close to each other, and they both involve disappearances. It can be seen that the unscrupulous hands behind it are not so much fearless as a demonstration against us. !" "You're right. Even if it's a coincidence, there's nothing serious about it." Conan Doyle was a little moved by what the Yellow Crane Tower said, so he nodded in agreement.

Therefore, Ouyang Xue greeted two skilled subordinates, took two cars with Conan Doyle and others, and drove quickly to the scene of the incident. This is a slum in an urban-rural development zone. The surrounding rubbish mountains are piled up like terraced fields, exuding a strong smell, which made the two women present frown. Then, I didn't dare to look at Ouyang Xue, and obediently acted as a guide in front. Soon, everyone came to a cheap rental house. In a tent made of nylon cloth, an old woman with silver hair was holding a photo in her hand and slowly stroking it, lest she let go. The only photo It will also be lost.

"Oh! Comrade policeman, comrade policeman, you are finally here." Seeing the patrolman leading the way, the old lady straightened up from the bed that was tied up with rags, and groped with her hands in a daze. "Old man, what happened?" Ouyang Xue saw that the old woman's eyes were not very good, so she tried her best to support her to avoid any accidents. "I...what do you call me...my old man disappeared out of nowhere..." the old lady cried and covered her face with her hands. "It's gone, didn't he tell you where he went?" Ouyang Xue pressed the recording pen on her chest, and asked in a gentle tone as much as possible.

"No...no...nothing." The old woman rubbed her tears: "It's not easy for me when I'm old. I've lived with the old man for so many years, and I made a living by picking up junk. Injury, my eyesight is not good, just make do with it until now, no disease and no disaster. Although poor, we are all quite at ease." "Old woman, can you tell us your story later? I want to know more about how your wife disappeared!" Conan Doyle bent down and listened. Seeing a photo of Sun Yat-sen hanging on the wall covered with newspapers, and the blue sky and white sun flag of the Republic of China next to it, and the old woman said that his wife was injured in the war, Conan Doyle roughly guessed that the missing old man should be They are soldiers of the Kuomintang. Since they are soldiers, even though they are old, they still have at least a sense of vigilance.

"Yeah!" The old woman nodded, "Yesterday he just finished picking up the trash, and his income is not bad, so he bought some meat and made me hot pot..." The old woman said, "But, after eating, I found The old man spoke, but he ignored me and didn’t make a sound. I thought he was angry, and I became a little anxious. When I looked up again, the room suddenly became dark and the old man disappeared! I thought he went out to relieve his hand, so I sat down I was waiting on the bed, but I didn't see him come out for a long time, until... until today, he didn't come back!" The old woman cried and grabbed Ouyang Xue, the life-saving straw, and refused to let go: "What are you called?" How can I live!"

"The old gentleman suddenly disappeared while eating?" Conan Doyle stood up and looked around the structure of the room, hoping to get some clues. Yellow Crane Tower put out the cigarette, walked around the table, and suddenly found a sentence: "Old man, there are only two chairs beside this table, right?" The old woman nodded with a sob. Seeing a corner of the table leaning against the wall, Yellow Crane Tower smiled: "Are you sitting on the left and right?" "Yeah!" The old woman nodded again. "Then, is the missing old man sitting on the left or the right?"

"The right side..." the old woman said in a confused way. "I understand, thank you!" Yellow Crane Tower nodded, picked up the chair, and sat on the right side of the table: "Yin Hui, sit here." He pointed to his left direction. Yin Hui didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd, but he followed his instructions, picked up the chair, and sat in the designated position. "At that time, the two of us just ate hot pot like this." Yellow Crane Tower put his hands on the table and made a gesture of holding chopsticks. Yin Hui suddenly realized that he wanted to restore the scene of the crime.So he nodded: "Yes, eat hot pot."

"The table is not big, and we are sitting facing each other, so our feet must touch each other, otherwise we can't sit down at all." Yellow Crane Tower murmured. "If I want to walk, I have to get up, so my feet will definitely shift from their original positions." After speaking, the leather shoes of Yellow Crane Tower moved: "Close your eyes, can you feel it?" "Obviously!" Yin Hui replied simply. Conan Doyle's eyes moved, and he understood clearly: "Grandma, can't you feel your husband's feet have left?" "Girl, you don't know. Old lady, I have suffered from rheumatism since I was a child. As I get older, the bottom half is almost flattened. You don't even feel it when you beat it." The old woman smiled desolately.

"Ok?" Yellow Crane Tower narrowed its eyes, and then decided to stand up. At this moment, he realized that once he sat down, it was almost impossible to stand up easily.Because the whole space is ridiculously narrow.If you want to stand up, there are only two ways, one is to move the table, but to push the dilapidated old sofa behind. Thinking of this, Yellow Crane Tower put in more effort and gently moved the old sofa back. The sound was noisy, intermittent and extremely ear-piercing. Looking closely at the sofa, it turned out that one leg was broken, but now it is leaning crookedly on the bottom. Could it be that as soon as it moves, it screams crazily. "Old man, if you want to stand up from this chair, you have to move the chair and the sofa behind it. The sound is not very small. Didn't you hear even a little bit?" A ray of light shot out from Yellow Crane Tower's eyes. The old woman was taken aback for a moment: "Yes! I'm also wondering why the chair didn't move when the old man left?" Only then did the Yellow Crane Tower get a clue. Now, he is not in a hurry to stand up from the chair, but sits inside, trying to use various methods to escape, but the answer is impossible, because between the two The distance is really too close. "If the chair was originally outside, that is to say, when the old man sat down, he wasn't too far inward, wouldn't everything make sense?" Ouyang Xue's eyes lit up. "No! Impossible." Yellow Crane Tower denied: "This is not a concrete floor, but a yellow mud floor. Look at the imprints on the surface. Only my position has a trace of a chair leg. The rest of the place is blurred. It should have been left behind." "This incident seems to have the same effect as Yu Tianlai's disappearance case. The murderer is unfathomable!" Yin Hui felt emotional, and then glanced at the ground, trying to find any footprints. Although it was a yellow mud floor, the footprints of the group had already spread all over the house. Even if there were traces of the murderer, it would be difficult for him to find them. After all, they had been mixed together. "No, wait!" Staring at the ground, Yin Hui's face suddenly became serious: "Stop all of you, stay where you are, and don't move." His words immediately attracted everyone's attention. "Yin Hui..." Yellow Crane Tower just wanted to stand up from the chair, but was stared back by Yin Hui: "Sit down, don't move, don't move anyone." In the hearts of the people, the doubts are even worse. "Have you ever thought that even if the murderer has eyes and hands, he should leave footprints when he enters the house, unless he is not human." Yin Hui looked at his feet. "Hmm! It makes sense, but just now so many of us trampled on it, the footprints have long been confused." Ouyang Xue's doubts were not unreasonable. Yin Hui smiled faintly. He had considered this question at first: "That being said, our footprints were all stepped on when we came in, that is to say, the direction was inward. And the footprints when we went out were outward. Since the murderer Once you come in, you must definitely go out. Don’t move your body, squat down slowly and search to see if there are any footprints facing outward.” After speaking, Yin Hui took the lead in searching. Ouyang Xue even said that it made sense, and she was excited for a while. Even the Yellow Crane Tower showed approval for the first time: "Leader, this kid has great potential, it's a pity not to accept him." "I'm powerless. If you can do it, it's a good thing." Conan Doyle smiled. If Yin Hui would be drawn in so easily, she would have done it long ago. "Okay! This matter is on me!" At this moment, Yellow Crane Tower was already thinking about how to play tricks. "Have you found any footprints toward the outside?" After a while, Yin Hui frowned. "It seems not!" Everyone stared at their feet in bewilderment, shook their heads and sighed. "That's strange. Could it be that he really knows how to fetch things from the air?" Yin Hui was extremely discouraged. "Okay, let's investigate this matter first. Once we have the latest clues, we will contact you." Conan Doyle knew that even if he continued to entangle, it would be useless, so he had to withdraw. To be honest, she, who has the blood of a noble European knight, has long been unable to stand the smell spreading in the house, and she doesn't know how the old couple have been here for so many years. "Then I will trouble you. If you can find the old man's body, please let me know! We are very old, and people who have half-fitted into the coffin have long wanted to go down with the old man." Look at the old woman's expression , not only did not lose the previous loss, but also had more longing.It seems that she is very open to the cycle of life and death. Since her husband has gone to another world, she has to follow her. This is considered a loving couple. Conan Doyle waved his hand and got the pardon, and everyone ran out of the garbage house as if fleeing. There was always a stinking smell inside, and as soon as they walked out, everyone coughed, as if they wanted to spit out what they sucked in.