Chapter 94 Garbage House

After saying that, she picked up the eye, took off one of the legs, and pulled it open to reveal a port. She plugged the port into Ouyang Xue's computer.

"This is a USB flash drive, speed."

Although Ouyang Xue was very curious about this strange structure, she still restrained her temper and nodded cautiously.

The four of them were about to leave when the phone on their desk suddenly rang.

"If you have anything to do, just call outside. I still have major cases to deal with here, you pig brain! How many times do you want me to tell you!" Ouyang Xue picked up the phone and punched the desk. Listen to the tone.

, it was probably a call from a patrolman who was ignorant of current affairs. He didn't even know that his boss was angry. Wasn't he just sticking his face out to be beaten?

Yin Hui and Conan Doyle looked at each other and snickered at the same time. This young lady's temper was really explosive.

At this time, Ouyang Xue's expression suddenly changed: "What? Say it again! Missing again? Wait, I'll be there right away." After saying that, she drank the coffee on the table and hurriedly put on her police hat.

Buttoned on the head.

"Something happened?" Yin Hui stuck out her tongue.

"Yeah!" Ouyang Xue nodded: "Another fucking person is missing around here."

"Another one is missing?" Yin Hui frowned.

"Yes, the patrol called just now. An old lady called the police and said that her husband was missing. Do you want to stay here or go and have a look together?" Ouyang Xue put the intercom on the cassette on her chest and looked at him quietly.

One glance.

In fact, she still hopes that Yin Hui can accompany her. Although this kid is idle and unscrupulous, he has good observation skills. An occasional question can benefit her a lot in the way of thinking.

"Let's go together!" Huang Helou lit a cigarette: "These two cases are so close to each other, and both involve disappearances. It can be seen that the black hands behind them are unscrupulous. It is not so much fearless as a demonstration against us.

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"You are right. Even if it is a coincidence, it is not a big deal." Conan Doyle was quite moved by what Yellow Crane Tower said and nodded in agreement.

So, Ouyang Xue summoned two skilled subordinates, took two cars with Conan Doyle and others, and drove quickly to the location of the incident.

This is a slum in an urban and rural development zone. The surrounding garbage mountains are piled up like terraces, emitting a strong smell that makes the two women present frown. At the intersection, the scolded policeman with a bloody nozzle has been waiting early.

Well, he didn't even dare to look at Ouyang Xue and just acted as a guide in front of him.

Soon, everyone came to a cheap rental house. In a tent made of nylon cloth, an old woman with silver hair was holding the photo in her hand and stroking it slowly, fearing that if she let go, this only photo would be lost.

It will also be lost accordingly.

"Oh, comrade police, comrade police, you are finally here." Seeing the patrolman leading the way, the old woman hurriedly straightened up from the bed with rags tied randomly, and groped with her hands in confusion.

"Old man, what happened?" Ouyang Xue saw that the old woman's eyes were not clear, so she tried her best to help her to avoid any accidents.

"I...what do you want me to say...my old man disappeared inexplicably..." the old woman covered her face with her hands and said with tears.

"He's gone. Didn't he tell you where he went?" Ouyang Xue pressed the recorder on her chest and asked in a gentle tone as much as possible.

"No...no...none." The old woman wiped her tears: "It's not easy for me now that I'm old. I've been living with the old man for so many years, earning a living by picking up rags. The old man suffered injuries when his legs and feet were fighting.

I am injured, and my eyesight is not good, so I have just made do with it until now, without any illness or disaster. Although we are poor, we are quite comfortable."

"Old lady, can you tell us your story later? Now I want to know even more how your wife disappeared!" Conan Doyle leaned 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 from the Republic of China period 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

He is a soldier of the Kuomintang. Since he is a soldier, even though he is old, he still has at least some vigilance. How could it be possible that he would lose it all at once?

"Yes!" The old woman nodded: "Yesterday he just finished picking up rags and earned a good income, so he bought some meat and made hot pot for me..." The old woman said softly: "But as he ate, I found

The old man spoke, but he ignored me and said nothing. I thought he was angry, so I became a little anxious. When I looked up again, the room suddenly became dark and the old man was gone! I thought he had gone out to relieve himself, so I sat down.

I waited 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 held Ouyang Xue's life-saving straw, refusing to let go: "You called me

How can I live!"

"Did the old gentleman suddenly disappear while he was eating?" Conan Doyle stood up and looked around the structure of the room, hoping to get some clues.

Huang Helou put out his cigarette and walked around the table. Suddenly, he said: "Old man, there are only two chairs at this table, right?"

The old woman choked and nodded.

Seeing a corner of the table leaning against the wall, Huang Helou smiled: "Are you seated on the left and right?"

"Yeah!" The old woman nodded again.

"So, does the missing old man sit on the left or the right?"

"On the right..." the old woman said without knowing why.

"I understand, thank you!" Huang Helou nodded, picked up the chair, and sat on the right side of the table: "Yin Hui, sit here." He pointed to his left.

Yin Hui didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but he still obeyed his instructions, picked up the chair and sat in the designated position.

"At that time, we were eating hot pot like this." Huang Helou 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, let's eat hot pot."

"The table is not big, and we are sitting facing each other, so our feet must touch each other, otherwise we will not be able to sit down at all." Huang Helou murmured to himself.

"If I want to walk, I have to get up, so my feet will definitely shift from their original position." After saying that, Yellow Crane Tower's leather shoes moved: "Close your eyes, can you feel it?"

"Obviously!" Yin Hui answered simply.

Conan Doyle's eyes moved and he understood clearly: "Old lady, don't you feel that your husband's feet have left?"

"Girl, you don't know. Old lady, I've had rheumatism since I was a child. As I get older, the lower half of it is almost stretched out. You can't even feel it if you hit it." The old lady smiled sadly.

"Um?"

Huang Helou's eyes narrowed, and then he decided to stand up.

At this moment, he realized that once he sat down, it was almost impossible to stand up easily because the entire space was ridiculously narrow. If he wanted to stand up, there were only two ways. One was to move the table, but to push the back

That dilapidated old sofa.

Thinking of this, Yellow Crane Tower increased its strength and gently moved the old sofa back. The sound was noisy, intermittent, and extremely harsh.

Taking a closer look at the sofa, it turned out that a broken leg was leaning crookedly on the bottom. Could it be that as soon as it moved, it started screaming like crazy?

"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 quiet. Didn't you hear even a little bit?"

A ray of light burst out from Yellow Crane Tower's eyes.

The old woman was startled for a moment: "Yeah, I'm surprised too, why didn't the chair move when the old man left?"

Only then did Yellow Crane Tower get some clues. Now, he was not in a hurry to stand up from the chair. Instead, he sat down and tried various methods to escape, but the answer was all impossible, because between the two

The distance is really too close.

"If the chair was originally on the outside, that is to say, when the old man sat down, it was not too far inside, wouldn't everything make sense?" Ouyang Xue's eyes lit up.

"No! It's impossible." Yellow Crane Tower denied: "This is not a cement floor, but a yellow mud floor. Look at the marks on the surface. Only my position has a trace of a chair leg. The rest of the ground is blurred.

It should be left behind from the past."

"This incident seems to be similar to Yu Tianlai's disappearance. The murderer is unfathomable!" Yin Hui sighed, and then glanced at the ground, trying to find any footprints.

Although it was yellow mud, the footprints of the group were all over the house. Even if there were traces of the murderer, it would be difficult for him to find them. After all, they were all mixed together.

"No, wait!" Staring at the ground, Yin Hui's expression suddenly became serious: "Stop, stop where you are, don't move."

His words immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Yin Hui..." Huang Helou just wanted to stand up from the chair, but Yin Hui glared back: "Sit down, don't move, no one should move."

The doubts in the hearts of everyone were even greater.

"Have you ever thought that even if the murderer's hands and eyes were all over the place, once he entered the house, he would still have left footprints, unless he was not a human being." Yin Hui looked at his feet.

"Well, that makes sense, but there were so many of us trampling on it just now that the footprints have been mixed together." Ouyang Xue's doubts are not unreasonable.

Yin Hui smiled faintly. He had considered this problem at the beginning: "That being said, our footprints are all stepped on when we came in, which means that they are facing inwards. And the footprints going out are facing outwards. Since the murderer

Once you’ve come in, you must definitely go out. Don’t move your body. Slowly squat down and search to see if there are any outward footprints.”

After saying that, Yin Hui took the lead in searching.

Ouyang Xuelian said it made sense and felt excited.

Even Yellow Crane Tower showed approval for the first time: "Team leader, this kid has great potential, it would be a pity not to take him in."

"I can't do anything. If you can do it, it will be a good thing." Conan Doyle smiled. If Yin Hui was really so easy to be dragged in, she would have taken action long ago.

"Okay, I'll take care of this!" At this moment, Yellow Crane Tower was already thinking about how to set up a trap.

"Have you noticed the outward footprints?" After a while, Yin Hui frowned.

"It seems not!" Everyone stared at their feet in confusion, shook their heads and sighed.

"That's strange. Could it be that he really knows how to retrieve things from a distance?" 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 his troops.

To be honest, she, who has the blood of a noble European knight, couldn't stand the smell spreading in the house for a long time, and she didn't know how this old couple got here after so many years.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you. If you can find the old man's body, please let me know. We are quite old. People who are half-body in the coffin have long wanted to go down there with the old man." Look at the expression of the old woman.

, instead of losing the previous disappointment, she actually has more hope. It seems that she has a very open mind about the cycle of life and death. Since her husband has gone to another world, she has to follow him. This can be considered a loving couple.

Conan Doyle waved his hand and received the pardon order, and everyone ran out of the garbage house as if they were running away.
Chapter completed!