Chapter 11 Chapter Four: Diseases of the Carnality
This simple restaurant named "Drifting" is located on Zhongzheng Road, Shilin District, near Guanghua Theater; as soon as you step into the restaurant, a chilly air immediately hits you, which is refreshing.
Li Daqi adjusted his clothes, looked around, and found the person he wanted to meet in the corner.
It was a four-seater by the window, and there was a constant flow of cars outside; it was hard to imagine that only a piece of glass could separate two completely different worlds, hot and cool.
The police officer nodded to the two women on the chair and sat down opposite.Sitting across from him on the left is Jiang Mengli. Her complexion is still poor, her dark circles are getting deeper, and her long black hair is neatly parted and hangs down her shoulders. The haggardness caused by the blow, she should be a sweet and delicate woman.
Sitting next to Jiang Mengli is a woman who also has long hair and is gorgeously dressed. The makeup on her face reminds Li Daqi of American Indian celebrities, and her clothes are complicated like a maze. Her facial features are clearly visible. gaudy beauty; the hands clasped on the table are full of bondage rings: rings, bracelets, bracelets, novelty watches, plus decorative colors on nails that do not belong to the body.
She should be Jiang Mengli's friend, and Jiang Mengli is currently staying at home temporarily, and she will be responsible for picking up and accompanying the meeting this time; Li Daqi doesn't know what kind of business she is in, but this woman makes him feel that the current Women seem to have forgotten what is called natural beauty.
"This is Li Fen... This is Police Officer Li. You met when she came to pick me up that day." Jiang Mengli started the introduction with a weak voice.
"I remember, Miss He, right? Hello I'm sorry I'm a little late, there are too many things to deal with. "
There were already two plates of noodles in front of the two women, and Li Daqi had notified in advance that if he was late, they would order first.After ordering the meal by himself, the police officer said seriously: "I'm sorry again, I know the blow of this matter..."
Jiang Mengli shook her head and made a stop gesture, "Since I took the initiative to contact you, it means that I can answer the question, and there is no need to apologize."
"Well, yes..." Li Daqi retracted the unspoken "I'm sorry", and continued, "The main purpose of today is to understand Shen Zhaopeng's interpersonal relationship, and I also hope that you and I will go back to the scene of the crime and confirm some details. , These were all explained in yesterday's phone call."
"Well, I understand."
"Although I have made a simple transcript before, after reviewing the case repeatedly, I still want to ask you for all the details in person, hoping that it will not cause you trouble."
It stands to reason that this interrogation should be conducted at the police station, but Jiang Mengli was in poor health when she went to the police station to take notes last time. It seems that the atmosphere of the police station brought her an invisible psychological pressure, so Li Daqi originally I plan to choose to inquire in a restaurant outside, trying to relax her mood. If she collapses in the interrogation room, she will not be able to return to the scene of the crime to confirm the details. The progress of the investigation will be delayed again and again; Jiang Mengli ate at a restaurant not far from the branch office, and both parties agreed to meet at the restaurant.
"I am willing to assist you." The woman replied in a thin voice.
"Well, let's not waste time and get straight to the point. First of all, I want to know, what kind of person is Shen Zhaopeng?"
"Zhaopeng is a person who is immersed in his own world all day long. He only has his own interests in his life, and he rarely pays attention to other people's feelings. He can spend all day in the darkroom without eating or drinking, and he can also do it for shooting. It cost thousands of dollars to fly from Taipei to Hualien for a photo, and it was a temporary decision... In short, his mind is all on the things he is interested in."
Li Daqi suddenly felt that Jiang Mengli was talking about himself, and his mind was all on handling the case.Perhaps this woman's voice was the reason why he couldn't get a wife.
"Has he had any grudges?"
"This... basically he is not a bad person, he will not deliberately deceive or bully others, and he has a good temper. As far as I know, he has not had any problems with anyone."
"So you can't think of anyone who would have had a motive to kill him?"
"Unless robbers did it, I really can't think of it."
The noodles ordered by Police Officer Li came, but he did not touch the food, and continued his questioning, "Talk about his partner?"
Jiang Mengli blinked, "Is Su Kaiyun? He is also an honest person, nothing special, anyway, people of a feather flock together; but I am not familiar with him, I think his paranoid about interests is not as deep as Zhaopeng. "
"Does this Su Kaiyun also collect supernatural photos?"
"It didn't at first, but it seemed to be influenced by Zhaopeng and became fanatical."
"How did they meet?"
"College classmate, met in the photography club."
Li Daqi drew a few strokes in his notebook, thought for a while, and then asked, "Why is Shen Zhaopeng so interested in supernatural photos?"
"I don't know. In short, it may be very mysterious. I am not interested in that kind of thing at all, and I am even a little bit repelled, because I think it is quite unrealistic to study those things that are suspected of being gods and ghosts."
When Jiang Mengli said these words, there seemed to be deep regret on her face. Maybe she regretted that she should know more about Shen Zhaopeng’s interests and try to accept them; Her regret is Li Daqi's illusion.
"Can you tell me more about Shen Zhaopeng and those photos?"
"Can you be more specific?"
"For example, what's on his website; and whether those photos are real or fake."
"The website... haven't you checked it yet? The website is called 'Ghost Shadow Building', and you can find it with any search engine. The content of the website is mainly all kinds of supernatural photos, and each picture is accompanied by a text description. The location, time, and various information about the picture will be revealed."
"Then true or false?"
"Ninety-nine percent of the ghost photos are fake, so the photos on his website can also be divided into two categories, one is fake, and the other is the real ghost photos that cannot be identified."
"You said last time that he also made supernatural photos himself, what happened?"
"The fake photos on the website can be divided into those made by himself and collected from other places, but he does not publicly state that they are fake, but instead fabricates information for the photos to increase their authenticity. To put it bluntly, he is deceiving Netizens, but some people like to watch and discuss, and Zhaopeng seems to regard making ghost photos as an art."
"How to do it?" Li Daqi recalled the two photos he saw in the darkroom last time. The pictures were so real that it gave goosebumps.
"I don't know very well, I only know that he will make black and white ghost photos in the darkroom, and color ones will be made with the image processing software in the computer in the room."
"Does his partner do these things too?"
"Basically, Zhaopeng is responsible for it, but I think Su Kaiyun is more or less involved."
"So, do you believe in the 1% supernatural photos whose causes cannot be clarified?"
Regarding this question, Jiang Mengli hesitated for a moment, but He Lifen next to her spoke up, looking eager to speak, as if it was strange not to say anything on this occasion, she said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I believe that this world is originally There are ghosts, right? Many things cannot be explained by science, so ghosts must exist. Maybe Shen Zhaopeng took too many photos and provoked some ghosts, so he died...Mr. Police Officer, don’t think I’m joking, I’m serious. "
The woman's expression was indeed very serious, but Li Daqi couldn't believe the possibility she mentioned.
"If that's the case, then there's nothing I can do. After all, the police can't arrest ghosts..."
"I agree with He Lifen's opinion on the existence of ghosts," Jiang Mengli said quietly, "but I don't think this matter has anything to do with ghosts."
"Mengli, I'm sorry, did I say something wrong..."
"Where is the matter, I just express my opinion, please don't care."
Seeing the two women apologizing to each other, Li Daqi stopped asking for the time being. He suggested to have a full meal before continuing with the follow-up questions; The vulgar Ms. He on the side settled the whole table in twos and twos, and chatted freely about the latest popular topics, mainly about cosmetics.
After finishing the meal, Police Officer Li confirmed to Jiang Mengli a few details about the day the body was found, and then began to deal with the last question before leaving for the crime scene.
"Miss Jiang, did you bring the materials I troubled you to sort out?"
He had called He Lifen before and asked Jiang Mengli to write a list of people Shen Zhaopeng knew well.
"Yes, please wait." She reached into her small bag and pulled out a piece of paper.
Li Daqi took the paper.There were few names on it, so he read it carefully.After a while, he raised his head in disappointment. "only these?"
"That's all I can think of, he doesn't have a lot of friends."
"Well, thank you anyway," he put away the paper. "The next question is very important. May I ask Miss Jiang, do you have any impression of the three letters SOI?"
"SOI?" Jiang Mengli seemed very surprised, and did not expect the police officer to ask such a question that seemed to have nothing to do with the murder case.
"Or sol...does this have anything to do with the case?" Li Daqi glanced at He Lifen hesitantly, thinking about whether to speak out; in the end he decided to tell everything: "It seems that you don't know, Shen Zhaopeng used I wrote these three letters on the floor with my own blood, and we didn’t disclose it to the media. You were probably too shocked the day you found the body, so you didn’t notice the blood on the floor.”
"So that's how it is..." Jiang Mengli seemed a little surprised, but immediately touched her chin with her right finger and fell into deep thought, "I seem to have a little impression of the three letters that are very familiar."
"Please try your best to think about it. This should be very important. It may be a clue to the identity of the murderer." The woman frowned, obviously thinking with all her strength. Li Daqi didn't disturb her, quietly flipped through the notebook, and arranged Subsequent investigation itinerary and key points.He Lifen on the side picks up the phone tactfully, and seems to be texting.
"I remembered." Jiang Mengli broke the silence.
"Well, what exactly is it?"
"That's the name of a movie, SOL, Diseases of the Carnality."
""Sickness of Carnal Desire"? I seem to have heard of this movie."
"Well, the English title is called Sickness of Lust. It's a Thai horror film. When it was promoted, the film producer directly called it SOL——"Sickness of Lust". Zhaopeng really likes the film, and I watched it several times."
"What is the content talking about?" Li Daqi was a little disappointed. He originally thought that SOL would be the abbreviation of the murderer's name in Roman alphabet.
"It seems that a woman was raped and murdered by a group of people, and the woman's spirit came back to take revenge."
"Is there anything special about this film?"
"In fact, this kind of plot is not new, but the film's directing technique and atmosphere creation seem to be very special, and it has a very scary feeling; moreover, the murdered male protagonist is a photographer, so Zhao Peng is very fond of it."
"...is this movie still in the apartment?"
"It's in our bedroom."
"Well," Li Daqi nodded, and he took a breath, "If we're ready, we'll go back to the apartment later. My car is just parked outside."
The three of them were silent during the ride, and it was a severe test to return to the scene where their boyfriend died.Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw Jiang Mengli looking out the window, her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been sublimated to the sky; no matter how much love she had for Shen Zhaopeng, at this moment she should realize how much love is It is so precious, but it is a pity that it has lost the opportunity to nourish it, and it is impossible to return it like melting ice and snow. Li Daqi parked the car near "Yangming Jue Mansion" and signaled the two women to get off. Under the daylight, the four-story building looked even more dilapidated, like an old man with osteoporosis without iron support, ready to collapse at any time. A group of three people came to the management office on the first floor. The police officer Li patted the sleepy administrator. The bald man immediately jumped up from the chair in fright, and a few drops of saliva fell onto the dirty shirt.After confirming that no suspicious person had entered or exited the apartment recently, the three of them went upstairs directly. Jiang Mengli opened the entrance door with a key, and a stale smell came over her face. Basically, the forensics team has completed all the evidence collection work, and the on-site investigation, evidence collection and other work have already been completed. At present, only the work of confirming whether there are missing items is left. Li Daqi walked to the window of the restaurant, opened the window to let fresh air in, then he turned to Jiang Mengli, nodded to her, indicating that he could start to confirm the work. There are two key points to confirm, the first is whether there are any missing items that can be used as murder weapons, and the second is whether there are other objects missing. The simple and unadorned living room didn't have much decoration, except for a few trophies that looked like they were taken from a claw machine on the TV, there were no extra decorations; there were no paintings on the wall. Needless to say, Shen Zhaopeng, he probably has no intention of beautifying the home environment. As for Jiang Mengli, it seems that her life has been very tired; does this simple living room also reflect her state of emptiness? The confirmation work in the living room was soon over. Jiang Mengli shook her head against the police officer, and then walked straight to the kitchen. He Lifen on the side shrugged, straightened her hair, picked up the TV remote control to turn on the TV, and she also turned the volume to the minimum with great interest. The kitchen search was also in vain, Jiang Mengli shifted her target to the restaurant.It is said to be a dining room, but it is actually connected to the living room. There is only a round table surrounded by a few chairs. It is not spacious; there are some sundries piled up in the corners by the wall, which further reveals the fact that the apartment has not been tidied up for a long time. Nothing was found in the bathroom, Jiang Mengli's previous bedroom, study, or warehouse.At the end of the corridor, there is a dark room on the left, and her and the deceased's bedroom on the right; the woman freezes, as if deciding where to start. Standing behind, Li Daqi sighed inwardly. People always avoid pain, so she should choose to look for it from the room on the right. Jiang Mengli entered the bedroom on the right.Li Daqi hesitated whether to follow up, but in the end he decided to stay in the corridor and wait. Although it was broad daylight, the windowless corridor was shrouded in darkness, the dead air caressed Li Daqi's body, he felt sweat seeping from under his underwear, and a searing anxiety surged from the bottom of his heart. If it is true that there is no gain this time, then the investigation has hit the rocks; I am afraid that the inference structure that was finally figured out before will have to be reshuffled. This case has been reviewed repeatedly by him and his colleagues, and it is believed that whether there is any stolen items is the only way to solve the case. One big key, now I can only pray for a miracle. After a long period of time, Jiang Mengli appeared at the door of the bedroom, holding a plastic box in her hand. Upon closer inspection, she found that it was a VCD with "SOL—A Disease of Carnality" written on the cover. "This is the film I was talking about." Jiang Mengli said weakly.She didn't move, and she didn't seem to intend to enter the darkroom for confirmation.Li Daqi had no choice but to take the plastic box for a closer look; for the sake of caution, he covered his palm with a handkerchief to avoid leaving fingerprints, because this VCD might contain important clues. It is not uncommon for a non-English movie to use English as the title of the movie; Li Daqi, who rarely watches movies, is not interested in horror movies. The cover features a close-up of the resentful eyes of a long-haired woman, which at first glance is creepy.He turned the box over and read the instructions on the back.What was written on it was the same as what Jiang Mengli had said before. "Can you think of any reason why this film should be relevant to this case?" "cannot." "You can't think of why Shen Zhaopeng left such a text before his death?" "No idea at all." Her tone was firm and certain.It seems to be a dead end, Li Daqi thought to himself.He originally thought that SOL was the Roman pinyin abbreviation of the murderer's name, but he just read the list of names given to him by Jiang Mengli, and none of them matched; Could be a nickname, alias, or other characteristic.But the current situation made him wonder if the message before his death might have nothing to do with the murderer at all, but have other meanings... "So, is there anything missing from the bedroom?" "I haven't found it yet...but if it's Zhaopeng's personal belongings, then I don't know." Even if Jiang Mengli is asked to return to the scene to confirm, there are still blind spots that cannot be broken through; if something that can be used as a murder weapon is stolen, it may be easy to find, but if it is stolen from an object that Jiang Mengli does not even know exists, Then there is really no way of knowing.After all, even if they live together, it is impossible to fully know everything that the other party has, whether it is spiritual or material.However, it is becoming more and more certain that the murderer seems to have prepared the murder weapon himself, and did not use the items at the scene.As long as the confirmation work in the darkroom can be completed, certain conclusions must be formed. "The last room, I'm sorry to trouble you." Li Daqi felt that the person who said this sentence was cruel, and the fact that he had to say it made him feel a sense of hatred for himself. "I hope the police officer... can accompany me in." She lowered her head.That is not a delicate and pitiful posture, but a kind of strength that needs timely assistance from others. "Okay." He opened the door first to enter the darkroom, and turned on the light.The scene inside was the same as the night of the crime, except for the corpse.The long-closed space brews a stale atmosphere, like a lost corner, sinking into a space that is incompatible with the world, giving people a sense of unreality. The objects dropped due to the fight are still scattered all over the ground, and the glass shards are lying on the floor in a tragic posture; the blurred and dried blood still remains, and the dreamy feeling that makes the mind wander and the thinking is hard to focus hits again.Every time I go back to the murder scene, I have this feeling. Maybe it is because I have witnessed the emptiness caused by the height gap between life and death. Jiang Mengli, who stepped into the room, obviously tried her best to hold herself back, but still couldn't hide her shaken feelings.She tried her best to avoid the blood stains on the ground, and quickly scanned the scene. "I'm even less sure about this room," she said. "I've only been in it a handful of times." "In that case, may I ask you to check the cabinet over there?" Li Daqi was referring to the cabinet on the left hand side of the door that was suspected to have been searched by the murderer against the wall. "I don't even know what's there." She shook her head feebly. "It's my sincere request, just take a look at it." It is his first principle to handle the case by searching carefully and not letting go of any possibility. Moreover, in the current stalemate of the case, he can only pray for a miracle. "Okay." She sighed, walked to the cabinet, squatted down halfway, stretched out her right hand, and suddenly hesitated. "The evidence has been collected over there, so it doesn't matter if you can touch it." "Yeah." Jiang Mengli flipped through the negatives folder.Li Daqi noticed that each folder had stickers indicating when and where the photos were taken. It seems that this person is very careful, but his carefulness is probably limited to photography. In less than a minute, the woman stood up and cast a futile look at the police officer. "It feels like it has been turned over. Zhaopeng won't make such a mess with his data, but I'm really not sure if something is really missing." "Okay, thank you, let's go." He nodded to her, let her go out of the room first, and then turned off the lights. —A cabinet for negatives?So…… In the afternoon, Li Daqi planned to visit Su Kaiyun, Shen Zhaopeng's partner. As for the evening, he would study the film "Sickness of Carnal Desire". Li Daqi integrated and excavated all the clues, trying to create a path.However, this case may have a mystery beyond imagination... He closed the door of the darkroom, looked at Duanjiang Mengli's slender and weak back in the corridor, and pursed his lips tightly.
The three of them were silent during the ride, and it was a severe test to return to the scene where their boyfriend died.Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw Jiang Mengli looking out the window, her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been sublimated to the sky; no matter how much love she had for Shen Zhaopeng, at this moment she should realize how much love is It is so precious, but it is a pity that it has lost the opportunity to nourish it, and it is impossible to return it like melting ice and snow. Li Daqi parked the car near "Yangming Jue Mansion" and signaled the two women to get off. Under the daylight, the four-story building looked even more dilapidated, like an old man with osteoporosis without iron support, ready to collapse at any time. A group of three people came to the management office on the first floor. The police officer Li patted the sleepy administrator. The bald man immediately jumped up from the chair in fright, and a few drops of saliva fell onto the dirty shirt.After confirming that no suspicious person had entered or exited the apartment recently, the three of them went upstairs directly. Jiang Mengli opened the entrance door with a key, and a stale smell came over her face. Basically, the forensics team has completed all the evidence collection work, and the on-site investigation, evidence collection and other work have already been completed. At present, only the work of confirming whether there are missing items is left. Li Daqi walked to the window of the restaurant, opened the window to let fresh air in, then he turned to Jiang Mengli, nodded to her, indicating that he could start to confirm the work. There are two key points to confirm, the first is whether there are any missing items that can be used as murder weapons, and the second is whether there are other objects missing. The simple and unadorned living room didn't have much decoration, except for a few trophies that looked like they were taken from a claw machine on the TV, there were no extra decorations; there were no paintings on the wall. Needless to say, Shen Zhaopeng, he probably has no intention of beautifying the home environment. As for Jiang Mengli, it seems that her life has been very tired; does this simple living room also reflect her state of emptiness? The confirmation work in the living room was soon over. Jiang Mengli shook her head against the police officer, and then walked straight to the kitchen. He Lifen on the side shrugged, straightened her hair, picked up the TV remote control to turn on the TV, and she also turned the volume to the minimum with great interest. The kitchen search was also in vain, Jiang Mengli shifted her target to the restaurant.It is said to be a dining room, but it is actually connected to the living room. There is only a round table surrounded by a few chairs. It is not spacious; there are some sundries piled up in the corners by the wall, which further reveals the fact that the apartment has not been tidied up for a long time. Nothing was found in the bathroom, Jiang Mengli's previous bedroom, study, or warehouse.At the end of the corridor, there is a dark room on the left, and her and the deceased's bedroom on the right; the woman freezes, as if deciding where to start. Standing behind, Li Daqi sighed inwardly. People always avoid pain, so she should choose to look for it from the room on the right. Jiang Mengli entered the bedroom on the right.Li Daqi hesitated whether to follow up, but in the end he decided to stay in the corridor and wait. Although it was broad daylight, the windowless corridor was shrouded in darkness, the dead air caressed Li Daqi's body, he felt sweat seeping from under his underwear, and a searing anxiety surged from the bottom of his heart. If it is true that there is no gain this time, then the investigation has hit the rocks; I am afraid that the inference structure that was finally figured out before will have to be reshuffled. This case has been reviewed repeatedly by him and his colleagues, and it is believed that whether there is any stolen items is the only way to solve the case. One big key, now I can only pray for a miracle. After a long period of time, Jiang Mengli appeared at the door of the bedroom, holding a plastic box in her hand. Upon closer inspection, she found that it was a VCD with "SOL—A Disease of Carnality" written on the cover. "This is the film I was talking about." Jiang Mengli said weakly.She didn't move, and she didn't seem to intend to enter the darkroom for confirmation.Li Daqi had no choice but to take the plastic box for a closer look; for the sake of caution, he covered his palm with a handkerchief to avoid leaving fingerprints, because this VCD might contain important clues. It is not uncommon for a non-English movie to use English as the title of the movie; Li Daqi, who rarely watches movies, is not interested in horror movies. The cover features a close-up of the resentful eyes of a long-haired woman, which at first glance is creepy.He turned the box over and read the instructions on the back.What was written on it was the same as what Jiang Mengli had said before. "Can you think of any reason why this film should be relevant to this case?" "cannot." "You can't think of why Shen Zhaopeng left such a text before his death?" "No idea at all." Her tone was firm and certain.It seems to be a dead end, Li Daqi thought to himself.He originally thought that SOL was the Roman pinyin abbreviation of the murderer's name, but he just read the list of names given to him by Jiang Mengli, and none of them matched; Could be a nickname, alias, or other characteristic.But the current situation made him wonder if the message before his death might have nothing to do with the murderer at all, but have other meanings... "So, is there anything missing from the bedroom?" "I haven't found it yet...but if it's Zhaopeng's personal belongings, then I don't know." Even if Jiang Mengli is asked to return to the scene to confirm, there are still blind spots that cannot be broken through; if something that can be used as a murder weapon is stolen, it may be easy to find, but if it is stolen from an object that Jiang Mengli does not even know exists, Then there is really no way of knowing.After all, even if they live together, it is impossible to fully know everything that the other party has, whether it is spiritual or material.However, it is becoming more and more certain that the murderer seems to have prepared the murder weapon himself, and did not use the items at the scene.As long as the confirmation work in the darkroom can be completed, certain conclusions must be formed. "The last room, I'm sorry to trouble you." Li Daqi felt that the person who said this sentence was cruel, and the fact that he had to say it made him feel a sense of hatred for himself. "I hope the police officer... can accompany me in." She lowered her head.That is not a delicate and pitiful posture, but a kind of strength that needs timely assistance from others. "Okay." He opened the door first to enter the darkroom, and turned on the light.The scene inside was the same as the night of the crime, except for the corpse.The long-closed space brews a stale atmosphere, like a lost corner, sinking into a space that is incompatible with the world, giving people a sense of unreality. The objects dropped due to the fight are still scattered all over the ground, and the glass shards are lying on the floor in a tragic posture; the blurred and dried blood still remains, and the dreamy feeling that makes the mind wander and the thinking is hard to focus hits again.Every time I go back to the murder scene, I have this feeling. Maybe it is because I have witnessed the emptiness caused by the height gap between life and death. Jiang Mengli, who stepped into the room, obviously tried her best to hold herself back, but still couldn't hide her shaken feelings.She tried her best to avoid the blood stains on the ground, and quickly scanned the scene. "I'm even less sure about this room," she said. "I've only been in it a handful of times." "In that case, may I ask you to check the cabinet over there?" Li Daqi was referring to the cabinet on the left hand side of the door that was suspected to have been searched by the murderer against the wall. "I don't even know what's there." She shook her head feebly. "It's my sincere request, just take a look at it." It is his first principle to handle the case by searching carefully and not letting go of any possibility. Moreover, in the current stalemate of the case, he can only pray for a miracle. "Okay." She sighed, walked to the cabinet, squatted down halfway, stretched out her right hand, and suddenly hesitated. "The evidence has been collected over there, so it doesn't matter if you can touch it." "Yeah." Jiang Mengli flipped through the negatives folder.Li Daqi noticed that each folder had stickers indicating when and where the photos were taken. It seems that this person is very careful, but his carefulness is probably limited to photography. In less than a minute, the woman stood up and cast a futile look at the police officer. "It feels like it has been turned over. Zhaopeng won't make such a mess with his data, but I'm really not sure if something is really missing." "Okay, thank you, let's go." He nodded to her, let her go out of the room first, and then turned off the lights. —A cabinet for negatives?So…… In the afternoon, Li Daqi planned to visit Su Kaiyun, Shen Zhaopeng's partner. As for the evening, he would study the film "Sickness of Carnal Desire". Li Daqi integrated and excavated all the clues, trying to create a path.However, this case may have a mystery beyond imagination... He closed the door of the darkroom, looked at Duanjiang Mengli's slender and weak back in the corridor, and pursed his lips tightly.